Female/Female

Ceilidh - or Kaylee, as she was known to her friends and anyone who had to write or type her name on a regular basis - did not consider herself a habitual drug user.  She certainly used narcotics on a frequent basis, though she was quick to remind others that none of them were any more addictive than caffeine or cigarettes, which is to say, they were not habit-forming.  Therefore, not a habitual drug user.

Her friends quickly learned that the point wasn't worth arguing.

Mallory lay half-curled in slumber, clutching the last corner of a sheet that spilled onto the floor. She sprawled with messy grace in the warmth of the night, loose shorts bunched around her thighs and a snug t-shirt pulling tight curves over her chest with every breath she took. Long blonde hair spread about her like a halo, her arms drawn tight against her body and her toes pointed like a dancer's.

"So like what?  You get off to blowing up balloons?!"  

Claire winced as she sat at the end of her bed.  Her roommate Brooke's sharp tone caused her already flushed cheeks to blush a deeper crimson.  A slender girl with light brown hair and unremarkable features, Claire had a seemingly naive cuteness to her that some found pleasing.

"It's...it's not quite like that.  It's just a dumb fantasy is all..."

“Alright birthday girl, are you ready for your surprise?” Pastry asked.

“More than I’ll ever be.” A ballerina replied. She was a ballerina-like clown woman with light blue hair that was done tightly in a bun and pulled back (otherwise her hair was big and poofy, something she was embarrassed about), freckles dotted along her face, and apparel consisting of a blue tutu with a small platter style skirt. Her body was heavily pear-shaped with large legs to further help with her ballet acts and performances. She opened her eyes to see a giant cake and a couple of cream tanks.