Post by notsoxreal on Aug 23, 2007 23:19:16 GMT -5
There seemed as though there were always too many people in a club. It was so hard to actually move and pick up the beat of the song. Even once you had it, it was hard to actually move other then just to wiggle around a little bit. Of course that didn't matter to most of the people there since they were just grinding against one another. The only word that came to Stevey's mind as she watched them from the bar was whore. Then she'd add attention to the front of that of course. Of course, looking at Stevey one might think the same thing. After all, how many girls did you see walking around with pink spikey hair and then bangs dyed a different color? Sure, Stevey enjoyed the attention she got because of it, but that's not why she kept on doing her hair that way, she did it because she liked it, because it showed a huge part of who she was and what she thought.
There was a vodka sitting on the table in front of her. She wasn't twenty-one, she was only seventeen, but she had a fake ID. Of course she was always careful not to come here when her dad was working, or else she'd be in huge trouble with him. Looking around a little bit, she couldn't help but to let out a short sigh. This was one of her favorite places around, but it could be rather lonely at times. It was hard to sit here night after night and end up leaving just drunk as hell. Then she'd get home, do a line and be out for the rest of the night. Sure, it was a little bit on the repetative side, but it was how Stevey found herself living. In the morning she'd usually have to deal with some sort of a monster hang over, but it wasn't ever anything too crazy and coffee usually healed that.
A small sigh passed her lips before she took a sip of the drink and looked around for anybody she knew. There was the usually yellow t-shirt on her body and a pair of black pants with a silver studded belt was around her hips to help hold them up. Stevey was a really small girl short and skinny, but it fit her. Mostly, she just found it funny that she was so small, but could hold as much alcohol as most of her guy friends and probably both of her fathers. No, she didn't have two fathers because her mom remarried, she never knew her mom, she had two fathers because they were gay together.