|Vitani & Mr. Turner| Yeah Right.
Vitani gripped onto her flask. It was larger then most but thats because it was custom. Had it made years ago. Not like it mattered where she got it from -- it was hers. Walking down the same halls she dreaded at this point her boots stomped with every step. Down the same hall way she entered the Junior floor common room. Empty. The way she liked it, but this time she didnt want to be there. Someone would come in and she knew they would ask her what she was doing. Then it would be the long boring chatter about her being mean and drinking and then they would want her to either share or stop. Neither she wanted to do. Quickly taking her flask and shoving it inside the pocket of her leather jacket Vitani moved to the stairs and took them up to the top level. This too was familiar. Seeing the door in the corner she quickly opened it and made her way to the roof.
The air was cold as it blew on her face. It reminded her of home which was comforting. Anything that reminded her of home was good. Chicago was hella alot better then grimey Disney Prep. The natural scowl sat on her face as she walked to the edge. Kicking a few of the random rocks on the roof for some reason. Closing her eyes she reached for her cigarette pack. Right pocket where they were always located. In a quick action it was lit and in her mouth. The pack back in her right pocket. Inhale. Exhale. The smoke drifted from her lips and floated up around her. She knew the smell would stick to her now that it was cold. It always did. As the cigarette dwindled Vitani soaked in the feeling of being along. Gripping the flask with her free hand she let the whiskey mix with the cigarette. Few pulls of the liquor she felt her body get warm. A few minutes went by...more like 20 and she was halfway through the flask. It felt good. Randomly walking around the roof she heard the door open. Quickly turning her vision was a little off but the scowl was still the same. Without even caring who it was she let out a deep breath from her nose and snapped. "Its occupied, thanks."
