Post by CAM STUART on Mar 6, 2012 11:03:54 GMT
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It was nice to have an evening off, a night to yourself under the bright lights of the local nightclub. Cam had always liked Mercy - most for the fact the drinks were cheap and she didn't have the spend the night being a DJ. She could relax, have some time to herself and get royally fucked. She may even get lucky and take home a pretty girl...oh wait, no, she was sharing a room now. She didn't want to get in Adrienne's way with a drunken blonde who probably was only a lesbian because her boyfriend had dumped and and she was too drunk to care.
With a sigh she looked up at the neon lights and ran a hand through her messy hair. Still - she could still get drunk. Stumbling into the dorm room once a week wasn't too bad going. Looking through the doorway she could see the sweaty bodies of the people dancing inside. The beat was making the floor vibrate - even out on the side walk. It felt like home, amongst all those people. But first...a cigarette.
Moving away from the door, Cam pulled the packed out of her pocket and ran her hands over the rolled cigarettes. She was oddly selective about the once she chose, despite them being all the same. Letting it rest between her lips she walked to the side of the building and propped herself against it, cupping the end of the cigarette with her hands as she lit it.
She had tried to quit...once...mostly because she was chasing a girl who wanted nothing to do with a smoker. Cam gave up for the duration of theirvery short relationship and then started back up again. A lot of people since had tried to get her to stop - but she hadn't listened.
Inhaling the smoke she blew out a couple of smoke rings to impress a group of girls who walked past. They giggled and whispered amongst themselves but didn't stop - they probably had some jock waiting for them inside. Urgh, the footballers had al the luck. Though rumours had spread that half the team was gay anyway. Less competition.
Biting her tongue she held the cigarette between her fingers, flicking the ash away with her finger. Looking out at the girls in their short skirts and high heels, she couldn't help but wonder how they weren't dropping down dead with pneumonia. She was far more comfortable in jeans and some sneakers she had found at the bottom of her pile of clothes.
Stubbing the cigarette out on the wall she crossed her arms over her chest. Who was going to be her prey for tonight? There was nothing wrong with going back to their place, after all.
It was nice to have an evening off, a night to yourself under the bright lights of the local nightclub. Cam had always liked Mercy - most for the fact the drinks were cheap and she didn't have the spend the night being a DJ. She could relax, have some time to herself and get royally fucked. She may even get lucky and take home a pretty girl...oh wait, no, she was sharing a room now. She didn't want to get in Adrienne's way with a drunken blonde who probably was only a lesbian because her boyfriend had dumped and and she was too drunk to care.
With a sigh she looked up at the neon lights and ran a hand through her messy hair. Still - she could still get drunk. Stumbling into the dorm room once a week wasn't too bad going. Looking through the doorway she could see the sweaty bodies of the people dancing inside. The beat was making the floor vibrate - even out on the side walk. It felt like home, amongst all those people. But first...a cigarette.
Moving away from the door, Cam pulled the packed out of her pocket and ran her hands over the rolled cigarettes. She was oddly selective about the once she chose, despite them being all the same. Letting it rest between her lips she walked to the side of the building and propped herself against it, cupping the end of the cigarette with her hands as she lit it.
She had tried to quit...once...mostly because she was chasing a girl who wanted nothing to do with a smoker. Cam gave up for the duration of their
Inhaling the smoke she blew out a couple of smoke rings to impress a group of girls who walked past. They giggled and whispered amongst themselves but didn't stop - they probably had some jock waiting for them inside. Urgh, the footballers had al the luck. Though rumours had spread that half the team was gay anyway. Less competition.
Biting her tongue she held the cigarette between her fingers, flicking the ash away with her finger. Looking out at the girls in their short skirts and high heels, she couldn't help but wonder how they weren't dropping down dead with pneumonia. She was far more comfortable in jeans and some sneakers she had found at the bottom of her pile of clothes.
Stubbing the cigarette out on the wall she crossed her arms over her chest. Who was going to be her prey for tonight? There was nothing wrong with going back to their place, after all.
