bad girls

01

    sober her was a joke.
she got drunk for the hell of it and usually woke up in a strangers bed or on the road. most of the time naked, or with the bare minimum.
walking into a party was one of the things she despised because of all the stares and whispers, but the lure of free alcohol always won her over. plus, she could smoke a few joints while she was at it.
puffing out smoke into the dark air, she watched with careful eyes as she tried to spot easy bait. the guy with weird hair wouldn't do, nor would the kid in her science class.
her eyes landed on last night's shag, alone, smoking as well. she decided to go get a drink, hopefully catching his eye in the process. stomping out her cigarette, she made her way into the house, stepping on toes and interrupting make-out sessions before grabbing a cup, pouring whatever she could reach for in it. as she did so, she saw the guy from outside slide up beside her, his hands pulling on her waist to his chest. in a minute, she was up against the fridge, her drink forgotten, her lips on his, her demons silenced.
at least for now.