//Continued From: Den > Girls Just Wanna Have Fun//
"Oh DADDY dear you know you're still number one! But girls they want to have fun, oh girls just wanna have…"
Terry Cassidy was riding on a sugar high and was drunk with the giggles and excitement she brought with her from the den, dancing her way into the kitchen with a lolly as her mic and an invisible audience to witness her crooning. Oh, how she loved to sing along to a good tune, just not quite out in public. Though when she was convinced nearly everyone was in the sleepover or in their bedrooms, determined by the empty halls as she'd made her way upstairs, she felt no shame in belting out the 80's hit, inhibitions lowered by the silly, carefree atmosphere she'd left behind. And she wasn't too bad either, she thought, humming the melody in her head as one hand dramatically shoved open the kitchen door with a bang. A grand entrance for the grand little singer, red braids bouncing around her slim shoulders as one hand delicately posed on the frame.
"WHEN the working day I done, Girls-they want to have fuuuuunnnn…."
Cindy Lauper could kiss her adorable little Irish arse. Nothing could stop a hyperactive young teen from finish the song with every bit of heart poured into it. Twirling over the floor, her finger landed on the radio switch, providing her with another oldie to launch into, smoothly transferring into songs without skipping a beat. Mm…Blondie…it would work just fine.
Sugar was her best friend. No wonder Clarice was the way she was, the way the other girl handled sweets. Terry wasn't new to cavity creating, deliciously deceiving health hazards, but she'd been so good about it for so long. And now, it was a bit of a release that left a heady bubbling in her stomach, like a billion giggles waiting to pour off a tongue tinted purple by the grape flavored Dum-Dum. The new tune was more upbeat now, and she needed her hands free as she turned to humming along, lolly back in her mouth while she scaled a counter for the bag of mini marshmallows that she knew were on the top shelf. Along with the bottle of chocolate sauce one level lower, there was one of those jars of maraschino cherries, the kind you either hated or loved (she was the latter) but seemed to always have around, unopened and unused. This was a day for cherries. And for chocolate and…oh! Were those sprinkles?
"Gon' need'a shop'n cart…" Terry muttered around her candy, frowning in disbelief. But as soon as she was heading for the freezer and the delicious treasure within, a grin was back on her face, and singing commenced with the radio.
"Mariaaaaa! You've gotta see her! Go insane and out of your mind…"
The freezer opened, and cold spilled out to chill her toes, but her mission was clear now, to abscond with whatever unlabeled ice cream she could find. No name was fair game when there was a sleepover, and as long as she left something, there was no guilt in taking whatever she could carry. Moving along to her singing, the chorus hit once more, and she dumped every bit of emotion into her lollipop, eyes closed as she sang out, hitting the note right on before remember what took precedence over her singing career.
Digging through to sort for all the good flavors, her singing accompanied the radio as she worked, happily oblivious to any other mansion residents present to witness performance.