Post by ``lexus abigail queen on Aug 11, 2008 20:04:50 GMT -5
``lexusabigailqueen !!
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lexus had been sitting in a cramped apartment, barely remembering anything. she stared out the window, dressed in a short white trench coat and basically nothing underneath ('cept for underwear - if you want to be a perv about it) and felt like absolute shit. she ran her fingers through her hair and exhaled on the joint she had found in her back pocket of her short black ultra mini-skirt a few minutes ago. she closed her eyes and opened them again, and the moment she did that, the world went spinning. she groaned and leaned her arm on her knee, which was bent upward toward her face and her foot flat on the top of the sill. she glanced down below and saw a few passers by. a bunch of them had concert t-shirts on. a definite no-no in lexi's books. she found that girls and guys wearing concert t-shirts, or band t-shirts were like... freaking groupies. you didn't want to look obsessed - unless you were a total loser - and you didn't want to look totally aloof. but whatever. they probably just got tickets to see the concert and were really siked about it. or - at least, she bloody hoped so.
she heard a door close somewhere behind her and spun around, a few locks of her hair falling into her eyes. she didn't bother to brush them away as an attractive looking man emerged from the bathroom with nothing but a towel around his waist. "sleep well, love?" he asked her in a mock british accent. lexus rolled her eyes. oh, right. that was what she did last night - or rather that was who she did last night. well, then that was also a question, since she couldn't even remember this guy's name, let alone everything else. so lexus merely shrugged and returned her gaze to the window. she saw some of the tour buses a ways down the road and was kind of tempted to laugh as the rest of her band got up and everyone else was kind of (most likely) sleeping in. god, she fucking loved this. doing whatever she wanted and getting paid for it sometimes, which was just totally freaking awesome. soon the joint lost it's effect on her and she just dropped it out of the window. she was almost sure she heard a "hey!" from a guy it had landed on or something, but had turned away too soon to care.
she walked over to the kitchen and opened the tiny fridge. she looked around at it's contents (or lack of) and felt a warm, strong arm wrap around her waist. she spun around and felt that random guy's tongue trying to force it's way down her throat. she grimaced as she tasted stale beer and what seemed like vodka on his lips and pushed him away. a few bits of spit dribbled down and onto his chin. he wiped them away quickly and looked around, "whaswrong?" he slurred, totally pissed. lexus rolled her eyes and grabbed a random skirt from the ground. and stuffed her legs through it. she actually enjoyed the feel of the coat over her shoulders, so left it be before giving the guy a good slap on his cheek and glaring at him, "what's wrong?" she glowered with a native british accent, "well, here's one fucking thing wrong about this picture. you're in it!" but just for the hell of it, she gave the guy one last long kiss because she had to admit, she sort of remembered a good time last night, so just felt like saying bye properly. and she turned on her heel and slammed the door of his apartment. she trudged down the hallway before she realized one crucial thing - she forget her damn shoes and they were marc jacob's no less! lexus forced herself to forget about it and made her way down the stairs since the stupid elevator wasn't in service. she flung the front doors open and breathed in the cool, las vegas air. she placed her hand in a pocket and pulled out her wallet, full of cash and credit cards.
grinning, she stepped off the curb and whistled for a taxi. there weren't as many taxi's here as there were in london or nyc, but she didn't mind that much at ALL. she closed the door behind her and pulled her cell out of her other pocket (huh, smart babe) and began texting her bffl twigg about the asshole of a guy and how she seemed to get out there perfectly fine, minus the fact that she had no money. she was too engulfed in her texting that she forgot to tell the driver where she was headed and he had to yell back at her saying, "hey - lady, you goin' anywhere or what?" he asked, tapping the little cash per kilometer timer-thing or whatever the hell it was for. lexus wasn't in a thinking mood right now as the driver pulled out of the parking space and drove onwards. the girl finally decided where to go and he stepped on it. the beach wasn't far, but it was nice. it was probably going to be kind of crowded, bu considering that today wasn't a very hot day, maybe not. she hoped not, at least. when she got there, she stepped out of the taxi, handed the guy a handful of dollar bills (she didn't want to use up the twenties just yet) and walked onto the warm sand. she head straight for the water and stood there, the waves licking the sand and her feet by association, and sighed happily, hugging herself as she searched her pockets for some sunglasses. when she didn't find them she cursed under her breath and squinted out over the water, "oh, fuck. this is just great." but she instead thought of it as the lights of a show and being on stage. that is, until she felt a hand on her waist.
