[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/22901/posts/ooc?page=1#post-641728]Sirenia St. Claire[/url]
[b]“Hi everyone. As you can see my stylist is getting me ready to head out to a charity event. I’ll try and get a bunch of pictures for you guys because I am sure many of your icons will be joining! You can thank me by leaving your sweet or dirty comments below and continuing to stalk me on my sites. Much love bitches, bye!”[/b] Sirenia blew a kiss to the webcam and had her assistant sign out of the online account. 

Most of her raunchy behavior was simply an act though she had nearly forgotten what her real personality was truly like. She joked that acting would be her next endeavor though she could not imagine adding that to her plate, and her heart was not in that line of work anyway. It was bad enough that her band Torn Asunder was taking some time to find their muse again but she was ever thankful to modeling and social networking sites that kept her afloat. Perhaps every celebrity hit this road block every now and then, beginning to question what the hell they are going to do next…and why? Sirenia loudly groaned in frustration while her hair stylist added the finishing touches to her volumes of hair, and her makeup artist dabbed on some last minuet mascara. 

[b]“You’re ready babe.”[/b] Rebecca her assistant for occasions such as this confirmed, and handed her a shot glass filled to the brim with potent alcohol. They both raised their glasses sarcastically and downed them before placing the frosted glasses on an end table. They walked down the see through steps and out through the glass double doors where a black Rolls Royce limousine awaited, both females parted ways with a hug. The top of the line security system was instantly activated for the property as the car passed through the long driveway and out through the gated community. 

Upon arrival the chauffeur shooed away the valet service and opened the door since he was already attending to St. Claire’s destination needs. Instantly flashes proceeded to blind the curled red and black haired woman as she stepped out of the car and waved. Taking a moment to pose for the paparazzi in her long black latex dress, which received both negative and positive remarks. These negative reviews would inevitably be voiced over the internet and magazines the following morning no doubt but she did not read up about herself. That would be a one way ticket into self-doubt and alcoholism...though some would say she was headed toward already, and she had no time for rehab or a therapist. Before heading inside she stuck out her pierced tongue and playfully gave the finger…though no one was the wiser to know if she meant it or not. 

Black platform heels strolled into the massive yet elegant space resembling a ball room where she immediately saw faces she recognized. A few came over to greet her, and they exchanged petty conversation before she excused herself to grab a vodka straight up at the elongated bar. A server stopped Sirenia midway asking if she would like a drink. Instead she anxiously asked if he could find her seat, and retrieve her when the time came to sit. He laughed and nodded while she finally made way to the bar and ordered a drink. Vibrant hazel eyes scanned the environment before the drink was prepared, and she took it with a wink and nearly finished the beverage in one gulp. 

[b]“You look absolutely enthralled to be here.”[/b] She said to the woman gazing haphazardly at her cell phone. Sirenia recognized her from a music video that had played at a club she sometimes visited. Since Rap was not her genre she did not know nearly anything else about her. [b]“Thank god for the bar right? What the hell would us girls do without it?”[/b] She brought the glass to her crimson colored lips to finish the drink, and asked for one more…for the road—or back to her table should the man ever find it.