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Post by sloan ryann jackson-macavoy on Aug 30, 2010 22:52:35 GMT -5
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Sloan was at it again. The parties, it gave her a rush. This chaos was her drug. The place was filled with alcohol and drugs. She'd tasted the alcohol, but never the drugs. She found druggies a pathetic people. They were addicted, dependent on something. That wasn't her style. She never needed something. She'd got by perfectly fine on her own.
She danced around the club, the warm venom of a beer running through her veins. It hardly affected her anymore. Still, it was a nice buzz when she'd had enough.
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Post by ronnie susan michealson on Aug 30, 2010 23:03:53 GMT -5
Finally, a party that was worth going too. Sure she and Addy had planned to put aside their differences long enough to decide to plan a party that would verge on epic. But this was an alright substitute in the meantime. Despite her age, she'd gotten her alcohol, made out with a few hot guys and even had a little bag of coke she couldn't wait to get started on. Life was good again.
Ronnie sat at the bar, sipping a martini she really shouldn't have been drinking, making eyes at a hot blonde several seats down from her. She was itching to get to work on her drugs, but something about rehab had stuck with her and she didn't take it out right away. if she had any more alcohol though, she knew it was just a matter of time before she was doing some lines of some guys beside table.
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Post by sloan ryann jackson-macavoy on Aug 30, 2010 23:09:24 GMT -5
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During the dancing, making-out, grinding, and what you will, Sloan had spotted a girl, a girl that looked a little too young to be in the place. Something about the girl reminded Sloan of a young girl that'd been thrown into juvy with her. Sloan had looked after that girl until she'd gotten out. She felt somewhat protective of the girl sitting at the bar, sipping a martini she shouldn't be having for another 10 years from the looks of it.
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Post by ronnie susan michealson on Aug 31, 2010 14:54:08 GMT -5
Ronnie set down her alcohol and sighed, hair falling across her eyes for a moment, before she reached to correct it. No one had really given her a good time yet, but what fun was doing your coke alone in your room? It was more fun to do a line, have some sex, do another line. This whole thing was rather ridiculous, and potentially boring. Maybe it was better to leave now.
Then Ronnie realized she hadn't done any dancing. As a cheerleader and soccer star, the girl could move and had stamina to back it up. So leaving her drink behind, she grooved out to the dance floor, throwing up her hands and grinding on the man behind her.
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Post by sloan ryann jackson-macavoy on Sept 7, 2010 11:10:30 GMT -5
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Sloan couldn't take it anymore. She was far from the motherly type, more like the big sister type when it came to younger girls. Being locked up, you learn to watch after your own, and though she didn't know this poor naive little girl she still didn't want to see anything happen to her.
So, Sloan headed over to the little girl and the guy that was dancing with her. She pushed the guy away from the girl, giving him a disgusted look. The man was clearly a little drunk since he stumbled. Still, she didn't seem to take lightly to being pushed around by a girl. The man swung and Sloan blocked it and flipped the man over, slamming him on to the floor and placing her foot on his neck pressing down a little bit.
"Back the fuck off, asshole," she hissed bitterly and removed her grip on him. He got up quickly and ran off. Sloan turned around and looked at the young girl standing in front of her.
"How old are you twelve?" she snapped, crossing her arms. This girl had no place being here, that much Sloan knew.
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Post by ronnie susan michealson on Sept 7, 2010 12:04:41 GMT -5
Ronnie watched as some tough bitch took her dance partner down and she folded her arms across her chest. "I'm sixteen, and I don't need your help." No one had even bothered to check her fake ID here, and this girl wasn't stupid, obviously. But sixteen was the age of consent, she could do what she wanted, sleep with guys if she wanted., Ronnie knew how to handle men, handle dealers. This girl didn't have to 'help' her.
She turned away from the girl, looking for another potential date for tonight. She felt her hand shaking a little. Damn she wanted that coke. Maybe she should go do a line in the bathroom...
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Post by sloan ryann jackson-macavoy on Sept 7, 2010 12:12:06 GMT -5
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Post by ronnie susan michealson on Sept 7, 2010 12:59:56 GMT -5
Ronnie looked at the girl with her eyebrow raised. Really? She was really following her around? And drugs? This girl couldn't possibly know she had any unless she'd watched her buy them. "I don't have shit, and I sure as hell don't need to go with you. But if you want me to leave, I will." There were plenty of places she could get in.
This girl and her brother didn't scare her in the least. Worst that would happen was juvy and rehab. And her mother would never let her go to juvy. Ronnie went to leave the building, this girl wasn't going to ruin her night.
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Post by sloan ryann jackson-macavoy on Sept 7, 2010 13:04:34 GMT -5
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Post by ronnie susan michealson on Sept 7, 2010 13:10:19 GMT -5
Ronnie rolled her eyes. She wasn't dumb. Sure, she wasn't Ivy league material, but she was street smart. She sighed and turned to the second girl and grabbed her by the wrist and forceable towed her outside. "What the fuck do you want with me?" Ronnie asked once they were outside.
This girl had just come from nowhere and was getting all in her business.
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Post by sloan ryann jackson-macavoy on Sept 7, 2010 13:41:57 GMT -5
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Post by ronnie susan michealson on Sept 7, 2010 14:52:40 GMT -5
"Look, I don't need your help." Ronnie insisted. "Mom sent me to rehab, that's why i'm in this bumble fuck town, I already have an older sister, and my family has enough to bail me out if anything happens. i sure as hell don't need a random stranger checking up on me." Ronnie didn't owe this girl anything, nothing at all. No way, no how.
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Post by sloan ryann jackson-macavoy on Sept 7, 2010 15:01:12 GMT -5
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Post by ronnie susan michealson on Sept 7, 2010 15:17:14 GMT -5
Ronnie pursed her lips. "I resent being treated like this, I'm not some poor crack whore. I don't know you." She hadn't been arrested, she'd been through rehab once. This girl wasn't her, no two situations were alike. She had no idea what it was like to be her.
"I'm sorry you've been to jail or whatever, but I don't know what its like to be you, and you sure don't know what its like to be me."
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