★ ★ ★ Cheri ❤ Rio ❤ Scarlet ★ ★ ★
Mirror Mirror on the [ w a l l ]... ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ...Who's the [ f a i r e s t ] of them all?
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One of the few objects in the hat had stuck out more than the rest. It had a perculiar texture to it, one that crackled when touched. As Cheri lifted the little object from the hat, she held it between the tips of her long fingers, rubbing the material gently. The object she had chosen was round and soft in some places, though in others it was pointed and ridged. She couldn't guess what she had taken from the hat, but had a few ideas of what it could have been. She began to wonder what the other girls had picked out. She deffinately felt something cold in there, like metal or a similar element as such, but Cheri wasn't completely sure. For the moment, she would stick to trying to figure out the little object that she, herself, had chosen out of the hat...
The dark haired girl awaited for a call from another voice, telling the girls to lift up the objects they had picked out, and suddenly, Cheri's hand shot up into the air, a cheery little smile upon her face - the only thing that wasn't hidden behind the material blind-fold around the center and just above half of her little head. "I got the crackily thingy-mah-bob!" She cried excitedly, swaying her arm slightly above her head. "I wonder who it belongs to.." Thought the female to herself, still swaying her arm softly above her head. Cheri didn't know many of the boys that had attended this party, a select few perhaps, after meeting them once or twice at a party or during school before, but that was most likely it. She knew more of the lasses, at least. Her best friend was currently sat next to her, picking out an object from the hat also. Patiently, Cheri waited for someone to call out to her, tap her hand, or pull her to her feet from her cross-legged position upon the cold, wooden floor.
She had never played this game before, even if she had been invited to quite a few parties, the short, dark-eyed girl never joined in with this activity. She stuck to chatting with her friends and dancing around. Cheri rarely got drunk either. Ever since her friend's sixteenth birthday party last year, she had ver wisely steered away from drinking over a single glass of a low percentaged alcoholic drink. After what had happened when she had become completely drunk for the first time, she begged herself to not do that again. The experience of leaning on people for extra support had been pretty fun and somewhat entertaining for others at one point, but that would hopefully be the last time anyone saw this little Cheri completely and utterly gone.