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Post by isabelle on Apr 23, 2010 23:02:50 GMT -5
  She was awake, so awake. That it was insane. Why was she awake at this hour. Rolling her brilliant green eyes she sat up in her bunk. Everything was so quite. She thought, she stay back while everyone went their separate ways to finish the book she was reading. But all she could think about was going out and having some fun. Running a hand through her long blond hair she rolled out of the bunk and sighed lightly. Her plush lips pressing together as she thought of what to wear. She looked down at the outfit she had wore to read. A pair of booty shorts and a black wife beater. She bit down on her nails as she bent down, looking through her bag. Well, what the fuck was she going to wear? Izzy sighed and sat down on the edge of her bunk and pulled her duffle bag...well, one of them onto her lap and started sifting through the clothing. Pulling out a bra and a thong she realized that if she was going to the clubs. Well, she needed to look hot. That wasn't a hard task really. She knew she was pretty...well, fucking gorgeous. She had people tell her all her life. She knew it but never say anything about it. Well, she did in her head but shh, no one could read her mind like that. Pulling out a red leopard print dress and fish net thigh highs she placed her bag back down and got up, slowly stripping off the clothes she was wearing and pulled on her bra and thong. Next she pulled the dress over her head and straightened out. Zipping it up and realizing that it came right to the middle of her thigh. She smirked, good god she hoped there were no pigs at the clubs tonight. But what the hell? There always was. She pulled on her fishnets and heels that made her small five four frame seem five inches taller. Hmm, she grabbed a brush and started running it through her hair. It reached down to her mid back, swinging as she moved her head to grab certain make up and her jewelry box. She pulled out a amber heart necklace and clipped it on and also a red ring with star earrings. Iz made her way into the tour bus's bathroom, pulling out her read lipstick and her make up. Her very large make up collection. She was one of those chick with the whole damn kit. Well, she had to be. Not that she didn't care. She loved make up. She pulled off the cap to the lipstick and twisted it, smothering the red onto her lips and rubbing them together. The ruby red stood out on her face. But not so much just enough. She grabbed eyeliner and eyeshadow. Carefully applying it with her finger tips. Standing away from the mirror she did a few touch ups and grabbed her phone. Walking through the bus and off of it as she grabbed her car keys from the counter and walked out to the old school mustang she had, tossing her bag in the passenger's seat and driving towards the club. A sigh left her lips as Ke$ha blasted through her stereo as she pulled up into the parking lot and got out, locking her car door and showing her I.D to the bouncer as she walked in with a smirk. Making her way to the bar, Izzy ordering a mixed cocktail and sitting at the counter. She looked out to the dance floor. Not really interesting in getting her ass grabbed just yet. tag; open outfit; hurrword count; six seventeen notes; hai this sucks
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