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Post by Leanna S. Grobain on Jul 23, 2013 5:04:33 GMT -5
- - - - - Drinking was fun. Smoking was fun. Dope was awesome. She did not have any heroin on her, but with the price of those bad boys nowadays, it would be a shocker, even to herself, if she managed to procure herself some. Of course, she was already saving up for her next bag, but until then, she had to settle for what she had, despite the nagging tingling in her arms and legs, the symptoms of withdrawal, even though she's only been empty for a week. Still, the absolute worst part has got to be the hangovers. Hey, you get what you get after playing in a bar for as long as she's had, and the owner was kind enough to reward her loyalty with free booze after performances, and Leanna, being the girl that she is, could not ever find herself to decline such a generous offer. Every single time.
But anyway, there she was, 3 o' clock in the afternoon, barely half an hour after waking up. Her head was throbbing, and any and all loud noises sent an aching wave of pain in her skull. The strong rays of the sun nearly caused her to trip off her bed. For the longest time, the pink haired girl contemplated staying there in bed, but her tummy had other ideas. After a moment of scrounging through her fridge and finding nothing in particular that could be labelled as 'unexpired food', she decided that its time for her to actually go out and get something to eat.. after getting herself a few packs of smokes.
Without even taking so much as a quick shower, Leanna proceeded to put on a random hoodie she pulled off the floor, placed on a pair of sunglasses and headed out. To most people, she wouldn't have had a very pleasant odor, but to her, it was an average day. In fact, her leaving the house in the afternoon was anything but average, but alas, food was needed, and so was her share of nicotine.
After a quick stop at the local convenience store, the girl lit up one of her cigarettes and headed towards a cafe nearby. Having grown up in this town, it would be a safe bet to assume that she knew the place like the back of her hand, but it would also be because of this that she had plunged down to rock bottom. Her once promising career was dead, with no chance of revival, and she's stuck as a random chick playing in a bar on some nights. She had no college degree, and she hadn't even gotten the chance to finish high school, since she dropped out a month away from graduation as her music career was taking off. But nowadays, if there comes a time where she really needed the cash, that was when things get a little steamy.
Alas, the girl headed in, approaching the counter for her usual order of a sandwich and a quick cup of hot white coffee before heading towards an empty seat by the window. She had turned a few heads as she walked in, and the few people that were having a late brunch started whispering amongst themselves, presumably about her. Leanna didn't mind that at all. She was used to it. In fact, ever since her career died, she had been labelled as a notorious egomaniacal, self centered slut that no one should ever approach if they knew what's good for them.
It was funny, because those same people claimed to be her supporters when she rose to fame. And when she needed help the most? They all turned their backs on her. Well, she didn't need help anymore. She found her own thing, she found her own remedy, and she found what was able to satisfy her.
"No smoking here, miss, you should know that by now."
There wasn't even a greeting, nor was it a respectful plea. Just one of the employees of the cafe telling her the exact same thing she's heard the last time she was here. And the time before that, and so on. With a quick roll of her eyes, which they probably couldn't have seen anyway, since she still had on her sunglasses, the girl dipped the lighted end of her cigarette on the table, extinguishing it with a small sizzling noise.
Yep, just an average day in the life of one Leanna Seattle Grobain.
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