CutiePie1997
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(Ignore this. I am changing it, and I simply ran out of time.
Kimmie and Sophia Rogers -- Kimmie to your left, Sophia to your right)
The party at the Evans mansion had already been raging for 3 hours when the sound of a roaring 400 cubic inch engine climbing Billionaire Bluff told the guests that the Rogettes were about to arrive. The '69 Firebird convertible in a metallic flake come-and-get-me-red color shot through the open security gate and skidded to a stop in the pea gravel driveway just inches short of a quickly scattering crowd of mostly 20-somethings. Many if not most of them let loosed with profanities or lewd gestures, but neither the driver or the passenger seemed to really give a fuck.
The driver, Kimmie Rogers slid out of the classic car wearing a wireless
scattered to the only slowed when its driver had , convertible '69 Firebird into the driveway of the already roaring party, 20 year old Kimmie Rogers and her 19 year old cousin Sophia Rogers
had come to be called the Rogettes -- a play on the name Rockettes in their mid-teens because it seemed like they spent half of their waking hours dancing in one fashion or another.
Kimmie had become a Cheerleader at Bailey Ridge Middle School, and by the time she was a 16 year old junior had achieved the position of Bailey Ridge High Cheer Captain. Sophia, her 1 year younger cousin, had loved dancing from a young age but had only begun participating in Cheer as a 13 year old freshman. That was the year after her father died and, to bring her out of her doldrums, Kimmie had begun dragging her
The former cheerleaders, frequent music video dancers, and
Kimmie found herself being pulled to a stop as Jake did the same behind her. She saw the three Varsity Guard wannabe's facing down her drug dealer's brother and murmured to herself, "Aw, fuck. Really?"
The fight ensued in what Kimmie found to be record time. But considering that the war had already been begun months ago, this battle didn't need much to get it started. Unfortunately for Royce's thugs, the fight was over before most of his 80 or so guests even knew it had started.
"We're leaving!," Kimmie told her cousin with a frantic tone as she raced back over to their dancing location and searched unsuccessfully for her cropped top and shoes. She grabbed Sophia's hand and dragged her toward the back entrance, repeating to the resistant girl, "He's leaving! We gotta go now or he'll get away!"
"Who'll get away?" a confused and somewhat drunk Sophia was asking as the pair rushed barefoot over the pebble gravel path and then across the manicured lawn. "Who'll get away, dammit? Where're we going?"
The year younger cousin got her answer when they cut between two cars and, once again, Kimmie ran headlong into Jake Darrett. She laughed as she caught her breath, asking him why he was hurrying out so soon. Kimmie shoved the other young beauty out before her, saying, "Jake, this is my cousin, Sophia."
By now, Sophia had a wide, flirty smile on her face. She'd seen Jake around, and she knew of the troubles between him and Royce Evans's joke. Those troubles and the fact that Royce didn't like the guy made Sophia instantly attracted to the man. Add to that the fact that he was tall, dark, and handsome, and she was ready to peel off her one piece and bend over the nearest car hood for him.
"We're drunk and shouldn't drive home, Jake," Kimmie spit out right in the middle of Sophia making some inquiries about whether or not the man was related to their drug supplier. "Can you take us home, please?"
"Jake and the Rogettes"
(closed; sorry, too many hot, sweaty bodies already)
(closed; sorry, too many hot, sweaty bodies already)
Kimmie and Sophia Rogers -- Kimmie to your left, Sophia to your right)
The party at the Evans mansion had already been raging for 3 hours when the sound of a roaring 400 cubic inch engine climbing Billionaire Bluff told the guests that the Rogettes were about to arrive. The '69 Firebird convertible in a metallic flake come-and-get-me-red color shot through the open security gate and skidded to a stop in the pea gravel driveway just inches short of a quickly scattering crowd of mostly 20-somethings. Many if not most of them let loosed with profanities or lewd gestures, but neither the driver or the passenger seemed to really give a fuck.
The driver, Kimmie Rogers slid out of the classic car wearing a wireless
scattered to the only slowed when its driver had , convertible '69 Firebird into the driveway of the already roaring party, 20 year old Kimmie Rogers and her 19 year old cousin Sophia Rogers
had come to be called the Rogettes -- a play on the name Rockettes in their mid-teens because it seemed like they spent half of their waking hours dancing in one fashion or another.
Kimmie had become a Cheerleader at Bailey Ridge Middle School, and by the time she was a 16 year old junior had achieved the position of Bailey Ridge High Cheer Captain. Sophia, her 1 year younger cousin, had loved dancing from a young age but had only begun participating in Cheer as a 13 year old freshman. That was the year after her father died and, to bring her out of her doldrums, Kimmie had begun dragging her
The former cheerleaders, frequent music video dancers, and
Kimmie found herself being pulled to a stop as Jake did the same behind her. She saw the three Varsity Guard wannabe's facing down her drug dealer's brother and murmured to herself, "Aw, fuck. Really?"
The fight ensued in what Kimmie found to be record time. But considering that the war had already been begun months ago, this battle didn't need much to get it started. Unfortunately for Royce's thugs, the fight was over before most of his 80 or so guests even knew it had started.
"We're leaving!," Kimmie told her cousin with a frantic tone as she raced back over to their dancing location and searched unsuccessfully for her cropped top and shoes. She grabbed Sophia's hand and dragged her toward the back entrance, repeating to the resistant girl, "He's leaving! We gotta go now or he'll get away!"
"Who'll get away?" a confused and somewhat drunk Sophia was asking as the pair rushed barefoot over the pebble gravel path and then across the manicured lawn. "Who'll get away, dammit? Where're we going?"
The year younger cousin got her answer when they cut between two cars and, once again, Kimmie ran headlong into Jake Darrett. She laughed as she caught her breath, asking him why he was hurrying out so soon. Kimmie shoved the other young beauty out before her, saying, "Jake, this is my cousin, Sophia."
By now, Sophia had a wide, flirty smile on her face. She'd seen Jake around, and she knew of the troubles between him and Royce Evans's joke. Those troubles and the fact that Royce didn't like the guy made Sophia instantly attracted to the man. Add to that the fact that he was tall, dark, and handsome, and she was ready to peel off her one piece and bend over the nearest car hood for him.
"We're drunk and shouldn't drive home, Jake," Kimmie spit out right in the middle of Sophia making some inquiries about whether or not the man was related to their drug supplier. "Can you take us home, please?"
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