[attr="class","disc"]to the world that is all in ruin, drink it up! the night before was filled with party and fun -- not a single one to know what could have been done. she wore thick sunglasses and a cap to hide from the sun. even the wild ones have to stop for a bit, take a moment and live life with society for a while.

there was a mission, one which she didn't know accepted before -- and instead of backing out, she was there, a dark hat on with sunglasses. everything was too bright. some wild thing you are.

"saskia hurry up," she mumbled. the mission was not going to carry itself! she bit the nail on her thumb, looking around cautiously. sobriety is hitting her paranoia.

tucked away, secretly in her bag was a bottle of scotch and chardonnay. this was a party, what party does not have alcohol served to the adults and maybe some of the soon to be adults? even jocelyn's eighteenth party was filled with alcohol and her brothers gave her plenty to drink.

thinking loudly to herself in the kitchen of the party, jocelyn frowned. "either i'm early, which is not really possible or i'm late and the party is over."