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Alexandra Pepper was not the type of woman to tolerate the sort of rank and file rich society her mother and father relished. Sometimes, she even wanted to just change her name, but she really did kind of enjoy exploiting being a Pepper to get away with things sometimes. Maybe it was the fact even now she was stuck living with her mother "because good girls don't LIVE alone" at her age (she protested every time that she had two cats, but apparently, Calypso Pepper was not a woman easily swayed), and her mother insisted she meet the best and brightest.

Which tonight meant enduring an idiotic party, with idiot rich men and women and their idiot children, all the time feeling like a peice of meat under scrutiny -- was she USDA Choice or Prime?

It was stupid, and as polite as the redhead could be, she had decidedly no interest in being there -- especially not with nittering twits trying to small talk their way into her evening gown (with no pockets,, a true affront to her darling Broderick), and once the crowd was off on the next fine selection that seemed to have far less brains, the redhead huffed, sipping some sparkling cider like it was more of a beer, and seemed to relax when a voice greeted her. She'd probably have met Jacques with the false cheer and pleasantries, but his toner indicated he had over two braincells rubbing together in his skull in her mind, and a wash of hope came over hr.

Altready she just wanted to see some divbinity bless this one.

"Why yes!" Alexandra drawled, tone equally matching his sarcasm. "Especially half the oh so intelligent conversation."

Silence, the redhead letting it soak in, down to the dripping, mirthless sarcasm and biting resentment being present, before she sighed, motioning.

"So, what gotyou suckered intothis idiot show?"

Alex nodded understandingly as Jack spoke, eternally grateful he had the sense to realize the whole party was, well, stupid, and shook his hand firmly.

"Alexandra Pepper. Alex, to anyone with more sense than my parents or half the people here it seems." The young woman motioned leisurely, before frowning as she worked out how to best respond to the rest. Finally, she decided on fact and made a face a bit.

"My mother too." She spat the words with revulsion. "Because I am a lady she claims, and honestly believes that I need to land some rich idiot and make him take my name because I'm the elder sister and must carry on the family name." It was said with a flourish of the hand, and a dramatic air, exxagerating the drama before the disgruntled expression deepened as she sipped her beverage, slowly, with a distinct, disdainful loud slurp clearly intended to annoy the more stuffy party goers.

"I think my mother says these are networking opportunities or some stupid nonsense, buuut I don't care for it myself. I'd be home with my cats if my mother hadn't started off on a tirade again."

Alex motioned at the party with exasperation, looking to Jack.

?"I mean, this is bullocks, right?? I'm not nuts and this is all just some look at me peacock show, right?"

Alex then sighed, and crossed her arm across her chest, the hand holding a glass swirling the contents slowly, a contemplative expression in the green eyes sizing each one of the others up methodically.

"Man this. I'd love to drop the real world opn these morons here and now really. But nooo, there's offiiiiicials and important peeeeoooople. So how do you usually survive these Jack? Ever smuggle a pet in?"

"My mother bullied my father into it. Knowing herm, she'll harrass someone I';m trying to date into it. Woman is nuts." Alex rolled her eyes in disdain, looking away from the pale maned woman pointedly to focus on her conversation. Her mother's presence was no filter either, room or not as Alex chuckled.

"There's probably some real sweet lizards outside, the real question is, should we punish the lizards for this horsepucky?"

OK, she was trying not to swear, but Alex was thinking now, humming.

"Iknow last time I snuck my cats in my purse. That's why I don't have one tonight. Ugh, I'm an adult, that nutjob thinks Ineed to act her age. Triuthfully I only bother with that house for the hope of teaching my kid sister NOT to be like mom."

Then she motioned.

"I could spike the punch, probably, though."

"Well, of course, there." Alex noted. "UIt's these other people we'd be getting blitzed. That's how you make these fun. You stir the pot." Alex ecplained, a slow, feral grin forming on her face. It was clear this also kept her from risking some of the sons of whatever off her, and the red head tapped her chin.

"Not to mention I hear the dear senator likes to pretend he's a Kennedy if he's had too many, sso if we booze bombed then made an excuse to go -- I don't know, maybe I can fudge something about worrying about my cat with the kitten or the babysitter called about my baby sister or something -- and letthe old stodgers have their drunk fun..."

A low hum, the female contemplative as she stiudied the room, scanning for oppotunities.

"My logic is, if I have to suffer, they should suffer for offending me, you see."

Alex nodded, listening attentively.

"Well unless I find something else, I'd ned to find where the liquor is. Probably want something fruity to blend in."

The red head then paused, blinking.

"Wait, you can pick locks?" And she lit up, genuinely impressed. "Hot damn that's useful. I have no idea how to do that. Most of my skills involve.. urm... The fur fandom or burning things. Incense things." She coughed awkwardly then, then motioned.

"Lock picking is way useful though, expert or not."

A thoughtful pause, then. ".....Hiding does sound good though. Don't blame you if it gets crazy. Though, weouldn't hiding spur some sort of gossip?" She motioned. "Because people might misconstrue what we're doing."

"Depends on the rich ijjit. The ones who watch out are the quiet ones." Alex affirmed, eyes narrowing at the crowd before she fished some black sunglass-spectacles out, neatly putting them on. It was plainly a stylistic choice -- unless looked through they offered no light protection, and thew red head hummed, looking around.

"It's a matter of sneaking off or not... Pick a door open or just bugger off...." Then she made a face. "Screw it, wanna check out? I know a few places for the early twenties crowd and we can probably get realclothes on the way." She waved dryly. "I'll just let my mother blow up later. I'm over 18, what's she going to do, loise face and chuxk mew out? Horror."

"Either or, les' go." Alex motioned politely, and walked out, amused. Oh, she was gong to hear it, but who csared?

"Exploring is also good. Anything but one more fake laugh about.... Tennis."

Or vacations in expensive places. UGH.