Post by Elyse Morgan Boening on Dec 21, 2006 17:46:26 GMT -5
Oh baby, there were those totally gorgeous, yet kind of dirtbag-ish stoner boys that every New York City gal crooned over, whether openly or in a deep dark closet. Elyse was definitely openly admiring.
She sat on a park bench across from the field where these stoners lay, smoking pot, completely stoned out of their minds. Some were shirtless, and Elyse totally didn't mind. Their skin glowed in the unusually warm winter sun.
As cause of this uncharacteristicly warm weather, Elyse adorned a short Chip & Pepper jeans micromini, revealing a lot of leg. On her feet was a pair of Ed Hardy lace-less sneakers with the signature Ed Hardy designs. Her torso was covered with a white Ralph Lauren polo, collar popped. Her hair, worn down and straight as usual, had the front bit of her bangs pulled back. Shielding her blue eyes from the sun was a pair of oversized, yet totally stylin', black Dior sunglasses. Tres chic, mademoiselle.
She smiled to herself as she watched the boys laying lazily on the grass, wondering whether or not she should go over and talk to one of them.
