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[jade-carlisle-blog]

It was late, the sky dark and the only light source the spotty streetlamps. Jade was walking home from a shift at the bar, slightly drunk and overall unhappy at the prospect of having to deal with her mother when she got home. 

The dark south side streets were never a real place of safety, and Jade tugged her jacket tighter around her. The brunette’s head whipped around at the sound of footsteps behind her, the darkness making it impossible to see who was behind her. Her heart thumped as she went over the list of possible people she’d pissed off. “Hello?” 

[margottho-blog]

“I feel bad for people who can’t have cookies delivered to them at weird hours of the night. I have Insomnia Cookies to supply my high ass some delicious cookies at 2:30 in the morning. Proud to be a Chicagoan.”

[tfkarla-blog]

“look, you are cute and all but i’m not in the mood to deal with anyone tonight. so the only way i’m letting you sit here is if you promise all we are going to do is drink.” karla said to the other approaching the bar stool near her, she wasn’t even sure if the person was going to sit down but she made her warning known before they had a chance.

[dylcnwtf-blog]

‘ listen, chief. i’m a litle busy right now, so if you wouldn’t mind moving it along? that’s be great. ’

[jade-carlisle-blog]

Jade only bothered to glance up from her cigarette as she could feel someone staring at the fresh bruise on her cheek, her lip still red from where it got busted. 

“You should see the other guy.” She muttered, mostly hoping the person would go away. People should know by now, since she’d lived in the south side her whole life, that she got into fights over almost everything, and it wasn’t uncommon for her to have a fresh bruise everyday.