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[maureen]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 446 ( TAGGED ) open ( STATUS ) complete maureen needed something to do. and she needed to find something fast. she was going crazy in her dorm room just sitting and creeping on facebook. it was growing dark outside and it was a friday night. what kind of college student didn't have something to do on friday night? one that was a loser, that's who. and she, maureen antoinette dupont, was not a loser. she closed her laptop and walked over to her closet, pulling out her black mini and shimmery silver tank with nude colored pumps. tonight she would go clubbing and get deliciously drunk, and maybe do things she would regret. wasn't that all part of being twenty-one? everyone already thought she was a drunk just because of her age. maureen wasn't an alcoholic by any sense of the word; she just liked alcohol and having a good time. she pulled her hair into a messy bun and took her time putting on her makeup, carefully applying eye shadow to make the perfect smoky eyes. maureen admired herself in her full length mirror. not half bad if she did say so herself. now it was time to hit the clubs. she fired up her little car and cruised around until she found what appeared to be the hottest spot in town. there was a line, but surely she could get in fairly fast. maureen transferred some cash, lip gloss, and a pack of gum into her micro clutch. she also shoved a few ones into her bra in case her clutch got stolen and she really needed to catch a taxi home. there was no way she was going to drink and drive. that was one thing she never ever did, or wanted to do. she could always pick her car up the next day when she sobered up. it wasn't worth the risk of putting herself and other in danger. maureen walked up to the club and stood in line, chatting with a couple girls who were in front of her. they seemed like they could be a lot of fun. the bouncer was in a good mood, and obviously like her and her new friends, and let them in. maureen loved walking into a club. she could feel the bass pump through the floor and it made her want to break out and dnace, just right there in the middle of the club. she looked around, wondering if there was anyone here she knew, as she made her way to the bar. she ordered something fruity, picking the first name that caught her attention. she sipped it and leaned against the bar. tonight was going to be a good night. no notes:)

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[sienna]

TABLE MADE BY SOCKMONKEY OF CAUTION 2.0. EDITS TO BECKY.

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: transparent;true] i used to be love drunk, but now i'm hungover clubbing was what sienna lived for. she had decided to take a year off of school before she started college the next year, and that meant that every night was a party. sleep all day, party all night. that was just how it worked with sienna louis. her mother hated it, but in sienna's eyes the woman was just a controlling bitch who didn't want her daughter ruining her perfect reputation. that was one down side of having rich parents -- all they cared about was what their friends thought. sienna's mom had kept it a secret from all of her friends that her daughter had gotten pregnant, and taken the easy way out by giving the baby up for adoption. there was no way that sienna would have ever been a good mom. she was way too unstable for that, and she liked to drink way too much. it would've been a kick in the face every second of every day, realizing how stupid she had been to get knocked up at fifteen. the parents had done an open adoption, giving sienna the right to see her son any time she wanted, but he was no longer her son. she would just ruin his life like she ruined her own. rubbing her hands over her face, sienna stared into the mirror after she got out of the shower. the bags under her eyes got darker every day, but she didn't give a fuck at this point. she quickly shook her head and started to get herself ready to go out, laying on all of her dark makeup like usual, not really needing much time to do the familiar routine. most people would assume that with so much hair, it would take sienna forever to do it. really though, it took her about two seconds to straighten her bangs then she just left the rest to air dry. it was no surprise that sienna's outfit looked quite a lot like something a hooker would wear, but she didn't care because she felt hot, so she was going to look hot, and that was that. so, sienna slid into her ferrari, and drove to the best club in town. it was simple to get in, even considering she was under twenty one. with a wave and a smile to the familiar bouncer, sienna headed in and looked around, heading up to the bar to order herself a zombie. she looked over to the girl next to her with a soft smile. "hey." 420 words for maureen. outfit. muse is decent.