Jessica

It was Jessica, that fat-assed bitch who thought she was hot shit. Jessica was one of the few girls who was as tall as Amelia, but the similarity ended there. First of all, Jess had a huge ass. You'd have to see it to believe it. Second of all, while Amelia dressed in a more classic, vampy way, Jess's clothes were more futuristic and cyberpunk. Tonight, Jess was wearing a black corset with neon-yellow panels on the side, and a black knee-length skirt with matching yellow panels on either side of an apron-like patch of orange. Her face was carefully made up, and her dark-brown hair had brightly colored dreadlocks woven into it, held in place partially by goggles on her forehead. With her tall platform boots, the already-tall Jess towered over everyone else, and would have intimidated just about any other girl in the club.

Except Amelia. "What did you say?" she shouted over the loud music, looking Jess in the eye.

"I said you almost spilled that on me, you stupid bitch!"

"Almost? Sorry," Amelia said with a sly smile, as she lifted the glass above Jess's head, and poured its contents over her face and hair. Droplets of the blue icy liquid slipped from her chin and fell into her cleavage, what there was of it.

"You b- I can't believe you just did that!" Jess screamed. "It's on!"