So Prince Book's big annual shindig is coming up in a few weeks now, about a month, yeah? Looks like it might suck this time around. Some fuckin' costume party Saturday night? What the fuck? Goddamn, if you are so fuckin' bored with being five hundred fuckin' years old, just lay down and take a fuckin' nap for about a hundred years and wake up and see what it's like then. 'Cause if you have to dress if stupid-ass costumes for a damn party (unless it's awesome leather/latex for an orgy/bondage/fetish party, but that's different) you're too goddamn old or you're too much of a damn loser.
About the only thing maybe interesting is that is seems like a bunch of Brujah from around the country are flyin' in to talk a lot of shit for the clan. Not exactly sure what, but Johnny'll see then, right? Plus it'll be cool to finally see the faces that belong to these damn emails Johnny been reading for a couple of years now. Might even party with some of 'em.
But other than that? Pissant Tower parties, all fluff and circumstances and pomp, but not a goddamn good time for anyone to have. Maybe if Johnny did fang it might be better, but Johnny doubts it. The kind of arrogance and conceitedness most of those bitches have is more of a turn-off than a fuckin' open herpes blister on half the mouth.
But, Johnny is goin' anyway. There is the clan shit, plus Johnny is always hoping to come across more Anarchs or borderline Tower types that can be swayed the Anarch way. And for Gated Community Productions, it was a treasure trove of "Suicide Girl" types and even a few girl next doors. So that's always good.
But Johnny might have to punch someone through the face if someone asks Johnny to dance or some fuckin' poofy thing.
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