Brittany King

Candy corn martinis and haunted houses...

theodorevics

Candy corn martinis? I think I will stick to my pumpkin beer.

You don't know what you're missin'.

#theodore

Candy corn martinis and haunted houses...

laurennesrage

Pumpkin beer to my left, candy corn martinis to my right… and I thought I’d be going to Hell instead of Heaven.

Though I’m not really sure about haunted houses…

Oh they're great, 'specially when you got a little extra in your martini.

#hannah

Candy corn martinis and haunted houses...

Perfect combo in my book.

#bcstarter

rookietoph

Don't you think Pumpkin Spice is going a little too far?

rookietoph

I gotta say, I like the way you think. I could probably handle that.

Watch out, patent pending.

#topher

rookietoph

Don't you think Pumpkin Spice is going a little too far?

I mean first it was coffee and now it’s all our food, and the next thing y’know we’ll all be… pumpkin spice people.

S'long as I can be pumpkin spice vodka, we're good.

#topher

Really? Is that so? I’ve always been sober…at least I think I have.

An indescribable feeling? Wow that sounds so lovely - I know that some might frown on it but from how you describe it or lack of describing it. It sounds…well intriguing, very very intriguing. Like you, Britt. Is that so? Then how do you think I would be high if I am already so airy? Wow, I would love to feel that. It sounds so peaceful!

Freak out? Oh goodness, that sounds absolutely scary. Have you had, um, y’know bad trips? Were they frightening? Please don’t be sorry, it’s just my story.i mean I am better know - I don’t always like being so weak but that is just the card I was given. Not much I can do about it other than look on the bright side. Right? You really do think I am high. Hehe, I promise I am not though..maybe…maybe I would like ot be. I’m pretty sure it is just me. Yes, it is an odd feeling of lost and I haven’t quite put my finger on how I feel about it but…I feel better now. You make me feel less lost, I like that.

I, uh, wasn’t making up complimetns. I think you are really pretty, hasn’t anyone ever told you that before? I’m sure you get it all the time…how couldn’t you? I’m sorry…I’m rambling, aren’t I? You probably think me mad, huh? The mayor? Wow, how lovely. What is he like? Are you two close? Do you think, uh, you will forget me? I’d prefer if you would not, though, if I have any say in it. but I know I’m odd so…it is really up to you, isn’t it?

#i love her she's adorableeee #catelyn

For some reason I'm starting to believe that. You're so....innocent. Like a baby deer. Most of the time it is nice, but you always crash. That's the part that sucks, and why I keep doing it. You...I'd say you'd probably be the chatterbox kind of high. Or the giggling kind.

It's kinda hard not to have at least one, and yeah, they're bad. I try to avoid them at all costs. It kinda defeats the purpose, ya know? I use to feel good, not to be terrified.

I'm just sorry you had to go through it. Sometimes it's nice to know someone sympathizes, but I'm sorry if it felt like I was pitying you or anything. I hate when that happens to me, so I totally didn't mean it that way. I don't think I've met someone as optimistic as you, at least not one I kinda wanted to punch in the face for being so cheery. Wait- you'd actually want to? I mean, I could hook you up if you wanted but I think I would have to chaperone you. You don't know much about yourself, you could get into some trouble on your own with that stuff. Maybe the drugs would resurface some memories though. It does that to me all the time, things I've forgotten or tried to.

It's not often people tell me I make them feel less lost. At least no one sincere, which I have a feeling you actually are.

People say that, but most of the time they don't mean it. They say it when they're flying and to get in my pants. Which I never really mind. It's not so bad. I don't think you're completely mad, but you gotta be a little if you're still talking to me and sober.

Uh...we're....well family. My mom's closer to me though. Dad's a busy man. I have a feeling I couldn't forget you even with the help of all the drugs in the world. Not that I'd try. You're...interesting.

Really? Wow, you are a very intriguing person - has anyone told you that before? What does it feel like? To be high…

I really don’t think I am but the more the talk then maybe, maybe I am? Oh goodness I’m no sure. A bad trip where? Yes, hospital - um - I lived there for a while. I kind of has this sickness that wouldn’t go away, I’m better now .Well sometimes I feel weak and I catch things easily but I’m not too bad off. Maybe they are taking their time. Oh I do hope that is what is happening. I wouldn’t want to be alone, that would just be awful. Don’t you think? You would do that for me? Really? You are just as nice as you are pretty, I see. How do, how do they know pretty much everyone? That seems incredibly hard to do. Do you know almost everyone?

Uh, some. No one sober. Or claiming to be, at least.

There's no way to describe it, really. And it depends what you're on. Actually, you'd probably know more than anyone, what with the "airy"-ness. Most of the time it feels like I'm...weightless. Floating. Free. I don't know..

A bad trip....it's when you freak out when you're high. Oh- I'm sorry. It's good you're better, then. Maybe that's why you seem kinda high. They could've had you on all sorts of things. Or maybe it's just you. Alone isn't so bad, but you wouldn't be alone here. I'm sure all sorts of people would take care of you. Sure thing. I know how scary being lost can feel. You know, you don't have to make things up. I'll still help you without the compliments. They uh...my dad's the mayor? It's kinda his job to know everyone. Me? Nah. Just most people, and a lot of people I don't remember.

Most people can, I guess I just kind of radiate it sometimes. You did? How absolutely intriguing.

Oh no, I don’t think I would like to walk up in a bathroom on the floor anytime soon if I can avoid it. But life has been so odd lately - I may not have any control over that in the least. Yes I think I did, or at least I hope I did! Him and my aunt - maybe some people from the hospital. Oh goodness, I do hope they came. Do you have family here. Are they okay? I would hate if my dad wasn’t here, it would just be awful.

Did, do, it's all up in the air, really.

You sure you're not on somethin'? No control over where you wake up? Sounds like a bad trip to me. Hospital? Well as far as I know, you're the newest person I've seen. Uh, yeah. I live with my family. They're...as good as they can be, I guess. Maybe I can ask my da- er... I'll ask my mom if she's seen them. My parents pretty much know everyone.

I’ve never been high, or at least I don’t think I have been high before. My personality is a bit - um - airy? So I suppose I never really needed it. Have you ever been high?

I could only imagine, so incredibly uncomfortable indeed. I guess it does, now doesn’t it? I haven’t even seen my dad yet - it makes me nervous.

Airy....yeah, I can see that. Have I- uh yes.

I don't recommend it if you can avoid it. Did you come here with him?

toddrandall

Halloween’s coming up…

There’s a reason why it’s my favourite time of the year.

'Cause it lets you lick knives without judgement?

#todd

I’m calm, I promise. You think I am fine? That is good, incredibly good - I wouldn’t want people to worry about me the first day i’m here. That wouldn’t be good.

Britt? It is very very nice to meet you Britt! No, I can’t say that I do - maybe my dad know. But I am not sure. I don’t think I have every woke up in someone’s bathroom floor. But then again I could be mistaken my memory is a bit scattered. have you ever woke up on a bathroom floor? Sounds pretty uncomfortable, if you ask me.

Only reason I'm worried is 'cause you woke up in a random place and you aren't high.

Oh, it's really uncomfortable. But hey, happens to the best of us. Have you asked your dad about it?

Baths are always better when they aren't in my own house.

#bcstarter

I s'pose I should stop being a hermit, then.

sammi-king

She couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her mouth, couldn’t even muffle it with her hand, in the way she was taught was proper. It was funny, really. Brittany must have knew it too, even though she was upset. She knew how Sammi worked, in the exact same way everyone else did. The redhead was a cynic, a slightly less version of everyone else in her family — if you asked her, at least. She didn’t know how to stop, always full on, head on. The girl didn’t have a politician’s mouth, not like her father; it wasn’t close to it. She wasn’t her mother’s daughter, not really, unless you counted the close enough ginger hair color they shared. Not her stare, or the bashful way she always seemed to talk, even when she was concerned… slow like honey, each word deliberate as to draw out what she wanted to know. Not Britt’s anything: not the smile she showed sometimes, the perfect makeup Sammi used to like before high school, her confidence.

It was pretty shitty.

The girl grabbed one end of her hair, twirling it absentmindedly — bad tick she had, one of those that was harder to get rid of, easier to leave alone, everytime you tried. ”What, Britt?” On the side, she felt her hair knotting, one or two strands loosening so they’d fall down to the floor in a few. She would’ve rathered her arms crossed, palms twitching like they always seemed to when her and Brittany talked. ”I’m not even… high and mighty isn’t so much my thing; it’s just that you’ve lied before, you know?” She bothered biting her lip, as if it’d make her look shy. Something that never actually worked.

Laughing. It was always like this. Britt would try to be serious for once or get frustrated with her little sister and she'd laugh it off. She should be used to it by now, but her months away from living with the family had dulled the memories of how her sister worked. If she wasn't so proud, she might see the humor that Sammi did but at the moment it was lost, but for all she knew it could be the haze of last night's exploits.

She watched her sister twirl her hair, the only thing the girls did in common. This time it was Britt who couldn't stifle the chuckle as she watched the other girl bite her lip. "You sure it's not? If I'm a liar, you're definitely the one on her high horse judging me for it."

#sammi

Seems the house is always empty lately.

What’s wrong baby?

It's nothing.

#patience

Seems the house is always empty lately.

What’s wrong baby?

#ignore the text please #patience

Nothin'. It's nothing.

Oh, right, of course - I guess I do speak kind of odd, now don’t I? I tend to ramble, though I don’t know why, but if I were to get on your nerves or ramble too much. You could just tell me, then I would stop. I haven’t really, well, not at all, hmm, it has been a while since I have just been able to meet new people.

Right, right, names. I’m Catelyn - or Cat or Cate or Lynate or whatever way Catelyn could be shortened or created. Or y’know…just Catelyn. What’s your miss?

Woah there, calm down. You're fine.

I'm Brittany, but you can call me Britt. So you don't know how you ended up here? Or you just woke up on some random person's bathroom floor?

#:3 #catelyn

No, I’ve been high before - once - and well I am not now. Why do you ask? Do I seem it?

Nah, just the way you talk.

So what's you name, anyway?