Vivian laughed at something Ben had mumbled in her ear as they waltzed around the ballroom, her pretty red dress swishing between her twig-like legs, her make up done exceptionally well.
Violet smiled at Tate as he took her hand, turning on The Ramones and hugging her to him, spinning the two around like on the teacup ride at Disneyworld. He hummed the lyrics to her gently, their legs intertwining as they tried to dance, but failed.
By the end of the song, Ben had knocked into a plant, splashing water and silt onto Vivian's new dress. She dropped his hands.
Tate, in taking a long swig of his beer while trying to keep Violet as close to him as possible, let a few drops fall onto Violet's crimson tank top. She fell farther into his arms.
"Oh, shit." Vivian exclaimed, running out of the room to tend to the stain on her favorite gown, leaving Ben to stand alone in an empty ballroom, with music still playing, gently, in the background.
"Whatever," Violet said, biting her lips seductively as she pressed her own mouth to Tate's. Damn the shirt, she wanted him, besides, it didn't cover her cuts anyways.
Vivian and Violet, two people all too alike, and yet after totally different things, living under the same roof. It was hard, really, to imagine they were each other's flesh and blood.