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Post by HOLLOWAY MARIE JONES on Apr 13, 2010 16:55:51 GMT
Damn what a hella rough day. Honestly how much did these idiots think seventeen year olds could take? If Holloway would have had to sit in that damn room any longer she would have thrown a chair at someone for gods sake. The girl marched swiftly out of the group therapy room in slippers, sweats, and a large tshirt. She looked like utter shit. It was a damn good thing that she didn't run into anyone she happened to have feelings for. Hell it was a good thing she didn't run into anyone cute! Bad moods made for good sex, and an outfit like hers just about would have made sure there would be no sex for her. Holloway moved quickly down the hall and into her dorm room to change and get ready for her day. Shit ... the day was just about over. No matter, there was still time to get drunk and have some fun. It was interesting how the staff here had managed to make sure no one killed themselves, but the obnoxious drinking and smoking was still acceptable. Wasn't that .. illegal? Let alone frowned upon. Odd. Whatever. As Holloway entered her room she managed to rip off her clothes before the door even closed. What the hell was the rush anyways. Well I guess there really was no rush, she just didn't want to be scene in those clothes any longer. Holloway let her worn clothes lay in a mess on the floor as she walked over to her dresser, wearing absolutely nothing.
Lets see. What to wear, what to wear. Holloway opened the underclothes drawer first, pulling out a zebra patterned bra and a similar pair of underwear. The girl slid her lean legs into the underwear and pulled them up before snapping the bra tight around her chest and securing it in place. She didn't need her obnoxiously large breasts getting in the way of her fun tonight. Okay, so that drawer was done. On to the next one down, the shirts. Holloway stared at the drawer full of neatly folded pieces of fabric before settling for a black top with a twisted neckline. Gorgeous. It really made her figure look slim, not that she was fat or anything. She was just short, and short girls always looked a bit bigger then tall girls. Satisfied, Holloway moved down a drawer and pulled out a pair of dark blue skinny jeans that would go perfectly with this whole mess of beauty. It would especially frame her ass, just in case boys happened to be involved in the night. Holloway smiled at herself in front of a full body mirror she had in her room before walking into the bathroom to put on her face. Okay, foundation. Check. Fake lashes and mascara. Check. Lip gloss. Check. And hair. The girl brushed her hair down, letting the dark brown locks hand past her breasts in perfectly straight pieces. Her bangs swooped perfectly across her face, but not quite covering her eyes. The girl sprayed a bit of Dior perfume before stepping into a pair of pumps and walking to the door of her dorm. Beer. She needed beer. Holloway looked like she was going out for a night on the town. Too bad she was just walking through the fucking asylum she happened to be sent to. So lame.
-hours later-
Shit. Where the hell had the time gone. Holloway looked down at her phone and read that it was 1:30am. She giggled to herself as she stumbled down the hall, attempting to text and walk at the same time. She wasn't a ditz. The girl had the ability to multitask, but she just so happened to be drunk at the moment. Yeah, there was a bit of an imparment in her judgement and abaility to move around normally. It didn't help at all that she wore heals. Holloway finished her text and slid her phone into her pocket before taking out a cig and lighting it. Puff puff, no pass. Oh shit, after math. Holloway gagged for a moment before pushing open the rest room door and walking face first into the most gorgeous guy she had seen all day. Braydin, she seemed to recall was his name. There went that feeling of being sick. "Hey hottstuff." She smirked and took another puff of her cig.
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