Sage Westbrook | Female | 18 years old
Location: Parkers' Home | Mentions: None, open for interaction
Whole night outfit

There where you see her, Sage was incredibly selective and indecisive, the worst combination for a girl. Not only with her relationships in general, but also with clothes and everything that could involve. A snug white dress, or jeans, there was her problem. Being comfortable was a must, but it was a party, and they say that a woman's dress should be a like a barbed-wire fence: serving its purpose without obstructing the view. It was then when she decided, or rather hoped, that no matter what she wore she would look fantastic, slipping a white jean on and a flesh-colored tank. After a few touch-ups to her make up, her hair decided by itself that it would remain in it's wild state, and with the same style Sage had created earlier in the morning, a few short braids at the right side of her cranium. Only when she was ready, the beige high heels and were put on, as well as a sweater that matched perfectly with the color.

She couldn't leave without Kian's hat however; She wanted to live to see another day.

Her GTR35 had once more taken her to her destiny, and as soon as she stepped into the house, the strong smell of alcohol lingered and passed through her nose, increasing her desire to get loose over the bar. The loud music, though you could hear it even from the corner of the street, did nothing but feed the eagerness she felt at dancing throughout the entire night. There was already so many people that crossing the rooms was almost impossible. Her eyes yet again met many familiar faces, and some had stopped her for brief greetings, others had been stopped by Sage. She was careful to not let the 'borrowed' hat fall, though she was aware that it didn't looked quite good according to the rest of her clothes. Once near the bar, she prepared herself a Margarita, something somewhat soft to start with.