#lanesev001

[fixinglydia]

@lydiasiobhan: i jst threw up on like 3 ppl ;)) TEH BEST WYA 2 spnd news years obv !! ny1 wanna snog me?? haha joke! except not really

[adefinley]

[adefinley]

"Ahh, the countdown's in  a few! That should be rather exciting, don't you think?" Adelaide claps her hands together, beads clacking together from a string on her neck. "Couples kissing, people drinking, people shouting, and people drinking, what a good time, don't you think?" She was only being mildly sarcastic as she didn't really appreciate people shouting in her ears and screeching in pitches that could probably break glasses if held long enough, but free drinks always got her going. "I've got only a few beads but it doesn't matter anyway, they're just beads after all." She talks to no one in general, sitting at the bar with a glass of rum and coke in her hands as she lets her thoughts out in a whim that was most likely coming from all the alcohol she's had that evening. A multitude of people pass by her, disregarding everything she said and Adelaide looks down at her drink, she's lonely but she thinks she'll have to get used to it anyway.

[astridvinova-blog]

"As much as I don't care about competing to complete the most dares, I do hope I can coax you off a bead - especially if it involves breaking men's hearts."

[fixinglydia]

The fake I.D hadn’t worked, and neither had the low-cut top, black to match the mulberry beads she wore on a string around her neck; arched eyebrows and a shake of his head was all that she’d gotten from the guard as he’d marked either hand with a black X. She’d rolled her eyes; she could survive a night without getting pissed, couldn’t she? But then why was she in the loo, scrubbing vigorously at the marks and drying the tops of her hands? She just wanted a beer, for feck’s sake. It wasn’t as if she were planning on getting tossed.

She wandered over towards the bar, hands stuffed into the pockets of her trousers. “One pint, please,” she had mastered the art of meeting the bartender’s gaze without batting an eye, handing him over the three quid, and a moment later, she was clutching a cold plastic cup in dainty hands. She thanked him and took to the front of the tent to observe the carnival and the attractions sprawled out across the town. Hairs rose on the back of her neck to signify someone peering at her, and her head snapped up to look back at them, at the person standing beside her. Ah, feck’s sake. Had they seen her wipe off the crosses from her hands? She felt more than a little uncomfortable.

“Er— can I help you?” She spoke uncertainly, fingers tightening around the cup in her hands as if they were about to yank it from her grip at a moment’s notice. Her other hand trailed upwards to fiddle absentmindedly with the beads on her chest.

[howlingevan-blog]

Did they hire a new guy to do the music? No lame disco songs or oh, those show tunes they used to torture us with. I'm impressed.

[florabravo-blog]

Truths are way to easy-dare me.