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Her stilettos clicked against the wood floor as she entered the club.The beat of Telephone was blasting so loudly that Stacy was vaguely surprised the walls weren't shaking. Everyone was on the floor having a good time. But she didn't come here to have a good time, she came her to have a drink.
"Or two or three or four. she thought to herself sourly. Jack Daniels please." she said to the bartender as she sat on a stool next to the counter. That's all she did lately. Go to the bar and have a drink. Sometimes a 20 something guy might end up banging her. But that was okay because after Clinton died, she had no reason to live anymore. There was no point in trying. After that bastered hit his car from the side with a giant moving truck then sped off she didn't want love, life, or happiness. She wanted drugs and vodka.
"i hope he goes to he'll" she murmurered. "The fucker left my husband to die."
"Your drink mame." said the bartender, snapping her out of her trance.
"Huh? Oh."she took her drink and downed it in one swallow, wincing as the bitter taste went down her throat.
"Fill 'er up" she said handing the glass back to him.
While she drink was being prepared, she stepped outside and lit a cigarette. She started smoking as soon as Clinton pasted awayand this time she didn't intend to quit. Looking at the road she noticed that there was only one car on the road.
"One car." she whispered under her breath and began to run. Just as it turned the corner she jumped in front of it.
The headlights got brighter,
and brighter...
Then everything went black.
We'll i'm feeling really depressed right now so this is what you get :P COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMENT! :)
Her stilettos clicked against the wood floor as she entered the club.The beat of Telephone was blasting so loudly that Stacy was vaguely surprised the walls weren't shaking. Everyone was on the floor having a good time. But she didn't come here to have a good time, she came her to have a drink.
"Or two or three or four. she thought to herself sourly. Jack Daniels please." she said to the bartender as she sat on a stool next to the counter. That's all she did lately. Go to the bar and have a drink. Sometimes a 20 something guy might end up banging her. But that was okay because after Clinton died, she had no reason to live anymore. There was no point in trying. After that bastered hit his car from the side with a giant moving truck then sped off she didn't want love, life, or happiness. She wanted drugs and vodka.
"i hope he goes to he'll" she murmurered. "The fucker left my husband to die."
"Your drink mame." said the bartender, snapping her out of her trance.
"Huh? Oh."she took her drink and downed it in one swallow, wincing as the bitter taste went down her throat.
"Fill 'er up" she said handing the glass back to him.
While she drink was being prepared, she stepped outside and lit a cigarette. She started smoking as soon as Clinton pasted awayand this time she didn't intend to quit. Looking at the road she noticed that there was only one car on the road.
"One car." she whispered under her breath and began to run. Just as it turned the corner she jumped in front of it.
The headlights got brighter,
and brighter...
Then everything went black.
We'll i'm feeling really depressed right now so this is what you get :P COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMENT! :)