* GIRL / REBEL !

                she laughs, shaking her head at his question. “yeah. and?” she says, taking a large swig from the bottle in her hands. she’s not exactly sure what is in the bottle, but she doesn’t really care; so long as she feels that warmth in her chest, nothing else matters. “you one of those borin’ fucks, then?”

                “what, bad experience?” she jokes, rolling her eyes. every alcohol comes with a bad experience, she’s learned. you just have to enjoy the fun more to be fine with it. “well, thanks for the permission i didn’t ask for, tommy.”

                “um, not sure,” she says, tilting the cup towards her as though it will spill its secrets. “a mix of shit, i think. maybe some vodka and, uh, tequila? i don’t really care,” she confesses, taking another drink.

            “psh, whatever,” she says, grinning as she takes another swig of alcohol. she swallows it hard, relishing in the heat that fills after she does so. “never better, tommy b -- tommy.”

                “whoops,” she says, a laughing break from her lips. “i didn’t mean to. trust me, i wouldn’t waste a good cigarette on a shitty puddle.”

                “do i look like i wanna hear your problems?” she says, pushing her way past whoever is complaining in front of her. “tommy! hey there, tommy boy!” she says, a bit too loudly. nicki smiles up at him, laughing as she takes a drink. “how are you, tommy boy?”

                   she dances like no one can see her, bouncing up and down, the beat running through her veins. the bottle of beer in her hands is cheap, but it gets the job done. as she dances she takes a swig, smiling and laughing as she feels the alcohol hit her. “hey hey hey!” she says, looking at the new guy. “you lookin’ to party?” she asks, holding out the bottle to him.

                   “if wendy sent ya to check up on me, i’m fine. i’m not a baby,” she says, giving steve a certain kind of stink eye. “did she send you?” she asks, brows furrowing as she looks up to him.