Lisa walked alongside Isabella, keeping a steady smile as Harmony made an obviously snide comment regarding the redhead's outfit. It wasn't uncommon for the upper class to wear fur, albeit the trend towards cruelty-free meant that pelts would be harder and harder to find. Personally, she didn't enjoy the idea of wearing a dead animal (leather not included despite the hypocrisy), but she would be lying if she said that Isabella didn't pull it off. Not to mention that her sister made it and it would simply be an insult to decline.
"Yeah! Everyone's looking great this evening," the Asian woman cut in.
The Vayne woman of course, retaliated with a petty jab of her own and in Vayne fashion just had to be class-related. She beckoned for Lisa to follow after and she was happy to do so, gripping her Moscato with vigor. She was more than happy to wine and flaunt herself, especially if it meant a distraction from Isabella and Hatch's...volatility.
They arrived in the kitchen, breaking out wine glasses and a corkscrew to finally get drinking. She had never been much of a party animal, preferring more intimate gatherings so getting slowly inundated (and tipsy) was the perfect way to unwind. Taking a long sip of Moscato, she perked up at Isabella's question regarding the recent death on campus.
"Yeah I did! Well I mean it was a tragedy, but I would be lying if I said it didn't interest," she answered, swirling her glass, "can imagine if there really is a cult here? What that would mean for Cascadia?"
All her theories and mystery chasing would finally come to fruition and she could be the first to report on it. Her major wouldn't be useless after all. Well it wouldn't be useless because she had connections within the industry anyway, but having a story to report meant more to her.
She pursed her lips for a second before taking another sip.
"You wouldn't happen to know anything about it would you?"
"Yeah! Everyone's looking great this evening," the Asian woman cut in.
The Vayne woman of course, retaliated with a petty jab of her own and in Vayne fashion just had to be class-related. She beckoned for Lisa to follow after and she was happy to do so, gripping her Moscato with vigor. She was more than happy to wine and flaunt herself, especially if it meant a distraction from Isabella and Hatch's...volatility.
They arrived in the kitchen, breaking out wine glasses and a corkscrew to finally get drinking. She had never been much of a party animal, preferring more intimate gatherings so getting slowly inundated (and tipsy) was the perfect way to unwind. Taking a long sip of Moscato, she perked up at Isabella's question regarding the recent death on campus.
"Yeah I did! Well I mean it was a tragedy, but I would be lying if I said it didn't interest," she answered, swirling her glass, "can imagine if there really is a cult here? What that would mean for Cascadia?"
All her theories and mystery chasing would finally come to fruition and she could be the first to report on it. Her major wouldn't be useless after all. Well it wouldn't be useless because she had connections within the industry anyway, but having a story to report meant more to her.
She pursed her lips for a second before taking another sip.
"You wouldn't happen to know anything about it would you?"