+ gold on the ceiling / the black keys
I haven't made a set in THREE WEEKS! :( Sorry about that...
TUESDAY: -A new nightclub has opened downtown. With a few strings pulled, Chord's getting us all in. How to get past the security? Well, that's for you to figure out by yourself.
I stepped into the nightclub with no problem at all; I never had security question me. I mean, look at me. I ooze high social status, and even if I'm not a socialite, I still look close enough to it.
The music was loud, but not loud enough to cover up the shouts and words of all the Pemberly students that had taken it over. It was no question that Chord had worked his magic in some way or another.
I turned, and saw Klaire waving me over. It was nice to see someone who wasn't on bad terns with me... I hoped. I made my way over to her, Victoria, and... Emmy. The last time I saw Emmy was with Chanel, and that wasn't exactly the best conversation we had ever had.
"How did you get in here?" Victoria asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.
I shrugged, "how do I always?" I smirked.
"It's not really that hard," Klaire pointed out, "even some of the random street scum snuck in."
"How did your questioning go?" Emmy asked, raising an eyebrow.
How random of her to ask such a thing.
Of course, she was referring to our little incident in the library. I hadn't forgotten about it, mostly because of the way Chanel scared me sh-tless.
"It went fine," I said, sneering, "don't worry."
"Don't worry about what?" Juliette asked. I didn't even notice her standing between Victoria and I.
"Nothing, Juliette, God," Victoria said, taking a drink, "how do you just show up everywhere?"
Juliette rolled her eyes, "you aren't supposed to talk about questioning, Emmy. You know, private information."
"It's fine," I said, looking back at Emmy, "I don't care what you know. There really isn't anything /to/ know."
"So you kept quiet," Emmy remarked.
I nodded, "of course... why wouldn't I?"
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