Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2014 22:30:17 GMT -5
(OOC: Inspired by this song)
She didn't understand, how dumb people were. How could the bouncer of the bar, who's main job was to check peoples ID's of entering people be fooled so easily. Her obviously fake ID should have been spotted in seconds. In fact she was sure it was, when the doorman looked up her with a curious eyebrow. It was instinct that lead her to fluttering her eyelashes and biting her lip provocatively, that led her to being waved in with everyone else.
Inside it was straight to the bar, to get a drink. Vodka and coke...then a vodka and coke...followed by a vodka and coke...finished by a whole bottle of wine, straight from the bottle. She drank with abandon, ignoring those around her, ignoring the music of the club that was so not in her tastes. But the bar was cheap, the service fast and the oncoming rush of an alcohol filled system an intoxicating rush.
Gabriella was about to order yet another drink, as a hand came down on her right shoulder. "Hey baby, lonely? Why don't you let me buy you drink?" A guy offered and while the idea of getting a free drink out of someone was always a pleasant one. Well the guy was ugly, ugly as a brick and she knew that encouraging him would lead to the guy never leaving her alone. "I'm fine leave me be." She replied turning to shrug off the hand.
"Oh come on, dressed like that you must want it?" The guy countered, commenting on her choice of clothes for the day, her green hoodie gone and corset and skirt on display. It was a way of getting people to buy her drink, she just wished the ones she didn't like wouldn't take it that way too. "Piss off." She snapped back going to turn her back on him, only for his arm to shoot out and grab her left forearm. "What you think you too good for me, you slut." The guy obviously pissed by rejection raised his voice as Gabriella would collapsed to the ground in pain the ugly mug still holding her arm.
She didn't understand, how dumb people were. How could the bouncer of the bar, who's main job was to check peoples ID's of entering people be fooled so easily. Her obviously fake ID should have been spotted in seconds. In fact she was sure it was, when the doorman looked up her with a curious eyebrow. It was instinct that lead her to fluttering her eyelashes and biting her lip provocatively, that led her to being waved in with everyone else.
Inside it was straight to the bar, to get a drink. Vodka and coke...then a vodka and coke...followed by a vodka and coke...finished by a whole bottle of wine, straight from the bottle. She drank with abandon, ignoring those around her, ignoring the music of the club that was so not in her tastes. But the bar was cheap, the service fast and the oncoming rush of an alcohol filled system an intoxicating rush.
Gabriella was about to order yet another drink, as a hand came down on her right shoulder. "Hey baby, lonely? Why don't you let me buy you drink?" A guy offered and while the idea of getting a free drink out of someone was always a pleasant one. Well the guy was ugly, ugly as a brick and she knew that encouraging him would lead to the guy never leaving her alone. "I'm fine leave me be." She replied turning to shrug off the hand.
"Oh come on, dressed like that you must want it?" The guy countered, commenting on her choice of clothes for the day, her green hoodie gone and corset and skirt on display. It was a way of getting people to buy her drink, she just wished the ones she didn't like wouldn't take it that way too. "Piss off." She snapped back going to turn her back on him, only for his arm to shoot out and grab her left forearm. "What you think you too good for me, you slut." The guy obviously pissed by rejection raised his voice as Gabriella would collapsed to the ground in pain the ugly mug still holding her arm.