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Post by COLEE NORAH ACKERMAN on Apr 20, 2010 21:45:31 GMT
A drunken mess would accurately describe Colee at this precise moment. The one night the patients were allowed to go out and have some good clean fun, she went to the clubs and bars with some of her guy friends. Of course, they all found some girls to fuck so she was on her own. It was times like this where she wished she had a girlfriend, because there was always that silly rule where one best friend could never go somewhere without the other. Alone and miserable - though she did not want to admit it - Colee sat down on the front steps of a random person's house.
Her long, brown hair was a mess. It was tangled in knots and the hairspray that once held it up was no longer doing its job. Her eyeliner was smeared and her lips were a rosy red from all the guys she had kissed. Through blurred vision, she stared at her bare legs, which were covered in glitter. Tonight, she had on a a pair of black booty shorts and a laced top with a sliver bra underneath. Skin was exposed, but she did not care. Her feet ached, so she kicked off her heals and left them sitting on the sidewalk. She did not give a fuck if someone tripped over them.
Bored, she leaned back on the steps, her elbows resting on the painted wood. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes from her bikini top and put one in her mouth before she realized that she did not have a lighter. Frustrated, Colee sighed and titled her head back. It was a little too far though and she ended up smacking her head on the step. "Fuck." She muttered to herself, but did not move. She felt like crashing here tonight.
Tag: Alec
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