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[thatonegirl28]

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@clean.greene

Wes.

mood

Tipsy, but not tipsy enough

talking to...

Lacey (Talking), Jacinta (Talking)

location

Bentley's Party

interactions

Lacey, Jacinta

Tags

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“None taken.”

He said, his accent coming through a bit stronger than it had previously now that he was starting to get tipsy and the bottle in his hand was already nearly empty. He appreciated the brutal honesty from the girl he now assumed could be safely identified as Lacey. A girl who would so openly tell you she’s not into you could probably be trusted.

Once the bottle in his hand was empty he tossed it on the counter behind him and listened to it clatter, but not break. About a half a bottle of whiskey down and he was still barely buzzed. He wasn’t edging towards sober anymore, but still not quite where he wanted to be.

His thoughts were disturbed by Lacey speaking again, he shook his head without saying anything in response to her inquiry. There had been a game? Figures, what else would people get up to in a town like this? Sure, Gatlinburg was tiny, but it wasn’t this tiny. It was also not too far a drive from the much more populous Knoxville, just about an hour and you’d be in the heart of the city. Maybe there would be a place like that around here somewhere, if he was really desperate and unable to score here, maybe he could venture further.

Then he remembered the other girl a few feet away, Jac-something-or-other. His head tipped towards her and away from Lacey, after giving a quick whistle to get her attention he spoke again, this time directed at her

“You wouldn’t happen to know where a fella like myself could score in a place like this?”

It was probably another longshot, this girl looked like the strongest thing she knocked back would be Tylenol.

That didn’t mean she didn’t happen to know someone who did though, or maybe someone who knew someone. That was the only interesting thing about small towns, everybody knows everyone else. Even to their detriment. He’d had first hand experience with that part.

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[Winona]

Damien Slater

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The guy blew smoke into Damien's face, and he instinctively pulled his head back, his nose wrinkling in disgust.

The girl to his side wasted no time in excusing herself, not that Damien could blame her given how rude her stupid little friend with his stupid little tattoos was. How'd he even get those, huh? Did his parents sign off on it, or had he lied about his age or something?

... None of that was important.

He waved a hand in the air to dispel the smoke. "You're kind of a douche, ya know that?" he asked, eyebrows drawn together in annoyance as he glared up at the boy.

(Granted, Winona doesn't know how tall Felix is, but she's gonna assume he's taller than the barely 5'8" Damien.)

And then, this fuckwad raised his vodka bottle like he was gonna toss it at Damien? He instantly recoiled, taking a couple steps back, which caused him to naturally have to raise his voice. Even if he really didn't need to, but Damien was a loud person by nature, and any kind of space between himself and another person just raised his voice tenfold.

"A real sick person, ya know?" Damien scoffed, glaring at the dude, before he reached out and snatched the bottle from the guy. More so to save his face, and less because he enjoyed the act of drinking alcohol.

Sure, he'd drank a little bit here and there, but that was mostly just to appear cool to others. Which nearly never worked, even with a cool ass nickname like Slater to back him up.

It was really hard to not look like you wanted to throw up when drinking straight alcohol, ya know.

Still, he took a swig from the bottle, grimacing as the rancid liquid went down his throat.

... Not 'cause he was trying to look cool in front of the jackass or anything, like pffft, why would he care about that?

"You cannot handle your alcohol," he lectured once more, holding the bottle out, as he pointed a finger in the guy's direction.

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