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“If I hit that dart...then you have to go out with this weekend.” Fabian held the sharp dagger between his hands, the glint of the moonlight on the sharp edge, looking almost menacing. He was out with Shiloh, having reached out to her a hundred and sixty two years later or so. He watched for her expression, and then his gaze shifted to the town below them. For they were in a forest, neighboring to a population. 

“Name your victim, and if this finds their heart, you can’t say no.” A smirk, lips lifting enough to show fangs as Fabian Callahan waited for the witch’s response. “C’mon lassie, don’t keep a man hanging here.”

[g-rae-ted]

Drinking From The Bottle | Georgia and Shiloh

It didn't take long for the information to filter through that they were heading on, and Georgia had decided there and then that she wanted to go out of Vegas with a bang.  She had nothing to lose, having torn her relationships to tatters in her hands, and no one to blame but herself. She just wanted to lose herself in the darkness of Vegas once more, and not have to take back anything. That was when she got fixated on the idea of the "Hangover" night. She had decided from day one that she wanted to have a wild night out, and when better to do it than when you had a time constraint and one night left to go wild. And who better, than with the resident wild child? The answer: no one. If there was one person who could help Georgia spend a night back in her old life style, it was Shiloh. Dressing simply, and slipping on a pair of heels, Georgia took another swig from the vodka bottle, choking slightly on the burn before she swayed over to the door, shoving the bottle into her bag and adding a bag of pills that she'd stumbled on the previous week.

Making her way unsteadily down to Shiloh's room, already half cut, Georgia leaned against the door and hammered down on the door a few times, bellowing "Shiloh, you whore I want my tattooooo" before eventually her hand fell onto the door handle and she pushed her way in. "You better be dressed because I want my tattoo okay? I want my tattoo"

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Vodka Dinner | Shiloh and Georgia

One thing for sure with this house? Drama circulated. A lot. Sometimes, Georgia was involved, people had definitely looked differently at her after she'd broken Danny's nose, had a chair thrown at her, broke up a fight and still continued to throw the punches, but that was the past. If people had known more about Georgia, they have understood in a heartbeat, but she'd never been open about that. No, this time the drama had nothing to do with her, and followed the typical teen drama, but widely overblown and frankly, terrifying. To the point where Georgia had planned to hole herself up in her room and spend the evening watching TV. Shiloh's suggestion therefore, made immediate sense. Get drunk. Get high. Go sleep. Typical sunday night in. Sure, if Dean knew, he'd be pissed, but it wasn't like it was an open invitation.

Reaching under her bed, she pulled out the large bag of weed that was apparently Bluey's and some skins and already rolled joints, and headed over to Shiloh's room. Knocking once, she opened the door and slipped inside, not wanting to make a big deal. "I come bearing narcotics" she grinned, crossing across the room to the other girl