Take a chill pill. A literal one.

[dani]

Danielle listened to the pounding beat of the music smiling softly. She was feeling stable for once. She felt the craving but not the overwhelming need. She hugged her knees as she sat in the booth. The room was so hot she had her sleeves pulled up past her elbows, showing track marks to anyone who was willing to look. She was nervous as heck to begin with and for once forgot about the scars.

She just nodded her head to the beat and occasionally dropping a hand to yank up her soda and sip at it. She was glad she didn’t have the migraine today or she couldn’t have come but she didn’t know anyone here in town so she lacked the nerve to get up and dance. This was an excuse to be away from her Aunt but she didn’t have the courage to show off to anyone. She just danced in her mind and watched everyone else sway.

For now she was happy though. It was hard not to be when you were immersed in the scene that brought such comfort. She missed the clubs, it was here she had done most of her heavy drugs but it was also here no one judged her. She was just another chick, druggie or not. She just relaxed here forgetting about her scars, her piercings, and life in general. She was safe for now who cared.

[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 an equally tight fitting red tank, ribbed it clung to her skinny frame. but hid the bony ribs from sight. Over this she wore a black jacket, hands stuffed into each of the pockets. The smooth iron of cold metal brushing against her right, something she had forgotten about, the hand gun. Curling her fingers around the cool metal she gave a slightly inward smile, the idea of fear and terror crossed her thoughts. She had developed the habit of carrying it everywhere, no she wasn't scared, the teen just liked the weight of it in her pocket, the coolness of the iron handle on her skin. Giving a soft sigh was walked towards the bar, a smile playing with her lips, she'd pull off the ID thing real easily.

Leaning upon the stained wooden counter she ordered up a shot of gin mixed with a shot of vodka. The bartender gave her a slight stare, but mixed up the poison anyways, her own stare dashing out any words he may have been thinking. Taking the powerful drink she quickly downed it in a gulp, no novice to the pains of drinking, it took a lot to get her truly hammered. Leaning back on the counter she surveyed the place, eyes taking in all the important details, but none of the shit. She caught a glimpse of a man staring at her, but ignored him, he was worthless. There was nothing else that really caught her eye, she she returned to the bar. Choosing to ignore the man she ordered another shot glass, mixed with the two drinks, wouldn't feel the effects for at least a few more of them. The teen wouldn't be completely hammered until she had downed her tenth, but she usually never got that far. Glancing around again she noticed a girl sitting in a booth, hugging her knees. The shit looked scared out of her mind, as if the club was a dangerous place, a place she shouldn't be in. Sighing the teen downed another drink and waited.

[dani]

Danielle just stared across the floor in curiosity and thought. She wanted to dance, everything in her told her so but she didn’t trust her legs with the shakes she had been going through. Her eyes traced people she found interesting, some red head dancing on the floor in a very loud shirt, a cute guy wandering aimlessly, probably looking for his next partner, and finally she noticed the girl staring at her at the bar. Instinctively she tugged one of her sleeves down and stood. She almost wanted to just take off but her pride was too much. So she darted her eyes back to the dance floor and stood, she needed a drink to calm her nerves anyways.

Sliding to the bar she pulled up the stool next to the previously staring blond. She nodded to the bar tender and spoke calmly. ”Sex on the beach.” he asked for her card and she brought out a very convincing fake ID. He looked it over, nodded, and turned around. The id was for another state so it was harder for most people to judge the legitimacy of it but it worked. She stuck it back into her back pocket and glanced over to the blonde again. She was a pretty girl, enough to shoot a string of jealousy from her pretty auburn head right down into her knock off brand shoes. Once again she tugged at her sleeves pulling them over the scars that she tried so desperately to hide. Oh well if someone had seen them it was life, they would avoid her, she would get over it.

She turned her head back to the bar as she tried to figure out if she should talk to the blonde or not. Her eyes studied a bottle of Grey Goose vodka far too hard as she tried to hide her thought process from the girl beside her. Finally she looked over at her drink and decided it was something she could start with, hoping she didn’t sound like she was making a come on she spoke out loud enough to be heard over the pounding base and the overpowering voice that came through the speakers on the floor. ”Hay, what are you drinking?” it wasn’t a brilliant way to open up conversation but it would hopefully work enough to get something started, she hated being alone at places like this.

[annie]

Not surprising the teen let out a sigh, it was almost like a signature trademark of hers. It let others know that she was really not concerned with what ever they may be doing, nor was she afraid of what they might do. It may be taken as thingyy or overly confident, and maybe she was. The teen had no true reason to fear or be concerned by anyone in the bar, no one was out to get her, no one after her blood. She was at home in the loud and rough bar, it was how she had been raised, among the loudest of the loud, the fearless and the drunk. She had been raised to be dangerous and wild, uncontrollable and free, no one had ever tightened the rope too tight, no one had ever the guts to make her behave. So she was here, a minor drinking a powerful potent in a bar. Her attention was taken away from thoughts as a brunette sat on the stood beside her, glancing over at the other girl she rolled her eyes. It had been the one she was watching earlier, the scared shitless kid, the kid who didn’t belong in the bar.

As the other girl ordered up a drink, well at least she knew her alcohol, the teen ordered up another shot of her powerful mix. The bartender didn’t bother with the ID check, he knew she was illegal, but let it slid. She had once held a knife to his throat when he had asked her to leave the bar, never again did he ask for her ID, even if it was fake. At seventeen she was four year under the legal drinking age, but had been drinking for nearly two years, so it wasn’t anything new to her. Rolling up the sleeves of the black jacket she carelessly revealed the scars on her thin arms, used to the stares she go for the ink of her left hand it was nothing new. Outlined in a deep black shade the creature was a true work of art, it had taken nearly ten hours to complete. The bright crimson dragon spiraled upwards towards her arm, it’s body looping lazily around her thin wrist. Her whole body was thin, not just her hands nor her arms as some people were built, but her thinness was not caused by a genetic trait. Weighing in at a slight ninety-five pounds, she was underweight and underfed. Usual nights she was up till three or four, waking up no later then ten as she had to ride and attend to the possible wounds she may have acquired. She had no real job, no source of income , so food was usually last on her list of priorities.

Hearing the other girl speak the teen turned towards her, the question odd, but maybe the chick would prove her self worthy of something, but she seriously doubted it. Her drink was not something she usually shared, many too soft to handle the surprise of shut a powerful distasteful mix. Swirling the liquid in the shot glass she gave a slight smile, not like anyone in here would be taking notes if she did decide to talk to the brunette.

Half gin, half vodka, surprise you much?

[dani]

Unlike the blonde who had been staring she was not at home in bars. Clubs yes but this was new. She wasn’t used to everything being so sharp, so defined. It almost hurt to stare at the world with out her beloved fix. She felt her hand shutter at the mere memories and she say her drink down pretending that it was for no reason other to save it. It was odd to receive a drink and not take a sip but it would have to wait until the spasms in her hand passed. Her eyes observed the other a moment and she glanced down to the drink. Honestly she was impressed. Dani had never been one for straight shots, unless it was light and slightly sweet. No really sweet crap unless it was a melon ball but that was mixed. No when it came to straight shots she liked her Hypnotic and nothing else. ”Don’t think I could handle that. I will stick with my bitch drinks.” she said offhandedly.

She finally decided she was ok to drink and as if to prove her point she lifted her glass and took a slow swig of the drink. She loved how it warmed the body and soothed the mind. Maybe it wasn’t good she had turned to booze to solve her drug problem but the girl had a horridly addictive personality. She also was used to the companionship of her ‘family’ back home and was trapped here alone in a world she didn’t know. Her eyes did, as probably expected, dropped to the tattoo and she stared in wonder and awe at it. She was a massive fan of the body art but too cheep, and scared, to really look into much herself. Her one tattoo had been while she was high as had her piercing, though she hated the piercing she was just too big a chicken to remove them. To inspire confidence she took another swig and lifted her free hand towards this interesting woman.

”People back home called me salt.” She waited, hoping the girl would just take it. She gave the blonde an old nickname, something to keep her happy for a while. It was nothing too important so if she needed to avoid her the girl couldn’t find her easy. After all who went by last names anymore. Her aunt and uncle didn’t even share her last name so it was a no harm no foul situation. She just waited holding her drink in one hand and her other hand waiting in the abyss. Just like the other girl, what did she have to lose. The only people that really knew her were the ones in the ring when she had taken some pretty stupid falls. It wasn’t Houdini’s fault the horse was amazing, despite her fear for every other creature with hooves, he was ok. She liked him enough to keep coming back to the stables and to not take off which meant she was stuck in this Podunk little crappy town. She might as well attempt to know someone.