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Post by babette lane alorik on Jun 26, 2010 23:40:12 GMT -7
 
The worst thing out there to experience on a Saturday morning was a hangover. Especially one as massive as the one Babs woke up to that morning. And she hadn't even gone out last night! Well, not in the sense that going out usually meant for her. No, this time, she had stayed with just one person. They had met up over at the other girl's place - whose parents were out of town - and took advantage of the empty house. Though, Babs couldn't quite remember all that had gone down....
It had started off with them watching a movie; Thirteen. Now, that was one kickass movie! And something she could totally relate to. Those girls got so shit-faced and fucked up so many times. It was like she was watching her life on the screen. Except that girl's parents cared a little more. Her dad seemed a bit like Babs', sort of. He at least tried to talk to her about things though, where the senior's didn't.
Babs had that chick beat in many things, that was another difference. She had gotten into all the junk at a much earlier age. Eleven. At that point, she was still a baby. Yet, Helena intoduced her into the wonderful world of women and parties. Drugs, alcohol and sex. It was the only thing she really enjoyed about her life anymore....
Well, after the movie last night, the two girls broke out more than just the munchies. They were so inspired by the movie that they took out some E, vodka and a bong. Within a short time period, they were both high, drunk and very horny. Which is what led them to be all over each other. To end up sleeping with one another, lasting well into the morning.
This would be what ruined the girls' friendship. It did with all other friends. She and Maricia had had a conversation about this before. About sexuality and if anything would ever happen between them. Maricia was so convinced nothing would. Well, she was proved very wrong.
"You know what, Mari? You are...so gorgeous. Why do you have to be straight?
D-don't giggle at that. You're weird. I'm never going to be gay. No matter how many hits of ecstasy I take or...whatever. So...yeah.
Oh don't say that, Mari. Come on. Have you tried it? Do you know for sure you don't like girls? I mean...you gotta test drive the car to know it's the one you want.
Uhn.... Babs...stop, stop! Don't do that. Oh...please. Y-you really are good at this, aren't you...?
That's what they tell me, hunny. Now shut up and let me see that pretty pussy."
"Can I get a double caffeinated venti espresso? Whipped cream instead of foam and a shot of white chocolate." Babs didn't even look up at the person who took her order. She was here so often that she had it down to a science what she wanted, how long it would take and how much it cost. Immediately, she handed over her money in exact change and went to sit at the counter to wait. From her purse she grabbed her purple lipstick and applied it. After which, she readjusted her mirrored sunglasses and waited. Today, she looked like shit. Starbucks was the only place she planned to go. Once her coffee was done, she was ready to go.
This morning had been weird; waking up next to Maricia. The little black girl looked so peaceful sleeping on her stomach with her hands under her head and completely stripped of her clothes. But it was not right. Babs hadn't know what to do, so she freaked. She grabbed all her things and just fled. In yesterday's clothes, unfortunately. And she had forgotten her purple hair piece. That was her favorite, too. But she just could not handle being there any longer. It was too fucked up. What was she going to do now? She hated it when things got awkward between her and her friends.
What if Mari wanted to date? That would be even worse. She couldn't date her one-night fuck buddy. That was just wrong! A groan escaped her lips and she rested her head on the counter, unable to imagine any good solution to her problem at hand.
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Post by evie rosalyn klein on Jun 28, 2010 5:17:37 GMT -7
--Keeps his cigarettes close to his heart --Keeps her photographs close to his heart --Keeps bitterness close to the heart It was a understatement that Evie was under the weather, in fact she was much too deep down into the hole she had dug herself in. She was partially hung over, and partially too exhausted. Words couldn’t quite explain her condition to a precise exactness, however, she wasn’t too stressed about knowing how she felt. A entire half gallon of Monarch Rum had completely dazed her cogency to the point of blacking out and falling asleep on her friend’s lawn. Apparently, she woke up at four in the morning to the sprinklers drenching her entire body to the point she was trembling uncontrollably as she stumbled back inside. Luckily, Lucy’s parents hadn’t been there to see such a ghastly scene. A muddy, soaked, trembling girl stumbling half drunk into the living room and passing out upon a solid orange couch. Two hours later her friend awoke her, in a complete frenzy of her parents coming home early. Evie in panic mode, jumped up and fetched her over sized green flannel wrapped it tightly around her and fled the scene.
She didn’t have a car quite yet, so she walked a ways. It was early, and her hazy memory could slowly recollect the memories from last night. Making out with two gorgeous girls she had never seen before in her life, and flirting with a array of fine boys. It was all fun until she had supposedly stumbled outside and blacked out. Ugh, she had really gone crazy on the rum. Though, she still had the bittersweet taste in the corners of her rosy lips. She tasted it and the chills shot right up her spine. Though, she could really feel the hangover throbbing inside her temporal all through the rest of her brain. Her brain was mush, really it was. It seriously was becoming the substance in which she congested almost every day. She really liked it though, no…not just liked, she fucking loved it.
The morning air was really getting to her, almost seemingly icy cold. She hadn’t remembered a morning like this in a long time, since early spring. However, it might have been just the damp clothing under her flannel she wore that was freezing her. The short striped skirt in which she wore was plastered against her legs, and she didn’t even wear tights this time. It would take her a good thirty minutes to walk her ass off to the other side of town to get to home. In all her ideas, she wasn’t at all digging that one. It was decided abruptly as she entered down town, she’d swing by for something to drink. She had more than a few dollars on her, she’d do just that.
She took a small detour to cut into town, she didn’t know this neighborhood extremely well. However, she lived her almost her entire life in Bellevue to know. The other side of town she lived in, it seemed to be the trashy one. Where all the trailer parks where, and the small low key housing. It wasn’t particularly a ghetto, it was just considered the raunchy side of town. Hell, she didn’t mind. At least she had a home to live in. As she ventured into the open side walks of the main street, she caught glimpses of different shops all around. Her blurry vision caused her to check out a little thrift store along the way, small…very little good steal’s there. However, fuck it, whatever worked.
Upon entering the little starbucks coffee shop, she knew that she looked despicable. Bright cherry red lipstick was most likely smeared across her face, with eyeliner streaking across her cheekbones as well. However, she didn’t have a care for what these people thought. If she looked hung over as shit, she’d let it be. “Um, yeah…just gimme a caramel frapp, two shots.” She spoke in a unripe, harsh sounding tone. It occurred to her, that she didn’t sound all too pleasant towards the lady. It was her desire to wake up a little and get rid of this menacing headache, on command. She rubbed her temples gently as she snatched her purse, applying her red lipstick and touching up her eyeliner.
She was a little slow to notice the few people in the coffee shop that day. Which had appeared to Evie just a little out of the ordinary. Usually, on gray ugly mornings like these, little Bellevue folk would rampage into such enclosed space ordering every caffeine concoction to wake them the hell up. Oh, she was glad it was almost empty. It lacked the nuisance of noise to encourage her agonizing hangover. She leaned against the counter, eyeing all that was around her. It was suddenly noticeable the girl beside her wasn’t having all too great of a day either, as she slammed her head against the nearby counter. She loosened her jaw and continued to rub her temples, having the sudden urge to break the silence and exclaim how she felt about the morning as well. “Fan-fuckin’-tastic morning, wouldn’t you say?” She didn’t smile, she lacked the urge to. She just droned her words as if she was in pain.
She yawned and turned her back to the counter, slumping as she placed her elbows on the counter and rolled her head slightly glancing over at the girl. She studied her momentarily as she brushed a few strands from her eyes. She looked away, out side, where all the rambunctious nature of the town really remained.
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Post by babette lane alorik on Jun 28, 2010 21:59:19 GMT -7
Sweaty bodies, a mix of drugs and alcohol in there air. Slowly mingling in with that was sex. The delicious smell of poontang wafting through. There was no doubt as to where this would lead. Slowly, her tongue moved up her friend's neck. She was deftly and skillfully tearing the buttons open on the other's shirt. Diving under. Diving into those supple breasts beneath. Size D and one hundred percent organic. Now, that was the best and totally hot.
Their breaths were coming harsher. And little moans intermixed between them, mostly coming from the young beauty beneath her. She unhooked the bra and immediately hooked onto the nipples underneath. Caressing with her tongue....
That was all she could remember so far. Everything was hidden in an inebriated haze. Though they must have slept together because she woke up with the smell of vagina on her fingers and wearing nothing but her knee-high socks. The longer Babs sat in the coffee shop, though, the longer these memories were going to keep plagueing her. And she didn't know if she wanted to allow that to happen.
She gritted her teeth and sat up, opening her eyes. Trying to forget the way she had violated her best friend. This was not good, no. Not at all. And, even though she won't admit it, she was freaking out inside over it.
It freaked her out when someone sat beside her. She wasn't expecting that. Especially not someone she didn't know. Usually she scared off new people.... Eyes wide under her sunglasses, she looked the girl next to her over. She knew she'd seen her around school. Hung out with some of those hardcore druggies. And boy did she look it! This chick was in worse shape than Babs was today. Her makeup was all over the place and she just looked like a major wreck. This caused the girl to snort and look up as the man tried to hand her the cup of coffee.
Gratefully, she accepted it and took a large swig. Processing what the other girl to her side had said. Fantastic morning...no. It wasn't. If there was ever such a thing. For sure, Babs was an evening person. She hated waking up in the morning, especially when they were like this. Shitty was a more aprapos adjective to use, really. She rolled her eyes and looked at the mishap next to her. "No. It's a shitty morning, and I would say you think so too by your appearance. You probably have a killer hangover just as I do. Seems we were both partying last night. 'Tis summer indeed.... [/color]" With a dark chuckle, she took another drink of her coffee and stared down at her platform boots. " It was a fucking shit of a night, too, actually,[/color]" she added absent-mindedly to the end and picked at a napkin. Tearing it to pieces like she knew she was going to do to Mari's heart. Oh sex, it just ruined things didn't it? How unfortunate, because it was so wonderful.[/center] [/size][/font] |
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Post by evie rosalyn klein on Jun 29, 2010 16:24:17 GMT -7
--Keeps his cigarettes close to his heart --Keeps her photographs close to his heart --Keeps bitterness close to the heart Evie didn’t seem to care by the sudden disapproving looks that was given to her by a man handing her a delicious warm concoction of caffeine and caramel. She matter of fact smiled at him back with her slightly smeared lipstick smile. He looked away, and she knew automatically he was judging her with his sullen eyes. Typically, people who judged like so, where the people that were extremely self-conscious of something missing within themselves. Or, they just wanted to be society’s best. It was a shame, because Evie thought society was always inaccurate.
She yawned, slumping lazily over the front counter. Her flannel sleeves were rolled over her ivory flesh, and her fingers began to fumble with the cup in front of her. Her eyes slowly outlined the hazy visual of the Starbuck’s logo. Evie couldn’t concentrate for long after she heard the girl beside her speak to her. Turning her head she acknowledged the fresh bitter sound of words that emitted from her purple lips. Ah, so she was in the same boat. With a painfully relentless headache that often happened from a rough night of partying a little too hard. Evie smirked rested a elbow on the counter, holding her head up with the palm of her hand as she narrowed her eyes. She studied her momentarily, reflecting the bare emotions that was scattered across her features.
Evie comminuted the girl’s words as if something shitty in her life went on last night. She couldn’t quite say the same. She was having a blast until morning drug on, and all hell broke loose with the sprinkler system. Curiosity rose up within Evie, even when she knew she didn’t want to nose into her business. There were a great deal of partying going on last night from Bellevue folk, she was sure that every story ranged.
“Yes you are correct, I fuckin’ partied and partied and partied last night…but in a sense it was well worth the irony and pain of this morning.” She sputtered, taking a deep drink of the melted deliciousness intertwined with caramel.
Her long slender fingers gently jumped through her tangled blonde locks, messing with them to give a ruffled kind of look. She needed to get home after this coffee, most likely take a shower and get dressed for the day. How her lungs suddenly began to beg for a cancerous cigarette. Fortunately, she was smart enough to preserve such in her purse which was inside. Not able to get damaged by the sprinklers.
She looked away briefly and looked around the room, glancing at the one sitting next to her. “Drama, I’m guessing. With partying comes drama, a great source of all bullshit. Who needs it.” She hissed slightly in a monotone, grotesque kind of sound. She suddenly frowned, maybe the girl needed a bit of hopeful words. You know, maybe she really did have one of the worst nights. In a way, she began to take pity. “Sometimes it can’t be helped.” She shrugged and took a deep drink of her coffee.
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Post by babette lane alorik on Jun 29, 2010 21:36:27 GMT -7
It was weird how this girl Evie Something and Babs never partied together. They both hung out with pretty much the same types of people. It was just that they ran in different cliques. And that caused them to not be able to get to know each other. Which was sad because it seemed that they could have actually been friends. They seemed a lot alike.
Babs picked at the lid to her cup, half listening to the other girl. While the other half was ignoring her because she was lost in her brain. Trying to think of some way to get out of the mess she knew she was in right now. She bit her lip worriedly, picking off pieces of skin everytime.
Well one way to fix this was to just cut Mari out of her life for good. But that would mean she'd lost yet another friend. Which would kind of be a crisis, considering she didn't have many girl friends left. All of them were boys, and they all wanted to get in her pants. Which she sure as well would not do! Never had she slept with a boy or a man or anything with a real dick attached. That was gross and she never could ever do it. Ew.
Another solution was just to apologize to her friend. Then just hope she would get over it and forget anything ever happened. Unfortunately, girls had very sane brains that remembered things well. This would mean that Maricia would never let this go. She would no doubt be calling her any moment to figure out where she was. And then to talk to her about what the fuck happened last night. Oh goody. She was sooo looking forward to that...not!
Third solution - date Mari. Well, this one didn't really count as an option, actually. Never, ever did Babs date the girls she fucked. That was just walking right into a mess. She'd seen the The L Word enough times to know that she was too much like Shane. And Shane always got into trouble for fucking girls, saying she'd commit to them and then breaking their hearts. To make sure she was never like that, Babs swore off dating. Especially dating girls she had slept with. That would just cause more drama in her life than she really needed. Which she really didn't....
"Yes.... Yes, drama. Lots of drama and I hate it! Went to a friend's house for fun. Her parents were gone. And you know what? We had a blast! We drank, did some junk and then, guess what? We fucked! And now I don't know what to do.... I have no idea how she'll react and that's the worst part." Sighing, she set her cup down a bit too hard. Because of this, a little spilled out the top and onto the counter. She ran a napkin over it, then asked one of the barristas for a scone. A chocolate chip one. Maybe chocolate would cheer her up. Or just make her fat....
Babs looked up at the girl beside her and shrugged. It was weird that she was letting this out to some girl she really didn't know. Yeah they went to the same school, but never had they really talked to each other. They were in different grades, so that made things different. With a soft sigh, she shrugged and smiled weirdly at Evie. "So, sounds like I beat you for shitty night of the week. And possibly worst hangover...."
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Post by evie rosalyn klein on Jun 29, 2010 23:50:28 GMT -7
--Keeps his cigarettes close to his heart --Keeps her photographs close to his heart --Keeps bitterness close to the heart With sitting in this Starbuck’s, Evie suddenly got nauseous. Not the kind of stomach nauseous from drinking…but in the head. Sometimes she did this, she’d feel so sad all of a sudden she’d just get sick. Hangover’s like these usually prompted this, and she absolutely hated it. It was her angst. It thrived all the way down deep in the pit of her stomach, and it’d suddenly disperse at any moment. To cure it…there were no cures. She just had to deal with it. However, this time around what really prompted such a powerful emotion was a flashback of last night. She somehow had forgotten about it with most of the night, but this came and crept up on her like a disease. He was a disease…a terrible fucking disease. Evie had barely dated in her lifetime. She truly was repulsed by the idea now. She had only dated two people in her lifetime. Reagan, and Elisa.
Elisa had been for only two months, and she really had liked her for awhile. Things got chaotic, and she soon discovered Elisa was a raving whining bitch. That ended that with a bang. Reagan was her first relationship, and it lasted a total of eight months. If she’d ever felt love, it was with him. It had only ended badly with him screwing one of her friends, just out of spite. She saw him last night, and he was with another. Evie didn’t know why but the jealousy within her twisted up and was almost ready to spill out from her red lips. It just made her completely sick.
Then the rage began to build up inside her. She suddenly had the greatest desire that she would of struck him last night, challenge him to a fight. He’d never hit her, but it was a wonderful idea. How badly she’d adore to make him hurt, twisted as it sounded, she loved it. Though, in all of her ideas. She knew that one really wouldn’t work.
She grumbled under her breath suddenly, and slumped even deeper against the counter. Her eyes were fixed upon her coffee. She snatched it hastily, and took three large gulps. Allowing the slightly hot liquid spill down her esophagus, wincing directly from the burning sensation. She bit her lip, then distracted herself by paying attention to Babs sensational story. Truth to be told, she was listening…but whenever irony suddenly came up; she couldn’t help but be distracted.
Her story was much more tragic than Evie’s. Some sympathetic trait that she withheld really pitied her in a sense. Evie could really tell that it really ate at Babs, just the way she sounded when she told it. In ways, she was good at reading people’s emotions. Evie sighed deeply and shook her head suddenly as Babs spilled the truth of what happened to her. Words that intermingled within her head…slowly unwound to give her some means of helpful advice.
“Fuck, what a night. Well I’ll get the obvious part out of the way. Your worried as hell to confront her. Is it because of what she might think? Mind me not prying or anything, cause I’m sure as hell not trying to. Why not just talk to her, you never know if it’ll turn out good. It takes two to tango .” Her eyebrow arched at this oppositional thought. Evie took another sip of her drink. “I sure as hell didn’t have anything go wrong, I‘d consider myself fortunate.” She tilted her head and frowned a little. Then glanced back at Babs. She began to slowly recognize the face from school. It was a wonder how they didn’t run into each other before. Small world, you know. |
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