Post by charlie marie weekly on Sept 28, 2020 17:15:44 GMT -7
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The party had been okay so far. Charlie wasn’t exactly the type to enjoy all one-hundred percent of each event, having been dragged to plenty her whole life by her mother, as the perfect little accessory. For some reason it was always rotational between her and her siblings. So that sort of ruined the ones that were fun. Even the more formal events, like Christmas parties hosted by the family company, were more entertaining than this one was so far. She was a far better talker, and did well as the interpreter of the Weekly family children. Whereas this? Yelling over the music and people screaming throughout the party wasn’t exactly her idea of fun. She enjoyed the setting up and planning more than anything else. That and whenever Whiskey was around. And she wasn’t going to be here, so what was the point then? Even the food was only halfway decent, and while catered from a quality company, had been so picked over that it looked like a bomb had gone off in the kitchen. She had even spotted Thursday running off with what looked to be a chocolate cake at some point. In her sister’s defense, no one else had touched it the last time Charlie had done a round through the kitchen, so why not take it?
Currently though, she was trying to find something to eat amidst the mess on the kitchen island. It was sort of hard to focus though, since she had been drinking a little. Rather, she had been nursing some sort of liquor consistently for the last few hours, and had been looking for more before being sidetracked by the food. She had spotted some chocolate covered strawberries earlier in the night and sort of wanted those – a solid mix of acid and sweets. Her mom would be appalled at the fact that she was indulging anything that wasn’t a salad or a dish with quinoa in it. Charlie hated quinoa. Not that it was bad tasting or anything, but because every time she was home in California, she was basically spoon-fed it the entire time. She should have shut that down years ago, but here she was.
Spotting what looked to be one of the coveted strawberries, Charlie tried reaching through a throng of half eaten cookies and finger foods, only to feel someone approach and start talking to her. She wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, when a hand was practically shoved in her face by a girl who was introducing herself. Charlie shook it as if she was on auto-pilot, still more interested in grabbing the strawberry than anything else. The girl went on to say that they would be roommates during the upcoming school year, and that she had been pointed over to her by someone else; Charlie glanced over the girl’s shoulder and recognized the older Hufflepuff girl. Penelope Something. She was positive there were triplets a year older than her. Charlie waved at her, completely ignoring the girl that was standing in front of her, still talking.
“Charlie Weekly,” she yelled out over the music as her other hand finally found the strawberry. The girl was certainly weird, and Charlie couldn’t tell if she was trying to be friendly or formal, or what. It happened really fast, and the girl had barely given her time to respond to anything. “Yeah, I’m sure it’ll be great. I look forward to…” She trailed off as the girl turned and left, heading back towards one of the couches. Confused, Charlie shrugged it off and popped the strawberry into her mouth, returning to her search of the table to see if she could locate another.
Currently though, she was trying to find something to eat amidst the mess on the kitchen island. It was sort of hard to focus though, since she had been drinking a little. Rather, she had been nursing some sort of liquor consistently for the last few hours, and had been looking for more before being sidetracked by the food. She had spotted some chocolate covered strawberries earlier in the night and sort of wanted those – a solid mix of acid and sweets. Her mom would be appalled at the fact that she was indulging anything that wasn’t a salad or a dish with quinoa in it. Charlie hated quinoa. Not that it was bad tasting or anything, but because every time she was home in California, she was basically spoon-fed it the entire time. She should have shut that down years ago, but here she was.
Spotting what looked to be one of the coveted strawberries, Charlie tried reaching through a throng of half eaten cookies and finger foods, only to feel someone approach and start talking to her. She wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, when a hand was practically shoved in her face by a girl who was introducing herself. Charlie shook it as if she was on auto-pilot, still more interested in grabbing the strawberry than anything else. The girl went on to say that they would be roommates during the upcoming school year, and that she had been pointed over to her by someone else; Charlie glanced over the girl’s shoulder and recognized the older Hufflepuff girl. Penelope Something. She was positive there were triplets a year older than her. Charlie waved at her, completely ignoring the girl that was standing in front of her, still talking.
“Charlie Weekly,” she yelled out over the music as her other hand finally found the strawberry. The girl was certainly weird, and Charlie couldn’t tell if she was trying to be friendly or formal, or what. It happened really fast, and the girl had barely given her time to respond to anything. “Yeah, I’m sure it’ll be great. I look forward to…” She trailed off as the girl turned and left, heading back towards one of the couches. Confused, Charlie shrugged it off and popped the strawberry into her mouth, returning to her search of the table to see if she could locate another.
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