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@miss-farrahx
Ooc: So I'm mobile, so I apologize for the lack of read more. Basically this weekend is chock full of thing I need to do, my cousins party is today/I'm baby sitting later and tomorrow I'm going to the Ariana Grande concert and will be with my friend all day because of that, but trust me I'll be more active after that!
"What if what?" Levi cocked an eyebrow at her. "No, speak up if you’ve got something on your mind."
'It's nothing, Levi... Besides, It's not like it's going to change much, I should just move on with my life."
"What is it? Are you alright?" Niko questioned. "Was it about the mass text?"
"I'm fine, it's just...." She bit her lip for a moment and continued. "What if those threats... What if they're real?"
What if What?
"What if your mouth breathing is a little too much for me-- god, I'm trying to think here."
"I don’t know, Farrah. I think I’m starting to develop human emotions or something." Georgie shook her head, slowing down her movement until she stood in front of her friend once again, taking yet another drink. "Well, one thing is for damn sure. Celeste Lockwood is six feet underground and she can kiss my ass."
"God, that would be a shame, wouldn't it?" She replied sarcastically, snatching the bottle from the strawberry blonde and taking her own swig of alcohol. "That's 100% correct, in fact, I'll drink to it." And then another. "Honestly, I don't know why this town is spinning upside down on it's ass-- She wasn't that important-- at least not to me."
"Fuck, what if...." she tried to shake off the feeling that maybe she did have a reason to worry, but it wasn't working. "Nevermind, forget I said anything."
Taking the next shot and slamming the glass down, Georgie reached for the bottle. Grasping it tightly now, she began pacing the floors, taking several swigs straight from the bottle. “This is gonna sound beyond horrible but I’m honestly a bit.. relieved? I got what I needed from her. On the other hand, I think I might miss her. How sad is that? And it’s probably some psycho, like the ones you hear about in trash magazines. ‘Janitor at high school obsessed with death of teen. Pretends to be her.’”
Before Farrah could even stop her, Georgina was downing the bottle one swig at a time, she wanted to comment that only her mouth was allowed on the grey goose, but she let it go, eyes widened as she searched her mind for something not tactless to say. "I mean it is sad, like she died as a whore known nationwide. Why would you miss that?" she shook her head and knocked back her second shot. "Well It's lame, it needs to stop."
God, no. It’s just some lame ass group of kids thinking they’re hot shit and funny. It’ll get old real fast.
I don't trust that for a second, but okay. Let's what what happens.
Georgina intently watched as the liquor filled up the glass, downing it with no problem before assessing her friend’s question. “Oh, please. Not you too. Everyone was obsessed with Celeste. Now that she’s dead, they want to be her. I’m so over it.”
Farrah rolled her eyes before knocking her own back, hissing for a moment before pouring them two more. "Please, that skank wished I was obsessed with her. She's dead, so I wanna know the idiot who's texting my phone."
If we all ignore it, it’ll go away eventually.
That's exactly what dumb people say before their problems blow back in their faces.
Fingers crossed.
You're telling me, this whole thing is wacked.
Yes, definitely. It’s not even laughable anymore. Just annoying as fuck.
I refuse to be freaked out about this. This is a sick joke and it needs to stop.
Yeah I got one too. Boring as shit. It’s not she, she is dead.
Fuck, you're right. This is so ridiculous.
Oh, good. Let the rain come pouring then.
"Alright" Farrah moves around the table to take a bottle from under her bed and moved to her shelf to grab two shot glasses. "So, what do you make of this text message bullshit?" Farrah asked as she set the glasses down and poured them up.
✉ text: ALL CONTACTS
Celeste: Think this is a joke? I'm still here bitches, and I know your darkest secrets. - C
Farrah: *blocks*
I’m not crying and I don’t want a latte. Let’s raid the liquor cabinet.
Oh... So It's that kind of day.... Well, I've got a bottle of vodka I was saving for a rainy day.
It’s refreshing. This town is as dull as dull gets and someone’s decided to take it upon themselves to liven the place up—- that is, if they have the guts.
Well, I guess I-- holy shit... She's texting me again.
