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Post by audrey patton on Jun 1, 2009 15:42:43 GMT -5
------------------------------------------------------------- Audrey clicked off the monitor of her computer, frowning to herself. If Molly was high when she got there, she would not be a happy girl. She planned to get out and fast, but then of course, she realized what she was wearing. She didn’t need to look particularly cute to go get blitzed and watch a movie at Molly’s, of course. But she was in ratty plaid pajama bottoms and a sweatshirt, which was just too uncute to go anywhere, really.
So she pulled on her skimpy black jean shorts and purple and black plaid shirt and started out of her room, pulling her long red locks into a high ponytail as she did so. Her stuff was still sitting in her white side bag next to the door of her room, so she grabbed that and one of the three pairs of shoes she had left by the front door – her black studded sandals. And thus, under five minutes later, she was standing at the door of her BMW convertible, rummaging through her bag in a frustrated search of her keys.
It wasn’t much longer that Audrey pulled her black car into Molly’s driveway. It helped, of course, that Molly lived only a few streets over. That would probably explain why the girls spent so much time at each other’s homes – it was extraordinarily convenient. Audrey grabber her bag from the passenger seat and walked quickly to the front door. She didn’t bother knocking. Nor did she play happy guest and stop to talk to Molly’s parents, not that she saw them anywhere, anyway. Audrey rarely saw Molly’s parents, come to think of it. They didn’t tend to be there when she came over. Then again, her parents weren’t any better. The last time Molly had come over, they’d been yelling at each other very loudly in the dining room. Her father actually got hit with a candlestick at some point that evening. And the time before that, her parents had been having sex. On the fucking couch.
Audrey took the steps two at a time, jumping onto the landing enthusiastically. As promised, she had snatched a bottle of her father’s fancy red wine. She could hear the glass hitting the other things in her bag, and she found it interesting that she could tell when it was hitting her phone versus her keys or a loose hair clip. She stopped outside Molly’s bedroom door, again not bothering to knock before throwing the door open.
“I hope you haven’t had too much joyful fun without me, bear,” she warned as she shoved the door shut behind her, pulling her ponytail over one shoulder. Audrey turned and walked to the bed, flopping down next to her brunette friend. She stretched out atop the bed, letting her bag fall off of her shoulder and sit on the bed beside her. She sniffed at the air, searching for a hint of smoke. She frowned. “You have!” she accused, smelling the smoke in the air. She sat up, glaring slightly at Molly. “I bring you wine and Hitchcock, and you repay me by lighting up before I get here!” She crossed her arms haughtily, waiting for but not expecting an apology. After a moment, she allowed her lips to curve upwards in a slight smirk. “But you saved your favorite red head some, didn’t you, love?” [/color] Laughing lightly, Audrey pulled from her bag the bottle of win and the Psycho DVD. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and get something to drink out of while I set the movie up, hm?” she suggested teasingly as she dropped the wine to the bed. It bounced lightly and rolled a bit, threatening to topple off the bed. But it was stopped by a fold in the comforter. Good thing, too, because Audrey wasn’t paying attention, and she wouldn’t have caught it. She popped the disc out of the case and sprang to her feet, walking over to the DVD player on top of the television.[/font][/size][/blockquote] ------------------------------------------------------------- TAG megan! (molly!)
LYRICS hurricane – friends for hire.
WORDS six hundred and seventy-one.
OUTFIT clickie here
CHARACTER audrey jenna louise patton
NOTES i’m so sorry. xD <3
CREDIT sophielizabeth of CAUTION 2.0. |
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Post by molly van der yale on Jun 10, 2009 16:46:02 GMT -5
 * ----- As promised, Molly was lit up before Audrey even signed off. It wasn't her fault, and Molly knew her redheaded friend couldn't blame her - the seventeen year old had spent precious time meticulously rolling her joint and really, no one could expect her to waste time waiting for someone when she could be smoking up. She only took a few hits, though. Enough to let the haze begin, and then she put the joint out and tucked it into the strap of her bra for safe keeping. With a sigh, Molly pushed herself to her feet, closing her laptop and picking up a tumbler full of whiskey. Tilting the glass back to her lips, the girl easily pounded back the alcoholic liquid, wincing slightly as it burned it's way down her throat. The burn of whiskey was still one of her favourite things. No matter how much she drank it, it still burnt. Most people who drank as much as Molly did might complain about how they had yet to build up that tolerance. Molly didn't, though. That was one of the perks, as strange as it sounded - one of the best things about drinking alcohol. It made everything feel real. And that was all Molly really wanted; something to feel real. It was odd, seeing as the teenager spent so much time putting chemicals into her body that did the exact opposite of that. Let's just say Molly was a very mixed up girl. She wanted to feel, yet at the same time she didn't. So she did what she could to numb any feelings, while at the same time trying to retain something.
* ----- Stifling a yawn, Molly glanced at the time, vaguely wondering how long ago Audrey had said she was leaving. The redhead didn't live all that far from her, but Molly was an impatient person - especially when it came to waiting for, quite possibly, her best friend. The seventeen year old wasn't the biggest people person, and most people she hung around with were just people to have fun with. No one knew Molly on a deeper level - except for Audrey. The other girl knew all about all the stupid family shit Molly had been through - from her sister getting pregnant and kicked out when Molly was so young; how her parents were never around because her father was always working and her mother retaliating and fucking every guy she saw (currently it was a guy who had graduated a year ago, someone who Molly knew quite well from parties and was now her mother's "tennis instructor." Gross.) It really was no wonder Molly was counting down the days until she turned eighteen and graduated, so she could take the money she was promised and get the fuck out of her parents' house. All she wanted was to be with the one family member she had always loved most - her sister, and the neice she had never met, but who had been named after her. Molly couldn't wait until she could see Caroline and Grace - even if it meant moving around the world to do so.
* ----- Rising to her feet, the girl ambled across her room to the window/balcony overlooking the driveway up to her home. At the window, she picked up a half smoked cigarette from the ash tray she kept there and picked up a match and lit both it and the cigarette. Molly took a long drag off the cancer stick, watching for Audrey's car. When she saw the sleek convertible pull into her long driveway, a smile appeared on Molly's lips. Expecting only the best to come from this little visit from Audrey, Molly moved away from the window, taking her cigarette and the ash tray with her. Briefly, the girl considered making a stop at her closet - she was still wearing just the underwear and tank top she had put on after showering earlier in the day - but her laziness overtook that thought. Instead, Molly just picked up a bowler hat that was sitting on her desk and plopped it on her head before plopping down on her bed. The girl sat there, calmly taking drag after drag on her cigarette, listening carefully for Audrey. When she heard the other girl on the stairs, she butted her cigarette out and moved the ash tray to the side before lying down. Now she was on the landing. The brunette barely reacted when her bedroom door was thrown open, instead she waited until her redheaded friend joined her on her bed before even greeting her. Rolling over onto her stop, Molly smiled at the girl. "Of course not." Molly deadpanned, batting her eyelashes at the girl. A smirk crossed her features. "Well, Legs, that depends on how much you want it." Pulling the joint out of the safe haven of her bra, Molly wagged it playfully in front of Audrey's face. "Because this is some pretty fucking good shit, and I'm not sure if I feel like sharing."
* ----- Raising an eyebrow, Molly snorted. "How 'bout you suck my dick." She said flatly, watching as Audrey got to her feet and tossed the bottle to the bed. Mildly interested, Molly reached forward for the bottle, picking it up so she could read the label. French. A good wine and a good make. Expensive. As best Molly could guess, if Audrey's parents realized she had knicked it, they wouldn't be all that thrilled. And that just made Molly want to drink it even more - pissing off parents was one of the seventeen year old's favourite things to do. "There's a glass over there somewhere," Molly said, gesturing around her room. There were probably many glasses kicking around, ones that once had been filled with various liquors that Molly liked drinking during the day. "You know, if you want to be civilized and shit." The girl blathered on, trying fruitlessly to try and pry open the wine bottle. "Fuck. Did you bring a corkscrew?"
tagged , audrey patton
status , finished.
words , 1009
wearing , black boy short panties & white tank top.
notes , this is le suck.
credit , image & layout by mee.
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Post by audrey patton on Jun 25, 2009 11:05:03 GMT -5
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Audrey rolled her eyes at Molly’s unemotional reply. The smell of pot was thick in the air, and now Audrey was really craving it. It had just been something to do before, but damn did it smell good. She smirked as Molly called her “Legs” and pulled the joint from her bra strap. “Interesting storage you’ve got there,” she teased. Then she leaned forward, smiling innocently… and grabbed the joint from Molly’s hand. Beaming, she thanked her friend and flounced off of the bed to the DVD player, grabbing the case from her bag.
She stuck the joint between her lips, then opened the DVD case. Audrey turned to Molly and smiled. “Light, please,” she requested, taking the joint between her pointer and middle fingers on her left hand. She laughed at Molly’s counter, rolling her eyes and pressing the “open” button on the DVD player. It took a second before the slot opened. There wasn’t a DVD in there, surprisingly enough. With her free hand, Audrey pried Psycho from its case and set it on the tray, then pushed the button again. She loved Alfred Hitchcock, loved all of his movies. She could watch Psycho twice a day for the next year and not get bored.
When Audrey glanced over her shoulder, Molly was inspecting the wine bottle. She smirked. Someone had given her father a whole box of the stuff, and he and her mother had already pounded through three bottles. They might not even notice that one was missing. And if they did, they wouldn’t say anything about it to Audrey. They never did. Audrey had come home, blatantly drunk or high, and neither of her parents had anything to say then. She had had sex with them in the house, and they hadn’t said anything then. She had used her dad’s credit card to buy booze, along with clothing and shoes and jewelry and stuff she didn’t need in the slightest, and they didn’t say anything then. Hell if this would be any different.
She laughed lightly as Molly vaguely motioned to where a glass may or may not have been hiding. Audrey’s room was pretty messy, but Molly’s won in a landslide victory. And instead of hunting for a glass of questionable cleanliness, Audrey decided that drinking from the bottle would suit the occasion just fine. “Never mind,” she laughed, “the bottle’ll do.”
Audrey looked over her shoulder again, raising a brow at the girl perched on the bed, attacking the wine bottle. “Did I bring a corkscrew?” she repeated. “What, Molly, you think I just carry corkscrews around?” She made a little “hmph” noise, then smiled coyly. “In the bag, loony.” She turned back to the DVD player, jabbing the “play” button. A moment later, the screen cranked to life, and a few old previews started rolling. The remote was no where in sight, so Audrey walked back to the bed, kicking off her sandals as she did so. Contentedly, she flopped back on the bag, placing the joint back between her lips. “Got it open?” she asked, looking up at Molly curiously.
------------------------------------------------------------- TAG megan! (molly!)
LYRICS hurricane – friends for hire.
WORDS five hundred and nineteen.
OUTFIT clickie here
CHARACTER audrey jenna louise patton
NOTES i’m so sorry. xD <3
CREDIT sophielizabeth of CAUTION 2.0.
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