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Post by mora de ancariis on Nov 10, 2010 18:10:55 GMT -5
Click for OutfitThank the lord it was finally a Friday night! Mora had been feeling antsy all week, waiting for the chance to go out, get wasted, find some stranger to lie with, and be at total ease for the next week to come. She hadn’t drunk much though. Mora wasn’t the type like some people at Rosedale Academy, to get totally wasted. She preferred to stay buzzed or sober; wanting to remember her midnight adventures she’d have with whoever caught her eye. Mora tried to stay away from the other students that decided to enter the club. She was one of the few older students at Rosedale, and she’d be damned to hell if she dared to talk to a child.
A couple guys looked her way, and she winked back in recognition. She’s had her share of fun with some of the regulars of limelight, but instead of the constant sex with random strangers, she narrowed it down to at least once a month or so. Plus, she had standards. When she first got to Rosedale, it used to be any man with a workable appendage down there. Now, she actually had a “type.” First off, they had to be less than thirty years old. Once had she ever slept with a guy that old, and it was one of her greatest wake-up calls of her life. She had actually been with a man so revolting all for the sake of sex. Gross… That was a pastime she never wanted to relive again.
The bartender, a guy approximately in his late twenties or so, handed her another grey goose martini and winked at her. Yes, he had also gotten to know Mora for more than just her snappy attitude and laid-back personality. It was a night when she happened to be an alcoholic as well as a sex addict, and he had been on break out back smoking a cigarette. She stumbled out to get some fresh air, noticed him, and, well… you know the rest of the story. Mora blew him a kiss as he walked off to serve a couple other people.
Everything was so bright and mystifying at the club. Everyone was dancing and having fun or falling over themselves trying to make it toward the bathrooms so they could puke their insides out. Seeing everyone gyrating all over each other made Mora squirm in her seat, making her even antsier than she’d been all week. Now that she was out and about, she was ready to have some fun.
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Post by melanie on Nov 10, 2010 19:53:07 GMT -5
Time for a party. Of course, it wasn't the best place for a drug addict. Before she even started to get ready, she popped a few pills in her mouth. Swallowing them, she smiled, knowing that soon she wouldn't feel a thing. she would just dance, just drink, and not think about anything. Sometimes Effie wondered if she had more problems than just addiction, but who knows. And then again, who in the world doesn't have problems?
throwing thick eyeliner on her eyes was about all she did apperence wise. why look amazing for you people you don't give a shit about? she got dressed, basiclly see through tights covered in polka dots, a short white dress with sparkly stripes, black oxfords covered in rhinestones, a necklace, and a ton of bracelets. she walked out of her room, a smirk on her lips that said 'you-don't-know-me-and-you-never-will'.
the walk was a short one, just enough time to smoke a cigarette. the bouncer just let her in. a skinny white girl wearing a short dress she could get in everywhere. she immediatly walked up to the bar and ordered. "Gin and tonic, please." Taking the drink, she pulled two more of the pills from her bra, a secret stash hidden in it. She swallowed the pills, and chugged her drink. she signaled for another. the effects of the first pills took over, and she smiled. After grabbing her next drink, she walked to the dance floor.
standing by herself, she moved her body to the beat of the music. the music wasn't too great, but it didn't matter. everything was great. she continued sipping her drink while dancing. she was at the point where everything was like a blur. nothing mattered anymore. walking away from the dancefloor, empty glass in hand she pulled a cigarette out from the pack also hidden in her bra. How she fit everything in there, she would never figure out, but she did. She lit it inside the bar, and walked out the side, door stumbling a bit to smoke.
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Post by mora de ancariis on Nov 10, 2010 20:15:40 GMT -5
“Gin and tonic,” a familiar voice ordered. Mora looked over toward the side and saw Effie, a friend of hers, looking like someone had just hit the snooze button on her mental alarm clock, but her body forced itself to stay upright. She always worried her, but what was she going to say to her? Mora wasn’t a hypocrite, so she had no place to tell her that she needs to stop destroying herself. If she were to do so, she wouldn’t be surprised if Effie told her to EFF-off! Still, Mora was able to tell she was high off her ass. She had taken pills apparently; probably stashed in her little hiding spots in her bra that she made. It was great for when they were being searched on campus or something, and on occasion Mora had held onto them for her so she wouldn’t get in trouble. Just because they were both addicts of some sort, didn’t mean that they were equal. Sex was human nature, so she couldn’t necessarily be punished for what her body naturally wanted.
Drugs, on the other hand, were strictly forbidden. There was a no tolerance policy and drugs and alcohol, and Effie has yet to fuck up. She was a sweet girl, and Mora had stuck her neck out countless times for her to keep her from getting in trouble. Why search Mora for drugs? She always passed the random drug tests that the students had to take, and she didn’t look out of it all the time, so none of the staff had anything on her.
Effie had a couple drinks, and it was obvious she was definitely not in the right state of mind anymore as she got onto the dance floor. She was a cute little thing, despite her low self-esteem at times. Mora would kill any bastard that dared to hurt her, even if she couldn’t take care of herself. After some dancing, she walked off somewhere, and Mora began to get really worried for her. This wasn’t the first time she’d had to intervene on one of her mates, but she felt obligated to do so. She would never forgive herself if something ever happened to anyone.
The bartender went over to her again. He always wanted to converse with Mora, even if it was a stupid, lame pick-up attempt to get into her pants again. “What are you up to, honey?” Mora rolled her eyes and shot him a glare. “Not now, hot stuff. I’m takin’ it easy tonight.” That was a terrible lie, for God knew she was aching to be under him, but Mora felt compelled to go after Effie.
She stood up and went to the side door that everyone took for a quick drag, and she found Effie. “Hey, babe, you good?”
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Post by melanie on Nov 10, 2010 20:33:09 GMT -5
even outside smoking, effie felt the need to sway her body to the song no one heard. when she was fucked up, the music never stopped, the lights never stopped moving, and her eyes barely stayed open. taking a long drag from her cigarette, a sly smile appeared on her soft pink lips. only when she was like thins was life good. it was the only time she had reason to smile.
hearing mora's voice, effie looked over, not saying anything. mora was probably effie's best friend here, but she was still always jealous of her gorgeous body. unlike effie, mora had curves. she had guys who wanted her countless times.
though extreamly thankful for mora and how many time she had saved her from getting caught, effie couldn't help but resent her a little. what girl wouldn't resent mora?
effie nodded at mora, not looking directly at her. mora never liked when effy was like this and she had reason to. "I'm greeeaaat." effie slowly stated. she was kind of strugling with her words, but what could one expect? she took a long drag of her cigarette, exhaling it slowly. she offered mora the halfway finished cigarette.
"I need another drink." effie said, already walking away. she knew in the back of her mind that she shouldn't be drinking anymore. the night was barely started and she was already wasted. effie struggled with the door for a few seconds and finally got it open. she walked as quick as she could in her intoxicated state through all the dancing bodies. it seemed like they were all meshing together, and no one wanted to let her go. they wanted her to dance, but she needed a drink.
she decided she would dance after a few drinks, and suddenly it seemed as if the crowds opened up in a straight line to the bar. effie smiled. God wanted her to drink, that was it. she walked to the bar, winking at the bartender. "another please." She loved coming here. she never payed for drinks her, and after she ordered one drink, he remembered what she wanted that night. "Oh, make it extra strong." she was still struggling with her words, but the drinks would fix that.
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Post by mora de ancariis on Nov 10, 2010 21:13:40 GMT -5
Effie handed her cigarette to Mora, and although she didn’t smoke and refused to ever do so, she held onto it anyway. The poor girl was all over the place in her head, but this wasn’t the first time she’d seen her like this. She wanted to take her back toward the academy, but she knew that not only would Effie be screwed if they were to get caught, but Mora would risk the two of them getting kicked out. It wasn’t easy to get booted from Rosedale, but they had always been trouble for the staff. Mora had lessened the amount of sex she had just for respect’s sake, but that didn’t mean she was going to quit cold turkey! That was like taking pills from a junky… okay, maybe that was a horrible analogy for Mora to use at the moment, but that wasn’t what went through her head.
Suddenly, Effie mumbled something inaudible, and stumbled back inside the club. Mora sighed in exasperation, and flicked the cigarette away as she followed her friend inside. Mora felt like reaching out to Effie and at least helping her move across the dance floor as she started toward the bar, but she already knew that was out of the question. It wasn’t good to mess with Effie when she was like this; she hated when people screwed up her high. Mora made that mistake once before, and ended up having a bump on the back of her head from Effie throwing a large bottle of pills at the back of her head.
They finally got to the bar, and Effie ordered herself a drink. The bartender nodded, but Mora shot him another glare as he came back with Effie’s drink. “Take it easy, hun. I don’t want you to hurt yourself. C’mon, babe, pace yourself.” Then she looked at the bartender. “No more for her please. She’s had one too many already.” She hated having to intervene like this, but she worried for Effie. Then again, worrying for her helped with Mora’s situation. It distracted her from doing things she knew she shouldn’t be doing, especially with the bartender.
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Post by melanie on Nov 10, 2010 21:28:17 GMT -5
she heard mora say something but she didn't really process it. she just mumbled an barely audible "yeah, sure." and chugged her drink. Effie laughed at mora when she said no more drinks. "no no no mora. You know Effie likes to drink." She shot a sly smile at mora. mora was her friend. she wouldn't make her stop. and if she did, effie had more pills. things would be okay.
"Mora, why aren't you drinking?" she turned to the bartender, "Get her a drink, please." he quickly did it. he probably wanted in her pants. again, most likely. it was more than probable mora had already slept with the sleezy bartender. but that was mora for you. just sleep, sleep, sleep around with boys. effie was pretty sure mora had done girls before as well. it wouldn't surprise her.
knowing mora probably wouldn't want to drink the drink, effie had to think of a way to make her. "If you don't drink it i will, i hope you know. no use in letting a perfectly wonderful alcohol beverage to go waste." effie wanted to dance, but she wanted mora to drink. effie hated being the only one drinking. it wasn't as fun. no one felt as good as she did.
in her head, she was just being a good friend, helping her have fun. helping her not to feel. just helping her. effie took one pill out of her bra, getting a look from an older looking man. she winked at him and licked her lips. he quickly looked away flushed. she would have never slept with him, but it was always fun to mess with peoples heads. it was something she was good at. she dry swallowed the last pill, happy that she had a few more in her secret stash in her bra. but those were for later. much, much later. effie was already on her fifth pill. she normally did more than that a night, but she wasn't stupid. she wouldn't combine it with the amount of alcohol she was planning on drinking.
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Post by mora de ancariis on Nov 10, 2010 21:52:49 GMT -5
“You know that’s not fair,” Mora said, but there was no use trying to convince the girl otherwise. If she didn’t drink the drink, Effie would instead. She was already messed up, and as Effie took out another pill from under her shirt, Mora shook her head. Then she grabbed the glass of alcohol, tilted her head back and chugged it until there wasn’t even a drop left. She started to feel buzzed, and that was something she didn’t want. Now with Effie being in her company, she didn’t want to get wasted, find a guy or girl, and wake up in a stranger’s bed knowing that Effie was somewhere no one could find her.
Mora wiped her mouth with the back of her hands, trying not to mess up her lipstick. Then she sat down next to Effie as the bartender brought over another one of her infamous grey goose martinis. Mora was going to pace herself from now on in hopes that she could reframe from doing things she shouldn’t be doing. But the bartender was looking so good…
She bit her lip and looked toward the dance floor. Maybe she could get Effie to sober up a bit by dancing, sweating out the toxins in her body so that she wouldn’t end up passing out on her. She didn’t need the trouble for the both of them. “Come dance with me, hun,” she said. “I wanna dance.”
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Post by melanie on Nov 10, 2010 22:10:36 GMT -5
effie smiled at mora ashshe chugged the drink. maybe now mora would have more fun. effie smiled at the bartender brought her another drink, ignoring mora request not serve her more. she drank the drink before mora could tell her anything. she knew she could keep going. at the mention of dancing, effy smiled. effie liked to dance.
effie took one step towards the dance floor, a fell onto the ground. her eyes were still open, and she wasn't passed out. she giggled. "I fell." she just laid on the ground, not wanting to move, knowing she would fall again if she stood up. why stand up? effie started to hum softly, staring at the lights. it was like no one was around.
the lights were soothing, they didn't want to hurt her, they wanted to make her happy. for the moment, she forgot mora was there. "mora, i'm not happy." effie stood up and ran into the bathroom. she strugled with the door and got it open. she locked herself in a stall and sat on the ground. she avoided sitting in an unidentified sticky spot, putting her head into her hands. she wasn't crying, nor was she going to cry. she just wanted to feel nothing. but that wasn't what was happening. she was still feeling when she was on things.
not at first, no. at first everything was great. everything was gone. it was just her and the music. but she had to keep up with it, or she felt. she already hated how she couldn't do a lot at school. she normally popped two pills at school. enough to where she was messed up a little, but not to where it was very noticable. life wasn't good like that. she had yet to meet anyone who even helped her. not even her therapists understood her.
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Post by mora de ancariis on Nov 11, 2010 21:31:21 GMT -5
Good. Maybe through being active Effie would sober up. She was extremely out of it, and was getting worse and worse from the drinking and the pill popping. At this rate, she was really going to hurt herself. This was a total buzz kill for Mora, and she was still aching for some physical attention. She felt like Effie’s babysitter. It wasn’t as if she actually needed to do anything for Effie. She was a friend yes, but you can’t help someone who doesn’t want to be helped.
As Effie stood up, Mora sighed with relief, but then when she took her next step she fell straight on her face. “Oh my god, Effie! Are you okay?” Mora didn’t know if she should help her or not, but when she looked over her, she didn’t seem hurt. In fact, she began laughing. Oh yeah… Effie definitely needed to be taken home for some rest. “I can see that,” Mora replied as Effie let her know that she was fine. “You should be more careful.”
As Effie lied on the ground for a moment, just staring up at the ceiling and having the time of her life, Mora had a flash of de ja vu. She imagined herself as the girl lying down, whether it was on the floor, the bed, or the backseat of a car, looking up at some strange guy that was about to give her the time of her life. Her face just like Effie’s; having the biggest smile and knowing that she was in pure heaven. Now, Mora almost felt bad for interfering with her friend’s high. Maybe, in some twisted way, drugs weren’t all that bad. Not that she thought of starting at all, but in the eyes of the other drug addicts; they were nothing to be feared.
Then Effie’s voice broke her thoughts, and Mora frowned. “Why aren’t you happy?” Effie didn’t reply. She got up, stumbled a bit, and went into the restrooms. Mora took a couple steps to follow, but then she stopped. She was so confused, and sometimes didn’t understand Effie at times. She was one tormented soul that even the doctors at Rosedale couldn’t handle at times.
Mora shrugged her shoulders, and sat back down. The bartender served a couple people their drinks, and then he looked over at Mora. When no one was bugging him, he walked over to her and leaned against the glass in front of her. “You and your friend alright?” He didn’t seem to care; only asking out of courtesy. “We’re fine. She’s just a little tipsy,” Mora lied. She looked him over, and bit her lip. Having a man this close was definitely awakening some unnecessary feelings between her thighs, and she had to cross her legs to keep from exploding in her seat. Damn… he was looking way too fine for his own good.
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