The teen rolled her eyes walking passed her mom and up towards her room "But... I already gotten you the dress." her mom shout "Yell it! I hate pink, i hate ruffles, and I hate dresses!" she slammed her door, groaning in anger and fell backwards on her bed. Making a thud sound she rubbed her eyes. Why didn't her mom understand that Hope just didn't like those types of things and it wasn't because she was raised to be a hunter? She just didn't see the point on trying to impress a guy in any possible way. Not that Hope had anyone to impress let alone get a crush on. Turning over on her stomach she leaned over her bed pulling out her box. She opened it up and inside was a much of ID cards with different names. Picking one out that said 'Lynn Renee Smith' she rushed over to her mirror. Hope put on makeup to make her look a little older. Hope rubbed her red lips together "Prefect." she grinned. Now it was to her closet to pick out an outfit. Hope pulled out the black cock-tale dress her mom bought her last time they had to go undercover. "I hate wearing this but I could use a drink." she thought out loud.
Everything looked alright; she had the make up on, the sexy dress on, her ID. Hope just grab a pear of sexy black heels and sneaked out of the house. Making her way to the Blue Moon Pub, slipping her shoes on. She walked inside, the music blasting to Radioactive by the Imagine Dragons. Hope found a place at the bar taking a seat there and ordered herself a shot of jack to start her night off with. The lady asked for her ID as Hope pulled it out, showing it to the lady "Thanks." she said, taking off to get the girl her drink. Hope tapped her fingers against the table as her eyes scanned the bar. Sometimes growing up in a family of hunters with fakes ID's and tones of credit cards has its lovely moments.