A dent in your, rep.

[hayleywilliams]

You know those days where everything seems to go wrong, and nothing turns out right in the least? Well this was one of those days that Hayley Nicole was having.

First thing in the morning, she had visited her horse Evanescence, and when she had stepped forth in the stable the little farm boy told her he was in the turn out. This made Hayley furious, but of course she shouted her little lecture and made the boy cry, so she stomped out of the barn with anger in each step. When she spotted Evanescence, he was pastured with another one of her best friends horse's Glory. “What’s he doing in there with him?” Hayley asked herself out loud. Of course no one answered her. Hayley grabbed her horse’s pink halter (even though the black Arab was a stallion) and placed the halter on his head. Hayley patted him, and started heading out when something (and Hayley wasn’t sure what) spooked the horse. He took off the other way, tripping and knocking over Hayley. This wasn’t sooo bad, but Hayley had landed in horse crap. And she was wearing yellow skinny jeans. Hayley stood up and slapped the gate shut, leaving the horse’s halter still attached. She headed back to her car, screaming at the little boy again to get her horse calmed down back in his stall. He didn’t cry, yet laughed and Hayley bolted to her car, and began to yell.

Hayley went home and took a shower, watching re runs of American’s Next top model. “Damn, that one chick…..Takria should have won”. Is all she chanted for the past three and a half hours. All seemed to show an ounce of normal when she heard an odd, yet freighting sound. Then it came to her. “Shit, I never paid my Honda Civic bill”. Of course she had like two other cars, but this car got her places. Places like…the stable? No way she was getting her blazer dirty. She ran outside, only to see a tow truck towing her car. “Hey you freaking bitch un-hook my car” she screamed. And this was their conversation.

“No way.”

“But, But. But..”

“I’m sorry ma’am I’m just doing my job.”

“You’re making me sad inside.”

“good.”

Hayley watched in horror as her baby drove away. Yes, the damn car was now gone. “Craaaap” she bellowed. Then it hit her. Friday night. Club. She know needed to go pick out a sexy outfit, and no way she was coming back come until she got laid.

Hayley jogged to her closet. There was nothing to wear, so she checked under her bed and ALAS! There was her club outfit. The outfit contained, A short mini skit, one yellow foot of a legging and one orange, and a tube tope that that yellow and contained pretty but still sexy zebra striped. She wore plain black flats, & All was good. For now.

This was how she ended up at the club that night, and if you wonder, yes she took the blazer. AND yes the fake ID worked.

“Hi,” she asked the bartender (whom was a good looking dude.) “one drink”. The bartender shook his head.

“I think your at your best, when your sober.”

Hayley slurred, “no just one more.”

Then one turned into three or four.

ooc|| crappy.

[chii]

Haruhi felt daring today… Well, it more like she was daring everyday. But today, however, she decided to try something new; going into a bar. Why? She wanted to see if she could… one) sneak in… and two) investigate the place. Stupid? Maybe. But she was insane… A little? No… a lot. She was on a search for aliens, things out of the ordinary… Perhaps her little fantasies were just glued in her head because of all of those sci-fi books she read growing up. She never really caught on that it wasn’t reality. Oh well.

First, she got a fake ID. What other choice did she have? Next, she had to look the part. What would a twenty-one year old with a cute figure wear? Oh, the idea just poured into her head, and one outfit in the way back of her closet got her attention—a black, tight tank top, a black leather mini skirt worn with a garter belt and fishnet leggings and black boots to finish it off. Lastly, she wore her golden ribbons in her hair. That always had to stay.

So, she marched to the bar, marched in with her fake ID… Everything was running pretty smoothly. As interested as she was, she kept her face serious. She scanned the place… People were dancing, drinking, partying… It wasn’t much different than what she had expected. She wandered to where the beer was obviously being handed out.

She sat down, of course, but didn’t bother to ask for any; if she were going to do that (and she didn’t think she would), she would save it for later. For now, she had to focus. She kept her hazel eyes locked on the people around her, and she let herself become bored… She was always bored with things too easily, wasn’t she? No weird sightings here…

And then, she looked over to see a girl next to her. Why hadn’t she noticed her? She wasn’t sure. But she tilted her head a bit as she watched her. Why was she just wasting herself like that? Hell, she looked a little young to be here… But, Haruhi was too. And this girl looked older then her. So, she kept herself quiet and just looked away. She probably had reasons… and it wasn’t her business anyways.

[hayleywilliams]

Hayley was always a cold hearted rebel. Yea, write. I know, it’s hard to believe, but it’s true. Hayley was momma’s little angel. She’d always listen to them, and do the dishes when she was told. Hayley would never say ‘hold on’ or ‘wait a minute’, like most teenagers back then. She was the role modal of her little cousins, and the one to turn to when life went bad. But no one ever told her how good it felt to get high. How could to felt to get trashed. How good it felt to have sex. Hayley’s curiosity got the better of her, and she tried them. Bam Bam boom. Mommy’s little girl, turned into mommy’s little mistake.

The nose of the club ran through Hayley’s hands, and through out her body. It was the music, mainly. They had been playing rap, and it was no surprise Hayley hated it. She crossed her fingers, trying to listen to something other than trash. Hayley heard people yelling, friends gossiping, and horny men trying to get there fingers on little girls to young for them. She rolled her eyes. The club was such a horrid place, so why was it her scene? Was she such a horrible person? Hayley really did have a heart, she just didn’t want you to know it. The only one who broke through the act she played was Charlie. She could be herself around him. Hayley wanted someone to see past her act to really see how she feels. No one would, or seemed interested.

Hayley noticed a girl walk in the club that caught her attention. She looked like she had some sort of tank top on, it was hard to tell what color it was in the lighting. The neon lights were making Hayley’s thoughts confused, or was it the vodka? Hayley labeled her as soon as she saw the skirt. Could Hayley really talk? Nah. What was with the ribbons? Hayley looked at the girl and burst out laughing.

Her drink tasted better the last time. She took another sip though, and gulped it down. Ya, pretty hardcore. Should Hayley go dance? She most certainly should. When Hayley started getting up she sat down almost instantly. She couldn’t dance, Hayley wasn’t even drunk yet. Was she? She moved her bags to the opposite side of her hair, laughing at the ribbons once more. She didn’t like her bangs on the particular side so she let them hang where they should be.

Hayley took another sip and decided to chat. “You look like a character out of a video game.” She pointed, and laughed as if the girl was some kind of clown, or joke. “Hey, I’m Hayles..Hayley.” She slurred holding out her hand, though sticky from spilt vodka. “And you look about ten. Why the hell are you here?

[chii]

Haruhi peek up at the girl, laughing away... Usually, she would have freaked out, try to swing a good punch, scream a little... Not today. She decied to keep herself calm for now... What else was there to do? Why waste energy on a girl like her? She gave her an unamused glare as she let out the slightest sigh. So was if she had tow golden ribbons in her hair? Big whoop. She had always worn them and no one seemed to care at all. Maybe this girl got a kick out of it because she was wasted.

Haruhi scowled a bit and let her eyes wander away from the girl, foling her arms. Stay calm, she told herself, biting her lower lip. This girl really wasn't worth it... Finally, she let herself speak at the gir's last comment. "Actually, I'm sixteen, thanks, and why I'm here is none of your buisness." Her voice stayed somewhat calm, to her relief, but it had that icy, bitter tone that she used when she was really irritated or really hated someone... She let out a slight sigh.

After a moment, she finally looked back at the girl... Hayley, right? Ah, americans... Some really were jerks. She pondered for a moment, looking the girl over. Even though she had already decided to just forget about Hayley, she still couldn't help but wonder about what it was that had totally screwed this girl up... It had to be something bad... maybe interesting. No, don't ask... she told herself, looking away again. I've already had enough of her. Besides, all she'll do is pick at me... the jerk...

[hayleywilliams]

After a moment, she finally looked back at the girl... Hayley, right? Ah, americans... Some really were jerks. She pondered for a moment, looking the girl over. Even though she had already decided to just forget about Hayley, she still couldn't help but wonder about what it was that had totally screwed this girl up... It had to be something bad... maybe interesting. No, don't ask... she told herself, looking away again. I've already had enough of her. Besides, all she'll do is pick at me... the jerk...

Hayley looked at Haruhi, as she laughed. She yawned, and went back to giggling until she clenched her side. It hurt, now. Was she dyeing? No. Hayley convinced herself it was normal for you not to be able to breath when you were laughing, especially that hard and to calm the hell down. It worked, and Hayley ordered another drink. The bartender shook his head, and gave her a shot glass. “We have a drink limit ma’am and you passed it two drinks ago.”

Hayley crossed her arms when the girl scowled. “Excuse me? I sure enough just didn’t see you scowl at me bitch. Go back to Zelda, and return those ribbons back to the dollar store. It’s not nice to steal things, even when you can’t afford it.” . Hayley nodded agreeing to what she had just said. “I’m nineteen baby. Get your ass out of here hon. I don’t care if you can’t go to the senior prom baby, your shouldn’t be here baby, you dig.” Hayley gave the girl a shove from the shoulder, though it was an attempt to get Hayley to catch her balance. She rubbed her head. “Baby, your making my head spinnn…Stttttooppppp ittttttt.” She pleaded.

Hayley gave the girl a stare.


And another one.

Until she decided to spice the girl up. “Ever been laid, hoe?”

[annie]

can i reply here?

[hayleywilliams]

Sure =]

[chii]

Haruhi watched as Hayley tried to get some more drinks... Interesting, was she really that addicted? she tried not the think much of it and sighed as she started talking crazy. Two drink to many? Damn. Amazing what it could do to a person, wasn't it? She let herself look away, but couldn't jump but jump slightly at the girl's shouve; what the hell was that for? Oh well...

As Hayley tried to complain that her head was pinning, Haruhi was tempted to make a comment ot two about how stupid she was acting.... But, the drugs had a little of the blame, though. And that triggered a new thought--what did she act like when she was sober? Ugg, she didn't even want to know... She turned her head and saw her staring... so she stared back... And she stared bak again.

And then, Hayley let out a question that Haruhi never would have asked anyone herself. "Laid? she repeated, and the definition struck her like lightning as soon as it slip past her lips. She scowled slightly... She already had a gut feeling that Hayley had... Being honest, she shook her head slightly. "No. And I don't plan on it anytime soon," she replied sternly, and she looked away again, expecting laugher or another shove or... whatever it was that Hayley had planned for next...

[hayleywilliams]

Hayley downed the shot, and winked. She never wanted to believe she was alcoholic. Couldn’t a girl have one or ten to many drinks every time she went clubbing and not be? She knew in her heart, she was. Hayley had been trying to stop drugs, but instead just washed away her pain with cold hearted vodka. It made the problem worse, it always did.

“Ha-Ha, fucking…” Hayley wasn’t sure what she was saying so she stopped before she got nasty. ”Your just..” Hayley tried to think of something to say. What could she say? She shrugged it off, and giggled. ”Jealous I was in a band and I was faaaammmmooouuuusssss.” Hayley practically screamed the words. She felt good, but she knew in a few hours she’d be on her knees pucking in the bathroom screaming for help, and no one would be there.

“Yea, getting laid. What did you think I said. Getting PAID r-o-f-l. Who would pay someone out of a video game?” Hayley stood up, and this time she fell on her knees. ”Ouucchhh” Hayley rubbed her head, where she bumped it on the counter. She didn’t bother getting up, though. Hayley knew shed’ fall down again. Kind of like life? You get up, and you fall down again. And again. Till it kiss you. Hayley burst out in a laughing bit. Who wouldn’t want to get laid?

[annie]

The girl sighed, the fake ID was in the pocket of her jacket, not like she’d actually need it anyways. People around these parts never gave her a second glance, despite missing the drinking age by four years. Not like those four years would really have made much of a difference, she had been drinking now for, what , over two or three years. Rolling her eyes at the thought she slowly moved towards the entrance of the club door, it had been a while since she had been in the club, now thinking back maybe she had never been in the club before, but whatever. She had heard the club was high in the eyes of other people, good drinks and never carded people too much, always good for underage drinking. Walking in, she felt the stares of two other people, she returned them, a glare and sense of hatred in her own eyes that made them drop their gaze. Yea, she had decided to dress up for a little change, big fuckin’ deal.

She was currently sporting a pair of tight jeans, lowest rise, displaying her nice ass, surprising for her small weight. On her torso she was wearing a tight red tank, over that a black coat. It was nothing major, but the clothing articles weren’t covered in mysterious stains and didn’t have holes in them. Wandering over to the bar she glanced around, no one she really cared to talk to or even worth her time really. Ordering up a straight shot of vodka she downed it then turned to face the rest of the club, smiling slightly at the fact she hadn’t even been carded, and the bartender hadn’t even really noticed her age. Dark eyes wandered over the crowd of idiots, falling on a familiar head of hair. A smile rose up on her features, apparently Hay had the same idea to come. Standing she wandered over towards the wannabe, catching the tail end of her sentence. Rolling her eyes the teen gave a slight smile, ingoing the Barbie doll on the other side of the druggie.

So Hay, after all this time you’re still the broken down wannabe has-been that you were when I left. God, how fucking pathetic, shit, I kinda figured your had ODed or something.

Waiting for a reply, Hay was usually a little slow on the measly comebacks, she ordered up another shot, this time a shot of tequila. Watching she rolled her eyes as the drunken ass fell to the floor, maybe it had been a mistake to walked over here, seeing as the carrot head appeared to have lost what little brains she had. Downing the shot glass, she left it on the table, watching the older teen on the ground with an odd amused look on her features. Thinking about ordering another shot, she decided to wait till later, at least until Hay was gone.

Wow, you’re even more pathetic then I thought. What the fuck is wrong with you? Oh wait, I forgot….everything is wrong with you.

Rolling her eyes once more she returned to the bar and ordered another drink, downing that she started to feel the effects of it, but it was nothing. She hadn’t ever been so bad like Hay, except the first few times she had been out drinking, since then it had taken a lot to get her truly drunk.

[josieseyekandy]

rolling my eyes, and grabbed my drink off the counter and turned my back to the guy who had just tried to hit on me. Tried, being the key word, not succeeded. Having your ass slapped when you were shit faced starts to lose its charm, especially when said guy cant even say the word 'hey' without slurring his words. I moved to another part of the bar, where there were absolutly no guys. Brushing back layered blonde hair. i looked around, brown eyes scanning the area around me, taking a drink of my liquor, the tipsy feeling started to upgrade. I looked down at her drink, and sighed. Peppermint schnaupps was starting to lose its friendship with my stomach. But i would live. I just needed something different. I finished the drink in a gulp and ordered some watermelon bacardi- something sweeter for taste buds, and more soothing for my stomach. I eyed the glass mirror by the bar, studying my appearance, smiling. If it wasnt just me, i looked FINE Tonight. I was wearing low-rise, light blue jeans, the ones without the back pockets, and a white half shirt. Together they eyposed my apple bottom, big bust, and my toned flat stomach, the shiny silver belly button piercing. i suddenly realised why the guy tried his best to hit on me, and why all these guys were giving me looks. Not bad looks, oh goodness no, but looks as if they were like all the other sex-driven men i had met. But part of my problem was that i was a sex addict as well, and i usually gave in, so the few times i say no i end up getting hurt. Yes, phisically hurt. Its suprising how violent a man can be when he's rejected.


My eyes stopped at two girls- and they looked like they were having a bit of a dispute. One was obviously drunk out of her mind, and the other looked like she had never seen alcohol in her life. It was a fun crowd they had here. I laughed, and used my tongue to toy with its piercing as i watched, amused. I giggled as the older one fell on the floor. yep, she was gone. trashed. I wasnt to that state yet, but you had to take it into consideration that i was high off my rocker, even though my eyes didnt show it, thanks to the stoners eye drops i got from a... reliable source, so everything made me giggle.

But i stopped abruptly as another girl approached, an obvious snot. She was talking to the drunk chick on the floor. I decided to get up and walk a little closer, pretending to have a conversation with a nearby guy to hear what she had to say. Snots always made me mad, and i wanted to hear what this girl had to say. I shook my head in fury as i listened. Finally i opened my mouth to speak. Oh, boo! I hissed, handing my drink to a nearby worker, before facing her. Talk about pathetic! What, you think youre soo cool dissing on a girl not even conscious enough to stand? I challenged, but i didnt give her time to answer. If you were real hot shit, you would talk your crap when she was sober, and at least she could defend herself. I dont know you and i really dont want to, i usually try to stay away from piece of shit snots like yourself but really, c'mon, hot stuff, you honestly think this makes you look tuff? I finshed, my brown eyes DARING Her to start something with me. I was a skilled fighter, and i knew i could lay this girl out if it came down to it.

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[josieseyekandy]

{{{No disrespect against you or nothin. Nyxies just being... Nyxie xDDD))