After my run-in with the video game icon. I left the parlor and looked around the room to see so many objectified female icons. I would comment farther, but again I am dressed as the girl who was eaten by the wolf as her claim to fame. As I made a move towards a slice of pizza. Why? Well, first the idea is that she is NOT dressed as an objectified female icon. That gets her points and she was a Tramp the clique, not her lifestyle as I do not know her that well. She could be a Tramp and a TRAMP but at this moment that would be conjecture and I try not to get into that as a rule.
I walk over to her and say hello. She looks at me with a dismissive glance. I get it as she probably does not know it's me, or if she does she has zero fucks to give. That is why the Tramps rule. We kinda like no one, but our own, and even then it's dicey at best. So I give her a catty smirk and took a glass of punch and made a note to make sure to say "Hi" later, Then went to mill about...