Post by Sumiko Airi Sato on Mar 26, 2009 0:04:40 GMT -5
DESTINYemmalineWHITNEY
>>twetny>>loud>>crazy
rated r for language
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Dee-Dee brought her hand up to her head, already feeling the side-effects of one too many drinks from the night before. The one thing about partying she couldn't stand was the hang overs. They were always so bad, almost made her want to give up the partying..Almost. Since coming on tour with Keep It Caroline, partying and performing was all she ever did. Some would think that would get tiring, but not Dee-Dee, or really anyone else she hung out with during those wild crazy nights. Before her life was school on the weekday and party on the weekend. Never before had she just partied non-stop the way things seemed to be around here. Sure there was the practices the band called, but even those were like mini-parties, but with work. This was the last thing that her mother would want her to do, but as long as she didn't find out, it didn't hurt anyone. Or get pregnant, that would be very bad...
Dee-Dee shoved the covers off her practially naked self. She had a slim memory of actually stripping down to her bra and underwear. Most of her memory of the night before was bit on the fuzzy side, but considerably more clear then other nights. Most of what she did remember was her sitting in a large circle with other party-goers, playing one drinking game after another. She also remembered someone telling her that she'd probably had too many drinks. That she could easily believe. She always did. While she had a somewhat clear memory of slipping into bed, she had absolutely no idea how she had been returned to where she was staying. What she did know was that she didn't drive, and she only knew that because she didn't have a car at present, what with being on tour and all. Though she was a party hard person, Dee-Dee wasn't a slut. She didn't just go around sleeping with guys she didn't know, or even those she did know. There were only one or two that she actually slept around with, if at all.
She moved completely out of the bed, grabbed the advil that was on her bedside desk, and swallowed it. She made her way to the bathroom, planning to take a quick shower before heading down to get coffee, which she really needed. The shower was quick, more to wake her up then anything. She dressed in her sweats, not really feeling up to actually getting dressed dressed at present. Slipping on her flip flops, Dee-Dee grabbed her keys, put on her sun-glasses, and left the room. She paid very little attention to her surroundings as she made her way over to starbucks, a place she was becoming ever so addicted too. Walking in she ordered coffee, black. Strange for her, but all she needed was something very strong to help with the hang over. As she waited for her order to come up, Dee-Dee turned to watch the people coming in. Or at least that was how the others in the store saw it with her sun glasses on to cover up the fact that she had her eyes closed rather tightly.
>>twetny>>loud>>crazy
rated r for language
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Dee-Dee brought her hand up to her head, already feeling the side-effects of one too many drinks from the night before. The one thing about partying she couldn't stand was the hang overs. They were always so bad, almost made her want to give up the partying..Almost. Since coming on tour with Keep It Caroline, partying and performing was all she ever did. Some would think that would get tiring, but not Dee-Dee, or really anyone else she hung out with during those wild crazy nights. Before her life was school on the weekday and party on the weekend. Never before had she just partied non-stop the way things seemed to be around here. Sure there was the practices the band called, but even those were like mini-parties, but with work. This was the last thing that her mother would want her to do, but as long as she didn't find out, it didn't hurt anyone. Or get pregnant, that would be very bad...
Dee-Dee shoved the covers off her practially naked self. She had a slim memory of actually stripping down to her bra and underwear. Most of her memory of the night before was bit on the fuzzy side, but considerably more clear then other nights. Most of what she did remember was her sitting in a large circle with other party-goers, playing one drinking game after another. She also remembered someone telling her that she'd probably had too many drinks. That she could easily believe. She always did. While she had a somewhat clear memory of slipping into bed, she had absolutely no idea how she had been returned to where she was staying. What she did know was that she didn't drive, and she only knew that because she didn't have a car at present, what with being on tour and all. Though she was a party hard person, Dee-Dee wasn't a slut. She didn't just go around sleeping with guys she didn't know, or even those she did know. There were only one or two that she actually slept around with, if at all.
She moved completely out of the bed, grabbed the advil that was on her bedside desk, and swallowed it. She made her way to the bathroom, planning to take a quick shower before heading down to get coffee, which she really needed. The shower was quick, more to wake her up then anything. She dressed in her sweats, not really feeling up to actually getting dressed dressed at present. Slipping on her flip flops, Dee-Dee grabbed her keys, put on her sun-glasses, and left the room. She paid very little attention to her surroundings as she made her way over to starbucks, a place she was becoming ever so addicted too. Walking in she ordered coffee, black. Strange for her, but all she needed was something very strong to help with the hang over. As she waited for her order to come up, Dee-Dee turned to watch the people coming in. Or at least that was how the others in the store saw it with her sun glasses on to cover up the fact that she had her eyes closed rather tightly.
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