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[VIOLET MARCELLE TURNER]

i'm feeling raw
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[/style][style=background-color: white; width: 270px; border-right: solid 100px #8f7796; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 10px; color: #444444; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; height: 150px; overflow: auto;]Violet had no clue where she was. It was definitely at some house at some party she'd been invited to at the last minute... but that was about the extent of her knowledge of her whereabouts. She'd come with a couple of friends, but had quickly lost them in the throngs of people in the house. She'd see them before the night was over, of course, or in the morning when they were ready to head back home. All in all, she wasn't concerned about them. They were all adults and could take care of their selves.

It wasn't shaping up to be a bad night, really. After downing a few beers given to her by strangers, or who she thought were strangers, since she couldn't place their faces, Vi was beginning to get a little dizzy. Her head felt far lighter than usual, and her usual loud demeanor was multiplied tenfold. She'd been dancing, singing along obnoxiously with her new friends, and just generally enjoying herself. When one of the guys she'd been dancing with took her hand and started leading her towards a door, Violet didn't object. He was rather good looking, after all, and she didn't want to cause a scene. Who was she to turn him down, anyway?

Brief disappointment flickered over Vi's face when she realized she wasn't being lead to a bedroom. The room was just another sitting room, with a circle of people positioned in a circle around a coffee table. It wasn't until Vi got close enough that her face lit up once again. Sitting next to the guy who had lead her there, Vi nestled into his side, watching what the people around her were doing. Her eyes were trained carefully on the first girl as she used her credit card to line up the powder perfectly, rolling a note as she snorted it up expertly. Like the people around her, she cheered happily when she was done. Violet had never done crack before, but she had to admit, it piqued her interest.

As the guy she was practically sitting on took his turn, Violet felt both apprehensive and excited. She was taking the card, and fishing her own note out of her pocket when the door opened. Ignoring whoever it was who entered the room. She had made her line and was in the middle of rolling her note when she felt a hand on her arm. It caught her attention and she looked up to see a familiar face. "Hi Bryce!"

[/color] she called to him cheerily, despite the fact he was only a few feet away. "Having a good night?"[/color] Turning back to the table, Violet held the note up to her nostril, leaning over to snort the powdery substance. [/div][/center]

[bryce elijah romano]

He kicked open the front door and let out a battle cry, carrying two thirty racks of Bud Light and a pocket full of blow, “The party don’t start until I walk in,” he added in sing-song voice, dancing into the door frame as if he were Ke$ha. A buddy of his closed the door behind them and the music seemed to go up several notches as they sauntered into the kitchen. Avoiding the fridge, Bryce threw his beers onto the counter and surveyed the room before him. He knew this house by heart, yet had no idea who owned it. Funny how that worked, he was sure that he wasn’t the only one either. Whoever’s name was on the lease here, well they clearly had a cleaning crew come through every night or this had to just be a play house of theirs. Either way, Bryce was here to party and that’s just what he would do.

Dancing through the throng of people that lingered in the hallway, he cracked open two beers and quickly drained them, littering the crushed cans onto the floor without a care. He stopped only to make small talk with a few women he would consider taking home this evening. He rounded into the living room and took a celebrity shot on the beer pong table and after missing completely was boo’ed out of the room. Unfazed by his lack of skill in the game, Bryce merely laughed and padded his front pocket to make sure that his other source of entertainment was still safe. He murmured to the two that he’d come with that he was just going to disappear for a moment to ‘powder his nose’, they all laughed and he proceeded to the back room.

Bryce rapped twice onto the door and pressed his ear to it. Within a moment someone on the inside swung the door open and ushered him in, as if what was going on inside was some big secret. He dapped up a few guys that stood on the wall before moving his way to the circle, wishing that he’d just brought his brews straight into this room instead of leaving them unprotected in the kitchen. He fished his fingers into the pocket of his wrangler jeans and tossed a small bag filled with a white powder onto the table. “And in the forecast today, I think that there’s going to be a little – “he choked on the finish of his joke, his eyes falling onto Vi just as she noticed him. “What the hell?!” He didn’t come close to returning the cheer that she bestowed onto him and was actually frozen in shock until she leaned over to snort a line. Quickly snatching at her arm to stop her before she could proceed, his smile fell from his face, “Vi, this isn’t your scene.”

[VIOLET MARCELLE TURNER]

i'm feeling raw
[style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: -3px;]i'm in the prime of my life

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[/style][style=background-color: white; width: 270px; border-right: solid 100px #8f7796; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 10px; color: #444444; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; height: 150px; overflow: auto;]Hard drugs had always fascinated Violet. They were glamorous, mysterious, and very illegal. Oh, and dangerous, of course. It was these attributes that made her want to try them, as well as making her want to run for safety whenever she was around them. Tonight, her usual curiosity was only enhanced by the alcohol coursing through her system, and for once, she was completely unafraid.

Seeing Bryce, however, changed that slightly. She didn't feel ashamed since Violet didn't think she'd ever feel it, but still it made her question what she was doing, even as she was leaning down to take a hit. It wasn't as if she could back out now. Everyone's eyes were on her, and she was just about to inhale when...

"Shit!" she swore as she was jerked up by Bryce. Her carefully prepared line was now smeared over the table, and Vi could see that she had somehow managed to spill the powder on her jeans and on the guy she was sitting next to. Throwing down the credit card and the money she held in her hand, Violet rose to her feet, her eyes glaring up at Bryce.

"What are you doing?"

[/color] she said, well aware everyone's eyes were still on her. Her eyes saw the bag in Bryce's hands, her eyebrow raising quizzically. "Oh, but it's perfectly fine for you to do it, right?"[/color] Rolling her eyes, she stomped out of the room dramatically, expecting Bryce to follow her. Really, she couldn't care less if he didn't, but knowing him, he'd want to keep an eye on her in case she found someone else to provide her with drugs.

Making her way to the kitchen, she grabbed a unsupervised bottle of beer and opened it expertly. Taking a sip, she sat herself on the counter, still very annoyed. "Fucking Bryce..."[/color] she murmured, not caring who heard her. [/div][/center]

[bryce elijah romano]

He would not be questioned here, in front of his crowd, the people that he hung out with, by an intruder, above all else. Watching as his amateur of a friend spilled her line all over the place, he had to try his hardest not to scoff at her. An abrupt sigh escaped his lips and he shrugged at the people in the room, somewhat shaking his head, still in disbelief. The man that Violet had been sitting next to shoo’ed Bryce out of the room in order to follow her and he obeyed the order without further hesitation, although his mind was still partially on the bag that he’d just threw onto the tale. Sweet, he pretty much owed them the drugs anyway seeing as he casued a scene and wasted someone. So far, this night was not turning out as he’d planned – what a bum out.

“Violet!” he called violently, shoving his way behind her. At this point, he couldn’t play Mr. Nice Guy, even if he tried. He hadn’t imagined spending the night babysitting. The least that she could have done was talk to him in the room in calm way instead of storming out like a fucking child. Scowling, Bryce finally reached Vi as she was opening her beer. “It’s not perfectly fine for me to do, but I’m already down the rabbit hole, Violet! Why is it so wrong for me to want to prevent you from falling?!” He slammed his fist down onto the counter, “and I thought you said that you weren’t into this kind of stuff.” Calming down now, he half-way expected some guy to run up behind him and knock him out for ‘messing with his girl’. Damn these pretty girls and damn him for actually caring about this one.

[VIOLET MARCELLE TURNER]

i'm feeling raw
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[/style][style=background-color: white; width: 270px; border-right: solid 100px #8f7796; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 10px; color: #444444; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; height: 150px; overflow: auto;]Of course, Violet was mad. How could she be anything but? Bryce had charged in, acting like a deranged parent. It was ridiculous, really, and Violet hadn't even known he was here. Honestly, if Violet hadn't been so humiliated, she'd be laughing in his face. Bryce, the guy who liked to be a complete asshole, was caring for someone other than himself. Despite herself, Violet felt her lips lift into a half-hearted smirk.

Perhaps she shouldn't have been so dramatic about leaving the room, but Violet was furious. And drunk. Which made things a hundred times worse. She rolled her eyes again when Bryce came bursting into the kitchen, though she stared him down while he ranted at her. She wasn't afraid of him, and simply took another swig of her beer. Why on earth did he insist on lecturing her like she was just some kid? Thankfully, when he had burst into the kitchen in a rage, everyone else had cleared out so there were no more witnesses. Frankly, Vi didn't even feel embarrassed anymore.

"I just wanted to try it..."

[/color] she said calmly, which was a surprise to her. With another shrug, she downed some more beer. "Honeslty, Bryce."[/color] she laughed, the fact she was furious with him almost forgotten. "Someone might think you actually care about me."[/color] With another light chuckle, she patted the counter next to him, inviting him to sit down.

Letting out a deep sigh, Violet ran a hand through her messy hair. "So how've you been?" she asked Bryce, genuinely curious. It had been a while since she'd last seen him and she wanted to hear how he was. Vi had always thought that being a talent scout would be incredibly cool, even if it wasn't something she'd be very good at. [/div][/center]

[bryce elijah romano]

There was nothing that he could think of to prevent him from rolling his eyes. Of course, he actually cared about other people. Why was that always so surprising? He just didn’t put them first. He wasn’t Satan, although some girl claimed that he was while they were seniors in high school and he ran with it for about a year in a half, but that was besides the point. “Listen Vi,” he exhaled and pulled himself onto the counter top, fishing his hand into his box of beers and pulling out three. He sat the cans between them and opened one before he continued on his train of thought, “I’m not the parenting type nor the big brother type but I think you’re a fucking nice girl and that’s a good thing to have going for you.” Especially because it made her different - how many other people could genuinely say that they were nice? “Don’t fuck it all up by trying new things. I mean do what the hell you want, undermine me for all that I care, I was just surprised and that was my knee-jerk reaction.” Actually, it was a little more than that. When he’d moved to Seattle, Bryce had left his twin brother and little sister back home. Clearly, there was something about Vi that reminded him of his little sister and if he ever say Angelica pushing her face to drugs he’d probably punch her in the gut. At least he’d let Vi off easily. “oh and just about every person in that room is a scumag, do what you want, but be aware.” He shrugged, crushed the can and threw it onto the floor before opening another. “and I’ve been fan-fucking-tastic,” an absolute identifiable lie when taking into account his tone of voice.

[VIOLET MARCELLE TURNER]

i'm feeling raw
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[/style][style=background-color: white; width: 270px; border-right: solid 100px #8f7796; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 10px; color: #444444; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; height: 150px; overflow: auto;]Violet grinned when Bryce jumped up onto the counter top, placing his beers between them. She'd be helping herself to one when she had finished the one she had acquired from the bench. Of course, she assumed that's why Bryce had put them there, in order to share with her. It was nice of him, especially after Violet had caused him to blow up in her face.

Her eyes widened as Bryce continued to talk, half with amusement and half with shock at the things he was saying. She couldn't understand why he was saying all of this. He was probably trying to convince Violet not to go back to that room. Well, she wasn't going to. Bryce may have prevented her from trying crack that night, but Violet was set on trying it at some point in the near future. Not that she'd inform him of her decision. Vi didn't want to risk having him explode again.

"Well, thanks, Bryce."

[/color] she finally spoke, a little flattered by what he had said. She was surprised that, in the end, he had practically said that ultimately it was her decision, but also touched that he cared enough to warn her. Perhaps she had underestimated him a little. With a sigh, she shifted over and leaned the side of her head o.

Vi couldn't, however, miss the tone he used when Bryce answered her question. "Oh? she asked inquisitively, tilting her head up to look at his face. "What's wrong?"[/color] Violet was sympathetic, but her face still bore her customary grin. "Apart from babysitting me, of course." She let out a laugh, before emptying her bottle. "Sorry for ruining your night."[/color] Slowly, she returned her head to his shoulder, placing her now empty bottle next to her on the counter.

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[bryce elijah romano]

His primary reason for having any kind of concern for this particular situation was the fact that he’d seen it all before. Only, he’d been on the other side – the man leading some frivolous young thing down the path of less-righteousness. It was fun when he was the one leading the innocent to their demise, but an entirely different story when he had to watch his friend travel down the path. All he could think about was his actual little sister and the ends that he would go to prevent the same from happening to her, but he wasn’t going to share those thoughts. This wasn’t a chick-flick, he didn’t go around pouring out his inner most thoughts with anyone that asked about them.

He nodded in response to her thank you, not caring to wonder if it was a thanks for caring or for the beer she’d stolen from him. At length, he grabbed a few more to put between them. A few people passed through the kitchen, clearly trying to see if there was still any heat passing between them. They seemed almost disappointed when they noticed otherwise. “No fights tonight,” he proclaimed, waving off the rubberneckers, “but try in an upstairs bedroom, I’m sure there’s some kind of show that you can catch.”. Bryce shook his head at the callousness of the people he associated himself with. “You didn’t ruin my night Vi, shut up with that nonsense. You just changed the course that I was planning to be on and wasted an entire score. Which by the way, step one of the drug world: don’t waste drugs. That’s how you get yourself into the deepest shit,” he laughed, thinking back to how he’d made the same mistake years ago and here he was now, doing lines and shooting up with some of the scummiest people on other.

[VIOLET MARCELLE TURNER]

i'm feeling raw
[style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: -3px;]i'm in the prime of my life

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[/style][style=background-color: white; width: 270px; border-right: solid 100px #8f7796; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 10px; color: #444444; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; height: 150px; overflow: auto;]Violet stuck her tongue out at the people who slowly drifted back into the room, laughing loudly when Bryce directed them upstairs. She had no idea who was up there, but they were about to have several people walk in on them. She'd have felt sorry for them, but it was just too amusing. Visualizing it in her head made Vi laugh all the more. The only thing that kept her rooted to the spot was the fact that she had wandered into Bryce. And Bryce's beer, of course, which was enough to keep her around in the meantime.

"Well, sorry about that, then."

[/color] Vi shook her head, still giggling slightly. She acted shocked as Bryce told her wasting drugs was a not a good thing to do, hitting his arm gently. "I wouldn't have wasted any if you hadn't grabbed me like that..." she protested, although it was only half-hearted, and she poked her tongue out at Bryce to show that she was just messing around with him. "But I'll remember that for next time."[/color]

Grabbing another beer, Violet opened it, and drank a mouthful so she wasn't in danger of spilling it on the floor. "Wanna go dance?"[/color] Vi asked Bryce, holding her hand out to him. Holding hands with people was never a big deal for Violet, and most of the people she hung around with were used to her leading them around. "Or go play beer pong?"[/color] She shrugged, leaving the decision to Bryce. She didn't really mind what they did, but the night was still young, and Violet did not plan on spending the rest of it in the kitchen.[/div][/center]

[bryce elijah romano]

“There shouldn’t a next time. That was a joke. Don’t do drugs” he spat, slapping her hand away, although it was in good nature. He hopped off of the counter top as well. Something about sitting on the counter reminded him of his childhood and although those days had been good, he didn’t want to feel like a six year old getting a bandaid put onto his knee. “I’m horrible at playing beer pong, but you can go do that if you want. Otherwise,” Bryce whipped open the door to the freezer and removed a bottle of vodka, “I was going to say lets take shots if we’re not going to blow lines.” At least now he knew that he could joke about his drug problem with her. He generally wouldn’t talk about it in front of people that had no interest or tie into the drug world. While waiting for her answer, Bryce rummaged through the cabinets to find suitable shot glasses. The party house of the city, they had to have them somewhere. “Aha” he proclaimed, pouring two shots. “Two for me and I can pour you one too if you want.. or you could go play.”

[VIOLET MARCELLE TURNER]

i'm feeling raw
[style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 9px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: -3px;]i'm in the prime of my life

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[/style][style=background-color: white; width: 270px; border-right: solid 100px #8f7796; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 10px; color: #444444; padding: 15px; text-align: justify; height: 150px; overflow: auto;]"I was kidding, Bry. Honestly,"

[/color] Violet rolled her eyes again, her tone exasperated. She was lying, but her laughter at him slapping her hand away hopefully covered it up. She continued laughing at his expense when he admitted he was terrible at beer pong. "Aww, poor Bryce."[/color] she said in a baby voice. "Practice makes perfect, you know?"[/color]

When Bryce retrieved the bottle of vodka from the fridge, however, Vi's grin shrunk into a small smile. "No, no. Shots sound perfect."[/color] Vi said, downing the beer she had opened only a few minutes earlier. Her head was spinning, but she felt like she was in good hands. She trusted Bryce, which was maybe a little unusual for her. Sure, they tended to argue a lot, but Violet rather liked the fact that they butted heads. Picking up one of the shots Violet assumed Bryce had poured for himself, Vi held it up to him, almost like a toast, and taking care not to spill any of the clear liquid.

Wrapped up in taking the shot, Violet was oblivious to the shouting coming from the front room. At first, she just assumed someone was chugging, or doing a keg stand, but then they burst into the kitchen behind her. "Cops!" he yelled, followed by a few other people yelling the exact same thing. No doubt they were going to warn other people in the house, or exiting through the back. Throwing back the shot anyway, ignoring the burn on the back of her throat even though it made her eyes water, Violet grabbed Bryce's wrist, pulling him into the crowd of people that were vacating the house. Despite the seriousness of the situation, Violet couldn't keep from laughing.

((lol, this sucks. i had no idea where to leave it. so hopefully this is okay!)) [/div][/center]