Post by ERIN SOFIA LEWIS on Mar 6, 2011 14:35:19 GMT -5
and i've never been the girl to follow the crowd,
it was surprisingly busy for this time of night, the sun had practically just set and people were pouring through the door of the local bar. the music was gradually getting louder as the room filled with people, some relatively sober others not so. erin herself had been in the bar for around an hour with a group of friends of a similar age range and her sister. she was dressed in a nude colored strapless dress and knee high socks that had a bow around the hem. her long blonde hair flowed down her back and chest, and her blue eyes were largened by the thick layer of mascara and shadow, with bright red lips. a look she pulled off fantastically.
she held a glass of rosé wine close to her chest whilst her other hand held onto her small matching clutch bag. her friends were causing quite a scene, pulling in the attention of guys and other girls around them. receiving some welcoming and unwelcoming looks from all around. their group was relatively large, and they were obviously drunk. erin had been drinking for the past three hours, having a group over to her house they had cracked open the wine and vodka whilst getting ready before they headed down town to meet up with the rest of their friends.
her black heeled shoes hit the table surface as she climbed up to join her friend, both hands in the air as she moved her body to the beat of the club classic, laughing and throwing her head back. the lights around her merged into one and the room span, her heart beat quicker and the rush of cocaine swept through her mind and she grinned, allowing the music to take over. it wasn't long before the doorman walked over and helped them down from the table with some stern words and she laughed it off, finishing the last of her wine before pushing through the crowd of people.
reaching the door to the terrace she pushed it open, feeling the cold spring evening air hit her she relaxed, dancing and partying was such hard hot work. but she practically lived for it. walking out and finding a terrace table to lean against she placed her clutch infront of her, she was trying to quit smoking, and had done successfully until she was drunk. attempting to resist temptation she opened her clutch and pulled out her blackberry and focused on the screen, unaware her bag was still open with the bag of white powder ontop of her compact makeup kit, her hand rested over it as her fingers clicked away on the small buttons on the cell, replying to the SMS messages that had built up whilst she'd been inside.
TAG! Charlie
sorry about the crappiness, hope its ok for you?
