Post by Celeste Rivers on Oct 3, 2010 13:30:25 GMT -5
Walking out of the mall with a smirk on her face, Celeste pulled a black object out of her pocket. It glinted slightly in the lights, a shimmer of shiny black metal against the pale lights of the mall. Flicking the lighter open and turning the thumb wheel, she watched the flame that sparked to life from the lighter. Good, it still worked properly. Well that was a bust. What was the point in picking a fight if all that happened was the other person ran away? True to her appearance, the dumb blonde from before had just looked hurt then ran away crying, headed to the bathroom to go fix her makeup. Why even bother to tell her that she looked like a crack whore if she just cried about it? Did no one fight back? Did all verbal fights stay that way, never to escalate into a fist fight? If so, this was a sad world indeed.
Time for a drink. After all, her previous buzz had been killed by that disappointing episode, and a few bottles of vodka never hurt anything. Looking around, it appeared that nobody was around to 'lend' her their wallet. Oh well, looked like she'd just have to steal it. Not a big deal, she'd done it a thousand times before, what difference would one more time make? Sighing to herself, she flicked her lighter closed. Walking off to the liquor store, All These Things I Hate by Bullet For My Valentine played in her ears, the black Skull candy headphones blocking out all other sounds. Most people would be more alert walking alone at 10 o'clock at night, but she didn't care. Anyone who tried anything would get one shot, before she either burned them to a crisp or knocked them out.
Finally reaching the store, the bell jingled softly as she pulled the door open and it shut silently behind her. Well, they knew she was here but would they try and stop her? The question remained unanswered as she spotted the alcohol. Wine, tequila, whiskey... It was heaven. Browsing the wines, she didn't even have to fake the interest. Although she was more of a vodka drinker, any alcohol was better than none. So she calmly and inconspicuously made her way to the back of the store. It wasn't in the front so it had to be... There it is - the vodka. Anyone looking at her would've seen it- the spark that lit up at the sight of vodka. This was it. Celeste could hear the swish of the half gone bottle, smell the smoke of the fire that would likely ensue, and taste the lovely burn of the vodka that went down her throat. All from the sight of the bottle. Tentatively, she reached out a hand and her black nail polished fingers greedily pulled the bottle to her. She tried to keep a calm composure, not to look as look desperate and crazed as she felt inside. It was taking all she had not to down the bottle right then and there. Oh how she needed this.
Time for a drink. After all, her previous buzz had been killed by that disappointing episode, and a few bottles of vodka never hurt anything. Looking around, it appeared that nobody was around to 'lend' her their wallet. Oh well, looked like she'd just have to steal it. Not a big deal, she'd done it a thousand times before, what difference would one more time make? Sighing to herself, she flicked her lighter closed. Walking off to the liquor store, All These Things I Hate by Bullet For My Valentine played in her ears, the black Skull candy headphones blocking out all other sounds. Most people would be more alert walking alone at 10 o'clock at night, but she didn't care. Anyone who tried anything would get one shot, before she either burned them to a crisp or knocked them out.
Finally reaching the store, the bell jingled softly as she pulled the door open and it shut silently behind her. Well, they knew she was here but would they try and stop her? The question remained unanswered as she spotted the alcohol. Wine, tequila, whiskey... It was heaven. Browsing the wines, she didn't even have to fake the interest. Although she was more of a vodka drinker, any alcohol was better than none. So she calmly and inconspicuously made her way to the back of the store. It wasn't in the front so it had to be... There it is - the vodka. Anyone looking at her would've seen it- the spark that lit up at the sight of vodka. This was it. Celeste could hear the swish of the half gone bottle, smell the smoke of the fire that would likely ensue, and taste the lovely burn of the vodka that went down her throat. All from the sight of the bottle. Tentatively, she reached out a hand and her black nail polished fingers greedily pulled the bottle to her. She tried to keep a calm composure, not to look as look desperate and crazed as she felt inside. It was taking all she had not to down the bottle right then and there. Oh how she needed this.
