....wouldn't hurt you skanks to do the same and maybe ya'll wouldn't be sitting around while i'm dancing my ass off ;P" so we leave to the Bar and...when we arrive the music is pumping some mighty fine tunes, i go find us a table and my oldest sister Elena goes and gets each of us a miller light ( as if we need to watch our weight :D we weren't even there 20 minutes when this fine looking man comes up to me and asks me to dance, of course before i say sure! i make sure to tell him I'm. Eyebrows and hair were dark, her hair almost black, except about an inch of the tips was bleached blonde, stopping just at her chin, and across her forehead at eyebrow level, a set of heavy, straight-cut bangs.I was thinking "Goth" but the hair was dark brown, and her nose, lips and ears were bereft of the hardware affectations of most Goth chicks. Okay, ears ... A tiny silver round ear stud, conventionally placed in each ear.All that thought took me about a second and a half before I answered. The next day was non-stop studying. I had pulled my grades up some, but was going to have to do extremely well on finals. Second semester American History was easy except for the essay question. We were told to write an alternative ending to the Civil War based on one single event changing. I chose Lincoln’s decision to surround the Maryland legislature with armed troops when it was voting on secession and posited that he had not done so. Maryland seceded, and now Washington, D.C., was entirely. He'd help her all right; they were buddies who occasionally cried on one another's shoulder, understood each other's plight, had even slept together to see if he could stand it heterosexually, but with the exception of a bit of soixante-neuf it had fallen flat for him. Still, they were friends each knowing and sharing the other's problems, finding mutual consolation in their individual ostracism from the established world. Tonight, she'd see Armand and the few others she called friends....