broken little brooklyn kids☂[ donovan siblings ]
Vicki Donovan had been at it again tonight. It wasn't anything new, not at all. She had done too many lines of cocaine, but never worry, she had washed them all down with plenty of hard liquor. The colors of the lower east Brooklyn club smeared and formed together in Vicki's chocolate eyes, the deafening sound of the music, the men dancing up on her, all making her quite numb to the reality of her own misery. Downing another shot, she was far gone and it was nearly three AM. Damon had of course left her there, like he did sometimes when he would pick up a girl, or just get bored. He claimed he didn't want to ruin her good buzz, but Vicki knew, deep down, that it was just because, maybe just maybe, he didn't care what truly happened to her. No one did. A few men had tried to grab her to stay up, grinding against her, older men that were just taken by the young, mouthy Brooklynite. Instead, Vicki pushed back and stumbled, fighting them off and going outside the blaring club.
Fumbling with her phone, she hit the speed dial button that Matt had made for her, in case she were too drunk, she would only have to press one and it would go straight to his phone. "...M-Matty, it's Vicki...I'm...It hurts, Matty...Had too much and...these boys keep bothering me...Damon left me h-here...Can you come, baby brother? I wov you..." She slurred and then proceeded to slur the address she was out. The cold air didn't help her much, just made her cheeks pink. The slutty outfit she had on offered her no warmth as she leaned against the club, her stomach in knots and the entire world spinning.