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Fox watched Avery as she grabbed the bottle and moved to sit down at the table. “No cup?” He asked, raising a brow. “How classy.”
“Don’t you know? I’m the classiest.” She smirked, wipping the bottle open and taking a swig. The vodka burned her throat in a pleasureful way.
“Nah.” Fox shook his head, following the girl into the kitchen. “Not really much of a drinker. And especially not with teenage girls.” He sat down at the table.
“Fine by me--- it means I get more.” She smirked. Grabbing the bottle from the fridge, she sat down at the table with him, not bothering to grab a cup.
Letting out a sigh, Fox stepped aside, allowing Avery to pass him. “Enjoy yourself.”
“Thank you.” She rolled her eyes, moving past him to the kitchen. “I guess I’m gonna have to be generous or some shit and offer you some, right?”
“No can do, kiddo. I’m part of this now. I can’t let your underage drinking be on my hands.”
‘ oh my god. just move. you’re not gonna get caught. ‘
( @medicineoverbullshit )
yet another failed attempt at what was known to be ‘high school’--- truly, it was named hell ---led her to the murder house, her mind was strung in a daze, so clouded that she hadn’t even seen the blonde walking directly towards her. it was only a matter of time before the two collided.
“Because I already am interesting.”
‘ ha, very convincing there, buddy. now move so i can get my vodka. ‘
“Not if I have anything to say about it.”
‘ why do have to ruin my fun? ‘
‘ I’m going to go get drunk enough for you all to seem interesting. ‘
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😇 — following rules
Oh come on, you should know this by now. Avery is horrible at listening to any kind of rule other than her own. I mean, for gods sake, she skips school to hang around a known Murder House--- are you getting the picture? No? Well, Avery doesn’t believe in crushes or love or caring for others, it’s a rule of her own, but yet, she still hangs around a particular boy. Is that picture clear enough now?
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💄 — makeup
Avery is quite terrible at makeup--- Her mother was never really open to sharing her secrets on the particular subject, let alone take the time to teach her. This ultimately resulted in the great Avery Safford almost never wearing make up. If she ever needs it, then she would find one of her few friends that didn’t have a penis to do it for her.
;;&MOODBOARD;; AVERY SAFFORD
“What’s the point of everything when nothing ever seems to go your way?”
The voice that broke through his concentration caused Cody to jump slightly. Recognizing Avery, he grinned. “I’m just trying to make it interesting for ‘em…can’t have people getting bored while they’re stuck.”
“Mmhmm.. sure.” She chuckled and slunked into the bathroom with him, leaning on the sink. “So apparently I come here so much that they added me to the rooming list, what about you?”
The influx of living bodies in the house had done nothing but make the little prankster giddy with ideas. Sneaking into the girl’s bathroom, he unscrewed the top of a bottle of glue and started pouring it into a few of the shampoo bottles.
Avery was just roaming the crowded house in search of a place that didn’t have at least twenty people occupying it, but as she saw a figuring creeping into the girls bathroom, she couldn’t help herself. She followed him, finally matching the figure to a name. “Wow, you really don’t want any girls to have a good valentines day, do you?” The girl teased, leaning on the door frame.
“Save your fights for breaks - summer, winter, spring,” Nat recommended, letting out a laugh. “Or, at least off school property. Getting expelled over what some dick says in history isn’t worth it.”
“Here’s the thing, I’m barely ever at school, so I have no idea how I actually get into these fights the days that I do come.”
“Yeah? Right on,” the bottle blonde nodded. “I was in track back in high school. Socceer and lacrosse, too but, I had to quit those junior year because I got into too many fights.”
She laughed. “I’m almost finished with Junior year, but knowing the amount of days I’ve actually showed up, I’ll probably still be in Junior year next year.” She smirked. “The principal said if I get into one more fight he’ll have to expell me.”
Nat stuck her spoon into the carton, holding it out for Avery to take a bite. “The whole keeping a buddy shit is dumb as hell. I run fast as shit, and I keep, like, a few weapons on me at all times.”
Taking the ice cream with a grateful nod, she took a bite. “Same, used to be number one on my schools track team when I actually cared.”
“It’s better than driving down to Vegas to stay in my mom’s trailer park, that’s for damn sure,” Nat replied, digging a spoon into the small carton of ice cream. A chunk of the desert on it, she stuffed it into her mouth, letting it melt a moment before swallowing it down.
“I’m not even allowed to go home without someone with me, and even then, the person wouldn’t be able to leave without a firing squad watching their every move--- not like I’d actually want to go home, anyway.”
