Do Not Disturb.
Jul 6, 2013 3:46:31 GMT -5
Post by MIKAELA JHENÉ MENENDEZ on Jul 6, 2013 3:46:31 GMT -5
high off of love
There were a handful of things that Mikaela did well. She was a fantastic dancer, trained in a variety of styles, and with vast performance experience. Her acting skills were impeccable and she improved at a tremendous pace. Mikaela studied the craft and focused her efforts and energy on perfecting it. And Mikaela could sing, though she told everyone that she couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket. She’d had a bit of experience performing in musical theatre productions in high school, but preferred to keep that one talent to herself. But there was another talent that Mikaela was never shy about. It came naturally to her and she excelled at it. It was a skill she’d mastered with age. She was an expert, a professional. Mikaela was a partier and she always went hard. Night after night she went out, making friends with bouncers and promoters, skipping lines and scoring free drinks. Her cup was always full, her hips were always moving, and her game was always on. And it wasn’t just the clubs she frequented. When she was looking for a much more laid back environment, Mikaela found herself on the house party scene. She’d found the perfect balance between sleep, work, and play so that she was able to go on night after night without stopping.
Despite loving and living the night life, there were times when Mikaela enjoyed doing the simple things like chilling at home or watching movies. When she was ready, she could be a homebody. But going out and dancing until her feet hurt, and drinking herself silly, and bringing home strange men was a way for her to escape her issues for a couple of hours. She could bury her problems, drown them in alcohol, and pretend that everything was okay. So tonight, a night like many others, she danced and partied her worries away. With the stress of being dropped by her management, not being able to score any auditions, and money starting to run low, Mikaela found herself out every night. And to make matters worse, she’d fallen out with one of her best friends, making him in accessible to turn to. Sure, she had Lina, who was extremely supportive. Mikaela couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend. But Dominic was different. They had a special connection and understanding for each other. He was, unbeknownst to him, the love of her life. And that’s why their falling out had hurt her so much. As per usual, the two got into a vicious spat, and to be honest, Mikaela couldn’t even really remember how it started. But she hadn’t forgotten how it ended. Dominic brought up her abusive ex-boyfriend, Ethan, pouring salt in wounds that hadn’t healed yet. To be fair, Dominic didn’t know how painful and damaging that relationship was for her. And that was all the more reason why he shouldn’t have said anything at all.
Without knowing, Dominic had released some demons that Mikaela wasn’t ready to face. He’d exposed skeletons in her closet that she thought she had stashed away. Not only did she want to keep this dark secret away from Dominic, but she didn’t want to deal with it. So she pretended like they didn’t exist. And she put on her mask, which in this case was a skin tight electric blue dress and black pumps. By now her makeup looked tired, but still made her blue eyes pop. She stumbled into her building, hanging on the arm of a tall but slender Italian man. He wasn’t at all her type, but he was entertaining enough and would do for tonight. Normally she wouldn’t invite guys back to her place, but he was from out of town and was too drunk to remember the name of his hotel. They waited impatiently in front of the elevator, but Mikaela growled in frustration when she saw that it was coming from the top floor. “Ugh. Fuck it. Let’s take the stairs. I only live on the second floor.” Mikaela dragged his hand toward the staircase, only stopping to take her heels off, before ascending the steps to her floor. Whateverhisnamewas laughed behind her as he allowed her to drag him down the hall. She had to stop at her door to open her clutch and dig around for her keys. She put her shoes back on the ground and stepped back into them so that she could free up her hands. The Italian kept getting frisky, but Mikaela pushed him off so she could focus on getting her keys out. She wasn’t the slightest bit interested in being cute and flirtatious. The quicker she got it in the quicker she could kick him out. “Motherfucker,” she swore, the habit worsening when she drank. “Where are my fucking keys?”
Despite loving and living the night life, there were times when Mikaela enjoyed doing the simple things like chilling at home or watching movies. When she was ready, she could be a homebody. But going out and dancing until her feet hurt, and drinking herself silly, and bringing home strange men was a way for her to escape her issues for a couple of hours. She could bury her problems, drown them in alcohol, and pretend that everything was okay. So tonight, a night like many others, she danced and partied her worries away. With the stress of being dropped by her management, not being able to score any auditions, and money starting to run low, Mikaela found herself out every night. And to make matters worse, she’d fallen out with one of her best friends, making him in accessible to turn to. Sure, she had Lina, who was extremely supportive. Mikaela couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend. But Dominic was different. They had a special connection and understanding for each other. He was, unbeknownst to him, the love of her life. And that’s why their falling out had hurt her so much. As per usual, the two got into a vicious spat, and to be honest, Mikaela couldn’t even really remember how it started. But she hadn’t forgotten how it ended. Dominic brought up her abusive ex-boyfriend, Ethan, pouring salt in wounds that hadn’t healed yet. To be fair, Dominic didn’t know how painful and damaging that relationship was for her. And that was all the more reason why he shouldn’t have said anything at all.
Without knowing, Dominic had released some demons that Mikaela wasn’t ready to face. He’d exposed skeletons in her closet that she thought she had stashed away. Not only did she want to keep this dark secret away from Dominic, but she didn’t want to deal with it. So she pretended like they didn’t exist. And she put on her mask, which in this case was a skin tight electric blue dress and black pumps. By now her makeup looked tired, but still made her blue eyes pop. She stumbled into her building, hanging on the arm of a tall but slender Italian man. He wasn’t at all her type, but he was entertaining enough and would do for tonight. Normally she wouldn’t invite guys back to her place, but he was from out of town and was too drunk to remember the name of his hotel. They waited impatiently in front of the elevator, but Mikaela growled in frustration when she saw that it was coming from the top floor. “Ugh. Fuck it. Let’s take the stairs. I only live on the second floor.” Mikaela dragged his hand toward the staircase, only stopping to take her heels off, before ascending the steps to her floor. Whateverhisnamewas laughed behind her as he allowed her to drag him down the hall. She had to stop at her door to open her clutch and dig around for her keys. She put her shoes back on the ground and stepped back into them so that she could free up her hands. The Italian kept getting frisky, but Mikaela pushed him off so she could focus on getting her keys out. She wasn’t the slightest bit interested in being cute and flirtatious. The quicker she got it in the quicker she could kick him out. “Motherfucker,” she swore, the habit worsening when she drank. “Where are my fucking keys?”
drunk from my hate
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