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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Oct 10, 2011 20:55:10 GMT -5
 Nell didn’t know whether or not she could be considered straight-edge. She drank sometimes and knew a lot of liquors by smell, which mostly came with the job. Being a bartender meant being around alcohol a lot. As for herself? Well, she was usually the responsible one. The one to phone up in the middle of the night to get a ride home after a drunk break up or regretful fling, someone to hold your hair back while you prayed to the porcelain god.
Of course, while at a party she could have fun. She was not a wallflower by any means, but she didn’t neeed to drink in order to have a good time. Especially when surrounded by drunk people. Besides, the last time she’d gotten smashed—courtesy of her best friend, vodka—she escaped with minor injuries. She didn’t like to repeat stupid mistakes, especially not when there were people relying on her. She liked being relied on, having people depend on her. She liked helping people in general.
Which is why as she stepped through the threshold, sunglasses on so she felt like a pimp in a club, she came dry. She could already smell the pot and cheap booze, since most people liked to BYOB to avoid mix-ups and roofies. Of course, there were never any incidents worthy of a Hangover Pt. III, but it was always something to be wary of. Another reason she liked to stay sober. ”Take off your sunglasses,” one of her friends called before grabbing her in a tight hug, slurring on the last word. Nell almost fell over since the girl was quite literally using her as support. ”Sorry, can’t ditch the stunna shades,” she said, laughing a bit as she peeled the girl off of herself. It took a few moments for her friend to calm down from near-hysteric giggles to whisper close to her ear, ”Cory’s here.”
Nell pulled back and gave her a quizzical look, saying, ”You have fun with that.” She was pretty sure that just by hugging the girl the smell of bud was now seeped into her t-shirt, but she didn’t mind too much. What else was their to expect? Instead, she set her focus on finding someone else she knew as she tried to place a finger on the song playing over the stereo system she couldn’t see. In the kitchen, she found where everyone put the cartons for their six packs and boxed wine. Since she didn’t know the person who owned this house, she decided not to raid the fridge. She was almost afraid of what she might find.
Okay, she did open the fridge, but how could she help it? The girl lived for food. But she found nothing of interest inside. As a matter of fact, what caught her interest was Skylar. ”Hola, Sky!” she said excitedly. Casting a glance to the wine cooler on the counter she asked, ”Wanna do something fun?” She didn’t know whether the girl would catch on or not, but drinking wasn’t really what she had in mind. After all, she’d really come her to be an escort for a girlfriend that she had yet to find. Nell figured she’d just wait for a text. So while she waited, she thought she might as well have some fun. Perhaps it was the Water side of her family shining through. She certainly hoped not—she wanted to separate herself as much from the Sinclairs as possible.
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Post by sydneyalex on Oct 10, 2011 21:11:55 GMT -5
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Another night, another party. It seems like every night there's something else going on in Maple Hollow. This town really knows how to party. Wearing her cheetah skirt and high heels, she strides through the party saying hi and waving at people she knows. She usually doesn't come to these things, but when she does, she knows a lot of people.
Alcohol wasn't something that Sky took favor too. Her party choice was weed. Good old green grass from the earth. Maybe its the fact that she is connected to the earth, and that's just what is in her genetics, or maybe its the fact that it lets her live rather then just get fucked up. Either way, that was what she did, and she always had a lot of it. Before Sky entered the house, where loud music, and tons of people were coming in in out of, she pulled out her purple and blue swirled pipe, loaded a bowl, and took a few hits. When that feeling came across her, that she knows and loves, she walked inside.
Looking around at the drunken midst of people, Sky proceeds into the living room were the keg was sitting at. Fuck it she mumbles under her breath. She grabs a red cup from the table next to it, and fills herself up a glass. She takes a seat on the leather couch and watches as people pass by and talk there random drunk talk. She finds it funny how people can like alcohol so much. It makes you so stupid, and you feel like crap the next day, so whats the point? Remembering back to her times where she had one too many drinks, she cant fathom what would make this attractive to anyone. Throwing up, hangovers, scraps, bumps, bruises, and regrets. Yup, nothing to great about that. Weed on the other hand to her opens her mind. It lets her see what is real and what isn't, it lets her do everyday things with ease, and happiness, it lets her have fun at party's and be just as giggly, but without the consequences.
Sky sipped on her drink as she got up and walked to the kitchen. Maybe there was something better to drink then this nasty beer in there. When she walked in the kitchen she say Nell bent over the fridge, probably looking for food. She giggled to herself. Nell was always near a refrigerator or somewhere with food when she saw her. She stood there and waited for her to look up and notice she was there. hola, sky ! Nell said as she turned and saw her standing there. wanna do something fun? She asked. Skylar chuckled a little and agreed. Of course ! fun is my middle name She said with a corny tone in her voice. What exactly did you have in mind ? Getting crazy with a wine cooler? She said giggling. Skylar was very sarcastic with the things she said, but never meant any harm. Most of the time people knew she meant well, but it did get her in trouble sometimes.
Sky walked over to where there was bottles of Jack, Captain Morgan, and plenty of other stomach churning drinks. She looked over at Nell with a smile. You wanna do something REALLY fun ? She said holding two shot glasses in her hand. Skylar never drank, and after her talk to herself, she didn't really know why she was giving Nell this idea. Oh well she thought. She mine as well do something fun one night at least, and she had plenty of weed to go around, so cross faded here she comes.
She poured two large shot glasses full of Captain Morgan spiced rum, and slid one over to where Nell was standing by the counter. She winked over at her, and took her shot and pushed it down her throat, trying not to make it seem like it was difficult for her. Maybe tonight's party might be fun for her once. She never really got too drunk at party's and was ready to let loose for one night.
Sorry i had a brain fart on this thread so it isnt that great ! D: Words: 701
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Post by NELL DOE DALE on Oct 12, 2011 13:38:12 GMT -5
Nell giggled when Sky spoke. ”That’s funny, because mine is Party Hard. Go figure.” Oh dear, maybe she’d gotten a contact high from her friend before. Probably not. The girl was generally silly, all the time. It was just her personality. Especially now, when she was deserately trying at escapism. Between acrid conversations with Jane and her father, talking about the trial (and keeping the fact that Josh was coming from her father), while trying not to succub to all the stress of even normal life, she barely had time to have fun. But she tried her best to find time for her friends and fun and ignoring her problems while she still could. She had less than four months before the trial—she needed to milk it for all it was worth.
She grinned as she took the box over to the sink and drained the rest of the wine. Taking the pitcher of the fridge she’d found when she first opened it, she sniffed it to figure out what was in it. ”Kool-Aid,” she said with a grin as she detached the bagi n the box and carefully filled it up with the Kool-Aid. Nell placed the box where she’d first found it and said in a commercial-scripted motherly voice, ”Keeps the kids hydrated and me happy.” She tilted her head and pursed her lips. ”Hmm, seemed more fun in theory.” Along with general silliness, she also found certain odd things funny. She knew that her friends could find even the most uninteresting things entertaining when stoned—balloons especially. ”Since your middle name is Fun and all, do you happen to know any fun things to do.” She couldn’t help but laugh as she said this again, certainly in a good mood.
Apparently, Sky did as she filled the shot glasses with spiced rum. Nell leaned back and swiveled her head with a groan. “Sorry homes, I’m the designated tonight,” she said, patting the back pocket where her keys were. Picking up the glass, she said, ”But I wouldn’t want you to drink alone,” she said, swirling the liquid around. ”Just one.” If worse came to worse, she could just sleep over or find another person to drive her and her girlfriend home. Luckily, she held her liquor well enough. One shot? Eh, she’d see just how bad it left her off. She slung it back and laughed a little when she finished it off. Okay, if she didn’t want to get completely buzzed maybe she should have sipped at it. But that’s not how you do shots. ”I got a little captain in me,” she said, lifting up her leg. At least she still had her equilibrium. So one shot wouldn’t completely get to her. Surprising, considering how small she was—alcohol should be her worse enemy.
Definitely quitting there, though. It was not a good idea to get hammered, because she remembered the last few times she had and the one time she’d jumped off a roof thanks to the encouragement of her friends. Looking around a bit, Nell asked conspiratorily, ”What other fun things can we do?”
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