Alonzo.
Rex.
Alonzo.
Rex.
Her mind was swimming as her feet bounced from the floor, side to side, rhythmically matching the sounds that escalated and crawled into her skin like a sickness. She knew she had to stop popping these...they were always too good. But whenever Rex offered...she couldn’t say no. He wasn’t even here with her...just dropped them off as if they didn’t have a magic string that was strung around their hearts, tied to each other. At least, that’s how Georgette saw it. Rex was one of those childhood friends...the boy she grew up loving. He was so damn similar to her, growing up the same way, receiving the same attention. It was no wonder they both hated and loved each other. They were one in the same. But as they got older, Rex began to grow colder...just as Alonzo had. It wasn’t too hard to see why she needed nights like these, ones where a simple pill could melt her obsessiveness away.
She didn’t mean to be so much. It was just the conditions, the circumstances, the lifestyle of being handed everything you want. When it came to uncontrollable, unattainable things...for instance, human emotion, Georgette could lose her mind. How was it, in this huge world of hers, the two people who she put on the highest pedestal would be so...indifferent when it came to her?
Her heart ached and pounded. She couldn’t feel her feet. She was buzzing on a high that only ignoring all your problems could deliver.
With a heavy heart, she wandered back to the bar, letting herself breathe finally. She ordered a cosmopolitan with extra umbrellas and tipped a twenty.
When the blonde looked at the person who was sitting closest to her, she grinned.
“Well look at the two of us. Just a couple of loners, huh?”
