This scene takes place in the comfort of young Cassie Hurst's bedroom. The room is fregrenced well with a pear tart scent. The cameras set up with in the corner of the condo-sized room. The walls were of a marvolous taupe, outlined with a bit of a rustic tone. The carpet was an egg shell tinted, NewZealand wool, as with the furnature, a lovely array of early 19th century New England style cherry wood.
Overhead you see a french crystal chandalier trimmed in an antique gold. The rustic colored, double door leading to the entrance of the room was of an old English style. From there the camera glides you toward the balchony; there sitting amongst a few friends, is Cassie Hurst.
It's quite apparent that this is not just your ordinary, run of the mill get together. The three women lounge out upon the eve in expensive Italian silk evening wear.
A young lady weighing around 190lbs (a little on the chunky side) with short black hair and glasses, rubs her fingertips along her brown, floral design night gown.
The other young lady stands around 4ft 3, she's slim and very well-toned, her dirty blonde hair drapes down to the back of her neck and to her shoulders, she has gorgous dark eyes, a long pointed nose, and teeth that overlapped her chin. The two admire their gowns as Miss Hurst steps out from inside.
Cassie steps out barefooted, she is wrapped in a white knee length, cotton bath towel, her hair was damp, and there was no apparent make up upon her face. She leans backwards against the balchony wall facing the two young ladies with a smile.
The two girls' eyes grow wide as a small giggle comes from them both.
The other young lady sits and looks around, she blushes a little and sighs.
There's an outburst of laughter between the two girls as Cassie stands rolling her eyes.
Well, what do you plan on doing, how can we help?
Is it that Shooter guy... I heard talk around campus that he's one hot looking guy.
No, she lowers her head and sighs He doesn't even know I am alive... Cassie straightens up, placing both hands upon her hips shaking her head.
The chunky young lady smiles, whispering to the other girl.
But lets not talk about Shooter, I've got this problem that I need you two to help me with. I don't know what to do, how to act or even how to approach the subject.. It's driving me crazy.
Girl, listen..all you do is just do it.. don't think about it, because you'll regret it later...just do what you feel is right.
Damn Cheri, you sound like Mrs. Olsen on one of her "prevention" kicks.
All three girls laugh.
Just don't worry about it Cass, things will be fine.
Ya Cass... don't sweat it..pratice makes perfect.
The three girls all huddle together in a "group" hug as Cassie turns her head, looking as if she's forced into this.
Mums the word Cassie...
Ya Cassie, we wont say anything.
Cassie backs away from the girls and leans once against the wall once more as she places her hands upon the towel as she looks around to see if anyone is watching.
Cassie rubs her hands along the front of the towel smiling.
Cassie reaches for the side of the towel, closing her eyes, as it falls to the floor.
The camera focuses in upon the two girls on instinct. The girls mouths drop, and their eyes buldge. Simotaniously both ladies shout.. DAYEM!!!!
The scene fades to static as the camera goes dead.
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