The girls had a lot of catching up to do. Gossips to share. Arm snug in the crook on the other's. Calista calmly walked with every inch of heel and attitude. Like she owned that place and ruled in the company of friends. Pitying any simpleton to question her now or Ivy in their moment of sultry glory.
They were hot. She'd be damned to have that mood ruined for her.
"Girl you keep that up and I might just take you back to my room tonight," Ivy teased, hearing the soft sound of a familiar band playing in the distance. No doubt coming from the party.
"I wouldn't say no," Calista laughed in retort. Her gaze met Ivy's from the corner of her eye. A smirk tugging on her cheek. "Only if you're game though," her voice was a sultry purr.
Ivy was delightedly surprised by her response, having not expected it. "Mhm definitely not a bad idea," she confessed, eyes alight with amusement.
She turned her gaze away, admiring the halls. She wasn't often in this building but there was always something to see here. "I think I prefer Florence Hall," she said absently.
"Of course you would," Calista mused at the comment of liking Florence hall better. Picking at her nails and rolling her eyes. Subconsciously, it seemed a trait habit. The eye rolling, head tilting into the only girl's arm. Light blue hair brushing against the coarseness of Ivy's jacket.
Still thinking over the remark of them both having some fun. "Well, us girls know how to please. We know what's good and not. Where some boys are absent minded—thinking the cock only goes in." Her words were coy and sinful, tell any eighty-old Catholic woman. Calista was a Satan spawn, short skirts, fishnets and a choker.
"You're not wrong, though I could definitely introduce you to someone who knows how to use his mouth quite well," She said, her voice a playful pur.
Twiddling her fingers a little vulgarly, her smirk held true and coy. "I have plenty of practice too. Very good with my fingers, ask my flute." Calista didn't even mention that it made her breathing more controlled.
Ivy's brows arched, a look of interest definitely shining in her eyes. "Maybe you should play for me sometime." The suggestion definitely wasn't for her to play the flute.
"Oh definitely, it'll be a concert worthy performance." Calista winked. "You'll love the crescendo," that was a promise. Her oozing confidence and aura admitted.
Ivy gave a quiet laugh of amusement, she quite enjoyed the girl's company, she was almost as shameless as herself. "I'll take you up on that sometime."
She waved a hand toward the door to the party. "After tempting a few people and getting a little tipsy," She said with a wink as she opened the door.
"After being a bit of cock tease," Calista slipped inside. Admiring the crowd and people. Taking in the atmosphere; music, people need just noise. Collective of bodies and the music. "Right, drinks!" She cheered looking for the drinks table. Steering her and the blonde towards the table.
Clicking her tongue—Calista, trying to decide which drink she wanted. "Which do you recommend?" Gesturing to the beverages available. Wanting some form of an opinion on what might be the best selection.
Wiping her gloss, with her thumb to make sure it didn't run.
Ivy snorted and selected a beer. "Unfortunately it seems they grabbed nothing remotely good." She gave a light shrug and glanced around. Her gaze lingered briefly on a few familiar faces.
"Cheap and nasty," Calista pointlessly agreed. Picking her poison in a bottle and knocking the cap off. Taking a sip tasting the bitter dry, against her sweet flavour gloss. Not, something she'd recommend. "Now, something for a really good time." Her eyes scanned the room, looking for a notable or potential dealer.
"Well dip me in candle wax and set me on fire, cause I wanna get lit tonight." Calista mused with the nasty beer bottle against her lip. Scanning the room. Finding Mister Cigarettes amongst the crowd—he seemed the type to know a dealer…
"I'm sure that won't be an issue," She murmured. She glanced in the general direction of her gaze and spotted Kellen. She blinked a little, surprised to see him after he'd vanished for so long...
She was about to make a remark about him being fun.
Usually she would go over to join in the conversation but really, there were some people over there that she'd rather avoid. "Something pretty catch your eye?" She asked, as if she hadn't noticed the group.
"Something pretty? More like trouble," Calista gestured to Kellen. Taking a sip of her drink. "He has a poor taste in cigarettes though," she told Ivy. As if it was a status report.
"Any of them have drugs, you reckon?" The girl reached into her shirt and pulled. Few bills out. Flashing a cheeky smile. Warm from the multitude of bodies in the room. "We're dancing too! Gotta show off how hot we're looking tonight!"
Parties were like this social butterfly's nectar. It made her hyped until she dropped.
"Mr trouble used to, not sure if it's still his scene," Ivy murmured. "I'm sure one of them has something on them.
She laughed softly at the pills in her hand, hardly surprised. "Let's get this party started then."
