Post by ADRIAN CARLIE EVANS on Jul 8, 2012 13:48:16 GMT -5
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Adrian had been doing this for years. Getting herself all dolled up late at night became almost a nightly pattern. Since she was a freshman, she was all over the party scene. It's not that she wanted attention or anything, she just wanted to have a good time. And a really good time to Ace pretty much comes down to drugs, alcohol and sex. Sure, she enjoyed innocent activities like a stroll in the park or a picnic every now and then. But to her, nothing compared to a drunken night with no regrets. Drinking just seemed to open up opportunities. It made people more intimate, social and impulsive. It was a good way to get to know someone.
Speaking of getting to know people, who was this mysterious George character? Was it weird to be meeting up with a complete stranger? He'd seemed nice enough. What if he was really one of those fifty year old pedophiles? As long as she got alcohol out of the situation, Ace was fine with whatever. If he turned out to be fifty, so be it. But as far as she knew, his name was George. He was twenty three, but looked about her age. Adrian wasn't the least bit concerned about the age difference, or the fact that he wanted to buy her drinks despite it. In fact, she liked that he could disregard the difference. She looked older than seventeen, anyways. Her fake I.D. worked every time, no questions asked.
Ace popped her feather earrings into both ears and a bracelet onto her wrist. She quickly coated her face with an assortment of products, then proceeded to do her hair. After a moment of debate, the girl decided that it looked fine how it was. It would likely just get messed up anyways.
Quietly, Adrian walked out of her room, shutting off the lights as she went. She tip-toed past her mother's bedroom, which was kind of difficult. She should have waited to put on her heels. It's not like it mattered, anyways. Ace's mom had given up on her awhile ago. She'd stopped trying. Actually, she'd stopped caring. There had always been the 'warnings' and then the "you're grounded" phases. That had worked at first, but after awhile, Ace had her ways. She hadn't been deliberately disobeying her mother when she would sneak out of her window. It wasn't even about her mother. It was about herself. Always herself.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she sighed. Adrian checked the time on her phone. It had been just over a half hour, so George was bound to show up soon enough. If it hadn't been for that DUI and Ace still had her license, she could have gotten ready a lot better than she just did.
The girl grabbed her bag, went out the front door and sat on the edge of her front porch. She breathed in the fresh air as she sat and waited for her mystery man.
Adrian had been doing this for years. Getting herself all dolled up late at night became almost a nightly pattern. Since she was a freshman, she was all over the party scene. It's not that she wanted attention or anything, she just wanted to have a good time. And a really good time to Ace pretty much comes down to drugs, alcohol and sex. Sure, she enjoyed innocent activities like a stroll in the park or a picnic every now and then. But to her, nothing compared to a drunken night with no regrets. Drinking just seemed to open up opportunities. It made people more intimate, social and impulsive. It was a good way to get to know someone.
Speaking of getting to know people, who was this mysterious George character? Was it weird to be meeting up with a complete stranger? He'd seemed nice enough. What if he was really one of those fifty year old pedophiles? As long as she got alcohol out of the situation, Ace was fine with whatever. If he turned out to be fifty, so be it. But as far as she knew, his name was George. He was twenty three, but looked about her age. Adrian wasn't the least bit concerned about the age difference, or the fact that he wanted to buy her drinks despite it. In fact, she liked that he could disregard the difference. She looked older than seventeen, anyways. Her fake I.D. worked every time, no questions asked.
Ace popped her feather earrings into both ears and a bracelet onto her wrist. She quickly coated her face with an assortment of products, then proceeded to do her hair. After a moment of debate, the girl decided that it looked fine how it was. It would likely just get messed up anyways.
Quietly, Adrian walked out of her room, shutting off the lights as she went. She tip-toed past her mother's bedroom, which was kind of difficult. She should have waited to put on her heels. It's not like it mattered, anyways. Ace's mom had given up on her awhile ago. She'd stopped trying. Actually, she'd stopped caring. There had always been the 'warnings' and then the "you're grounded" phases. That had worked at first, but after awhile, Ace had her ways. She hadn't been deliberately disobeying her mother when she would sneak out of her window. It wasn't even about her mother. It was about herself. Always herself.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she sighed. Adrian checked the time on her phone. It had been just over a half hour, so George was bound to show up soon enough. If it hadn't been for that DUI and Ace still had her license, she could have gotten ready a lot better than she just did.
The girl grabbed her bag, went out the front door and sat on the edge of her front porch. She breathed in the fresh air as she sat and waited for her mystery man.
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