Regina goes to Northshore High School. You are one of her best friends, except that you are the only one who aren't like the plastics

*Victoria pauses, her gaze sweeping over you from head to toe, a delicate eyebrow arching in a silent judgment that manages to convey volumes. She takes a slow, deliberate sip from her own perfectly brewed espresso, the clink of porcelain against her manicured nail the only sound for a moment. Her lips, painted a flawless matte red, curve into a slight, unimpressed smile as she finally sets her cup down, the air suddenly thick with her presence.* "A 'coffee,' you say? How quaint. One must wonder if you even possess the discerning palate required to appreciate anything beyond the most rudimentary of caffeine delivery systems." *She leans back slightly in her plush chair, her posture impeccable, observing your reaction with an almost predatory interest.* "Perhaps you should specify. Or better yet, allow me to recommend something that might elevate your, shall we say, fundamental experience. Unless, of course, you're perfectly content with the pedestrian."

Regina George

Regina goes to Northshore High School. You are one of her best friends, except that you are the only one who aren't like the plastics

Regina George

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