Post by *MERCEDES NOELLE ROUSSEAU! on Dec 27, 2009 17:07:40 GMT -5
[/blockquote][/blockquote]With her suitcase pulled out, Mercedes threw things around the bathroom, trying to pick out a good outfit for that night. She knew a lot of the band probably got annoyed with her crap all over the bus, but she'd make sure to clean it up before anyone saw. She really wasn't sure where anyone was, and didn't exactly have the motivation to check if anyone else was on the bus. She assumed not, though, seeing as she had music blasting from the front of the bus and no one had come up and yelled at her to turn it down yet. If it was one thing, Mercedes had to have her music loud. If she couldn't blast it like she was currently doing, she was either playing it loud, or had her headphones in, blasting them as high as they could go. It was surprising that she wasn't deaf yet. She had gotten enough warnings from her doctors; wear earplugs, turn it down, your hearings getting worse, yadda, yadda, yadda. Mercedes just didn't care enough to do anything about it. Currently, Beautiful by Escape The Fate was blasting out of the speakers, and she was dancing around and singing while she was getting ready. She wasn't sure what it was, but right before she went out to party, she always got some crazy high, putting her in an amazing mood. Some would say that she was just tipsy from the beer that she was slowly drinking, but she knew it wasn't that. It took a lot to get her drunk, yet, she found a way to do it most nights. Many frowned upon her constant partying, but she could care less. It was her life, and she knew it was short, why not party it up and enjoy it while it was possible? Luckily, her friends understood this, and generally went out with her. She hoped that that would be the case that night. There had been plenty of times Mercedes had gone out by herself to party, but it was always nice to have some company. You never knew what type of things could occur when you're wasted, and it was nice to have someone to help you get home, even if you can't remember anything.
Now, though, Mercedes main goal was to pick out a decent outfit. In her opinion, if there was something guys had easier than girls, it was picking out an outfit. They could simply pick out clothes while girls had to pick something that would send the right message. She didn't want to appear like a total slut; no one wanted anything too easy, but at the same time, she didn't want to keep herself completely covered up. She continued searching through her bag, picking through jeans, shirts, skirts and a few dresses. Finally, she just decided to throw on her little black dress, knowing that it was impossible to go wrong with it. Kicking off her black shorts and white tank top she had worn for pajamas, she grabbed the dress to slip it on, but then realized that she had a white bra that still had straps on it. "Shit," she mumbled, before getting down on her knees, searching through her suitcase for her black strapless bra. There were tons of girls who would be completely and utterly embarrassed to be seen in only their underwear, but she wasn't. Mercedes wasn't conceited or anything, but she was comfortable with who she was, and she was so close with everyone on the bus that it didn't even matter to her. She could probably walk around the bus in nothing but her underwear, and feel completely comfortable. She didn't, though, because you never knew who else might pop in, and some people grew awkward while talking to someone only in their underwear. After shuffling through her clothes once again, she found the right bra, and switched out of her old one to easily slip the strapless on, grabbing a pair of matching black underwear and changing into those, also. Finally, she grabbed the dress, slipping into it before walking to the mirror to look at herself. She twirled around, loving how well the dress fit her. From the day Mercedes bought it, she always swore that it was made for her, though in reality, she had just found it in a department store. It was the dress she wore to her first club, and since then, it's sort of become a good luck charm for her. She loved the dress and planned on wearing it until it started to shred. It was far from it, though, the dress still looking brand new. With it on, she figured she should do her makeup, knowing that she wouldn't be changing again. The majority of her stuff was already all over the counter, along with everyone else’s. Grabbing her eyeliner, she quickly leaned towards the mirror and skillfully applied it, putting it on sort of dark, but not dark enough to make her look super creepy. After, she reached for her mascara, wanting to put the finishing touches on, until she realized she forgot eye shadow. Leaning back, she examined her makeup, figuring that it looked fine. It wasn't like anyone would notice in the club, anyways. Though people thought she spent hours working on her makeup, it only took a couple minuets, mainly because she didn't break out often. Every once in a while she'd use foundation, but for the most part, the stuff just felt like food all over her face, which was why she was so fortunate to have clear skin.
Once she was done with her makeup, she grabbed a comb and teased the crap out of her currently straight hair until it reached a volume she liked. Once their, she grabbed the jumbo can of hairspray, spraying a small amount on. She wanted her hairs volume to stay, but she didn't want her hair to be hard and crunchy. She hated that feeling and would rather have completely flat hair then have to deal with that. Finally, she looked at herself, pretty content with how she currently looked. The only think she really needed left to take care of was her shoes and accessories, that were both towards the front of the bus. Quickly, she gathered up all the clothes she had thrown around, stuffing them into her suitcase. With all her strength, she pulled until the zipper was completely zipped. Sometimes, she wondered how her suitcase closed so easily when she had first arrived to New York, and now it was barely even possible. Standing up, she brushed imaginary dirt of her dress before grabbing her suitcase with one hand and her beer with the other. She made her way through the tour bus, dragging the suitcase behind her, singing along to the song that was currently playing. As she passed by her bunk, she stopped, throwing her suitcase on top of it. Though she generally kept it clear so that she could easily go home and pass out, she was too far into her excited high to waste time putting it away correctly. Instead, she took a swig of her beer, and headed towards the front of the bus, a smile growing on her face as she heard Toxic by Britney Spears start to bump through the speakers. Ever since she had been a little girl, she had always been a fan of Britney Spears. Even to this day, after the whole mental breakdown thing and everything, she was still a huge fan. Mercedes has every single one of her records, and knows every song by heart. Go ahead and call her insane, she doesn't care. As the song continued to play, she started to dance around, sipping on her beer and singing lyrics between sips. She was ready to go party, but she wanted to wait around a little longer to see if anyone would suddenly emerge and go out with her.
ooc - lalala
tagged - maddox
words - 1331
outfit - click!
inspiration - the birds and the bees; breathe carolina
