[kfire]

Alison showed up to the party about an hour late. It was almost a custom for her at this point: never showing up when anyone expected, never apologising, and never bringing her own booze.

She was dressed about the same as she always was: heavy black combat boots on her feet, along with intentionally shredded black leggings and a gauzy black skirt. A tight-fitting black t-shirt reading 'Bad Religion: The Empire Strikes First" covered her torso...barely. With her face in the state it was, she couldn't walk through a security checkpoint anywhere in the world: 1/2" gauges and multiple rings in both ears, snakebites below her lips, a stud in the right side of her nose and a barbell through her left eyebrow. Her hair was a little longer than she usually kept it, she had been meaning to get it cut. It fell right around her shoulders, the last few inches still an acid green from her last dye job that slowly faded into her natural blonde.

A few greetings were called out to her, "Hey, Ali!" "S'up?" and the like, as she reached the porch of the host's house. She bobbed her head in response before heading inside to grab a beer out of the fridge. She didn't know who it belonged to, and maybe she was underage, but whatever. Calling for a bottle opener, it wasn't hard to find one. She popped the cap from her bottle, tossing the opener back and took a long swig.