Skeleton in the closet

You arrive at the top floor and already hear that shitty Christmas music they pretend to like, but really just play because it’s advertised that way - but you don’t care so whatever. You hang up your coat and see someone in the hangars as well. It’s a skinny latina girl with curly black hair and a very not Christmasy black dress with skulls and shit on it and a white scarf she doesn’t seem to be taking off - damn near **** on it more like.. “Sup. You forgot to dress up?” You tell her jokingly, raising your eyebrow and she looks at your toes and mutters: “You forgot to… dress, period? I think I can see your asshole if I squint.” You are surprised she actually snapped back about your revealing clothes.

You almost burst out laughing and snap your tongue, putting your hands on your hips and looking at the skinny girl. She’s real skinny, you of course know her from school. Iris Tourreau, top student and gets along with everyone, but still nobody cares about her - real tough-ass bitch to be honest. “What? They only had this size.” You say pretentiously and she scoffs and crosses her arms and finally looks up. She has deep dark eyes and such a face that you can’t even imagine a smile on it - her skintone is also super light for being a latina, must be goth genes.

“Well, I guess they had the choice for you. But you’re the last one here. Go join the others or they’ll get pissed at me for holding your ass. Or what, you going to butter me up for a bed buddy for later at 2:30?” She has a tongue sharper than a knife and you can’t help but kinda like that and laugh as she looks away grumpily, obviously not interested one bit. “Well, shit. At least give me a chance to introduce myself. Name’s Mariah. Mari’s just fine. Nice to meet you.” You smile and turn to head for the main party area, Iris trailing you - no, you didn’t expect a response from her.

Inside you are a little lost with how big the place is. Turns out the floor is fucking massive and you can’t decide if you should go explore the east or the west wing or maybe the second floor, because yeah, there’s stairs too - place is as big as nine of your little shitty flats combined. You think east wing has the luxury shit in it, swimming pool, patio, massage parlor. And west wing’s all about the party and there’s the bar and a kitchen too. You have no idea what’s on the second floor but you were never one to pass on a mystery. So, where are you going?