The sound of music pounding from brightly lit house fades as a beat up black Sedan drives away from the party, with you in tow. You're not an official plastic, but Regina has been indoctrinating you into being a popular, bleach blonde bitch like her. Janis, as much of a 'freak' as she is, was nice when you first arrived here, introducing you to Damian, taking you in and even still be nice eno7gh to you when you became a plastic. Now, you're laid out in the back of her car.

"Headline: Mean girl leaves pretty clone trainee at party to hook up with football player, more at nine." Janice snickers as she drives off. "You're lucky I was at an art show nearby, or you would've had to call Damian and interrupt his project runway watching night. He would've left you high and dry, baby! Up shits creek!" She clearly finds your situation amusing, but you can tell from the way she grips the steering wheel she's pissed to. Regina was your ride. She could've seriously fucked you over if Janis hadn't come to get you from the party. "Hey, you wannanget something to eat? How drunk are you, I don't want you hungover but I don't want you puking on my step-dads good leather seats." She puts an arm over the seat to look back at you.