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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 3:53 pm
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Brion sighed slightly as he took a glance at his cell. The screen glowing faintly, he discretely weaved his way out of the moving throng, making his way back to the door. And sure enough, there it was. As he opened the door and made his way in, he could see some familiar faces. There was the crazy girl who insisted upon getting drunk, there was her friend who helped her get drunk, there was the guy that was with them, a druggie who was probably getting high, and- "The pole dancing girl isn't her yet, eh?" Taking a sip from a bottle of water, he checked his text messages, silent as his brows furrowed slightly.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 5:29 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 11:50 am
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Lewis smiled at the girl, rubbing his eye, holding out his other hand. "It's a plessure to meet you," He said, studying her face and long red hair. He didn't know if it was the drugs or not but she looked magical to him.
His red eyes gazed at her, before noticing she had offered him water. "No thanks," He said, he hated water, "I'm very old fashioned, it's alcohol or fruit juice for me," He pulled out a large bottle, offering her some. "It's cranberry and vodka."
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 1:16 pm
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~Brighid McKenna~
Brighid smiled and laughed at herself, "No, I had enough earlier. But thank you", She replied. Oh yeah, he was definitely on something, and it made her slightly uncomfortable. But she gave people the benefit of the doubt usually, and she wouldn't judge him until she knew him better. "I don't drink very often, it's horrible for you..almost as bad as..drugs..", Brighid added. It made her sad to think of how or why someone would get addicted to drugs, he must have been lacking something, maybe a good family or something.
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Posted: Fri Aug 07, 2009 2:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 4:53 pm
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Amelia pulled out her phone, finding that she had a few missed messages, mainly from her best friend, and her father. Her father was worried, as usual, but she decided to come on this trip to escape the norm. Also, because her friend had urged her to, and threatened her with a good butt kicking. And since that particular friend had been taking karate since elementary school, she happily packed her bags. Amelia gave a small laugh at her friends texts, but decided to ignore them at the moment, attention turning to the others that were entering the limo.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2009 9:33 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 10:46 am
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 1:27 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 4:57 pm
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