precious

I'm Tannor Logan. 19 years young. Queen bee and I don't deal with wannabees. "I party like a rock star. Look like a movie star. Play like an all-star. Fuck like a porn star."

[candicevalmont]

You know, you shouldn’t even refer to thing that we aren’t supposed to talk about which I guess is now hypocritical of me to say so.

[tannor--logan]

You're the idiot who brought it up. Don't blame me for knowing shit.

[candicevalmont]

Getting my ass beat last night wasn’t all that fun. But at least I wasn’t the only one left with a few bruises.

[tannor--logan]

Are you part of.... You know that thing you aren't supposed to talk about? 

[thesofiawindsor-blog]

Party Like a Rockstar | Phoebe and Tannor

Being born and raised in Tuscany, Phoebe knew the streets like the back of her hand. As soon as the girl sent her the address, she knew exactly where she was going. As per usual, her parents didn’t even seem to care that she was going out on a school night - her mother’s only warning was that she needed to be well-rested for her shoot tomorrow after school. Since her incident, while her mother had been in denial, her father turned distant. The man never commented on how short her dresses were. Hell, some guy could be fucking her against the wall and he’d likely not even look up. By now, Phoebe had convinced herself that getting trashed most nights of the week was not a cry for help, for attention, as much as her therapist tries to tell her otherwise. She refused to admit it. She was just a seventeen year old girl, going out and having fun - sometimes, maybe, a little bit too much fun. Tonight she wore a tight and dangerously short little black dress, gifted to her by a designer who was always complimenting her legs and ass. The girl knew she looked good, too good even, but tonight she was determined to give Tannor the time of her life; and, of course, prove that this city wasn’t as boring as it may appear when the sun was out. when she arrived at the address, she knocked on the door and awaited an answer.

[tannor--logan]

Tannor was finally hitting the streets. It felt good, almost natural to be going out again. Ever since her brother died, Tannor was the queen of partying and getting fucked up. It was the only thing that numbed the pain. But there were other things, things Tannor couldn't control. The nightmares came and went, but the constant need for attention was something she couldn't fight anymore. She knew that it was her mind and that it wasn't something she was going to be able to get rid of. Luckily, after her year long stay at the asylum, she had learned how to function in society with it, or so they thought. Tannor was a great liar and spoon fed them exactly what they wanted so she could leave. Once she was out, no one wanted her around. Her parents couldn't handle the constant screwing around and need for acceptance and her friends all labeled her as crazy. So the blonde packed up all her things and moved to Tuscany. Slipping into her signature clothing, Tannor was not afraid of the looks nor the comment. Her top was a sheer piece of lingerie was a bra built in. She also sported extremely short leather shorts with black pumps. The less clothing, the better. When there was a knock on her hostel door, Tannor quickly grabbed her bag, fluffed her hair and opened it to see Phoebe, "Looking hot." She purred, stepping out and closing the door behind her. 

[athenaisk]

It’s the Breton kind of name. Blame it on my mother.

[tannor--logan]

Interesting... Well, at least you have a normal nick name.

[dwarrington-deactivated20140203]

No. It’s called common sense.

[tannor--logan]

I've heard to eat before hand, but water?

[athenaisk]

[hands her some aspirin] There you go. I’m Lenaig, by the way, but just call me Lena.

[tannor--logan]

The fuck kind of name is that...  I mean, yeah, Okay. I'm Tannor.

[auriewellington]

I wouldn’t give that advice unless it was tested out by myself. Trust me, if you get a buzz going the headache will go away, and it won’t come back- unless you overdo it. I mean you could down a few Advil instead, but what’s the fun in that?

[tannor--logan]

I don't really feel like drinking any more. I think drugs is the way to go.

[dwarrington-deactivated20140203]

It’s no different from any other alcohol. Staying hydrated through the night with water helps. 

[tannor--logan]

Are you like a fucking doctor or something?

[athenaisk]

It’s only good for great occasions, like Christmas, New Year, weddings… things like that. I’ve got some painkillers if you need.

[tannor--logan]

Fuck, see, I'd rather have my rum or vodka. And.. Please. 

[noah--donovan]

I bet you would. However, I think you’d need parental consent. 

[tannor--logan]

I'm 19, so no I don't. Trust me on that. And even if I did, do I look like the kind of girl that would listen to her parents on that kind of shit?

[athenaisk]

Well then you never got drunk with champagne.

[tannor--logan]

Champagne is not my thing.

[noah--donovan]

Yeah, the teeny ones. Me? Fuck no. I’d rather skinny dip

[tannor--logan]

Skinny dip. Well that's something I 'd love to see.

[dwarrington-deactivated20140203]

Sorry to hear. Drinking wine without restraints will fuck you up in the end. Believe me, I know.

[tannor--logan]

But we're in Italy! It's the best fucking wine ever and I wanted to get drunk. Why the fuck are hangovers a thing.

[auriewellington]

A shot of tequila should be in order, then. Only cure for a hangover is more alcohol.

[tannor--logan]

... Not sure if you're being serious or you're being a bitch and trying to kill me.

[noah--donovan]

You know, speedos or whatever?

[tannor--logan]

Speedos? As in those bathing suits for men? Are you into speedos?

[tannor--logan]

Wine hangovers are the worst. Jesus fuck. 

[parkerjanes]

This whole place is so poetic, I could write a billion sonnets about the streets. 

[parkerjanes]

[tannor--logan]

Oh dear god, please tell me you are joking.