Emiliana-Lee Grace Collins, as far as everyone thought, was untouchable. With raven hair, piercing blue eyes and pale, flawless skin, she was known as the girl that everybody wanted and nobody could have. Men were after her left and right, no matter how obvious she was about being a lesbian. But, she was a socialite, of course she couldn't be a lesbian. They couldn't accept that any girl that was in and out of tabloids more than rehab could actually not want to sleep around with men like most. Women were a different case, though.
Collins, as she usually went by, adjusted the dramatically oversided bow that was pinned on the side of her curls, letting her eyes scan the room. She always gave herself pride in her fashion sense, what she swore was a collaboration of Lady Gaga and Lindsay Lohan-"prehab" as she liked to call it. One of the boys in her Civics class was having a party and she'd only even showed up in hopes to score.
The short girl took a long sip of her martini as she looked around, hunting for her pray of the night. She did get girls, they just normally didn't admit it, they were "straight." It didn't hurt Collins though, she never wanted them for more than a night anyway. She was never the relationship type of girl. The girl's full red lips tugged up into a smile though, when she set her eyes on Fiona Coyne, her trademark smirk gracing her lips. Collins finished off her drink and handed the empty glass off as she made her way through the crowd until she was in front of Fiona. "Fi, love, you look stunning." Collins had never even had a real conversation with the beauty in front of her, but when people were well known, it was like they already knew each other. Her eyes sparkled deviously as she let them graze over Fiona's body, not even trying to be subtle before looking back up into Ms. Coyne's eyes again. "Seriously, damn. Abuse looks good on you, Coyne."