underage drinking { alex }
Apr 7, 2021 7:01:05 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Apr 7, 2021 7:01:05 GMT -5
Mum had sent the paparazzi after me once again. She had said they wanted to revamp the show, and mum had gobbled it right up, sending the calvary straight for her daughter with a wide smile and sparkling eyes. Pulling my coat tighter around my body I pick up the pace, my heels clicking loudly on the cement pathway as I tried to outrun them- but have you ever tried to speed walk in heels this fucking high? #not fun.
The party I was supposed to attend had long started by now, I could hear the music pouring into the street, filling the night with life. The shouts and whizzing of camera's behind me have me cursing, a frown knitting my brows together as I flip them the bird over my shoulder. "Piss off!" I growl at them, disappearing into a crowd of bodies grinding sweatily upon each other. "Excuse me, don't mind me," I push through them, looking over my shoulder once for the camera crew that disappeared among a seen of bowling heads.
Tomorrow I would have a stern talk to my mother. No longer did I wish to be part of this stupid, scandalous, reality TV show that seemed to be her world. That was not my world anymore. I had branched out, I ran my own business, and the sort of publicity that was promoted by Following the Bardot's was not the brand my company needed.
Weaving through the crown I make my way further into the house until I come across the makeshift bar. Clicking my tongue I look through the bottle until I find the pink gin and some sugar free lemonade. Then mixing a generous amount of gin with lemonade and some ice I move to take a seat on one of the sofas, rubbing at the back of my heel where my shoe at rubbed the skin raw. Beauty is pain. Beauty is pain. I remind myself as I tuck blonde hair behind my ear and sip at my drink.
Lucinda, the party's host was my best friend, though our relationship was a little bit on the rocks after she tried to exploit me to gain herself more publicity. She spots me, smiling wide as he raises her drink in my direction. I give her a tight lipped smile, raising my own drink before I pushed myself to my feet, avoiding her approach. Slipping into one of the more quieter room my body sags in relief, and I slip off my heels, looping them through my fingers as I take a seat on the edge of the bed slipping out my phone. 4 missed calls from mum.
Shaking my head I slip it back into my purse and throw myself down onto the bed, looking up at the ceiling. I hadn't originally wanted to come. Seeing Lucinda was confusing, and it still hurt the way she had used me. But she was one of my closest friends, and I felt like I owed to to myself to try and repair what was broken. But maybe I still wasn't quite ready.