Dec 19, 2014
Power & Control
Essex isn't necessarily Niamh's scene. There's so much orange and hair extensions - but there's even more snow. The cocaine flows like water and Niamh is taking it all in, lapping it up. Her pupils are blown, her arrogance is peaking along with her high. She struts up to the bar and orders another two shots of tequila before she notices the man next to her. She leans against him slightly, smirking up at him. "Hello, gorgeous. I'll buy you the next round - you shouldn't pay for your drinks with a face like that. I mean, I shouldn't either, but I don't mind when I'm buying for someone as attractive you."
