So this is partyin.//WALLY

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All my life I've been good but

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Why was she here again? Why was Darcy Robinson in an overcrowded, hot club filled with women showing too much cleavage and dancing idiots? Why was she currently swirling a margarita with the tiny umbrella that decorated it? Oh, yes. Because those stupid juniors accused her of being a goody goody. As if. Darcy Robinson was many things, but she was not goody goody. She was bad ass, strange, and an avid writer. But those people had gone too far. So she had to prove herself, and she told them she would be at Down the Rabbit Hole on Saturday night. And she couldn't lie, right? What if one of them was there?

As Darcy observed the crowd, she realized they weren't. She was so dim witted...

So what was the point of staying now anyway? It was easy enough to get in; they didn't even question IDs, just nodded their heads dumbly. She could probably walk out without anybody noticing. That junior probably was knocking out some other helpless girl, and she already had proved herself worthy.

But wait- she'd never been in a club before. Who knows what she could get out of this? Writing wise, of course. Darcy whipped out her small journal from her purse and started scribbling down notes, switching between her right and left hands. Change was something that motivated her. She described everything, from the funny Alice in Wonderland theme (which weirdly amused Darcy) to the loud, meaningless music blaring. And the occupants, of course. From the innocent looking girls to the guys who looked much younger than 21.

As Darcy was writing rapidly, she heard a sudden splash. In a split second her journal was covered with alcohol, soaking through all the pages. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She looked up to see some idiot girl staring at her blankly.

"Oops." She giggled and hiccuped at the same time before backing away. Darcy balled her fist up. She wanted to do some illegal things right now and say some certain words, but all she could do was stare at her journal. All her thoughts, stories, notes. The whole works of her last year. She was so daft! Who brought such a precious thing to a fucking club?

Now Darcy really wished she had gone with the goody goody title.

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All I want is to mess around

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WORDS// 386
TAGGED// Wally
OUTFIT// clickeh.
NOTES// Tell me if anything needs to be changed, Hedgie. This was fun to write. xD
LYRICS// What the Hell by Avril Lavigne
CREDIT// Kudos to Carmen [me]. No robbers please :3

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[hedgerz]

It was a Saturday night, and Wally was following the normal routine. Wake up and like noon. Blast music. Drink caffiene. Go to Down the Rabbit Hole. PARTY LIKE IT'S 1999! He was having so much fun, as per usual! He felt like nothing could ever, like, ruin this moment ever! Stuff could only make it better!

Like another drink. That would make it PERFECT.

So Wally Malone danced his epic way over the the bar and ordered the regular. Observing who else was at the bar, he noticed a girl stumbling over to a blonde and spilling her drink all over her....notebook?

"Oops."

OH. MY. GOD. How could people be so MEAN? He ignored the drink the bartender put un front of him and walked over to the blonde who was getting all mad and stuff, as she should have been! Wally didn't even purposefully spill drinks over people when he was sloshed! "What a jerkface!" he exclaimed over the music and examined her notebook from where he was standing, right next to her.

"Well.... at least it was clear alcohol. Now it might only be a little smudgy. Right?" he attempted, trying to make her feel better.

TAGGED: DARCY TURN IT UP! IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME TO NOTES: sorry for suckage.! I'M SO SICK OF LOCATION: down the rabbit hole? this template note thing is confusing. O.O, IT'S MAKING MY BRAIN FINISHED! I'M JUST TALKIN' A NUMERICAL AMOUNT OF WORDS. I'M TELLING YOU 'BOUT THAT YOUR ALIAS OR YOUR CHARRIE" hedgie/wally.. WE'RE SELLIN' KE$HA, SLEEPIN' IN WE R WHO WE R, DRESSIN' IT OUTFIT, HITTIN' ON HOT AND DANGEROUS !? @ CAUTION 2.0. HARD!

[dormouse]

All my life I've been good but

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Darcy blinked as the wasted girl walked away, unconcerned of her surroundings. Oh, yeah, like that wasn't a big deal. A year's worth of writing covered in alcohol! Won't her professor like that. Darcy rubbed on the journal with a bunch of napkins vigorously, hoping perhaps she could save most of the pages. As she did so, she heard a voice and raised her head up.

"What a jerkface!"

Was he talking to her? He looked quite in place, that was for sure. But why would this kind of chap interact with Darcy? As she observed him further, she realized there was something about him. Not quite alluring, but a familiar feeling, yet Darcy was sure she had never seen him before. Talk about déjà vu.

"It's nothing," she mumbled. "Just all my work in the past year. No big deal." Raising her eyebrow, daring for him to move along, Darcy sipped her margarita. It actually wasn't horrible. A bit too sweet for her taste, maybe, but considering it contained alcohol it was pretty good.

"Well.... at least it was clear alcohol. Now it might only be a little smudgy. Right?"

Now it was obvious he wasn't leaving. But Darcy brightened up for a moment, glancing at her notebook again. Maybe it wasn't really damaged, maybe the paper would withstand the alcohol.

"I don't know. Maybe." She looked at a poem she had written in the past week. It was a metaphor comparing tea to people; certain kinds have different tastes, different origins, and different abilities. It was in the shape of a teapot, something Darcy smiled at on a daily basis. This was the paper that had been directly spilled on. Now Darcy frowned at it.

Turning around, Darcy noticed the bartender looking very awkward, trying to offer a drink to the bloke, who was turned around towards Darcy.

"I think your drink's ready," she said, pointing to the man. "I'm Darcy, by the way," She said under her breath. She wasn't used to introducing herself, but this was a club, she was illegally here, and she was drinking a margarita. One more change wouldn't make a difference.

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All I want is to mess around

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WORDS// Don't ask.
TAGGED// Wally
OUTFIT// clickeh.
NOTES// Sweet, sweet, anti-social Darcy.
LYRICS// What the Hell by Avril Lavigne
CREDIT// Kudos to Carmen [me]. No robbers please :3

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