Why am I here again? [Mallory/Open]

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Exactly. What the hell was she doing here anyway? It was a club. A club with absurdly bright strobe lights, and neon colored lights flashing around the mostly dim club. She felt the momentary urge to scream and rip out her eyes, each time one of the spinning colored lights shined directly in her eyes. What had possessed her to even come down here? This wasn't her scene. This definatly was. Not. Her. Scene.

She squeezes her eyes shut, and tried to avoid rubbing her eyes, and getting black eyeshadow all over her fingertips. She sighed, and took a step, clunking in her heavy, steel accented boots. Setting her typical scowl on her face, she pushed through the club, trying to cut through the dancefloor. There were many aggrivated 'Hey watch it!' and slightly more..vulgar variations of the call. She tugged her waist length hair over her shoulder, to prevent any of the catty girls to tug on the long, bleached lengths. She was spit out of the other end of the dance floor, and took a big breath of the smoke-machine fogged air. Somewhat better than the musty, balmy excuse for air in the crowd of hot, sweaty bodies.

Sweat. She shuddered again, and flipped her long, unruly hair back over her shoulder. Despite the heaviness of her boots, she almost seemed to glide her way to the bar. Of course a crowd had formed around it, and not being one to stand politely and wait for her turn. She dipped in sideways, and squeezed herself through the crowd, pushing, and wiggling her way closer to the bar, leaning in, attempting to get the Barman's attention, and ignoring the angry grumbles of club-goers left in her wake.

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[MALLORY TORRES]

Mallory hadn’t gone out in God-knows how long. She was cooped up in her high priced condo home while her parents lived their lives without her. They had all the money to do whatever the hell that they wanted with her included, but they decided to venture the world by themselves. She imagined that they shared the same hotels, cars, and jet planes, but they lived so far apart from the other. They wore the rings and kept up the image, but behind the veil of lies they did things that married couples would divorce over, but it was all mutual. Mallory gagged at the thought of the dirty deeds that her parents participated in with other victims.

She slid on a tight pink and black mini dress and completed the outfit with a pair of high stilettos. She looked in the body mirror smiled, yet frowned when Dorothy materialized. Lately, Dorothy had been showing her face more frequently, and honestly, it was starting to piss Mallory off. ^Mallory. You loo…^ *Seriously, not tonight!* Mallory caught Dorothy off. ^I was going to say gorgeous, but FUCK you too.^ Dorothy scowled and evaporated. Dammit. Mallory hated when Dorothy played sweet girl, yet Mallory was stuck n constant bitch mode. She needed to change, but she hated change. Putting on a layer of sparkly pink lip gloss, Mallory puckered her lips and gave her reflection a wink. She looked Fucking gorgeous, and she’d get something that Tyler had been depriving her of.

Getting in the club was so easy when you looked like the most fuckable thing. The bouncer gave Mallory a wide smiled and called her by name. Mallory cooed a greeting and jumped into the bouncers bear sized arms. He squeezed and set her down softly before requesting that she call him later tonight. She bit her lip, smiled, and nodded before disappearing into the ever vibrant and loud club. She didn’t jump straight into the orgy of sweating men and women, but she headed to the bar. She’d down a few drinks all from different men, then she’d work her curves to ensnare the perfect male. He’d take her home(his place of course), she’d give him sex, then she’d leave. She had become so good at those things, that she was practically a pro. Some assume that Mallory invented the One-Night-Stand.

Reaching the bar, she noticed some dyke clad in heavy boots, a XXL gray sweater, and ripped up leggings. The cunt screamed, “I’M EASY!,” that Mallory thought for a moment to take the girl home. Mallory never understood why girls like that came out in public. She assumed it was for the attention, the sex, or the drugs, but this girl seemed into something…more. Bitches like that girl always wanted MORE than they deserved, but Mallory was up to give the girl something. Dr. Mallory reporting for duty, and ready to give the girl a healthy dose of REALTY. “Oh Em Gee! You look fucking HOT as hell, Bitch.” Mallory shrieked as she laid a hand on the girl’s hand that sat casually on the bar. “I LOVE the whole tough as hell look. You pull it off soooo well.” She tried to not be sarcastic, but pretending to be nice was hard. Thank God, she was about to let the girl have it, but first, she’d like to mess with the cunt before she sent her home crying.

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Being touched. She hated it, unless it was by an animal, or a close friend. In fact, and animal had just touched her. But not the fuzzy, cute kind she was always cooing over. This one looked like one of those Barbie Slut friends, or something. Or perhaps one of those snooty little poodles, that thought they could take a rotweiler on....until its throat was torn out. Quickly, with her other hand, she grabbed Mallory’s tight. Her hands were small, but the tension in her fingers and her arm screamed the fact that she wasn’t dainty. She leaned in, to make sure Mallory could hear her. Despite her blank, deadpan expression, her voice was strangely cheerful, and a tad-bit valley girl—mocking Mallory. “Three things. One, you sound like a dying rabbit. Two, lay off the fruity, prissy little drinks—they make you look like a whore.” She paused for a moment, sweeping her eyes down Mallory, before wincing like she was in pain, “Oops, too late.” Then her expression went blank again, “And third, don’t touch me. I like to remain dirt free, and your grimy little hands comprimise that fact.” Then she suddenly lit up. Bright, sparkling eyes, a wide grin, her teeth pearly white, and perfectly straight, before flinging Mallory’s hand back at her.

The barman slid down to her, leaving a short glass of brandy in her hands, and she sipped it carefully, her eyes on Mallory. Challenging the girl to say something. She crossed one leg over the other, and blinked innocently at her. This one could be a bit fun, she seemed like the always wired ones. Easy to set off, funny as hell to watch explode. Or…she could genuinely be just that chirpy. Either way---Terrah was not having it. Both of those sort of people pissed her off. She then tipped her head back, and downed the glass of brandy like a champ, setting the glass back onto the slick bar. She lowered her eyes to the glass for just a moment, doing her best to not smile. She had to look serious—maybe this chick would try hard to get a reaction out of her. And the thing Terrah was best at---was appearing expressionless.

[MALLORY TORRES]

As the girl spoke, Mallory felt her ears beginning to bleed. The girl’s total mocking, bitchy tone just made Mallory want to rip the girl’s face off. Honestly, Mallory wanted to cringe away from the girl, not from fear, but for the sake of not having her night ruined. Too Late. The sloppy cunt threw Mallory’shand off her hand and downed a shot of heavy dark liquor. That action made the bitch look more like a cheap prostitute. Mallory spied some fucked faced douche bag sneer at them both. “You know, I like you attitude. So do those guys at the end of the bar. I am sure they’d love to get you alone in an alley. I doubt that they’d have to try hard. Just a shot of this and a few pills and you’d be down for practically anything.” Mallory’s voice was smooth and a smile hinted on her lips as she slid on the bar stool next to the girl. The bartender gave Mallory a can of shot of Red Bull and a slightly large glass of clear liquor, Absolut Vodka.

It was sad that she was predictable, but what do you expect that started her slut career at the tender age of 16. Mallory smiled at the bitch next to her before downing the shot of vodka and chasing it with the Red Bull. This girl probably fed off the retaliation of her victims, but Mallory knew these games all to well. “I am Mally. I’d ask for your name, but you’d probably say something along the lines of ‘None of your damn business!’ to ‘Shut the fuck up, Slut!’ So why bother?” Mallory tones stayed smooth and calm as she smiled at the girl again.

Mallory turned so that her back was leaning on the bar and her eyes scanned the crowd of people. The bartender came back and placed two martini glasses with greenish liquid that swirled menacingly. He stated that they were compliments of the two slum dogs at the end of the bar. “Looks like they assume that we both LOVE girly drinks that make us look slutty. But from the looks of things, we both have that title covered.” Mallory wasn’t offended by her own statement, because she knew that she was dressed a tad slutty, but she figured that the girl would raise hell before being compared to Mallory.

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Ooh, she knew how to play. When Mallory mentioned the guys at the end of the bar, her eyes slid down to look lazily, before sweeping it just as casually back to Mallory when her nails-on-a-chalkboard-voice kept going. “Yeah? You sound like you’re talking from experience, sweetheart.” She commented casually, a black nail swiveling around the top of the glass. Inside of her head, she growled—she moved closer. What the hell was with this moron. And using a chaser, no less. What a whimp.

“Mally?” Her eyebrow twitched upwards, before snorting slightly. Mally. Horrible name, what the hell were her parents on. “Actually, I’d love to give you my name, darlin’. But then that would mean that I’m trying to establish a connection with you, and no offense, but I like people to be just a little bit classier.” She looked at Mallory’s stress again, with a slight look of repulsion. Classy? Coming from a girl dressed like a junkie? Ouch.

She sat up a little more, when the martini was set in front of her. Her brows knitted, before looking at the grease monkies at the end of the bar. She stood up from her stool, picking the delicate glass in her hand, and looked at Mallory with her typical lazy expression, and held out her other hand questioningly. “You gonna drink yours?” It was clear that Terrah didn’t plan on drinking hers…though, what she was going to do with them, seemed a bit fuzzy.

[MALLORY TORRES]

Mallory couldn’t help but giggle at the girl’s statement. They were both experts in the skill of Bitchiness and Mallory hadn’t met anyone that could slightly hold her own like this girl could. Mallory was enjoying this girl’s attitude more than she should, but hell, this girl was the blond, goth version of herself. She needed to practice her bitchy skills on someone who could dish it back.

The girl’s next comment caused Mallory to raise a brow in her direction. The girl had mocked her nickname and then proceeded to say that Mallory wasn’t class. What the Hell? “Well that is understandable. However, It’s safe to assume that you dislike yourself then.” Mallory gave the girl a smile before grabbing the martini glass.

The girl’s voice was slightly curious. “I hate when guys try to get me tipsy before approaching me. I like to give THEM something before I thoughtful introduce myself. Watch and Learn.” Mallory grinned before sliding past the blond bitch. She walked casual up the two douche bags that both wore smiles. Pathetic. She placed a hand on the guy closer to her and leaned in close to his ear. “P-U-S-S-Y.” She pronounced each letter carefully before grabbing a handful of the man’s junk and proceeded to throw the green liquid in his face. His face turned red as he went to grab her hand, but she squeezed tightly. This action brought the man to tears and whimpers. “I like my men bigger, much bigger.”

She turned heel and slid back into her bar stool. The blond still stood there. “I don’t appreciate guys like him trying to be hot shit, when really he is just a bag of it.” Mallory tapped the bar and the bartender brought her two more shots. She downed them before turning to the girl. “I think we should dance.”

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She giggled? What the hell? Terrah narrowed her eyes into sharp blue slits. “I like myself just fine. You’re on the trashier side. Which is a pretty fine accomplishment there Ally.” She said, purposely mispronouncing her name, still waiting for the martini. Only to watch Mallory take her own, and trot over to the boys.

And two things happened. One---Terrah got EXTREMELY angry. SHE was gonna pour the drinks on them. Not Mallory. Now if she went up to drop the drinks on them, she’d look like Mallory’s follow up act. And Terrah was many things—but a follow up act she was not. The second, was that she dropped her glass back onto the table, watching it topple over, and spill across the bar. She ended up grasping the edge of the bar, and dropping down into a crouch. Her rear end rested on the back of her shins, her head dangling---long hair sweeping the ground while laughter spilled out of her nearly black lips.

It was embarrassing—she’d realize later. But the cause was brilliant. The execution was wonderful. And the expressions were priceless. She leaned her head back, gasping for air between her bubbles of husky laughter. She sighs, settling down her giggles when Mallory walked up to her. Her eyes shone from leftovers of giggles, and her lips were slightly upturned. But even so—there was a strange feeling radiating off the girl. After all. Mallory HAD stolen her idea. “That move makes you less of a cunt. But I still don’t want to get your hoe on me, so if you want to dance. Be my guest. Don’t expect me to join you.”

[MALLORY TORRES]

Mallory noticed that the girl seemed different, like something about the girl wasn’t the same. Mallory’s eyes examined the girl’s face and found the slight twitch on the edge of the girl’s mouth. Had she been laughing? Her eyes seemed glossy as if she was on the verge of crying, well yeah, she must have been laughing, but Mallory had missed it. This girl seemed so thick, that anything besides the emotionless look on her face would be something foreign. Tapping the bar again, the bartender dropped two more shots.

“Okay, well atleast drink a little before denying the chance to get some of my ‘hoe’ on you. Hell, you may enjoy breaking loose a little and showing off your hoe side. And deny all you want, but inside of every women is a side that is a bit outrageous.” Mallory shot back her two shots and slammed the glasses on the bar next to the two full ones. She grinned slyly at the girl, who still remained nameless.

Sliding off the bar stool, Mallory slid past the blond bitch and headed to the dance floor. “Finish those off and lets find us some FUN.” Mallory called over her shoulder as she peeked at the girl. She had to come dance, since she obviously came to the club for some form of entertain. The blond bitch from the other side of hell may have been fun, but Mallory needed something much more masculine. If the blond bitch was lucky enough, Mallory would find her the second best. She eyes scanned the throbbing mass of men and women, but when she began to dance she found her eyes to linger back to the bar.

She left a large hand wrap around her hand and a tug towards a large man with a killer smile. He was pulling her closer and proceeded to wrap his arms around her waist. His grip was powerful and Mallory could feel her body completely relax in his arms. He was strong enough not to let her buckle to the floor, and she was still in enough control to continue dancing. Her mind had dinged this guy as the winner. She had wasted enough time on the nameless blond bitch, but she worked fast enough to get one of the best guys here. Perfection, as always.

Well, sort of. Mallory caught wind of some strong perfume and the shriek of some red headed bitch. She said something along the lines of cunt, boyfriend, bitch, etc. Mallory felt herself shove off the man and stand in the red head’s face. “What the fuck you say, Fire Fucking Crotch?” Mallory’s voice slurred. Dammit to Hell for being a Light-Weight.

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Terrah stood carefully back to her feet, staring at the shots. She didn’t want to get drunk. Then again, it took an elephant tranquilizer, filled with gin, shot directly into her veins to get her drunk. She grabbed the one shot, and threw it in the back of her mouth, and grabbed the second one with her other hand, and threw it back as well, slamming both, tiny glasses down on the bar.
By the time she turned around, Mallory was already in the arms of someone. “What a slut.” Terrah muttered under her breath, though rather than vindictive—it was almost affectionate. It was rare to find someone who didn’t run screaming from her, or burst into tears from the smallest comment. She might actually just end up giving Mallory her name.

Then there was a commotion. “Oh, WHAT?” Terrah grumbled to herself, and stomped towards the dance floor, “Get out of my fucking way.” She threatened in her husky growl, slightly more raw from the fierce alcohol that had been going down her throat. She had been seen with Mallory, if Mallory fucked up—someone might think they were friends, and she’d get thrown out too. And that was NOT going to happen. She stepped between them standing very close to Mallory, “Back, Slut Queen. Fox-face over here isn’t worth your time, you drunk. Go find another dick before you break a nail.” Translation: Stay out of trouble, ignoramus.

[JONATHON ROSSUM]

DANCE HARD LAUGH MORE TURN THE MUSIC UP NOW

( party like a rock star ! )
C A N I G E T A W H A T N O W ?

Amelia.

Amelia.

Amelia.

FUCK HER!

She had no bearing in the mighty Jabberwocky's mind! She was a flea, a parasite. Even less, she was nothing. A fascination of his stupid host. A pretty face, just as all the others.

So why could he not stop think about her? Why was this pretty flea, this pretty parasite, stuck in his mind? Was J.B. and Jon Rossum becoming a single unit? The mere thought made the beast shiver in disgust. Him and that imbecile, that slave of fashion, becoming the same thing? No! The Jabberwock was slave to nothing, especially some puffed up poppin jay and a silly little girl. He was better than that. Stronger than that!

And he would prove it.

Jon slept dormant in his own mind, in an almost trance like state as the Beast took over his body. Amusement, that was what the Creature needed. Fleshy, sweet, amusement. He wanted to destroy something beautiful, clutch the proverbial butterfly in his claw and squash it. So he dressed, and went out a hunting at the local club.

And found himself utterly bored.

The Jabberwock sat at the bar, ignoring the strobe lights, drunk females, loud music. Noise. That's all it was. Noise and glitter. None of it sedated his hunger. It was rather disgusting, these things around him. Not truly people, but hollow shells. Using alcohol was just a lubricant, to break the ice the fleas would not have the balls to break with out the courage. Pathetic. Like the jack asses sitting next to him, staring at a piece of ass at the other end of the bar. Oh, and how quaint, she indulges them with a little saunter, a sexy smirk. Adorable really, how predictable these thing- whats this? As she clutched the non-figurative balls of the initiator, J.B. watched from the corner of his eye.

She had dismissed his advances, and returned to her friend.

Interesting.

The creatures took J.B.'s interest, even as one went out to the dance floor. Could this be a true challenge? Perhaps, and if all else failed it would take his mind off from that pesky girl that loomed in his consciousness. "Barkeep?" J.B. ordered, as the second girl went to investigate a sudden ruckus. "When those ladies return... could you bring them a drink fer me." His North London accent was thick, despite Jon having grown up in Florida.

"I wouldn't..." The Bartender chuckled, indicating the man still nursing his boys.

"Indulge me, if you will." J.B. replied, with a smile telling the Vendor this was his game. "Fer the blond, giv'er Jager... straight. And fer the lovely brunette... Hennessy. Also straight. If they ask fer a chaser, tell'em to try and live dangerously." The Bartender nodded, beginning to walk away, when J.B. grabbed his arm with an after thought. "And, eh, don't tell'em who sent it. Let the Birdies wonder fer a minute, yeah?"

Let the games begin.

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[MALLORY TORRES]

Mallory felt the world go slightly tipsy…or was she falling over? She felt like her mind was taking the full brute of the alcohol and her body wasn’t following orders. Mallory was used to disobedient people, but her body wasn’t something that disobeyed her. Had she had one too many shots? Wait, who was this red head in front? Why did the red head look pissed? Mallory’s mind went swirling in a chaotic maelstrom. She felt her teeth clinch together as she fought to keep herself steady, then she heard that blond bitch yell at her.

Mallory wasn’t too pleased with being yelled at by two dumb bitches, yet she was gone. Her better half(Dorothy) took control and forced Mallory’s body straight back to the bar. The smooth wood felt enticing her outstretched fingers. Dorothy had taken complete control, sort of like a soul&mind switch. Dorothy was completely sober, so it was like starting over again. She giggled and ran her hand through her long lush brown hair. She slid onto the bar stool and the feeling of her legs rubbing together was..interesting. She ran her left leg up her right calf, the feeling of perfectly soft and smooth made Dorothy giggle.

Dorothy eyes grew large with excitement when the bartender set a shot of amber liquid in front of her. “Could I possibly get some Coke with this, please?” The bartender turned and gave Mallory a suspicious look. *Correct yourself Dorothy. You are Mallory.* She thought to herself. “Actually, make that a second shot of this.” *Wait, what had she just said!?* ^Dorothy…Bitcheshhh… Get the Fuckkkk outttt!^ Mallory’s drunken voice rang loudly in Dorothy’s ears. *Let me get us home…safely.*

Like, Mallory would do Dorothy smiled and shot back one shot then quickly chased it with the other. A few heads turned and gave her a suspicious look. Men sneered and women rolled their eyes. Dorothy turned and looked for the mystery man who sent her the shot and the blond bit..girl that saved Mallory’s life.

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Why was Mallory quiet? She at least expected her to...start yelling back. For a split second, Terrah looked almost concerned. She reached out, just incase Mallory were to fall over. She was left looking...rather stunned, when Mallory turned and walked away. Though, she wasn't too sure if she was surprised by the fact Mallory turned away from the fight--or the fact that she was walking.

She followed with narrowed brown eyes, looking at Mallory suspiciously--especially at hearing the please...void of sarcasm. "Hey, you're pretty wasted right now, I think you need to chill out. I'm not walking your skinny ass home--" She was cut off, mid-ramble when the Jager was set infront of her. Again? Really? She picked up the shot, unsure, before giving it a little sniff. Definatly Jager. She set it back down, and leaned into the bartender, flipping her absurdly long hair over her shoulder to prevent the liquid dotted bar from saturating her unruly hair.

The bartender pointed down the way, towards the man sitting not too far down. Oh...he was nice. He looked a little too nice to be in a bar like this. As much as the small beast inside of every woman purred, pleased by his lack of sleezy appearance, her brain alerted her. Mallory was dressed like a slut, and she, herself--no denying it, was dressed like trash. With her lop-sized, oversized sweater-dress. One full sleeve, and the other sleeve torn down the seam. Messy, but well put together. Glam-trash. But still...there was only one reason why a man like that would be interested in girls like these. Terrah touched Mallory's shoulder with an ice cold hand, dipping her head down, "This one's mine." Whether deny, or take home--however. She wasn't clear. But he had just invited himself, with a drink, into her little game.

She picked up the Jager, looking straight at him. She didn't sip it, and she didn't order a chaser. Chasers were for prissy bitches anyway. With her other hand not holding the shot-glass, she put her elbow on the table, and with one long, black nail, made a 'come here' gesture, at this mysterious man. Her lips curled, in just the slightest. She leaned her head back invitingly. A real man didn't order drinks from afar. A real man put his balls together, and confronted from close on.

[JONATHON ROSSUM]

DANCE HARD LAUGH MORE TURN THE MUSIC UP NOW

( party like a rock star ! )
C A N I G E T A W H A T N O W ?

The ladies were given their drinks, but J.B. saw the treacherous bartender motion in his direction. Damn, his plans were suddenly muddled, but all the same the blond appeared unperturbed. In fact, the pretty doll looked intrigued as she beckoned him with a single painted finger. A gentle smirk formed on the face of Jon Rossum, his eyebrow arching as if to ask 'You sure?'

Before Blondie could respond with a glance, J.B. sauntered over lazily, giving a fleeting smirk to the envious, shot down, gents from before. His face looked slightly amused, but otherwise uninterested. Girls never seemed to respond to the desperate, or the excited. Approaching her, he tipped his hat lightly, his smirk becoming a little wider. "Well... hello there." The brunette seemed to sway in her seat, and J.B.'s black eyes shot up at her, stifling his annoyance.

Drunk girls.

That could damper things a bit.

Turning to the bar, he gave a sharp whistle to the Bartender. "Can you get her some coffee. Kona, and strong. And get me a double shot of Jager." He looked back at the girl, examining her face. Pale, sweet, but tough. Holding up his shot, the smell of black licorice filled J.B.'s nose. "I 'ave learned two thing t'night." J.B. said, holding up his shot glass as if to pronounce a toast. "One: Blond's arn't given enuff credit. Saw yeh handle yerself jus' fine. Impressive. Two: Bartender's are the wors' secret keepers in the fuckin world. Cheers." He downed the double-shot, letting it sit in his mouth momentarily (not an easy feat, lemme tell you) before swallowing it down. "Lovely. I'm J.B."

Yes, she was different from Amelia. They both were. And that was just what he needed. He put the glass down lightly, and gave the blond an appraising look, ignoring the brunette until the coffee pepped her up a bit. J.B. had no patience for drunk bitches, not yet anyway. "And yeh think I'm tryin to sleep with you." He spoke with a knowledgeable tone. "I don't blame you. Yer sexy, and be a fool not to know it. And yer use to-" He pointed across the bar at the man who glared, still cupping his aching balls. "-that and expect me to be exactly the same. Tha'ss fine, I don't take offense, not that I would think you'd care. But, let me tell you, there are few things as fetching as a bruised and beautiful angel." J.B. motioned for his glass, which was refilled again with Jager. He downed a quick shot, cracking his neck suddenly.

"So, I figure, what the fuck. Let's break the ice. Punch me in the face, as hard as you can, and we can let it be. Hell, yer friend can throw a swing if it suits her aswell. Jus' so we can get it out of the way, and perhaps move on wiff the evening." Removing his hat, he squared his jaw, tapping it invitingly.

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[MALLORY TORRES]

Dorothy turned and smiled wide at the blond girl who insisted that she ‘chill out,’ which loosely translated to ‘Stop drinking.’ Dorothy nodded and still wore a wicked creepy smile. “Fuck!” She muttered as she clapped her hand over her mouth in shock from the vulgar word and creepy smile. Dorothy turned to face the bartender and hung her head. “Tell me your name atleas…” Before Dorothy could finish she heard the blond girl whisper something about something being hers.

Dorothy looked around from something that the blond girl cold possible own in the bar. Her eyes were filled with lights, dancing, and devious grins from men. Dorothy had no idea what the blond girl could possible want to own possession of in this type of place. Hell, Dorothy didn’t understand Mallory’s thinking either. Dorothy had called Mallory a slut, bitch, etc, but honestly she had NO idea what they truly looked liked, aside from Mallory. “What is…” She was cut off again, yet by some male with a heavy accent.

He requested drinks and he talked with the most intoxicating voice. Dorothy felt her body go limp from merely the words she spoke. She turned to see his face. The face of a… MONSTER! Dorothy’s jaw fell in shock and her eyes began to water from fright. The monster stood over the body of the man, who was apparently his puppet. She hadn’t met another person like her, but this had to be one. The monster couldn’t harm her unless he acted through his puppet body. She wanted to scream and take the other girl away with her, but she wasn’t going to risk Mallory’s life. She felt her cheeks grow wet from the water fall of tears. Dorothy felt a shove from the back of her mind. She closed her eyes and the image of Mallory’s face slammed into her at full force. Dorothy felt as if she was falling, but she was just loosing the little control she had over Mallory.

Mallory felt her control over her body return and it felt…Supernatural. Like she had just stepped out of her shell and experienced some dreamworld that Dorothy ruled. She saw images of Dorothy’s past life, I guess her storybook life. Shaking her head, her mind returned to the matter at hand. The Red head skank…Or the tall mysterious guy that was openly flirting with the Blond Cunt. “I am NOT drunk. Girl Scout’s Honor.” A giggle escaped her lips as she took a sip of the coffee. “J.B, this girl’s name is Blond Bitch. She is a tough motherfucker. Like the blond version of me.” Mallory thought to herself about that. “Wait..Wait…Wait… Scratch that. We are NOTHING alike.” Mallory laughed aloud before taking another gulp of her coffee. “I am Mally. Like Ally,” She glared at the blond bitch, “but with an M.” She smiled and gave J.B. a sly wink.

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When greeted—Terrah was about to verbally annihilate the male. But then he ordered Mallory coffee. Now he was REALLY going to get it. She wouldn’t put it past Mallory to try and steal her dibs once she was sober enough. She had only known Mallory for just a few minutes, and she already knew her game. After all…she’d probably do the same. So she went quiet, and allowed the man to speak. Her dark brown eyes watching carefully, examining every movement. She glanced at Mallory when she attempted to speak however.

“Bartenders are the best secret keepers. But I’m pretty sure this one’s smart enough not to get on our bad side.” She commented flatly. She took a breath to begin her assault—but he was one step ahead of her. And that didn’t normally happen. And then he offered her to punch him. And expression finally game over her typically dead face. For a fleeting second, a very loud ‘WTF’ hung over her head. And then it was gone.

Listening to Mallory, a thought came across her head. She was still playing a game with Mallory…what if she started another game, while continuing her previous. She extended her small, heavily bangled hand to him. “Actually, she’s incorrect. Her name is Skank, but you can call me Terrah.” She brushed Mallory off, and in the same breath, gave J.B. a slight smile. She still hadn’t given Mallory her name, and yet—five minutes, and she was giving J.B. her name. “And for the record, she isn’t my friend. And she only wishes her little trampy ass was as cool as me.” She leaned on the bar, giving Mallory her back, and blocking her view of J.B. Oh yes…this game would defiantly be fun.

“Now…” She still held the shot in her hand, “That ‘bruised and beautiful angel’ line, was a terrible pickup. Give me a good reason why I shouldn’t throw this in that charming little face of yours, and maybe I’ll drink it.” She asked, she smile still riding her lips, though no hint of it shone in her dark eyes.