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Post by gabby on Jun 14, 2011 21:17:57 GMT -5
 There was lights flashing in every direction. It wasn't like she came to the club sober. No. No one did that, and she had already had a terrible day that was not helping her newly found drinking issue. She had graduated last year from her high school in Venice, and she had moved to this town a few weeks after. She hated the school systems, and twelve years was long enough to make her insane.
Marilyn was too mature for anyone, which was running through her mind as she walked down the sidewalk earlier to get to the club. Her day consisted of waking up at four in the afternoon, and finding her way to her mother's liquor cabinet. She had her buzz going and that was all she needed to go and have a pre-made good time. After the buzz, anything was going to be fun. Going to a funeral would be a good time to her... just as long as there was some fun stuff at a bar like thing afterwards.
The bouncers knew her by then, and she had a way with words and she never really needed her fake ID. Why? She didn't look 19, so everyone said, and so she could slip in without the big black sharpie 'X's that get put on the back of your hands. Which always amused her because she went into the bathroom and the lady who sat in there never said anything whenever she washed them off. Her hands always turning blood red from the scrubbing and no one ever noticed, or they just didn't say anything.
She danced in a huge group in the middle of the dance floor, the house music blaring and the bass sending surges into her heart that made it beat with the song. The glass that held her alcohol raised above her head, and the girls that had seemed as less hoish as she could find were with her, smiling and dancing. Marilyn found a few guys to dance with, and they ended up in a VIP section making out then finding their way right back to the dance floor to sweat out the water that was in their bodies, which wasn't much.
Someone held onto her hips as another guy took her hand she danced and when the song slowed slightly a guy pulled her close and she pushed away, No, no I need another drink." She said and slipped away from him. Marilyn needed a rest and she sat in the bar stool and crossed her legs, looking down the side then around to the other side of it.
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