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Post by LISA MARIE CAPALDI on Oct 7, 2010 23:33:24 GMT -5
Her voice sounded hoarse, the thick New Yorker accent clinging to the chords as she spoke to the group of guys by the keg, one of them handing her a red cup full of cold beer, "...Totally..." a smirk, devilish in its own innocence, played across her lips. She could hear the music blasting through the speakers of the dorms since the band finished performing. Her golden hair was messy and unruly in its natural waves, dark mascara and eyeliner made her blue orbs stand out against her pale skin, her lips a ghastly rose petal pink, and her outfit looked a tad bit off beat with the ultra low rise bright red sequin pants and sheer cropped tee so her cheetah bra was slightly visible and her stomach was flat and out for the world to see. She didn't dress any differently than she used to while growing up in an upper middle class family in Queens, New York City. They used to have the best apartment on the block on the top floor. She was like any other girl; she went to a private school, had a self obsessed older step sister, a plastic surgery junkie step mother, workaholic father, and herself - the one who was just too eccentric for the rest of them.
It wasn't that she was crazy or something. She had no reason to rebel other than sheer boredom. She was tired of the typical rebels she used to hang out with, the ones who would smoke in the back of the school skipping class or get in to a strip club or something despite being ridiculously underage. Life was different now. It wasn't like she wanted attention. At home, she used to just walk out. She never had a curfew, she never listened to her parents yell at her for her crappy grades or for getting suspended. She was practically a ghost to them. But now; everyone knew who she was. Everyone knew her face, her name, where she was born, her astrological sign, her favorite color, her birthstone, Tracy's lipstick kiss tattooed on her left ass cheek. They knew everything from her sexual orientation to what type of makeup she used. It was ridiculous. They probably knew her pin number to her atm card too.
She let his hand caress the soft skin of her small waist and she knew what she was doing was wrong but who cares, right? If Tracy could just go off with anyone she wanted...if Tracy could do whatever she pleased, so could she, right? But she'd only ever been with a guy once when she was fifteen and had to play Rainbow, a game about giving blow jobs back when she was a sophomore in high school. This would be different. Other than that game, she only did it with chicks. It was just what came naturally to her. She could feel the eyes burrowing into her skull but she ignored it...still, it was enough for her to push the guy away and simply wink at him, "I'll see you around, kay?" he nodded at her words as she slipped back into the crowd, never taking a sip of the beer, and instead grabbing a bottle of Jack and taking a swig of it, preferring the hard liquor over the taste of beer any day. She could feel the crowd pressing around her and for a minute or two, she felt like she would drowned in the heavy blasting rap music until she felt someone grab her arm and pull her into a corner...
"What the fuck?!" she yelled out but it wasn't like anyone could hear her with all the damn music and her voice being so hoarse to begin with from yelling into a microphone earlier.
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Post by VERITY GRACE JONES on Oct 14, 2010 23:55:15 GMT -5
 "it's fourty two."
"fourty two? that can't be right. it's way too much."
"no, it's right girly. pay up or go the fuck away."
verity sighed heavily, grabbing the money from inside her bra and handing it to the tall man in the black coat. he was really taking this whole 'drug dealer' idea to the extreme, in his black coat with the collar up, black gloves, and his face covered in shadow. verity wanted to laugh at him, but she didn't want him to get mad. he had at least a foot on her, and if he wanted to do anything to her, it's not like she could really defend herself. a kick in the crotch only did so much, after all.
he handed her a small bag and then started to walk away, pulling the bill of his ball-cap low on his forehead as he went. verity turned on the heel of her shoe and went back inside the building. once inside, the music started pulsing around her and verity smiled. she hadn't missed much. after all, she'd only slipped out to the back alley after the pink slip had finished their set. she'd only been out a few minutes really. it was most likely that no one had even noticed she was gone.
verity weaved through the crowd toward the bar. she wanted something nice and strong, something to burn her throat and make her cry. once she got to the bar, she ordered her drink, then turned around to rest her elbows on the bar and survey the crowd. sure, there were a lot of good-looking people here tonight, people she wouldn't mind dancing with or making out a little with. but she actually wasn't interesting in doing that right now.
"miss, your drink is ready," the bartender said as he slid the drink across the bar towards her.
"thanks," she said as she started to fish out the leftover money she had in her bra.
"no, this one's on the house. your band is kick ass," he said, flashing her a smile. verity just smiled back and started to walk away, drink in hand. she wanted to find somewhere quiet where she could sit down and relax. every part of her hurt like hell.
upon finding a unoccupied corner where a small couch was set up, verity sat down and began dividing up her purchase. three pills for her, three pills for lisa, three pills for tracy. verity was feeling generous, she might as well give lisa and tracy as many as she was having.
taking a large gulp of her drink, she swallowed the three pills easily. she'd had a lot of practice with this sort of thing. right after, she noticed lisa walk by. almost choking from taking another large gulp of her drink, verity grabbed lisa by the arm and pulled her down onto the couch next to her.
"chill out broski," verity said with a laugh. "i have a present."
words- 488
outfit- here.
notes- srry this is so late D:
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