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dysdaimcns :
the girl is half-right, he’ll give her that. he’s avoiding the challenge in fear of losing—but it’s not his pride he worries about. instead, it is the thought of losing himself in the haze of alcohol that terrifies him. mateo remembers junior year of high school, remembers getting caught pouring vodka down the sink, remembers pouring the rest of it down his throat in an attempt to salvage his reputation. he doesn’t remember much after that, only able to piece the night together from the whispered rumours afterwards. he’d woken up, naked, in bed with the prettiest girl in their grade, and had been filled with so much self-loathing as he’d stared his reflection down that he’d left her with a broken mirror to go with the broken heart.
there are many ways in which mateo is like his father, from his looks to the buried anger that constantly simmers under the surface, but he draws the line at alcoholism.
‘ if that makes you feel better about yourself, ’ he returns blithely, although there is an edge to his voice all the same. in the end, he will always be dante’s son before he is anthony’s—cruelty coming easier than kindness. it takes a second for the shame to settle heavy in his gut, and his expression softens in an unspoken apology. ‘ look, ’ he says, the word almost coming out like a sigh, ‘ i can’t make you stop if you want to drink some more, but i really think you should give the booze a break and grab something to eat with me instead. ’
effie had many experiences with boys -- most of them terrible after the first one she had let into her life had more than left her in the cold. since then, she had concentrated a lot of her efforts on seeing them in a different light; not as better, superior beings as she had previously been taught, but lesser than her. only good for a couple of things. there couldn’t be any better revenge than treating them as she had been treated, save for a few details. she still couldn’t act as monstrous, surely. her encounters with males had been of the worse kind, the ones with hungry gazes and restless hands. those were the only kinds she knew how to deal with -- anything else she was sure didn’t really exist.
her eyebrows raise for a second at his words before her features return back to their plain, semi-uninterested expression. a part of dealing with anyone was making sure nothing got to her; words washing off her back like water. what she was most puzzled about was the fact that he was trying to steer her away from the alcohol, once it became clear that it wasn’t for fear of losing. she could sense there was more to it than that.
thinking it through, she eventually let go of a laugh that was nestled in her throat. “it’s been a while since someone’s been interested in taking lil ol’ me on a date,” the drunken words were coated in a joking tone, and finally she sighed. “fine, whatever. food it is.”
candiedviiolets :
Violet was relentless, not even stumbling once she finished off what had to be her eleventh beer. If there was one thing Violet loved to do, it was to definitely show off in front of whatever crowd. She must have been an actress or some famous star in her past life. Either that or just an attention whore. She set the bottle back down, now slightly tipsy but still eager for something stronger. This rodeo was too happy and upbeat for her liking and she needed something to make her block it all out. That was how she coped with anything that made her upset. Just block it out and drink the feelings away. It was a miracle her liver was still intact. “Please tell me you have something stronger than this,” Violet replied as she giggled, a hiccup here and there. “Vodka, perhaps? This is practically apple juice to me. I’ll even find someone to bring it over here if I have to. Why stop the drinking fun now, right?”
she couldn’t hide the flicker of slight admiration in her eyes as she watched the other girl. it had been a little while since she had come upon someone who could challenge her, nevertheless someone who actually seemed willing to participate. it only helped with her buzz, and she didn’t hesitate about filling herself up another cup as soon as the other was done and chugged it down. being outside oddly helped with not getting wasted too soon; effie tried to concentrate on the air she breathed through her lungs, attempting to clear her head so that they could continue. “I don’t, but I’m pretty sure we could find someone who does,” she murmured with a tipsy smile as her gaze roamed the crowd. “there’s got to be some lowlives off their faces somewhere, right?”
candiedviiolets :
If there was one way to win Violet’s heart, ( shockingly, Violet Macaulay had a heart ) it was alcohol. So when Violet found herself walking over towards a girl who could barely stand, offered the chance to drink some more, Violet knew she couldn’t resist. “Not as good as me,” Violet replied, remembering from when she first started. She had been thirteen and discovered her grandfather’s secret stash of wine. When she got bored of wine, she moved onto the harder stuff. Rum, whiskey, gin, vodka, etc. Tequilas were considered water to Violet. “But I am always up for a challenge.” She made her way over to the beer keg, saying, “I see you’ve already gotten a head start so why don’t I go first?”
a dark eyebrow raised at the girl’s competitive words before a sly smile slowly curved across her lips. usually, effie wasn’t one to care less about winning things -- drunk eff however, was a whole different ballgame. plus it gave her something other than her troubled mind to focus on, and that was something close to a gift. the brunette had only began drinking at the average teenage age, not too young, but in the last couple years or so she had spent days on end doing nothing but drinking, and eventually teaching her body how to handle it. she didn’t think for a second she’d find another girl that could actually rival her. a head start was one thing to call it, effie figured she’d already had about ten herself. “sure thing, go ahead. show me what you’ve got.”
dysdaimcns :
mateo finds himself gravitating towards the noise; loathe as he is to admit it, there’s a naiveté within him—that he’s tried and failed to be rid of—that still hopes that surrounding himself with people will be enough to fill the empty hollow in his chest. he has no idea what’s going on, but it seems like the entire population of the town is out, the buzz of human activity acting as a siren’s call for a lonely boy. it’s been years since he’s stepped foot in a church, or been anywhere in the vicinity of one, but before he can rethink what he’s doing, he’s being beckoned over by a girl who’s clearly had one too many drinks.
‘ i’ll warn you—i’m a college student, i do this every other day, ’ he returns teasingly, lips curling into a soft grin. he gives her a quick once-over—more to assess her drunkenness than to check her out, but mateo’s dealt with enough drunk people to know that attempts to cut her off will probably be met with resistance, and so he hides the concern behind the slight raise of eyebrows and an appreciative smile. distantly, he wonders why he even cares; maybe he is anthony’s son after all. ‘ but i haven’t had anything to eat all day, ’ he continues smoothly, the easy smile serving to distract from the fact that he’s trying to steer her away from the beer, ‘ so maybe you could show me to where the food is, first ? ’
sometimes it was all she could do to fill her life up with mindless activities in order to numb out some of the sadness that haunted the girl daily. yes, most of those activities were of the unsavoury sort, but those were what usually worked the best. surprisingly, what was bad for you always served as a greater distraction in life than what was good. effie was past the point of worrying about getting into trouble; that part of her had withered away five or so years ago -- and now it was obvious, in the way she sauntered sloppily around and invited strangers to join her on her descent into darkness.
at the young man’s words, her eyes took on an instant glow. a bit of harmless competition was exactly what she needed to get her mind off of everything else, and most people she attempted to beckon over either ignored her completely or gave the girl wary looks and made a point of avoiding her. maybe they were actually the smart ones. she was beginning to psych herself up when he brought up food. “hmm, i don’t know. sounds to me like you’re just trying to avoid getting beat.” it was going to take more than that to get effie to give up her game.
lucasxward :
A rodeo really!? The better question Lucas thought was perhaps how it had come up so suddenly and without warning. The whole town was in an uproar as carnival games had sprung up to entertain the children, along with food stalls and even a cleared square for people to dance. He’d never really had the chance to see a rodeo nor if he was completely honest had he felt the inclination to try to go to one, but now with an opportunity readily available he was pretty curious. Several people walked by excitedly chattering dressed head to toe in tacky looking cowboy outfits, the whole town really gets into this he thought doing his best to not step on any of the children as they darted about from one entertainment to the next. There was a certain charm to the way people seemed so excited about the whole event, so different to what Lucas was used to growing up in the big city.
Wandering though the rodeo proved more challenging than Lucas would have liked, people walked in large huddles which made it difficult to push through dense throngs at times in order to make it to a particular attraction. Naturally after an hour or two of making his way through the crowds Lucas decided he needed a break, pushing his way through he eventually came across a peculiar sight. A young woman drunkenly circling a beer keg clearly struggling to keep her balance, before Lucas could react, she spotted him. A slanted grin spread across her face as she pointed vaguely at him, hand swaying. “Wanna challenge me to a throw-back of beers? I’ll warn you- I’m really good” She said patting the keg beside her.
“I’m good actually maybe another time are, are you gonna be okay? You’re not here alone are you?” he said, concern flashing across his face as he took in her stumbling.
it was almost embarassing how she was actually enjoying an event like this. really, the amount of cowboy boots she had seen up to now was apalling. only it gave her a sense of childish giddiness, even aside from the alcohol currently pulsing through her veins. it had taken a great deal of time for effie to feel like she could somehow fit in here in Boot Hill, and right then she had definitely never felt more a part of everything. almost like the town itself was her friend, helping her along with every step she took.
that said, she wasn’t actually overly interested in the sources of entertainment set up around the place. sure, it was fun to shoot and knock over some ducks now and again but all the games were so obviously rigged. her best bet was the food trucks and of course, beer. as the male she had called to her attention spoke, effie was immediately disappointed. “boooo.” she hissed, a giggle leaving her as though she found herself amusing. “you’re no fun.” her brows knitted together in confusion just for a fraction of a second at his question. why did he care? she was more familiar with boys trying to impress her, and she definitely wasn’t here to satisfy some guy’s attempts at boosting his ego. she absolutely hated feeling like a damsel in distress, even though she certainly knew how to get herself into some tricky situations. “i’m a big girl. i’ll be just fine.”
sinsof :
Never one to back down from a challenge, Sully was more than eager to take the girl up on her offer, but at the obvious inebriation (whether and act or not she couldn’t tell but she wouldn’t risk it anyway) she wasn’t going to drink against a girl who was two sheets to the wind and a half-stumble from alcohol poisoning.
Instead, she cocked her head to the side and rested one hand across her hips, chin lifting into the air a bit as she spoke, “I’ll take a rain check on the drinking contest but how about we get some greasy food in you to soak up some of what you’ve already drank before we end up wheeling you to the hospital, yeah?”
at the woman’s words, a pout that would’ve been fit seen on a five year old covered her lips. “boooring.” she sang, arms crossing over her chest in a way that made it seem even more like she was about to throw a tantrum. she didn’t really want to accept the offer; there was bound to be tons of people at the rodeo who would actually want to drink with her. “i’m fine.” however the word was comically dragged out as well as slurred. “i’ll eat, but i’m having something alcoholic with it. i’m on a roll, with no intention of stopping.”
arqueolcgias :
on her way back to the los gatos food cart, luz was almost ready to close up shop for the day. it had been a lucrative event and, with most business at the rodeo, it allowed for dolores to both look after linda and run the main shop again. she was lost in her concentration on a long to do list and considering tackling a plate of food and a couple beers before completing any of it when a woman caught her attention.
“i mean, i like a good beer same as anybody, but i’m probably more likely to win a taco eating contest–” luz fuentes could out-eat her brother any day of the week and cisco had an appetite too. it didn’t matter if it was pizza or tacos, the pair had always been in friendly competition. maybe he’d come see their moms now that linda was sick. she’d been eating nothing but leftovers from the taqueria since she’d arrived. she’d be ready. “–so maybe we should split the difference and you can buy me a beer and i can make you some barbacoa or al pastor tacos.” whether the girl could handle throwing back even more beers than it was clear she’d already had was inconsequential, because she definitely needed something to eat. “my mother’s horchata recipe is pretty good too if you want some time to rally between competitors.”
drinking was almost as familiar to her as breathing at this point, so why not pretend like it was a good thing to everyone she came across? better than wallowing in a gutter somewhere, surely. the alcohol ( most of the time ) made the girl feel like she was in good spirits, so she was probably easier to deal with drunk rather than sober in all honesty. it was a great cover-up.
simply being who she was, it was easier for effie to believe the woman was just trying to edge out of the tough competition instead of actually attempting to be helpful. in her own eyes, right then she was a spark dancing among much duller flames -- only in reality she was looking very messy, to say the least. effie was about to come up with some smart-ass response before there was the mention of food, and she took a second to survey the woman and her offer. it was true that her stomach seemed to grumble at the prospect and she let out a sigh. “slightly less fun, but okay -- you had me at tacos.”
You don’t look too good, your eyes are glassy and you smell vaguely of desperation.
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the rodeo seemed to awaken something inside of her; the bright lights, the constant chattering from the crowds -- it all contributed to her growing mood. a mood that for once seemed to be a good one, at least for now. either way, she’d take anything other than the gnawing emptiness that seemed to rest in her heart most days. she may have gotten a little ahead of herself, however, because now she was stumbling around a beer keg, struggling to remain upright on her feet.
tipsily raising a finger to point to a figure sauntering by, she gave them a slanted grin and gestured for them to come over. once they were nearby, effie patted the keg beside her. “wanna challenge me to a throw-back of beers? i’ll warn you -- i’m really good.”
lana-richards :
lana had always enjoyed the rodeo - the bright lights, the sense of the whole town coming together as a community for a shared experience. she didn’t like the relentless advertising of food, or the frequent run-ins with tipsy students, but all in all it allowed her to forget about the stresses of her life for a few hours at a time - and the days of work helped with that.
she had ducked behind one of the trucks for a cigarette, having staved off the urge for hours. but just as she lit it, she heard footsteps, and sighing, she turned to face the person. “can i help you?” it came out slightly ruder than intended, but all she had wanted was a few minutes of peace.
there was only so many carnival-like games a girl could play without eventually becoming bored. especially since aside from greeting a couple of people here and there, she was at the rodeo alone. at least for the most part she preferred it that way; alone meant less bother half of the time, less drama. usually she had to wait until she was in a certain mood to even be bothered about getting involved in any kind of drama.
effie was taking a time out from the festivities, wandering this way and that until she came across a lone woman smoking behind a truck. she ignored her question, nodding towards her hand. “could i bum one of those?” like a little kid begging for candy, the desperation was clear in her eyes.
emilia-w :
emilia enjoyed the rodeo back when she was a child, but as she got older it was one of the few things about boot hill that seemed to have lost it’s charm for her - particularly since her parents death. but there was still something about the constant laughter that lightened the soul slightly, so emilia always endeavoured to spend at least a few hours each year enjoying the most tasteless entertainment arizona had to offer.
she was attempting to chow down on some candyfloss when she felt a tap on her shoulder. she wheeled around quickly, smiling. “you okay?”
the brunette had always harboured a soft spot for events like these. most of the time they were cheesy and way too over the top in a way that would have most city folk rolling their eyes. only effie had been brought up on such small town gatherings, so she couldn’t help but view them as nostalgic. even more, they always reminded her of her mom, creating a confusing mix of sadness and fond memories inside of her.
spotting the girl enjoying her candyfloss, she found her hand reaching out to tap her on the shoulder before she could help herself. “oh, hey. yeah. i was just looking for someone i actually know.”
hello friends! my name’s robyn and I’ll be playing lil miss effie sutton. she’s a little wild and can be a bit of a pain but it’s just because she’s hurting... she really has a good heart deep, deep, deep down. you can check out her bio here and definitely feel free to message me to plot whenever you like. ps. i’m a sucker for angst!!
MEET EFFIE,
FULL NAME › Effie Sutton AGE › twenty three GENDER › Cis female (She/Her/Hers) FROM › Baton Rouge, Louisiana RESIDENCE › Miracle Mine Mobile Home Park (Outskirts) OCCUPATION › Bartender at the Bucking Horse Saloon NOW PLAYING › Freak by Lana Del Rey
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trigger warnings: abuse, prostitution, death, poverty, cancer
There are some people who are sadly, not destined to have an easy go of it from the very beginning. Effie Sutton was born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, to a single mom who just managed to get by and put enough food on the table for herself and her only child, but luxuries were always scarce. In pre-school, Effie would be the subject of judging glares from kids and other parents alike, wondering how someone could send their kid to school with only two pairs of clothes and looking like they hadn’t even been properly washed. This was nothing unusual to her mom who had only experienced a similar upbringing herself. Even the little girl didn’t understand how she was different from anyone else until she began to get a little older, eventually seeing the contrasts between herself and her peers. Even so, in her earlier years she was a pleasant person, always polite to anyone she met and careful to use manners. She was loved by her mother, truly, and was sad that she couldn’t provide more for her little girl and so she was out of the house most of the time, working hard to keep their lives as stable as they could be. God knows the father wasn’t reaching out to help. It was only when Effie started to get a little more world-weary that she began to understand just how far her mother was going to help them get by.
One early evening, a ten year old Effie wandered into the bathroom to ask her mother something while the older woman was getting ready for a shower. It was then where she spotted the strange marks on her mother’s body and began to cry, believing she was terribly hurt. Her mother then sat her down and told her what she had to do with men to make some money; not sugar-coating it too much because she was going to learn one way or another. She admitted that one of the men had gotten a bit aggressive with her but it was okay – it rarely ever happened and there was nothing to worry about. Afterwards, they shared a hug and everything seemed fine. It was only unconsciously that Effie began to change, suddenly feeling different about the world around her. She was an average student, doing only as much as she was expected to and never more. During high school, she was picked on now and again by the more popular students who were a whole lot wealthier than herself, but it didn’t affect her too much. As soon as she was old enough, she took up as many jobs as she could handle at once to help her mother pay the bills – from babysitting gigs to working in any diner that would take her. It was during one of these jobs that she met who she then believed to be the love of her life, a handsome young man who was the older brother of a little girl she frequently looked after.
Only being seventeen at the time, it was quite easy for the boy to completely whisk her off her feet. Some would say the time in which he confessed his love was far too early, and what did kids know about love anyway? But Effie was blinded by this person who seemingly would do anything for her and treated her like a princess. It was the first time in her life where she truly felt special. It was a few months into the relationship where things started to go a little awry; her boyfriend seemed to be getting overly suspicious of her whereabouts when she wasn’t with him and convinced that his ‘love’ was hiding something from him. Gradually this morphed into him believing she was cheating and doing constant check-ups of her phone and who she was texting. Of course, Effie was nothing more than innocent and thought he was just being dramatic because he loved her so much. That was… until the hitting started. She would come home nights bruised, running up to her room before mother could see, and slowly worked out the similarities between her now and her mom all those years ago. Men would do anything to gain control of women, that was all the world had shown her this far. She understood then that she had to distance herself from the relationship before things got worse.
One rainy night she uttered the words ‘I’m breaking up with you’, just to be faced with the most terrifying situation in her life. She tried to reason with him, but there was no use. Her boyfriend turned into a monster and began beating her until eventually, Effie passed out. She was found where she had earlier been dumped in the park later that night by a stranger, badly beaten. She was hospitalized where eventually her mother was called and Effie told her everything, lapsing into tears. Everything started to get a little calmer after that generally, even if Effie had visibly changed for the worse. She began doing things that once would have been unlike her, staying late at parties, drinking and smoking and messing around with a lot of boys. Her mindset was if the world was going to treat her badly anyway, why couldn’t she play it against its own game? It made her feel more in control of what was going on; that she could almost choose what bad things happened to her.
She and her mother were planning to move away, start someplace fresh with the money they had saved when the bad news came in. Her mom had cancer, and it was terminal. During this time Effie only seemed to lash out more, drinking herself into oblivion and some nights not even coming home. This was the reason why she missed being with her mother when she died, something she would regret for the rest of her life. Alone in the world and feeling incredibly bitter, Effie took to the road, no preset destination in mind. She just wanted out from this life, to be free. She drove through countless states, never staying for too long until she was back on the road again – searching for someplace that felt right. Even to this day, Effie swears Boot Hill came to her in a dream. Drawing her in with the promise of living a new life, of making something of herself. She found the mobile home park and settled in quite quickly, seeing as it was the only place she could really afford to stay. It wasn’t anything special, but she soon made it feel like home. Along with a job at the saloon, the young woman leads a more or less decent life. She is still more than a little troubled by her past, which often shows in how she interacts and treats others, but she is a survivor. She is someone who tries to ignore the strange rumours about the town, but can’t deny that there has been something pulling her into staying there ever since she arrived.
❝ The girl who signed her papers in lipstick leans against the drugstore, smoking, brushing her hair like a machine. ❞
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