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[evelyn antoinette.]

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[/font]? No, not really. Considering the clock only neared the stroke of one in the afternoon, to say the bar was hopping with activity would be an overstatement of extraordinary proportions. It was downright silent with the exception of the faint tic-tock and rhythmic gulp of a blitzed alcoholic to her left, chugged back scotch as if the entire length of his frivelous life depended on it. Yet another rich man succumb to inebriation to escape the pure and utter meaningless that was his business-driven life. Evie had seen a thousand of them and had long since wearied of their boring life stories, all sobbing and hysteria, completely dramatized considering they had their entire lives handed to them upon a silver enrgaved platter with rose petals strewn atop. She had no place to offer any scolding, given that she was no better; everything was handed to her, without questions, spoiling her in the manner of these men, leaving her a hypocrite for finding them to be obnoxious and not worth her time. Sighing drearily, viridian green eyes flashed a spiteful glance in the direction of the guzzling man, rolling lightly beneath her thick lashes and gently pivoting her slender, long frame away from him, as if aggravated by his boozy presence. In truth, Eve just felt sulky; hangovers had that effect on her. The splitting headache that was in the process of tearing her skull in half was almost nauseating in it's strength, causing her lids to droop ever so slightly and the usual sheen of her cheerful and energized self to wilt to only a dull shimmer. Her body was practically hung across the bar, so leaned against it as it was; cupping her chin in one hand and absent mindedly twining a lustrous strand of ebony hair around one idle fingertip, it's nails bitten down to nubs and splashed with chips of remaining crimson paint.

idly did she lift her fizzing water[/font], taking a long draw of it's bubbly touch and allowing it to slip into her empty stomach, wincing ever so slightly. Her insides felt swollen and raw with the remaining alcohol in her system, mind briefly attempting to pinpoint the exact amount of shots she had managed to pour down her throat before her memory was deemed unusuble. Immediately did the cracking agony of her brain convulse, causing body to flinch and thoughts to immediately turn elsewhere, attempting to stifle the sickness that momentarily rolled her insides into chaos. God, she wasn't partying again for a long time.

okay, fine, that was a lie[/font]. She would be out there again, after more water and a few aspirin, dancing away as if her entire life depended on the cardio. Laughing, joking, immersing herself in the culture of the partiers; of the unearthly beautiful models and their loyal suitors. She'd lose herself in a hypnotizing beat, perhaps the lips of the man or woman that had gained her attention that evening, would wake up in the morning sore and disoriented and eager to repeat the routine. If only to ignore the longing looks Izzy had been shooting Suri for the last few days, despite the fact that it was her face he'd been gazing into; her name he'd been moaning in pleasure; her body he had worn to near exhaustion for the last few weeks until walking had been almost crippling, but in the most lovely, satisfying way. This morning it had been unbearable to watch, and she had retorted grabbed a jacket and boots and marched wordlessly from the apartment, indignant, strangely hurt. Disgusted with the emotions all the same, for Izzy was supposed to be nothing more than a romp; a good time, so why was it so abrasively agonizing to watch him fawn over Suri in such a manner. Heart was daring to go into forbidden territory, and though her mind screamed directions for it to flee, it was stubbornly heading down a reckless path that would lead her her ineveitable destruction. Somehow she had ended up here, and here she had sat, wordlessly drinking carbonated water and wishing silently to be curled in a warm bed, with the curtains drawn and darkness seeping around her until this god-awful headache vanished or was veiled by a mass quantity of repairing drugs.

groaning quietly[/font], fingers combed themselves tightly throughout her nearly midnight hued mane, dragging digits through it's tangled strands as if wanting to tear the roots from her very skull. Eyes sealed themselves closed behind lids smudged with last night's mascara, feeling disturbingly unimpressive in the dull unattractive light of the bar. Evie enjoyed her glamorous appearance, and now out upon the street, the remnants of makeup haunting shadows beneath her eyes, her hair lank and stinking of cigarettes, her attire leaving much to be desired, she felt ridiculously repulsive. It was all in all a shitty sensation, but one she groveled in almost gleefully, allowing herself to wallow in the filth and grime of unhappy emotions. So there Evelyn Antoinette, daughter of the Ambassador of France and one of the most fabulous women in all the world; socialite turned oxford student turned model; contentedly and contrastingly depressed in a bar during the middle of the afternoon, looking as if she had climbed calmly, yet somehow stunningly, from a gutter. Surrounded by men of the same fate, and yet bizarrely happy to be there.

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[suri blanc]

So she left angrily this morning. Why should Suri care? Well, for one, the female that left was partially related to her so yes, deep down in that black hole of a chest of her's, she cared. Slightly; not too much where she would tell her she loved her, as any sister should tell any other sibling. It was weird, considering her departure had come shortly after Izzy woke up. It wasn't a usual morning where Suri was just climbing into bed. No, Suri had actually stayed in last night while her sister was out and, in a way, actually gave in and played the part of the decent girlfriend by her standards. She felt bad, after not being around so much the past few weeks and simply saying she was out, partying...hell one time he called her and she told him without any hesitation that she was as high as a kite and was thinking about spending the night at a friend's place because they had more skag to offer. It was the truth...she just failed to mention that she was letting the guy screw her just because she wanted Izzy to break up with her...

But in the back of her mind, she knew, she didn't want him to. It had been a long while since someone showed interest in her other than for sexual pleasures. It was probably why she actually stayed in and played video games with him like when they first met, made random junk food in the kitchen in the middle of the night out of hunger, and then gladly let their hips grind into each other and their bodies mesh until one couldn't tell where one began and one ended. She didn't think of Evie through any of it. Of course she didn't. Suri was too wrapped up actually having an orgasm to give two shits where her older sister was off too...Or that she might be hearing them in the next room over if she did come home. Still, she didn't understand what happened this morning. Suri had gotten up and was in the kitchen making Izzy coffee, which she rarely ever did unless she was in a fabulous mood, in one of Izzy's button up shirts (and nothing more might I add) and Izzy had gotten up shortly after, the two being all smooches in the kitchen after he sat her up on the counter and they shared the cup of coffee.

Soon, Evie was out the door faster than Suri could blink. Obviously, it wasn't the usual reaction. So Suri had managed to pry herself away from Izzy and his usual clinging ways (it was one night and he didn't want to let go...seriously...he should know her by now), got dressed, and was off looking for her at her usual 'spots'. Clad in the usual fabulousness that was her attire (which she always pulled off effortlessly...thanks to a lot of time reading and studying fashion on her own), she entered the fifth place on her list and, look at that, there she was at the bar. Taking a drag from her cigarette, her heels were muted because of the music playing and she made her way over, walking as if she belonged on a runway, and then parked her ass on the seat next to her, the way she was facing to block her view from everyone and everything else.

"Strawberry Kiwi Bacardi, yeah? Hurry up," she stated a bit impatiently before glancing over at her older sister. She always thought this should be the other way around; that Evie should be chasing after her and picking up whatever mess she was in, beating up whatever guy decided to break her heart or any bitch that talked to her in a foul way...Instead, Suri felt it was her responsibility to help Evie. She had to deal with her mother for ten years before Suri came along and that woman was not hard to deal with; or at least she always favored Evie and that was no surprise there. So the nineteen year old looked over her sibling and simply expelled the cancerous smoke in her face, "Why did you leave this morning? Was the smell of sex too strong for you?" It was Suri's way of basically being comforting; she used sarcasm. Everyone knew Suri had the potential to be the sweetest little gal on the planet but because of the cards life handed her, she was far from it.

For example, the only guy she ever gave two shits about in the private boarding school they attended she left for her history teacher just because she knew he would never love her and that he was just addicted to having sex with her. Did Evelyn know? Of course she did. It was obvious when Suri was leaving the school grounds or parties to slip into the back and let him plow into her. There were the drugs, the parties, all of it and though so many people claimed she was just a depressed little fuck because of her mother's death, the lack of attention she received shortly after, and basically not even being acknowledged as someone's own flesh and blood...well-it did a number on Suri and the only person who seemed to bring out the good in her-she probably would never see again.


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