┊☾ *ﾟlaughing at you

“the fact he remained in the room for more than five seconds is a bit disturbing if you ask me. who would want to maintain eye contact with someone balls deep in their sister, better yet — who would brag about it?”

“someone with a lot of home problems, i’d assume. i didn’t even acknowledge the guy, he just paused and sighed and did that thing people do when they want you to listen even though they know you don’t want to be that person---’you know, it’s funny---.’ no, not today, kid.”

“ well, it seems as if that guy lives a very productive lifestyle, but it may make a good song ? ‘ eye contact ‘ is what i would call it though it seems like he stole his sisters girlfriend away by just locking eyes with him, mid banging his sister. anywho, seems like a great afternoon for you. “

“i’d have to come up with a pretty sick beat to cover up the train wreck of that story, but i’m sure i could do it. if i see him again, i’ll ask if he’s broken the two of them up yet so he could swoop in for the kill. listen, i know i’m going to hell, but the big guy upstairs shouldn’t have to torment me every day.”

‘I FORGET that most college girls become considerably more boring the older they get. i lost you at jesus, is he the one who sat under the tree for however many years?’

“no, he’s that arrogant bastard that thinks christmas is all about him. i’m gonna fight him when i get to hell. just gonna ask satan if i can take a vacation day to go kick his ass.”

‘THE cynthia from rugrats look was good on you, though. i’m pretty sure maddox’s entire frat held a vigil for your bald patches.’

“may have looked good, but it’s definitely not a style i plan on going back to anytime soon. damn right they did, this bitch is holy. my hair might as well be jesus himself. gonna have all my apostles write a book about me one day.”

@jaygtfo​

‘DO you want me to tie you up again?’

“alright, alright, i’m sorry. last time half my hair came off with all that tape, and it took long enough to grow back. all i’m sayin’ is that guy had it coming.”

“the nina, the pinta, the santa maria, and the one especially for myself—the orca.”

“fuck @ofastons, marry @ofstvllas, and kill @maddcxisms until he gets me a paddle.”

‘YOU can’t kill something spiritual in nature, can you? i mean, unless you’re the type to believe all of that voodoo shit. is it anything that’ll actually get us drunk from flask’s-worth? any chance you’ve 151 or just straight moonshine in there?’

“i’m not saying i couldn’t, and i’m not saying i don’t believe in that voodoo shit, but it’s not exactly #1 on my list of prioritiess. probably sometime in the near future, though. this one’s whiskey, but don’t think i don’t carry back-up with me. i’ve got 151 proof in my bra, if you want that one instead. i like bringing that one ‘cause it’s versatile. need to get drunk? check. don’t have any gasoline? check. you can have it for now.”

a cluster of the more PROPER girls slunk by with dirty looks and disdain, but stella reckoned that her purse of goodies was probably worth much more than their designer gowns anyway. “i’m glad you’re broadening your horizons, but i’m going tried and true,” stella giggled, already cutting up two lines with a credit card and plucking jay’s dollar to snort the coveted treat. her cheeks reddened as the drip began to set in, a dazed grin stretched across her face. “god, now i can actually tolerate these people.”

“all those people with money---aren’t they just the fucking worst?” the girl asked, rhetorically of course, and with an outstretched grin on her face. crushing one more pill, she snorts the last of the powder and takes one more shot of her flask before helping pour the rest of the drugs back into stella’s purse. “where to first? dance floor, vip lounge, dumpsters in the back? all this shit’s gonna kick in super quick.”

— “ MY people ?? who d’you think i hang out with, literal rats ??”

“no---the dumpsters. you said trashy, didn’t you?”

piper had been sneaking glances at her note cards all night, pulling them out from her bag that she had brought with her. She didn’t want to be that girl to bring her homework to a party but it just is what needed to happen. she looked up as she heard the girl talking to her and she smiled, “Oh thanks–I wasn’t really sure about it. But the lady at the craft store said it was good looking.” she shrugged before taking a glance at the flask. “um–what’s in it?” she asked. 

“lemon water with a bit of ginger---wanna give it a try?” the blonde responded, knowing very well just from the other’s reaction that this kind of scene probably wasn’t her forte. jay’s eyes wandered to the notecards in the brunette’s hand, and her head tilted slightly to the right. “did you really bring those to the party? not that studies aren’t important, but, i think you’d have a better shot retaining information when not around a bunch of assholes.”

“ i was thinking more along the lines of firecrackers and party hats,” stella quipped, stealing a quick shot of whiskey and mulling over their options. “mm, can’t risk the boys’ room - we might run into aston or maddie there, and i don’t want to share.” they tended to be pretty indulgent boys, especially when it came to someone else’s drugs. ensuring that no wandering faculty had noticed them, stella tugged jay along to the nearest restroom and dumping out the contents of her purse— various pills and powders spilled out like an extremely fucked up pinata. “take your pick, babe. ”

entering the restroom at a time like this was like an alternate universe---to do anything else in the bathroom other than just letting the jet stream flow was scandalous, and jay lived for it. she watched as the pharmaceutical avalanche settled, and her eyes wandered over the possibilities. “i was between addy and coke, but i think i’m gonna go with e,” the blonde smiled, taking a plastic bag and popping a pill out. crushing the thing into a powder with her flask, she dug a $50 out of her wallet and rolled it up, immediately snorting the powder and wiping her nose. “this party’s about to get way better.”