[Brett]Addiction

[natt]

It was about 2am. Friday night... well, Saturday, actually. The brunette had spent most of her day sitting in dull classrooms and not to mention the auction she had to attend for her dad. Four hours. Four hours of sitting there, bidding on some junk only so she'd stir up the others and just maybe would happen to spend thousands on some piece of art she herself found boring. Well, of course she had to go, Her mother was too busy lounging at the pool and her father couldn't be in two places at once. 'Natalya, it's right at that little town your next to. You should go.' Honestly, at times she wished she could just say no and that was it. Sadly, in her case it wasn't that easy. She actually had to go to those boring events unless she wouldn't get away with anything else. So far, she was fine with her father. That meant everything was going good. Yep, she'd be able to live as she did until- well, until she somehow angers the man or worse - he cuts her off. Indeed, that guy might just do it.

However, that small chance of risk did not mean, Natalya was forbidden of having any fun. Or at least trying to... At that moment, she didn't really know what she'd call the situation. She had gotten in. Really, the guy standing at the door didn't even want to see her ID. Talk about authority. Well, perhaps luck. Then again, she would've gotten in one way or the other.

Back on point - it had been fun for the first hour or so. She found a few people she knew, the music wasn't to bad. Yet, still, it had become a little dull. So, there was just one thing to do. A meter of apple pies for her and one for a friend she met. The goal was simple, finish the row first. Guess, who won?

Well, the girl didn't get smashed, yet the vodka did warm her up. And that lasted for another hour, filled with dancing, laughing and doing series of spontaneous things. Yet, it got a little dull again after an hour. There, for a moment, Natt was starting to doubt her mad skills.

Making her way through the mass of people, she finally reached the back door. Pushing it open, the girl went out, feeling the cold air on her bare skin and now gazing at a poorly lit ally. Well, it didn't really matter. She only went out for a smoke.

Reaching in her small bag, the brunette proceeded to pull out a pack of cigarettes. Needless to say, in but a moment she had a lit cigarette held between her full lips. Well, this is the moment something exciting should fall in front of her, right?

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[brett]

Brett wasn't leaving the club until sunrise unless something amazing managed to convince him otherwise. Unless he got an offer for something along the lines of great sex, free drinks, or the adventure of a lifetime, Brett had no plans on leaving. Everything fun happened after midnight, even though what his grandmother warned him about when he was growing up - that nothing good happened after midnight - was true as well. Really, Brett didn't have a taste for good clean fun. His was always something crazy, something offensive, something raw and exciting. He lived his life like a Stooges song, and he didn't ever plan on slowing down. He lived for the moment, and this one was a particularly good one. He was already wasted, which meant that he was confident and having the time of his life.

The night was grinding on strangers, getting numbers, chatting up everyone he could find with a pretty face. The night would involve drinking until he dropped, and that really didn't matter to him. In reality, he was getting more and more used to the idea of waking up in strange places with no memory of what had happened. He was becoming a stereotypical drunk teen. If he drank alone more often he'd be the stereotypical alcoholic. Actually, he probably already was an alcoholic, but it was such a negative word. Brett liked to think of himself as just a social drinker. He just embraced the destructive lifestyle that most of society scorned, and he didn't find anything wrong with that. In his eyes, as long as he had the money to keep drinking, and his looks didn't fade, his life was just fine the way it was, and wouldn't need any kind of change.

Brett felt a pang of desire for nicotine. That was also something that just continued to increase during his year. Pushing through the crowd, he made his way to the back door. He was halfway out when he realized that he wasn't alone. A red smoldering circle was already out here. Still, company didn't hurt. In fact, that was even better. He hated being alone. It was also interesting that he always managed to run into people on his cigarette breaks. Pulling out a smoke and his lighter, he lit up and approached his fellow smoker. Interestingly enough, it was someone that he actually knew. That was awesome. "Hey there," he greeted the girl. He hadn't seen her for a few months, which was odd considering that they were in the same element. Still, he didn't frequent the common room, and he tried to be off campus as often as possible. "Natalya, right?" he asked. He wasn't great at keeping names down, but attractive people tended to get his full and undivided attention, regardless of how infrequently he'd see them.

Tagged:: Natt
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 473
Notes:: It's totally cool. Sorry mine's short as well >.<

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