helen majesty But every song's like gold teeth, grey goose, trippin' in the bathroom Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin' the hotel room, We don't care, we're driving cadillacs in our dreams. But everybody's like cristal, maybach, diamonds on your time piece. Jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash. We don't care, we aren't caught up in your love affair. And we'll never be royals.. It don't run in our blood, that kind of lux just ain't for us. We crave a different kind of buzz. Let me be your ruler, you can call me queen Bee And baby I'll rule I'll rule I'll rule I'll rule. Let me live that fantasy. | ☼☼☼ Helen shivered as she walked in. The cold air poked needles in her bare skin. She was wearing shorts and a tank top, which probably wasn't the best outfit to wear to an ice rink, but meh. Perfect time to say Alana's motto- "Fashion hurts, but it always pays off!" This was true, as a few guys were watching her walk in. Helen sighed. The seventeen year old daughter of Apollo went over to the rental guy and gave him a smile. "Size seven, please!" The guy was about forty years old- Helen immediately regretted flirting with him. It would be really gross to have him following her around the ice. Luckily he just gave her a strange look and literally threw the skates at her. Helen harrumphed and walked away. She sat down at a bench alone and began to lace up her skates. |
ooc- sorry for bad post- also what kind of relationship should they have?