TERRIBLE THINGS - OPEN
Jul 17, 2012 21:38:22 GMT -5
Post by drew on Jul 17, 2012 21:38:22 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 388px; border: 10px solid #d9d5c4; background-color: #dee0dc; padding: 15px;][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-size: 32px; padding-left: 3px; border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; color: #9d9a8d; letter-spacing: -2px; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px 87857d; text-align: center;]life can do terrible things[/style][STYLE= border-bottom: 8px solid #b1afa5; text-align: center;] [/style][STYLE=background-image: url(http://i1214.photobucket.com/albums/cc483/wafflesandsyrupp/96877866.jpg); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #434443]Not a party girl by nature, Drew Halsey, also known as Drewzy, hugged her arms around her thin frame, her long extensions of limbs had always acted as a great shield against the outside world. The club was dark, and the combination of black lights and strobes of different colors made her feel like she was going to have a stroke. A thin layer of sweat was forming just over her brow and she felt dizzy. She loved meeting new people and she loved hanging with the boys, but as soon as the collection of good looking boys entered the gates of hell, they had spread out like rats, each finding a pretty lady to chat up, which left her, alone. She had dressed up, as if to impress though, she hadn't known why, her normal attire would have been ripped jeans and stained t-shirts, but they'd insisted she dressed like a professional, and to her that meant, work clothes, but as soon as her big brown eyes caught sight of the scene within, she realized, professional, or.. hooker. The lack of clothes was astonishing. Here she was dressed in a plain black skirt and a gold colored silk blouse with her good luck pearls, her long dark brown hair curled in perfectly placed spirals down her back. All the work she'd put into looking nice, and most of the girls looked like they'd stuck their finger in a electric socket. She'd never understand women. Grumbling, her long legs carried her to the bar, where she kicked off her heels, as she stood thin hands gripping its metallic finish, her knuckles turning a creamy white color, "screw driver." she announced when the bartender made eye contact with her, but he quickly moved his eyes to another, completely ignoring her, and instead taking the order of a thin blonde, wearing a neon yellow shit with half her boobs hanging out the top of it, while her thin legs were pushed out the bottom of a black leather pair of booty shorts, showing half the cheeks out of the bottoms of the back. Drewzy allowed her eyes to roll, as her frustration boiled, the blond giggling at the bartender, her electric hairstyle, boosting in all directions, standing up more than laying flat. She couldn't help but feel the need to punch her. Why guy's liked girls like that, she'd never understand. "Excuse me?" Drew yelled, slapping her hand on the counter top, no one turns, and no one paid attention of her. It was like she was yelling to herself, and no one could hear her cries for help. That bartender was eye locked with the blond who was now sweet talking him, rubbing his stubble filled jaw line. Drew knew that girl would be getting a free drink and a ride home later. Simply pathetic, she couldn't even get a drink, even if she offered to pay for it herself, while other girls were getting free ones handed to them. [/style] [STYLE=background-image: url(http://i1214.photobucket.com/albums/cc483/wafflesandsyrupp/96877866.jpg); opacity: 0.7; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 7.5pt; letter-spacing: 1px;]tagged |
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