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Sonya Lovelace
Meteorite
- Joined
- Jul 12, 2010
- Location
- Somewhere in between
After-parties were always worth the boredom that Eva had to endure while waiting for an awards show to finish. She never missed a chance to get dolled up to the nth degree and pose for the paparazzi. Tonight had been no exception, she'd worn a form fitting silver gown with cap-sleeves and a scoop neck that stretched just almost to her knees. Black gladiator-style 4 inch pumps gave her a bit of height and accented her calves as the leather bands snaked their way up her from her ankles. Varies pieces of matching silver jewelry adorned her ankles and neck, along with her ears and fingers. Her deep auburn hair hung in almost natural waves down her back, and here eyes were dramatically emphasized in black liner and gold shadow.
That was the attire for the after-party as well; as things wound down she sipped off the last of her drink and got up to leave. There were a few offers of other party-goers to walk her to the limo that waited below the high-end club, but in past experiences Eva thought the garage was secure enough. The few drinks she'd had that evening ensured that there would be no walk of shame, no matter how secure she felt. Those camera lenses found their way into every aspect of a celebrity's life. During the ride down the elevator, Eva began to dig in her purse to find her cell phone. Not a problem if her driver, Mike, was asleep, though she wanted to give him a heads up. Once the doors opened out into the garage she pulled out the tiny phone and flipped it open, focusing on the buttons to find the right number to dial.
That was the attire for the after-party as well; as things wound down she sipped off the last of her drink and got up to leave. There were a few offers of other party-goers to walk her to the limo that waited below the high-end club, but in past experiences Eva thought the garage was secure enough. The few drinks she'd had that evening ensured that there would be no walk of shame, no matter how secure she felt. Those camera lenses found their way into every aspect of a celebrity's life. During the ride down the elevator, Eva began to dig in her purse to find her cell phone. Not a problem if her driver, Mike, was asleep, though she wanted to give him a heads up. Once the doors opened out into the garage she pulled out the tiny phone and flipped it open, focusing on the buttons to find the right number to dial.