Location: Eden’s Twilight Date: August 18 Time: 11:56 PM @camtrask
Going to this stupid club, with all these stupid people that were drinking and doing drugs had been a really awful idea. It was camaraderie for the sake of making more friends. Hanging out with the Vixens and Foxes was one thing, but being out at a party where there were older people was a whole other thing. This. Eden’s. Was a completely different thing and Ripley had no idea why he was still here. He could head back to Palmetto. He’d told his parents where he was coming and they weren’t entirely pleased. He’d been to parties sense. Those were different. High school parties with people he knew and house parties with community college people that he knew -- there weren’t that many clubs in Blowing Rock and he and his friends would have had to drive to Asheville for real clubbing. So normally they didn’t. There were too many people, too many drinks being passed around, too many drugs surrounding him. Ripley sipped on some water with lemon, pretending that it was vodka and that he was drunk. After a few hours of that, he’d gotten to the point where he needed some air and a cigarette, so he made his way outside.
The cool, fresh air hit him like a wave and felt like a relief. Despite that the air was still warm summer air, it felt cooler than being in a room with a bunch of hot, sweaty people. Thank god, he thought. Ripley lit a cigarette and watched the smoke curl up into the air for a moment. When it was just him at practice, when he was with his family, when he’d been in classes at his community college, things had been easier. Sobriety had been easier. Now, not so much. It would be easy to drink, even easier to swallow a pill. Maybe part of him wanted to be that person again. The guy that was easy going, who didn’t care about school, who had an affinity for getting into trouble and not caring about the consequences. He’d become the boy everyone said he’d amount to: a no good, drug dealer who was better off behind bars. Ripley still wanted to be more than that. He wanted to prove that he was worth something to the world. He didn’t know how he planned on doing that. Ripley knew that the only reason he was here was because everyone else came. And with that meant a certain Fox with teal-tipped hair. Not that he’d gotten to see her or talk to her yet. He was hoping to get a few good dances in before the night was up. At least a little bit of fun before heading home.
