Post by sarah on Apr 15, 2009 19:28:08 GMT -5
* Stick around and see how it ends ,
tags to no one, done, word count 819, at the bar of course, looking sullen
music lyrics are by cobra starship! , template is by violette , graphics are by emmARR!
so i was museless but i needed to thread this chicka, so sorry for the horribleness.
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Armed with a fake ID and a thirst to quench, a young blonde sat herself in a bar stool. Sarah had been exhausted all day trying to write her new script for class, and all her hard work was going to be worth it. She planned on drinking until her vision blurred and she thought the ugly middle aged drunks down the bar from her were beautiful young studs. A giggle rose from her as she slapped her ID and her platinum down on the bar in front of her. "A bottle of whatever is the most expensive, please", she said sweetly, batting her eyelashes at the young man before her. With a gleaming smile he put a napkin down and put the beer on top. She winked and grabbed the bottle, taking a long drink. Another laugh came from her as she went to put her drink down and saw the guys number on it. Would her long list of prospective males ever end?
Spinning in her seat, she took in the bustling crowd of Irish natives and randomly strewn Murphy students. With a pleased smile, the young woman searched the crowds for her leading male. Of course, the best had been taken already, but that didn't stop her. If there was one thing this chicka was good at, it was finding the next best thing. It seemed as if she was always going for those these days. Reached back to the bar, she tapped her card against the grainy wood, motioning for another of whatever she had gotten. A look of desperation was given to her as her eyes passed over the group of men down the way from her. Sarah winked and then tore her gaze away quickly, hoping they'd leave her be and go on to the next beautiful woman that came inside for a beer.
Taking hold of the neck of her beer, she stood away from the bar while pocketing her two cards in the back pocket of her faded blue jeans. The girl quickly lost herself in the growing crowd, dancing with random strangers. The bliss she found while dancing within the group of drunk, sweaty Irish folks was one she couldn't find any where else. It was a home away from home, a way for her not to mis Scotland as much as she did. She danced and danced, letting herself be pulled into a foggy happiness. The young woman let out a laugh, her head tilted back as if she were yelling at the top of her lungs. People around her let out ringing laughs and giggles as well, and she grinned wildly.
Stumbling back tot he bar was a hard job, but she got it done as quick as possible. She ordered another intoxication since she'd lost her other one in the throws of the party. Words streamed into her mind as she waited, words many of her class mates had whispered about her behind her back, some of them had chosen the braver path and said them straight to her face. Blotchy redness formed on her cheeks and she suddenly felt sullen as she sat herself in her stool. The bartender came back to her with another beer and sat it before her. She reached for him, stopping him before he left for the next customer. "Uhm, can you get me something stronger, maybe a plain martini? Make it dirty...", she said, he voice more dry then before.
Although she had been happier before, Sarah's mood dropped suddenly as she thought of everything that happened at school. In all honesty, she was a total whore who slept with anyone that acted like they cared the least bit about her. It was true, yes, but that didn't really give everyone at school the right to talk crap and make it seem bigger than it really was. She never let anyone get away with those things anyway. The girl had always 'payed her respects' to those who decided to spoil her name. It was something she'd become good at over the years actually. They always apologized at one point, one way or another, it always happened.
Of course, the students always seemed to focus on her relationship qualities. It was never her fault that men had a way of getting in her pants. They were always different though. Some went for the good guy route, others the bad guy, most acting like they'd opened up. In the end they all made her feel like trash. Then again, it couldn't be that bad, since she got right back up and did it again. Her thoughts were brought to an end as her drink was sat down before her. A smile was brought to her face as the guy winked at her, telling her to brighten up. She sipped her drink, taking hold of the toothpick and stirring her drink. Maybe she needed to just let it all go for a night, think of everything but school. She was up for anything at the moment; any guy who showed her a night of fun and the good ole' luck of the Irish would steal her heart for the night. A girl could only wish, right?