there's { n o t h i n g } left to say , hunter
Sept 26, 2012 19:19:02 GMT -5
Post by stephanie on Sept 26, 2012 19:19:02 GMT -5
beggin' on your knees.
The public chat room every celebrity had V.I.P. access to was almost like Google. Stevi Rae simply typed in her screen name, uploaded a cute icon, and pressed "sign in" to explore everything from Dr. Phil to orgies. Really, the current crowd determined whether or not she'd be horny or suicidal by the end of the night. The nineteen year old actress had ventured into the chat to scope out plans. Chances were good that everyone else wasting their lives in the chat were just as lifeless as she was for the time being so why not? Hunter ended up filling her schedule for the night, though he'd been very vague about what their festivities would consist of. Her parents probably wouldn't be fond of her heading out with some strange man she'd never introduced to them before, but she'd been doing just that for years now. If they hadn't adapted to the program by now, she'd be extremely worried. Stevi could honestly go for a beer or two. Living with her parents meant drinking under age was strictly "prohibidado".
Of course the rules were warped when the house was unoccupied. Dale usually provided the drinks, and Stevi fetched snacks. This was a ritual that had been in place for years. Now that Dale was constantly tied up with Jolene, their relationship was reacquiring the strain that B had weighed their friendship down with. Couldn't he see that his best form didn't require that one special lady? After Bianca, Dale had been an absolute mess perfect for Stevi to begrudgingly sweep up and nurse back to health. Tabby had inflicted the same damage, and Jolene was surely guaranteed to slip up in the long run, too. No one was worth her best friend's time. No one. Unfortunately, Dale wouldn't give her the time of day to justify her beliefs. He'd fire back that she was jealous or something like that. Stevi secretly knew that his accusations were true in-part. He'd been her first, so she had a tie to him that could never be severed entirely. Serious relationships like that he had with B made Stevi regret forming their bond in the first place. Jealousy was an ugly shade no matter who wore it.
Sitting and waiting for Hunter, Stevi surfed through various television channels. Jersey Shore was on, so she decided to settle for that program over the cooking channel her mom insisted she was watching. "I'm leaving soon," Stevi informed her. "You can watch your show afterwards, okay?" There was a reason why Stevi often ate out. No matter how hard her mother tried to become a better cook, all the recipes she attempted to make tasted horrible. Mr. Poindexter always remarked on how ironic her lack of culinary skills was. Stevi had obviously inherited his humor because she'd laugh at his sexist comments no matter how many times he recycled the same jokes. The redness that colored Mrs. Poindexter's face the moment he began to say a thing probably kept his show fresh. She'd thrown a Lucuma at him once. That was a Peruvian fruit she tried to create an exotic dish out of. Again, that was a failure. Around seven-fifteen, with putrid smells wafting from an uncovered pot, Stevi finally heard the doorbell ring. "Later, madre!" she called, thrusting the door open and stepping out. She tried her best to slam the door and all of its proceeding odors before Hunter caught a whiff.
tagged hunter vega!
words 579 words
outfit here
notes i hope this is alright<3 FIRST STEVI POST! (:
Of course the rules were warped when the house was unoccupied. Dale usually provided the drinks, and Stevi fetched snacks. This was a ritual that had been in place for years. Now that Dale was constantly tied up with Jolene, their relationship was reacquiring the strain that B had weighed their friendship down with. Couldn't he see that his best form didn't require that one special lady? After Bianca, Dale had been an absolute mess perfect for Stevi to begrudgingly sweep up and nurse back to health. Tabby had inflicted the same damage, and Jolene was surely guaranteed to slip up in the long run, too. No one was worth her best friend's time. No one. Unfortunately, Dale wouldn't give her the time of day to justify her beliefs. He'd fire back that she was jealous or something like that. Stevi secretly knew that his accusations were true in-part. He'd been her first, so she had a tie to him that could never be severed entirely. Serious relationships like that he had with B made Stevi regret forming their bond in the first place. Jealousy was an ugly shade no matter who wore it.
Sitting and waiting for Hunter, Stevi surfed through various television channels. Jersey Shore was on, so she decided to settle for that program over the cooking channel her mom insisted she was watching. "I'm leaving soon," Stevi informed her. "You can watch your show afterwards, okay?" There was a reason why Stevi often ate out. No matter how hard her mother tried to become a better cook, all the recipes she attempted to make tasted horrible. Mr. Poindexter always remarked on how ironic her lack of culinary skills was. Stevi had obviously inherited his humor because she'd laugh at his sexist comments no matter how many times he recycled the same jokes. The redness that colored Mrs. Poindexter's face the moment he began to say a thing probably kept his show fresh. She'd thrown a Lucuma at him once. That was a Peruvian fruit she tried to create an exotic dish out of. Again, that was a failure. Around seven-fifteen, with putrid smells wafting from an uncovered pot, Stevi finally heard the doorbell ring. "Later, madre!" she called, thrusting the door open and stepping out. She tried her best to slam the door and all of its proceeding odors before Hunter caught a whiff.
tagged hunter vega!
words 579 words
outfit here
notes i hope this is alright<3 FIRST STEVI POST! (:
thanks sophia of caution.