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