TONIGHT!!

[frenzied]

[in the Top Model House Champion Contestant Lodgings, the living areas have been decorated in various animal furs. For dinner there are lots of red meats and numerous bottles of brand sponsored alcohol for the trainees to enjoy! Also lots of chocolate desserts.

Time to Party Hard.]

Comments

[wargame]

Obviously.

[disgraces]

Like ...

[inspecting a poster-- oh]

Who did you pick on this time?

[wargame]

Mischa's ugly little sister.

[disgraces]

Oh, that one.

He tried to cry at me, did you know? The nerve of some people.

[wargame]

Of course he did, the stupid fucker and his stupid hair.

[disgraces]

I suppose I should have told him to pet your ego and bring you alcohol, but that might've been too kind.

[wargame]

Now I've got a little wannabe-waiter who thinks he can make me angry. You cocksucker.

[disgraces]

You never complained before.

[wargame]

[... essentially this]

[disgraces]

I can't imagine why the juries don't just fall in love with you.

[wargame]

They're jealous.

[drinks, crumples up the picture he was holding.]

[disgraces]

Of your charm and charisma, I'm sure.

[wargame]

[lucillefaceagain]

[disgraces]

Stop being so salacious, you're going to make people think you're cheap.

[wargame]

In this crowd?

[disgraces]

What, it's very high class.

[wargame]

I'm not cheap. I have glasses.

[disgraces]

Your frames are a little last year.

[wargame]

They're vintage.

[disgraces]

That's like saying crinkling hair is vintage.

[wargame]

It's not as if I have beads.

[disgraces]

Perish the thought.

[wargame]

[finishes off the drink he had]

Are we going to have shameful intercourse or are you going to keep talking at me? Because I'm sobering the fuck up and I'm gonna smack you either way.

[disgraces]

Oh, you.

Where's the nearest bathroom?

[wargame]

Back five steps, look down the hall.