Post by Annabelle Marie Stewart on Oct 4, 2013 20:19:31 GMT -8
So, in San Fransico, there was quite the bit to do. Annabelle hadn't been out in awhile, other than sneaking out to see people some nights, but that didn't count. She hadn't actually been out to pleasure herself for a night. With finally being eighteen, she could legally go to clubs, make herself look slutty, and get away with it. Even though she knew her attire that she was picking out wasn't normally her thing, but it was going to work. Belle didn't want the risk of someone ruining her image of the dumb, slutty blonde chick. Besides, her sister wouldn't let her go out in jeans and a t-shirt anyway; it just wasn't in Rissa's taste, and that's not how the "popular" people dressed. It was clear to herself that she wasn't dumb, she didn't have to be slutty to get people to admire her, but with her older sister being who she was, she kind of had to. No one really paid attention to Annabelle until she acted and dressed like her sister.
Annabelle was actually the opposite of the stereotypical blonde, but nobody needed to know, especially since she was going to a club. It was the perfect spot to abuse her cover-up and maybe even get a chance to take her mind off of Mase; she really needed someone to preoccupy her mind tonight. That was exactly who she was out for tonight, who her victim was, was sure to be in for a wild experience that night. Especially since she liked to dance a lot more than she probably should. Yes, she was raised better, but that didn't matter. She was a Stewart and so far, the
Stewart girls were the partiers and Belle planned to title going for them. Plus, she wanted to prove that she could hang with the "big dogs" around town. And secretly, she still wanted her sister's approval of her finally, she Clarissa had always treated her like she hated her younger sister. That was all going to change one day; Belle knew it.
It didn't take her long to get ready, a quick shower, some good music to get her in the party mood, a sexy outfit that didn't leave much to the imagination, a glimpse at her lovely thigh tattoo, some bright make-up, and her big truck sitting outside of the dorms. Her sister actually would've taken some pride in her as she pranced outside, but would've probably lost it when she walked straight to the truck. Belle's touch of her country hometown kind of stuck, in who she was, what she wore, and what she drove. Although she didn't care, approval or not, Belle loved her truck to death, and so did her dad. And boy, did Annabelle love her dad. Pulling off to head to the club, she blared the radio out, playing the radio station that played the biggest and most current hits. It was going to end up being a wild night, and she was starting it off right.
When she had finally reached the club, her hair now sat in loose curls, making her hair a bit shorter than what it was normally. Checking herself in her rearview mirror as she parked, she smirked and go out of the truck almost immediately. There were a few looks of shock that she was in it, but that was kind of normal, because it was California, everyone got looked at weird, for just being there. Of course she got carded at the door, which she thought was kind of pointless because most people there probably had fake id's, so why even check? Once inside, she immediately made her way straight for the dance floor, there was no stopping her now.
Annabelle was actually the opposite of the stereotypical blonde, but nobody needed to know, especially since she was going to a club. It was the perfect spot to abuse her cover-up and maybe even get a chance to take her mind off of Mase; she really needed someone to preoccupy her mind tonight. That was exactly who she was out for tonight, who her victim was, was sure to be in for a wild experience that night. Especially since she liked to dance a lot more than she probably should. Yes, she was raised better, but that didn't matter. She was a Stewart and so far, the
Stewart girls were the partiers and Belle planned to title going for them. Plus, she wanted to prove that she could hang with the "big dogs" around town. And secretly, she still wanted her sister's approval of her finally, she Clarissa had always treated her like she hated her younger sister. That was all going to change one day; Belle knew it.
It didn't take her long to get ready, a quick shower, some good music to get her in the party mood, a sexy outfit that didn't leave much to the imagination, a glimpse at her lovely thigh tattoo, some bright make-up, and her big truck sitting outside of the dorms. Her sister actually would've taken some pride in her as she pranced outside, but would've probably lost it when she walked straight to the truck. Belle's touch of her country hometown kind of stuck, in who she was, what she wore, and what she drove. Although she didn't care, approval or not, Belle loved her truck to death, and so did her dad. And boy, did Annabelle love her dad. Pulling off to head to the club, she blared the radio out, playing the radio station that played the biggest and most current hits. It was going to end up being a wild night, and she was starting it off right.
When she had finally reached the club, her hair now sat in loose curls, making her hair a bit shorter than what it was normally. Checking herself in her rearview mirror as she parked, she smirked and go out of the truck almost immediately. There were a few looks of shock that she was in it, but that was kind of normal, because it was California, everyone got looked at weird, for just being there. Of course she got carded at the door, which she thought was kind of pointless because most people there probably had fake id's, so why even check? Once inside, she immediately made her way straight for the dance floor, there was no stopping her now.
