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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Oct 16, 2011 21:10:20 GMT -5
 Altair had a pretty decent alcohol tolerence level. It developed over time, over the span of hundreds of parties and getting hammered at bars. It wasn’t planned, it was just the result of her destructive lifestyle. She always had to wonder, how much had changed? How much different had she become? Clearly, not much, because here she was at some random guy’s house, drinking straight from a bottle of tequila. Tonight, she wanted to get drunk. The reason? Well, she didn’t truly have a reason. She just liked the feeling of letting go and not worrying anymore. The Vicodin used to do that for her. But she didn’t have that anymore. And since she had that high tolerence level, well, she needed a lot to have an effect. Like half a bottle.
Usually things that wouldn’t have appealed to her sober became much more intriguing drunk. Such as the joint being passed around in a circle, the brunette next to her holding it out for her to take. She sucked in with a goofy grin on her face, until the guy on the other side giggled and said, ”C’mon, puff puff pass!” She let out her usual barking laugh that didn’t change with inebriation, and handed it over to the guy, taking another swig of tequila and wincing as it went down. It wasn’t wrong to be doing this, right? She wasn’t hurting herself or Rowena by having a fun night? Well…it wasn’t too fun. There weren’t many interesting people around, and as any party thrown by a teenager, the games were lame. And she knew she’d have to make her own fun, like she usually did. If she was in a better state of mind, she’d have remembered the time playing chicken with Brett. But in her drunken haze, she couldn’t remember much at all.
She stood from the couch, getting her balance on her heels, and walked over to the other table in the living room, a strobe light underneath to create that perfect Halloween effect. A guy with a beer in his hand was standing next to it, and she placed her pink-painted nails on his shoulder. ”Fancy helping me up?” she said with a mischevious smile. Her words were surprisingly not slurred, and her blue gaze seemed lucid enough, save for the lights glimmering in them. She took his hand and climbed ontop of the wooden table. It was one of her favorite places to be when drunk. She felt empowered, she felt on top of it all. Altair drew attention, of course, and she very much liked that, too. ”You fuckers are bloody boring,” she proclaimed before sipping from her bottle of tequila. There were drunken denials from the crowd of teenagers, and she grinned. ”Really? I think I need to do something about this.”
Setting down the bottle on the table, she stripped off her shirt, gaining cat calls. She twirled it around her head before throwing it at a random person, and said, ”I’m the fucking queen of the world!” Yes, she was beyond her usual threshold of drunkeness and in a surprisingly good mood. Thank god for tequila. She grabbed her bra-clad breasts before starting to undo her jeans. The Fire girl was pro at this, so the movements were still natural and fluid even in her intoxication. It was only a matter of time before she fell over on the tequila bottle or something. Too bad the calls from the crowd now around the table and the red plastic cups were encouraging her in her behavior.
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Post by DAYONE LEO TYLER on Oct 16, 2011 21:36:51 GMT -5
Parties... It wasn't Leo's usual spot to hang out at. No his only spot to hang out at was at his library, in his cozy chair, reading his friends, his books. Parties, well they were too loud, they smelled like beer, piss, sweat, and sometimes sex. Not the most charming place to be at. He avoided some people, who tried to make him smoke a blunt. How the hell did he come here? Well some random person was advertising this party at the school. He didn't know what made him come, well, Nell told him, Just do it, and that's what he was doing here. He just did it, just went with it. Went with the idea to go to a party. He'd already gotten drunk, he didn't want to do that again, his head hurt in the morning and it was rather annoying. He didn't want to smoke because that was just stupid in his mind. So he wandered around, observing the people, doing what he did best, not get noticed.
He stood around in the kitchen, watching people pass by to get more beer, or to just talk away from the noise in the living room, though this was not much better. Really Leo wished he had a book, at least then he wouldn't have been so bored. But he didn't it would have made him stand out and then attract more attention. So instead he stood in the corner an empty red plastic cup. He held it so it would help him blend it, not have people ask why he wasn't drinking, though he thought mostly everyone there was drunk and wouldn't notice. He leaned back against the wall, his fingers tapping the wall in time with the music. The rather loud obnoxious music. Some of the lyrics were lost to the noise of the party and he couldn't quite catch them.
Leo looked up towards the kitchen table, hearing a familiar voice. And there she was, the succubus in the flesh. He groaned inwardly, she was drunk. And usually drunk people did stupid things, like in that one movie he heard of, what was it? He gave a mental shrug, the movie would come back to him. But right now he was focused one what she was doing. He gave another groan, as she lifted off her shirt, and threw it too the crowd. He had already moved in close enough to catch it, but not close enough to try and get her to stop. Why was he doing this, trying to get her to stop, it wasn't like she would care. Though he felt, later on, she'd get mad because she wasn't paid to do it. Just a thought of his.
So he moved closer through the crowd, but it was soon to thick to move around in. When he got stuck, her jeans where already half way off her legs. He had to do something fast if he didn't want her to strip, so he did what he read in a book. "EVERYONE! THE COPS ARE COMING RUN! GET THE FUCK OUT!" Cursing really didn't suit Leo, but if he wanted to sell it off well he had to do that. And so the crowd between him and Altair dispersed and he quickly made it closer to the table. But some people knocked the table, it tilted for a brief second, then started falling. Leo moved quickly and since he was already close enough it was an easy task to position himself so that he could catch the girl with her pants down.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Oct 17, 2011 15:19:20 GMT -5
Altair could consider herself an attention whore. Not right now, though. Right now, she was the queen of the world. But that's what she was in a nice little nutshell. She enjoyed the feeling of all eyes on her. Perhaps that's why she was so drawn to the life of a model, and now of a stripper. She knew what she got, and she liked to show it off. White skin, white hair, and big blue eyes made up Altair Bennett, a girl not easily described in a few select words. Violent, maybe, overconfident. Judgmental, reckless, angry. Did anything about her go deeper than the skin, though? She didn't know, because she didn't think about that much. She focused on her outward beauty, the superficiality. Her figure, her movements--they were the best things she had going for her. Of course a girl would like to emphasize that as much as possible.
Her lips twitched into a frown when she heard someone yelling that the cops where there. It didn’t occur to her that maybe she should get the fuck out, or that it was Leo who had proclaimed the presence of the popo. No, she simply rolled her head and groaned as people began to freak out. She was no longer the center of attention. A shame. ”Fucking buzzkill,” she said.Altair truly was not in the right state of mind, for anything, realy. Before she could get her bearings as people fled, the table tumbled over from bodies bumping into it. ”Fucking hell—“ she started before she was in the arms of someone it took a few seconds to recognize. Before shifting herself int oa decent position and pulling up her jeans, she poked him in the chest with her manicured nail and accused, ”Leo, no Earth pussies allowed.” Her voice had its usual rough quality, but right now it wasn’t like she could be taken too seriously. But it wasn’t like her anger disappeared with intoxication—she was still very much a bitch.
Standing up and pulling on her pants, she narrowed her eyes when she saw that Leo had her shirt. She took it from him, and shoved it back on, afterward turning her eyes toward the window. ”You’re a goddamn liar, kid,” she said, giving him a withering look. There were clearly no police around as far as she could see, even though right now she didn’t have the most trustworthy perception. She was still pretty sure that the fuzz wasn’t a problem. ”What’s your problem anyway?” she asked, meaning the reason that he decided to chase everyone away from the party. Turning around to view the fallen table, she saw the tequila bottle on the floor and took it up, grimacing a bit. ”Bloody tequila’s all sloshed up,” she said heatedly. Her words weren’t slurring, even though it sounded that way thanks to her accent. Brits liked blending their words together on a usual basis, though, so it was nothing too surprising.
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Post by DAYONE LEO TYLER on Oct 17, 2011 17:34:39 GMT -5
What was she doing? She was being the succubus that's what. He was sure every single male eye ( and a few female viewers too) where watching the girl strip. She was good at it, but what else could you expect, she was an actual stripper, who did it for money. She was a beautiful girl though, Leo would admit to that. Pale skin and white hair, crystal blue eyes. The girl was amazing. Her beauty was something to be envied, even by Helen, the girl who launched a thousand ships. And yet her personality is what caused her to flunk in some peoples books. She was a demon, Lilith in disguise, or any other demon or monster that lured men to their deaths. If she could sing she would go from succubus to siren.
Well his plan worked a little too well. People panicked and scrambled, some people had knocked over the table causing him to catch Altair. When he did, well the thought that ran through his head was, She's warm His hands where on the middle of her back, below her bra strap and above her panties. She jabbed a finger at him, and called him a pussy. He gave her a half hearted grin, "I couldn't resist, coming to a place like this," he said with a shrug, no reason to lie. He wanted to experience a party, something else he had thought of. And listening to Nell's advice gave him a reason to do something other than sit around and read in a library. He helped the girl steady herself, and waited as she pulled on her jeans.
Leo gave her another half grin when she called him a liar. "One of the many things I am Altair." He said as he picked up a pair of glasses someone had dropped. They were pretty cool glasses. Well at least he thought they were cool. They were aviator glasses, tinted green and rather large. He put them on, they covered most of his face, and the world was smudged and green from his view. "How do I look?" He asked turning to Altair. Then he walked towards her as she went and headed towards the tequila bottle. "I thought you'd get mad that you gave a show and nobody paid for it." He said leaning against the counter. Mostly everyone was gone now, the only ones that stayed where the ones who were out cold or the ones too high to care. He gave them a roll of the eyes. "We'll find you another," He said walking towards her.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Oct 18, 2011 16:19:48 GMT -5
Altair rolled her eyes at Leo. ”Didn’t ask why you were here,” she muttered, sounding rather exasperated. Honestly, she couldn’t care less about what brought the kid to this party. She didn’t care about anyone, she thought she’d made that very apparent in everything she did. She was just a generally uncaring person. No, that was not completely true. She cared about herself, of course, and she cared about her sister. She also cared about her money and her materail possessions. Other people just didn’t factor into that though. Even little things like how Leo’s day was doing didn’t matter to her. They weren’t even friends, at least on her side, so she wouldn’t ask that. She may be good at keeping up conversations when her temper didn’t get in the way, but she just didn’t give a fuck about other people and their lives.
She felt another urge to roll her eyes, but managed to resist. So alcohol at least hadn’t completely taken over her self-control and made her go on autopilot. She watched as the kid picked up the sunglasses and snorted when he asked for her opinion. ”Like a douchebag,” she drawled, blinking plainly at him. Only douchebags wore sunglasses inside after all, unless you were at a club. And that still made you a douchebag. Running her fingers through her hair, she snorted again when he stepped forward and told her just what his problem had been. ”Thank you for your concern,” she said, her voice filled to the brim with sarcasm. ”I don’t do it for the money. I do it because I fucking want to.” But she stopped there. She didn’t need to explain herself to him. He was right, though, in a way. She sold the skin, it was her trade. One wouldn’t give away a product they were selling for free, after all. In her state, however, that didn’t even matter.
Altair’s eyes narrowed as he spoke. ”All right,” she said coolly. ”Go out and buy me another bottle, you little tosser. How old do you think you can pass for? Twelve?” She shook her head and opened the bottle before taking a swig and scrunching her lips together. Shaken tequila was not the best, but it was better than nothing. She didn’t think she needed a new bottle, and so she was just being a bitch to Leo just because. ”So, you ruined my fun. Now what are you going to do about it?” she said, her temper rising with her words. Her fuse may have been longer when she was drunk, but she got mad at the stupidest things.
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Post by DAYONE LEO TYLER on Oct 18, 2011 21:32:51 GMT -5
Leo shrugged, he wasn't really paying attention to what she was saying. He was wandering around in the kitchen picking up things that looked interesting then placing them back down on a table or the counter. He found a wallet, but it's contents where already ransacked, and thus was just an empty leather wallet. He shrugged and tossed it to the side. "They left a lot of stuff." He said nudging a red cup out of the way. He picked up a half filled beer can, it's contents spilled on the carpet. He sighed and placed it back down on the ground. The place still reeked of what it had earlier. It was just less intense. He tossed an empty can into the sink, picking his way through. He was bored, he felt like going home, but he didn't want to leave Altair drunk like this. Though it was more than possible that nothing bad would happen to her.
Leo gave her a grin and took off the glasses. "Eh I think I'll keep them," he mumbled putting them in his sweater pocket. He zipped up his hoodie a bit, the open doors sending in a bit of a breeze. Unlike Altair he didn't have any alcohol to keep his blood warm and his cheeks rosy, plus she was fire and was naturally always warm. Leo cracked his knuckles, tasting that rather large dose of sarcasm, "Your welcome," he said with a roll of his eyes, and a bit of sarcasm in it. This was actually the most he'd spoken to someone like that. On his own, without having to just talk and answer. It was surprising seeing as this was the evil fire succubus who would bite your head off as well as strip for money. Leo leaned back against the counter, his eyes on Altair, "Then if you want to keep going, be my guest you have my attention. Or we could get you back home, and if you still want to you can do it there." That sentence even surprised him, it was a rather large sentence to come out of Leo's mouth to someone who wasn't his aunt. Why was he less shy around this girl than anyone else?
Leo stood up and walked towards her. "Hey I can get you another, don't worry." A bluff, he had no idea how to get a bottle for her, it was just a bluff, why was he bluffing? Well Leo had no idea really. Maybe it was to impress her, he wasn't the coward she might have thought he was. Though first impressions are really important even though his aunt said otherwise. They really were important and would stay there for months until you really got to know the person. He stood in front of her, the two where the same height but Leo had more muscle than her. "Why don't we have fun somewhere else?" He said with a shrug, he didn't look her in the eyes, but towards the door, wondering if there really where cops coming. He thought he had heard sirens.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Oct 19, 2011 16:27:48 GMT -5
Altair was still irritable even when she had alcohol sloshing around in her stomach. It was a part of her nature that just didn’t disappear. In actuality, it could go either way. People like Brett and Andy were those who managed to stay on her good side—even though it was hard to tell with her—sober or drunk. Leo could shape up to be one of those people if he could endure her terrible attitude. ”Brilliant observation, Sherlock, anything else obvious you’d like to share?” Usually she may not have even said a comment like that, but this was drunk Altair. Drunk Altair was a strange Altair.
However, she didn’t humor him with a response to his next comment. Why should she bother? She didn’t care what this guy did with himself. Maybe if she was friendlier with him on a daily basis she might be joking around with him, but since she usually mostly tolerated his existence, things shifted when she was inebriated. His sarcasm might have drawn a sharper and more intense reaction had she not been shitfaced, but all he got was a few blinks. Did he think he was cute? Without responding to that, either, she rolled her eyes at his rather bold statement, something she hadn’t expected from the shy boy. ”You chased away my crowd, dumbass.” Her blue eyes scanned the area and she lifted her hands up as if to demonstrate how obvious it was. ”Besides, I don’t think you could be a good enough audience for me, Earthie.” That was another thing that kept her from actually liking him—she was steadily falling into the ways of the Fire students. She may not have liked people in general—sociopathic or misanthropic, she could never decide—but she did like her element and she figured that since she was living with them, why the fuck not go along with it. It was her element after all, and so Leo was her natural-born enemy. That’s just the way it was.
He dismissed her words, and she didn’t know how she felt toward him right now—a mixture of exasperation and irritation, maybe. ”It’s called sarcasm, clearly you haven’t mastered the art yet.” She didn’t want him to buy another fuck damn bottle for her, she didn’t expect him too. Besides, it wasn’t like she needed to get by on anyone else’s help. No thank you. She blinked at him, her expression deadpan when he stood before her. The bottle dangling from her fingers, she didn’t know whether she wanted to drink it or crack it over his head just to see what would happen. ”Fun?” The Fire girl snorted incredulously. ”What’s your idea of fun?” Honestly, she thought he was droll. And she woud have said it out loud if she could remember what it meant, but instead she opted for, ”You’re boring.”
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Post by DAYONE LEO TYLER on Oct 19, 2011 17:40:08 GMT -5
Leo gave her a shrug at her comment, "The pot heads are high and staring at nothing, the others are all drunk and unconscious, and we're the only two left standing?" He said knowing her sarcasm well enough. "Anything else you want to know Watson?" He asked with a blank look. He wasn't being a smart ass, okay maybe only a little bit, he was only answering the question. And he felt like he wanted to share that information. He didn't mind her bad attitude either. It gave him something interesting to ponder on. Why she had one, and if maybe, just maybe, he could see the good side of the mostly ninety percent bad attitude. He guessed it was probably worse than ninety percent, but he gave her some leeway on that.
Leo gave a shrug of the shoulders, "Why not? I'm not as good as those fat guys back at the strip club? Or those fifteen year olds who were surrounding you?" He asked genuinely curious as to why he wasn't good enough. Why was some stupid pimple faced fifteen year old better than him. He was just as good as them, maybe even better. At least he wasn't forty five overweight, single, and hanging out at a strip club to watch a seventeen year old dance for him. No Leo wasn't, he was a sixteen year old kid, one year older physically than those pimply faced kids, but mentally he was so much older.
Leo listened to her. "Maybe you could teach me oh great master of sarcasm." Of course he said that with his own bit of sarcasm in it. He stood before her, not breaking his stare. His deep, knowledgeable, brown eyes staring into her sharp blues. He gave her a half grin, "I know I'm boring, I'm only an Earth pussy after all," he said stating the words she had called him. "But my idea of fun is boring, I want to know yours." where was this bravado was coming from? He had no clue, but something brought it out when he was around Altair. Maybe he was breathing in some of the pot head's second hand smoke, or just the fumes from all the alcohol made him somewhat drunk. But either way this bravado was interesting.
Leo kept that stare until he actually could clearly hear the sirens come from the road. The red and blue flashing lights shone through the open windows. The music was still blasting, and the lights where still on. Someone must have complained about it. Plus there was a crowd of teens roaming the streets no doubt causing trouble. Leo looked back at the girl, then started to walk towards the back door. "Care to join me or them," he said gesturing towards the cops. He opened the door and his eyes scanned the backyard, they could easily get over the fence and away in time. Unless something unpredictable happened.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Oct 19, 2011 20:27:45 GMT -5
She gave Leo a withering look to his response. ”Hey, ever wonder what a bottle to the skull feels like?” Altair asked, as if with completely innocent intentions. Not she really felt like harming him. She didn’t mind snark if she liked you, and if you did it well. She didn’t like Leo, so it didn’t grant her the same amusement as those she appreciated the humor from. ”Because I can be the last man standing, I don’t give a bloody fuck about you.” Altair waved her hands a bit as if to emphasize her point. Violent threats from her were to always be taken seriously.
His other comment pissed her off more, and she lifted her eyebrow. Who the fuck did he even think he was? She took him to the club once, and suddenly he knew all about her lifestyle? Bullshit. ”No, you’re not any better than them,” she replied testily. That’s how much I care about you, arsehole. ”It isn’t about the looks. It’s about the power of commanding a crowd of people. A crowd. Not you jerking off your tiny prick.” One may think she was raised around men with the way she spoke, but it was just a part of her personality. And she meant every word. Leo just didn’t get it, and she was surprised by his snarky little attitude. She knew him as the loner shy guy with no friends, not a prissy little fuck. She didn’t know which she preferred, and decided on neither. ”You don’t know anything about the world, kid.” That was true. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been acting the way he was now.
She pulled him in close by the collar of his shirt, and smiled at him, the expression not veiling her malicious intentions. ”I can teach you a thing or two,” she said dangerously. Altair pushed him away, and when he spoke his next words, she spread her arms out wide. ”My idea of fun? Kicking your ass!” She leaned forward, and her voice was louder than usual, if possible. ”Come at me. You like to talk tough, but can you do shit about it? Step up to my level.”One may not be able to take her as seriously drunk, but she was still violent no matter what. She was serious about fighting him. Her temper wasn’t something that disappeared with the drink, and Leo had managed to set it off beneath the haze.
Altair was distracted by the sounds of sirens and the lights, things she was accustomed to. When Leo walked away and gave her the option, she said, ”Bitch, I don’t need you to tell me what to do. I can go wherever the fuck I want.” She crossed her arms and stood in her place stubbornly, as if to show that she was going nowhere. Under her breath, she mumbled under her breath, ”Show this bloody asshole who he think he is, if I want to get arrested by the police, I will do what I damn well please. Fuck all these motherfuckers.”
[omg altair needs to calm her tits. ._.]
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Post by DAYONE LEO TYLER on Oct 20, 2011 17:38:09 GMT -5
Leo looked at her knowingly. He discovered another part about her, she liked power. The power to control people was a great power, but only some can use it properly. He didn't think she could use it right. Leo nearly laughed at her next comment about him and his prick. He finally understood what the word meant. He was wondering what it was, he knew it was derogatory but the meaning wasn't something that he could clearly grasp. Then with the next sentence he was able to respond. "Why do you think I'm with you?" Leo said with a gaze of slight amusement. It was true, he was here to learn, and who to learn from other than the one who had shit piled on their plate already. He knew Altair lived in a crappy apartment, worked as a stripper and part time prostitute. He knew that she had just lost a sister. She was, right now, the best teacher.
Shit he had crossed a line, somewhere in that hazed up shit faced brain of hers he crossed a line. He was pushed back, and he stood there, tall as he could. He wouldn't fight her, he'd let her punch the lights out of him. But he'd take it, he'd taken beatings before, this was not new to him. He didn't respond to her, he only looked on, quiet, assessing the situation. He won't throw the punch, he was a person who didn't like violence. No he preferred any other route, that didn't end up in violence. He didn't say anything, he turned and walked outside as the sirens went off, giving her his offer.
Leo gave a sigh. The girl wasn't following him. And whether out of sheer stupidity or just being a stubborn ass she stood there, arms crossed like a little girl who hadn't gotten her way. You know what, fine, if she wants to get caught and arrested so be it. He could live with it. His hand found the top of the fence, and it wasn't like one of those old picket fences either so it was good to climb. The top part was flat and square, but a little narrow, he could sit on it but it would be uncomfortable. He turned and still saw the girl standing there, like a spoiled princess. Fine whatever, it's her fault for getting caught, not his. He lifted himself over, legs dangling over the side of the fence. The stupid girl's gonna get arrested, then bad shit is going to happen to her. Fine so be it, she deserves it. Leo hopped over the fence.
Back into the backyard anyway. He stood there still for a moment. "I'm sorry all right? For being a prick," he called out to her, the cops were at the neighbors, confirming the call. He called out again, "I'm sorry for scaring away your crowd too." Leo called out sitting on the fence. "But C'mon, I'm sure your place is better than a night in jail." he suggested, not trying to command her to come with him. He knew how she took commands. "If you want to anyway." He said giving the sentence the disguise of a choice. Even though she deserved it, he was still Earth, he wasn't going to throw someone to the wolves when he could still hold on to them. No he'll try his best to talk her into coming with him. The cops were walking up the steps by now.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Oct 20, 2011 20:56:57 GMT -5
It was incredible, how lucid Altair’s anger could be. It was something that spurred her on, even in her drunken state It was a definining trait of hers, something that Leo was now experiencing, whether he wanted to or not. He acted oh so cool in the face of her rage, and she wanted to show him just how bad she could get It was very tempted to clock him right across the jaw, prove to him that she wasn’t some pussy bitch who didn’t back up her words. But she just gave him a shove, not trusting herself too much right now for her to do the damage she wanted. But if Leo wisened up, he’d realize that she wasn’t one to fuck with, especially when she was like this. Even with alcohol in her blood, she was a fierce fighter. An unsteady one at this point, but still a scapper.
But she was determined to prove her point in staying at the house, showing that she wasn’t about to follow him wherever he was going. After all, she was a leader. She didn’t take orders from people, especially not pussy Earth bitches who managed to get her this pissed even when she was enjoying her bottle of tequila that she had now tossed to the ground, barely noticing the thud the half-full glass made. Of course, the sensical thing would have been to run the fuck away, but she had too much pride for that. She wasn’t about to be strung along by that little jackass climbing over the fence, thinking he owned the fucking place.
His apology only made her want to march over and burn every inch of his body. ”I don’t give a flying fuck about your apologies,” she seethed. Altair wasn’t about to skip over and hug him and tell him that everything was all right now that he apologized for being an asshole. No, he pissed her off, why should she be accepting of that when she wanted to beat his skull into the goddamn ground? ”Jail sounds bloody nice, better than going anywhere with you.” Her voice was loud, just to prove how much she did not want to follow him, even if it meant her possible incarceration. As a matter of fact…
Altair marched outside to where the police were looking around, flashlights in their hands. Approaching one, she held out her wrists and said, ”I’m seventeen, and I purchased booze illegally. I also might have set a trashcan on fire. Cuff me, boys.” The police msut have thought she was completely hammered, and he would be right. And so, he took out his handcuffs and she willingly went into the back of the cruiser. At least I won’t be with that jackass. However, it meant a call to Rowena, and having to admit that she’d gotten herself into trouble when she was supposed to be on her best behavior. Old habits die hard.
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