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Post by Carrie Mathison on Jun 16, 2016 17:54:09 GMT
@alisa
A party. God, she hated Alisa so much for subjecting her to this. She could easily spend the night doing paperwork or patrolling the city for the off chance that she might find a crime worth stopping. Summerhaven was a paradise, so petty crime wasn't very common, but still, that didn't stop her as police chief from her pursuits.
Still, as she arrived at Alisa's door, she couldn't deny that she was a bit excited for it all. She knew she was a workaholic, and maybe a little night of would do her some good. Not being accustomed to it all, she had opted for a red mini sundress, not sure whether it was too formal or not formal enough. Seriously, don't ask her about fashion, she pretty much wore her uniform all day. Albeit, she never left her gun at home, and the dress was just long enough that no one would notice her gun dress to her inner right thigh and then her radio strapped to her left.
Being as she is, she had arrived an entire hour early before Alisa had even dressed. She rapped gently on the door, and was already apologizing once it opened. "I'm so sorry I'm early. Force of habit," she inserted, her cheeks flustered. "On the plus side, I can help you with your makeup or something." Okay, that was a lie; she was no good at makeup.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2016 2:57:57 GMT
Alisa woke up at 6:00 AM to study before going to the high school to help the teachers teach their students, later she walked onto campus to attend two of her classes, arriving home at 7:00 PM for a late dinner. She had fled back into her bedroom to change when she had heard somebody at the door, she had rushed out to answer it to see Carrie. "It's okay, your just on time." She stated, shutting the door behind her and leading Carrie to her bedroom before shutting the door behind her. "Yes.... yes you can." She wore some makeup, meaning that if she had on accident put to much on Carrie would notice and be able to tell her if she was in the mood. She wandered over to her closet and searched through her dresses, knowing that she should dress up since Carrie had done so herself. She found a light blue dress and pulled it out of the closet to lay it on her bed.
"I've finally decided on a dress." She stated, not mentioning that she had thought of wearing one of her other dresses but was in the process of changing when Carrie had knocked on the door. There was no sense in explaining such a thing when it would be of little importance. Alisa changed out of her dress shirt and her slacks and put on the blue dress before searching her closet for her blue flats. Once she found them she put them on, before standing up stretch in her outfit to check herself in her mirror. So far so good, now to have some makeup placed on her face and fixing up her hair and she would be ready to go. She wandered towards her mirror and took a seat at the desk so that she could brush her hair first, once it looked straight and neat she set the brush down to grab her makeup to start applying it on.
"Let me know if you feel like I put to much on." She stated, not sure on if Carrie would mention anything on the subject or not, it was mostly to give them something to talk about as she applied the foundation on first, then blush, then eye liner, followed by pink eye shadow. She put on some lip gloss before looking over her shoulder to take a closer look at Carrie. "I know it was my idea.... but are you sure we should go out?" She asked, feeling like now would be as good as a time as any to chicken out. Sure at the time it sounded like it would be a fun idea, but only because she didn't get out much and well, here was there chance to have a girl's night out. She stood up from her chair and wandered over towards Carrie before taking a seat on her bed, motioning for Carrie to take a seat next to her.
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Post by Carrie Mathison on Jun 19, 2016 7:49:45 GMT
@alisa
Carrie almost felt like jumping at the promise of not having to put herself through a night of this. There were things she could... find to do at the office in preparation for work tomorrow. And none of it, she was sure, would make her feel as out of place as going partying. Sure, she had gone to parties disguised as a civilian before to keep an eye out for crime in places where it was common, but those times she was going because it was her job first and to party... never actually. This time, she was actually going to party.
That was scary honestly.
Regardless, she would admit that she needed this. She took a seat next to Alisa with a huff. "I'm still not sure, but I feel like I kind of need this I guess. Maybe it might be better than the dozen cups of coffee I take everyday," she said with a laugh. "Best case scenario, we have fun. Worst case scenario, we have a little too much fun and we both regret it in the morning."
She gave her a pat on her hand as she stood, ready to leave. "So, let's do it. Let's get white girl fucking wasted," she insisted. "Wait, people actually say that right?" she asked, really not sure. "I maybe, sort of, watched party videos all day to kind of figure out how to do this," she said with a laugh.
"You know you're barely eighteen. I should really be the one asking you out to party," she started with a frown. "I feel like that younger sibling who's big sister felt sorry for her and took her out," she chuckled. "Now I kind of feel like letting you buy all the drinks." If she was being honest, she was kind of just quoting movies at this point. "Party talk". Can she actually call it that?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 19, 2016 22:32:11 GMT
Alisa watched Carrie take a seat next to her, listening to her claim that she needed this. It was true, they both needed a girl's night out, but Carrie didn't need to hear about her own schedule, as far as her friend was concerned the only one who was really busy was her, instead of them. She had joined Carrie when the other laughed, "So true." She agreed, taking in a breath, clearly nervous for tonight. Carrie pat her on the head and stood, Alisa quickly joined her. Carrie's next comment made her laugh, she hadn't stopped when Carrie asked her question. "I think so.... I don't know." She answered, trying to cheer Carrie up. "It doesn't matter who asks who." She told her, glad that Carrie thought she wasn't as busy just because she appeared to be less busy then she really was. Did she mention that to Carrie? Of course not, it didn't mean that Carrie didn't know and just chose not to mention it to her.
"Oh well." She smiled, finding it funny that Carrie was thinking so much on the subject of having to join her friend when it should have been visa versa. "You shouldn't feel guilty, if you tried buying any of the drinks that would be a sight for the public to see because I always get the last say on the subject." She was buying for the drinks and that was that. In Florida the age to drink was twenty-one, but she had been drinking back home in London around the time she started high school. She couldn't remember the exact time. It was rare for her to get drunk though. "Yes party talk." Alisa agreed, moving to the nightstand to grab her wallet and cell phone. She showed Carrie out of the bedroom, towards the living room and out the door. "I should really avoid getting wasted since I am eighteen." She started, "But one drink won't hurt." She added, figuring between the two of them, she'd be the one to drive them home later.
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