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Another day of constant beeping as she pushed groceries over the scanner had finally come to an end. Alice made her way through the crowd and into the ladies room. Shuffling through her pockets her hands finally found the treasure they had been searching for - good ole booger sugar. Placing it on the counter she let out a loud ground and rubbed her eyes. Today really took a toll on her, not that anything crazy in particular happened, she just wasn't a big fan of working at the co-op. The upside was she got free groceries, that she clearly wasn't eating as she was a very thin girl, but it helped when she was barely scraping by out here. Her parents were constantly worried and trying to get her to move back to rural mid-west America, but that wasn't gonna happen. Alice knew one day she'd make it, but for now...she was a tired girl working at a local organic store and needed a pick me up.
Opening the bag, Alice dipped her pinky into it and raised her it up to her nose. The instant rush from the inhale was always the best part of her day. In her best attempt at telling herself she wasn't an addict, Alice refused to do anything during office hours. But the moment she was out of that grocery store, her brain was kick-started by the ever so enjoyable white powder that kept most of the night life up into the early...or late hours of the morning. Depends really what your own schedule is. She looked back in the mirror and smiled slightly, brushing her fingers through her hair that clearly was rarely brushed, but the grunge look suited her.
Today she was wearing a black tanktop, a long sleeved blue mesh shirt over it, both tucked into a black jean skirt. Black stockings and some very worn off brand grey boots finished the outfit. Her outfits looked like she just woke up and grabbed whatever was closest to her, and honestly...you wouldn't be wrong to assume that. Alice basically brought a single trash-bag full of clothes with here, and was lucky enough to have a mattress already in the room she was renting. Everything in her life was slowly coming together, she loved hand-me-downs, and took flyers from the walls of venues to decorate her own bedroom walls. She felt she didn't really need much at the moment, but was never against accepting anything. Especially clothes, Alice had her own style and rocked it well, so if you ever had clothes to spare or wanted to spend a day thrifting, she was the one to get up with.
As she began to dip for a second round the door swung open and it was one of her favorite faces. "Darcy!!" Alice squealed, leaving the baggie on the counter and wrapping her arms around her female companion. "You came at the right time..." Alice doubled back, grabbing the baggie and wiggling it as a mischievous smile graced her face. Handing it off, Alice pulled herself onto the counter next to the sink and turned putting her feet into it and looking in the mirror. "What do you think...should I cut my hair? My boss today was saying that some customer found a piece of it in their bag....like just gag me..." Turning her head side to side she examined herself and looked back at her friend as she herself was indulging in the sweet sugar, Alice accepted the package back once offered and did another round herself.
"What do you think? I got this from uh.....Toby. Friend of my roommates, I kinda like this shit more. Feel like it lasts longer..." Oh yeah, it was kicking in, the usually silent girl was starting to ramble on. "Hey man, feel like I haven't seen you in a while...what have you been up to? Here, take another one". You'd think for the girl who was barely making it by to be more conservative of her drugs but in her mind Sharing is Caring and It always comes back around. Two of her famous catchphrases.
Opening the bag, Alice dipped her pinky into it and raised her it up to her nose. The instant rush from the inhale was always the best part of her day. In her best attempt at telling herself she wasn't an addict, Alice refused to do anything during office hours. But the moment she was out of that grocery store, her brain was kick-started by the ever so enjoyable white powder that kept most of the night life up into the early...or late hours of the morning. Depends really what your own schedule is. She looked back in the mirror and smiled slightly, brushing her fingers through her hair that clearly was rarely brushed, but the grunge look suited her.
Today she was wearing a black tanktop, a long sleeved blue mesh shirt over it, both tucked into a black jean skirt. Black stockings and some very worn off brand grey boots finished the outfit. Her outfits looked like she just woke up and grabbed whatever was closest to her, and honestly...you wouldn't be wrong to assume that. Alice basically brought a single trash-bag full of clothes with here, and was lucky enough to have a mattress already in the room she was renting. Everything in her life was slowly coming together, she loved hand-me-downs, and took flyers from the walls of venues to decorate her own bedroom walls. She felt she didn't really need much at the moment, but was never against accepting anything. Especially clothes, Alice had her own style and rocked it well, so if you ever had clothes to spare or wanted to spend a day thrifting, she was the one to get up with.
As she began to dip for a second round the door swung open and it was one of her favorite faces. "Darcy!!" Alice squealed, leaving the baggie on the counter and wrapping her arms around her female companion. "You came at the right time..." Alice doubled back, grabbing the baggie and wiggling it as a mischievous smile graced her face. Handing it off, Alice pulled herself onto the counter next to the sink and turned putting her feet into it and looking in the mirror. "What do you think...should I cut my hair? My boss today was saying that some customer found a piece of it in their bag....like just gag me..." Turning her head side to side she examined herself and looked back at her friend as she herself was indulging in the sweet sugar, Alice accepted the package back once offered and did another round herself.
"What do you think? I got this from uh.....Toby. Friend of my roommates, I kinda like this shit more. Feel like it lasts longer..." Oh yeah, it was kicking in, the usually silent girl was starting to ramble on. "Hey man, feel like I haven't seen you in a while...what have you been up to? Here, take another one". You'd think for the girl who was barely making it by to be more conservative of her drugs but in her mind Sharing is Caring and It always comes back around. Two of her famous catchphrases.
It was another splendid day in the neighborhood. Actually, a rather productive one at that. New shows were scheduled, liquor and beer order had been submitted, books looked great - it was a cause for celebration! Bennett was truly in high spirits and he rode that high all the way into the late afternoon. The radio was on in the background and after the short commercial break "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" started to play. "No way! Choice man!" Bennett exclaimed, turning the volume dial up and returning back to the mirror to prefect his voluminous hair. He bobbed and hummed along to the song - smoothing his hair back gently and making sure every strand was in place before revealing himself to the world. The song was truly adding more glory to his day, his foot tapped and he couldn't help but stare at his own reflection as he danced around and gave one last comb over on his hair before spinning around on his heel and heading downstairs.
Bennett clamored down the stairs into his office, locking the door to his loft behind him and then again the door to the office as he exited it. Heading towards the front door of The Palace, the child his parents so proudly funded, Bennett stopped for a moment and looked to towards the bar. He had yet to have anything today and deserved a small pregame before beginning his night. The good thing about owning your own bar was not having to pay for anything, so with that logic Bennett proceeded to throw back a double of Jack Daniels and chug a Highlife. A burp erupted from his chest as he hopped back over the bar and headed out the front door onto the city streets.
The sirens were the first thing that caught his attention as he made his way down the street, next would be the sight of them. "What the hell happened here?" Bennett commented aloud, a random pedestrian filled him in on the dead girl that laid before them. "Bummer man...." Before he let the fear of human mortality cling into his mind - Bennett remembered he needed to celebrate his day. Probably take an extra shot for the poor girl too. Lighting up a spliff, Bennett quickly made his way away from the scene and knew exactly where to head - The Pit. He strutted past the line that was formed outside, a real regular move, raising his hand up in the air as he saw his part time employee. "YO RIG MY MAAAAN! Don't forget, need ya this weekend. Big show, presales looking great!" He winked and strolled on into the bar with no second thought. Rig probably wasn't his biggest fan, but hey Bennett was known to pay big. As soon as he stepped into the bar his eyes looked through the sea of faces and spotted the few he knew. Bingo.
Whether you wanted to know the man or not, Bennett was gonna make his name known. Purely for business reasons, as you never know what connections someone else may have. Bennett's name wasn't exactly thrown in the dirt, but he was known for being full of himself, hey at least he covered the bar tabs and drugs. Clapping his hands down on the shoulders of the man in front of him, Bennett yelled at the bartender "Lets get another round over here for this man, and my usual!!" Bennett moved himself to Kip's right after making his demands and leaned on the bar. "Damn man, how ya been? WHERE have ya been for that matter? You would not-" A young sharp jawed blonde bartender dressed up in tight black leather pants and a corset to match waltzed over placing another round in front of Jed and a Highlife and shot of whiskey for Bennett.
"I'm assuming I'm starting you a tab, Bennyboy?"
Bennett reached over the bar and gently grabbed her hand, kissing the back of it and winking in unison "You know it doll, put his on mine too of course and uhh..... don't fucking call me Bennyboy". His face dropped and he winked again, she rolled her eyes and moved onto the next patron. Bennett turned his body to Kip and scanned the area "Damn man, hook up with a girl and they think they can give ya pet names....anyways...tell me about your trip". His eyes locked with Jed's for a moment and he nodded at him giving a toothy grin before scanning the rest of the bar - "Ahhhh damn Lolly is here with one of her suitors again....damn that girl...." He, like many, had a huge sweet spot for that fine specimen of a woman. The constant denial didn't deter him though, a plan began to formulate in his brain for how to try and woo her....yet again....tonight. Just call him Johnny Bravo at this point, it was getting kinda sad.
Bennett clamored down the stairs into his office, locking the door to his loft behind him and then again the door to the office as he exited it. Heading towards the front door of The Palace, the child his parents so proudly funded, Bennett stopped for a moment and looked to towards the bar. He had yet to have anything today and deserved a small pregame before beginning his night. The good thing about owning your own bar was not having to pay for anything, so with that logic Bennett proceeded to throw back a double of Jack Daniels and chug a Highlife. A burp erupted from his chest as he hopped back over the bar and headed out the front door onto the city streets.
The sirens were the first thing that caught his attention as he made his way down the street, next would be the sight of them. "What the hell happened here?" Bennett commented aloud, a random pedestrian filled him in on the dead girl that laid before them. "Bummer man...." Before he let the fear of human mortality cling into his mind - Bennett remembered he needed to celebrate his day. Probably take an extra shot for the poor girl too. Lighting up a spliff, Bennett quickly made his way away from the scene and knew exactly where to head - The Pit. He strutted past the line that was formed outside, a real regular move, raising his hand up in the air as he saw his part time employee. "YO RIG MY MAAAAN! Don't forget, need ya this weekend. Big show, presales looking great!" He winked and strolled on into the bar with no second thought. Rig probably wasn't his biggest fan, but hey Bennett was known to pay big. As soon as he stepped into the bar his eyes looked through the sea of faces and spotted the few he knew. Bingo.
Whether you wanted to know the man or not, Bennett was gonna make his name known. Purely for business reasons, as you never know what connections someone else may have. Bennett's name wasn't exactly thrown in the dirt, but he was known for being full of himself, hey at least he covered the bar tabs and drugs. Clapping his hands down on the shoulders of the man in front of him, Bennett yelled at the bartender "Lets get another round over here for this man, and my usual!!" Bennett moved himself to Kip's right after making his demands and leaned on the bar. "Damn man, how ya been? WHERE have ya been for that matter? You would not-" A young sharp jawed blonde bartender dressed up in tight black leather pants and a corset to match waltzed over placing another round in front of Jed and a Highlife and shot of whiskey for Bennett.
"I'm assuming I'm starting you a tab, Bennyboy?"
Bennett reached over the bar and gently grabbed her hand, kissing the back of it and winking in unison "You know it doll, put his on mine too of course and uhh..... don't fucking call me Bennyboy". His face dropped and he winked again, she rolled her eyes and moved onto the next patron. Bennett turned his body to Kip and scanned the area "Damn man, hook up with a girl and they think they can give ya pet names....anyways...tell me about your trip". His eyes locked with Jed's for a moment and he nodded at him giving a toothy grin before scanning the rest of the bar - "Ahhhh damn Lolly is here with one of her suitors again....damn that girl...." He, like many, had a huge sweet spot for that fine specimen of a woman. The constant denial didn't deter him though, a plan began to formulate in his brain for how to try and woo her....yet again....tonight. Just call him Johnny Bravo at this point, it was getting kinda sad.
Fūton.
Katon.
Doton
灼遁 - Shakuton - Scorch Style
Suiton.
