"Ooooh Holy Slut, Batman!" A gorgeous, petite brunette groaned nauseously into her pink I-phone. Brooke Davis, Premiere Fashionista of Clothes Over Bro's Pretty Girl House of Vogue, stumbled down Melrose Avenue on Santa Monica Boulevard completely hung-over. "Agh! What the hell happened last night, Rach?"
The consequences of an all night drinking binge at Club Vice finally hit her. The taste of alcohol residue lingered on her breath. Fever pounded sensitive temples until Brooke could hardly stand. Forceful throbbing swayed her tiny body from left to right, shapely bare legs wobbling in red and black cheetah spotted Manolo Blahniks. Amazedly, the pedestrians barely noticed the celebrity designer struggling.
Instead, wealthy women in the latest couture swung shopping bags. Sharp elbows and flailing arms battled for dominance on the crowded strip. Brooke tussled with larger and smaller frames, squeezing through horrible spaces. Pushes and pulls sent pedestrians to flood the crosswalks. Weak attempts to avoid automobiles racing past increased the crowd's frenzy.
