As much as the bitches like to shop, come sundown it's a different story. Black, skin tight mini dresses paired with 5inch heels and an orange kissed glow, they be looking fierce. They alternate hosting parties on the weekends, well whoever has the biggest party house does, not just anything will suffice. These girls kill for the best, like ravishing beasts, they'll tear you limb from limb, especially when intoxicated. On saturday nights, you'll hear a hum of their chants, "SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!" followed by a few tears, an "I'M NOT EVEN DRUNK!", then screams of happiness? Its a fucking roller coaster, drinking with White Girls, I'm sure you've all witnessed someone who's been White Girl Wasted, there's no coming back from that. It's like watching an image of beauty transform into a sweaty she wolf. After they cross the fine line, they don't give a fuck about what they look like. Once the screeches, and attempts to twerk commence they're done, cause the nearest douche bag is about to take them home.