To the Sorority!

Driving to the sorority took no time at all, mostly because Sarah drove like a madwomen, intent on either dying young or getting away from Bria as soon as possible. Bria didn't care which or think about it, her thoughts entirely for the cameras.

"Want a beer?" Sarah asked, indicating six-pack of bottles on the backseat.

Bria hesitated, realizing she'd had barely anything to eat today, and was both famished and thirsty. Deciding she'd be able to get some food at the party to balance out the drink she twisted in her seat to reach it, feeling her mini ride up daringly.

"Grab two," Sarah said. When Bria offered one to her, thinking it a little odd that someone driving would drink, Sarah motioned her to put the second in the cup holder between them.

Bria's small sips turned to longer gulps as she realized just how parched she was. It sure was hot in California, she hadn't realized how much it took out of a person being in the sun and heat. Before she knew it she was drinking the second one too, grateful that Sarah didn't seem to mind her hogging the booze. The brunette just gave her usual smirk, which Bria decided was her version of a smile. Kind of like Katie Holmes.

"How's my makeup?" Bria asked Sarah, peering in the mirror. It was dark in the car so she couldn't tell if she had enough on. "Do I need more?"

Sarah looked at her. "Are you wearing any?" she asked with wide-eyed innocence. Bria totally missed the devilry in her eyes, instead pulling out her makeup kit, using the small mirror from the visor to assist her as she applied more makeup.

Sarah shook her head, scarcely able to believe the blonde bimbo beside her. Bria's make-up had been fine, even a little on the heavy side, as her life on stage made her prone to. It was no wonder so many people jumped to the conclusion she was a slut. Now she was putting on enough to be mistaken for a street walker, especially with the tiny dress she was wearing.

"How do I look?" Bria asked.

'Like a ten-dollar whore,' Sarah wanted to tell her, surprised a bit by how much and how quickly she disliked the midwestern girl. "Terrific, except..." she frowned, making Bria's eyes pop open in panic. She patted herself down a little, checking for anything stuck to her or out of place. "Open the dash. My ex gave me some perfume. I think you should use it. It's a little weak, you might need to use a bunch."

Bria smiled gratefully, not even thinking about how useless perfume was on film. She popped open the glove compartment, fished out a small bottle, and liberally doused herself with it.

Sarah fought not to gag, wondering how the idiot next to her could stand it. She had no idea that Bria had spent years crammed into tiny dressing rooms with dozens of other girls, smelling stronger perfume, the worst body odors, and the wreaking smell of recent conjugal visits to the judges, many of which she'd made herself.

"There you go," Sarah said as they pulled up to the sorority house. A couple of vans were parked outside it, and every light in the two story building appeared to be on. "I wouldn't go in if I were you, but it's up to you."

Bria stared from the vans to the building, trying to make up her mind. It wasn't until she saw a guy get out of one of the vans with a camera before she made up her mind.