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Anna Rae Hayden

"I don't give a shit."

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a character in “Skins: The Wild Youth”, as played by Something?

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Full Name: Anna Rae Hayden

Age: 18

Sex: Female

Sexual orientation: Not decided. Hasn't been with another girl. Only boys so far.

History: She's always been a nice girl. Well, that would mean, she was a nice girl up until she was around fifteen. Anna's brother died when she was fourteen, and he was her older brother. They were thick as thieves, and the loss was monumental for her. Ever since then she got into trouble and her grades dropped, but not because of stupidity but sheer lack of effort. First her grades dropped, then she started drinking and smoking, flirting around with random guys. The parties got wilder and crazier and drugs became a part of her life as well. No matter what it was. Anna just lives from day to day, sometimes dangerously close to being expelled from school. She's a bad girl. Now the eighteen year old lives with her mother and her father, who are both very concerned about her but they don't have a clue of what's going on.

Personality: If you finally manage to get under her skin and befriend her, Anna's a very nice girl and undyingly loyal. She loves with a passion unlike any most people have ever seen, but her romances are short lived. Once it comes to the emotionally intimate part, she chickens out. Fear forbids her to let people close and let her self truly love someone. When at parties, the girl enjoys partying and drinking, be it in the weekends or not. Anna loves music and knows how to play piano and guitar, but usually only does it by herself. Beneath her entire front and facade, there's a broken girl trying to ask for help but unable to.

Heath issues: None stated by a doctor, but most likely depression.

So begins...

Anna Rae Hayden's Story

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She stumbled away from the dancefloor, trying to avoid hitting people and bumping in to them. That seemed like an impossible task. Anna figured it was time for a smoke and got her pack of ciggarettes out. No lighter though. "Who goes to a party without a lighter?" She asked herself, aggrevated. Either it was time for drugs in the bathroom, or a ciggarette. Since there was no lighter, the choice was easy. Anna was too annoyed to ask anyone right now, so her mind was set for the bathroom. With determined steps and steady breaths, she walked towards it, stepping over a kid that had passed out in the hallway. She didn't even look down to see who it was.

A girl was leaning against the doorframe, her hand stretched out in front of her towards a boy. Anna's own blue eyes were fixed on him when she noticed he was there. "Oooh." She said lowly. The selfdestructive blonde had caught what the other girl had said lastly. Because of their vocal exchange, they saved her from doing her cocaine. Anna was fine with it, that just meant that there were more drugs for later. "Yeah baby, light us up." Anna looked at the girl when she passed her, no smile, nothing. But that was just how she was. "You do have a light, right?" Her right hand rested on the boys shoulder, and she placed herself on his left. She looked up at him and brushed her hair out of her eyes. Usually Anna Rae hid them, but now she was drunk and didn't care. He smells good. Boy does he smell good.Her mind told her as his scent drifted into her nostrils.

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The music was pumped into the room by large stereos, the lights were dim and smoke filed the room. Astrid felt the people around her, bodies pressed closed to hers as the mass moved on the dance floor. The beat was primal, and animalistic and with another swig of her drink her hips once again matched the rhythm. One, two, maybe three songs passed before she tipped her cup, a sole drop fell from the rim. It was her cue to refill, as she pushed through people to the kitchen tossing the cup and grabbing a bottle of Don Hulio and took a swig, tossing her hands into the air.
The rush hit her all at once, as she leaned against the counter-top, bracing herself as she kicked off her bright yellow pumps, and nearly fell the the floor as she leaned down to retrieve them.
Giggling, she carried the bottle and her shoes back through the crowd, and into a less crowded room.

Her walking was swayed as she reached up with her left hand to removed a grey fedora from her head, smacking herself in the face with her shoes in the process. Looking down she noticed she had spilled a bit onto her frilly yellow top, which was wrapped with a tight grey vest. Luckily her white shorts were still intact as she flopped down onto the couch. Before she knew it a blunt had made it's way around to her, happily she took it and hit it. Looking around to the other's she gave a small wave, slumping to the side on the couch a bit. The bottle dangled from her fingertips as she pulled her legs into the seat with her. Resting there she began scanning the room, lifting her arm periodically in greeting as she saw people she knew.

Reaching into her top she retrieved her ciggarettes, looking around for a lighter. The seat next to her sunk deeply as her ex plopped down next to her and lit the cigarette as it hung from her lips. He was obviously drunk ,worse off than she was and began pawing at her.
"Hey baby, remember big daddy?" he slurred as he began running his hand down he leg.
She simply slapped his hand away and glared, "Don't you have someone else to harass..." the words barely slipped through her lips as she leaned away from him. The boy leaned into her once again, this time gripping her around the shoulders. "Don't be like that Astrid? One more...for old times sake?"
Her drunken body fell into his, though she pushed away as hard as she could, "Max get off of me!" she said rather loudly. Glancing around the room she searched for someone to help her. The stoners across from her simply laughed and cheered him on.
"Mettez la main sur moi vous le cochon !"

After a few moments of struggling, pushing his sweaty, hairy arms off of her, and kicking at his stomach with her bare feet, she swung with her drunken left fist, which clutched her heels by the strap still. The Yellow pumps smacked him right across the face. Clutching his cheek he backed off of her, slurring something about "crazy bitch" as he slicked away.
With a triumphant, and drunken grin on her face she clumsily sat up on the couch. noticing her lighter falling between the cushions, she snatched it up and lit a new cigarette. As she gazed around she thought,I wont let that get me down. La nuit est jeune! I just need a little pick me up.

Deciding she no longer wanted to carry her heels she reached into her small black clutch, which hung to her wrist on a strap, and pulled out a par of gray flats. With a swig from the bottle she clumsily slipped on her flats, tossing her pumps to the side. Gigging as she walked down the hall, she made her way to the bathroom. As she noticed it was occupied she braced herself with both hands on the doorway, leaning in as she spoke. "Je suis désolée! I did not realize there was a line." Glancing around she saw they were all smoking and a grin passed over her face. Lowering her arms she took a swig from the bottle and raised her own cig, "Mind if I lean here? Thanks."

Looking the group over her eyes lingered on the guy. How adorable...Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir... She gave a smile to the girls, but most of the time the girls never liked her. Her family is wealthy, no matter how she tried she always gets the spoiled rich bitch stigma. As she exhaled a plume of smoke her attention was fixed on his it danced in front of her. With a quick wave she smiled once again ans said, "I'm Astrid by the way."

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The music was pumping loudly throughout the whole house, more and more people seemed to be filing in by the minute. At this rate, the host of the party has either passed out or was very busy getting lucky, or something of that nature, Jeremy thought. He had already seen most of the crowd and realised that he did not recognise a single person, which would appear to be some sort of a jackpot to others, but for Jeremy it was a cue to leave. That was what his gut was telling him to do, anyway. Jeremy tried to relax a little bit and dropped the lighter onto the girl's open palm and fixed his blue eyes onto the other with white-blonde hair. 'Easy there,' He chuckled and pulled the cigarette away from his mouth, evidently to take a better look at her.

'What's your name? Do you two know each other?' He glanced at the two and secretly hoped that the girl with white-blonde hair wouldn't suddenly decide to throw up. Part of him wondered if they'd like to ditch this party for an after party in his basement with just a few bottles and other drugs that he had stored away. Jeremy highly doubted that they would, but still the image in his head looked very promising. Suddenly, a shrill shout had pierced through the throbbing sounds of the stereo and made Jeremy jump. Heart racing, he drew his attention away from the girls and into the crowd. 'What the heck?'

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Tyriel pulled the door open to this wild party, which in his absence had died down. It was much akin to the way a fire got so hot, it burnt up its only fuel source and the flames became smouldering embers. He inhaled sharply through his nose as if to say 'now, what's next?' He glanced around the room. The music was still going, though most of the people were not. Either too drunk off their asses, or too fucking stoned to be even included in this reality--or frame of mind rather. One gal n particular, a fair skinned young woman--lively that one was-- had slapped the guy trying to grope her with her shoe before venturing off. Lifting his own hand up, which was bloody, scathed and remarkably calloused both palm and the knuckles thereof, he grabbed the lethal cocktail of bottles of Absinthe and followed her merely out of boredom rather than any awareness of who she was.

It would seem a collective menagerie of women swooning one male near the doorway to the bathroom. He wasn't one for groups, too many people--too many stupid reasons why shit could go wrong. Bathrooms seemed to appeal to the drug users like himself, although Tyriel would sooner do it right in front of someone rather than wait. He was an impetuous, impatient man. Marked by an exuding aura of dominance over his fellow man. He could easily scare other students, just by retelling the same story over and over about how he flogged his father. Their imagination did most of the work for him. But for those testy sons of bitches that had something to prove--well, he had something for them as well.

Having only recently been released, he still was, technically speaking of course, the same man. He was just...more man. He wasn't naive like he was those years ago, he had learned to understand relationships. He also had learned to beat a man very well. He guessed he was the engrossing byproduct of a system that supposedly worked. Still, he did have a lot of his former appetites; sex, drink, drugs, and violence. Though some people would tend to push him, and if drinking a bottle of fine scotch didn't work, nor did the gram or so of cocaine--then obviously violence solved everything real fast.

"Hey Jeremy," He had met with Jeremy in school. He was one of those 'other' kids, the 'good' kids. He was not snobbish, nor did he run down other people. Which is why, on relative terms, they got along in a peaceful equation of human dynamics. Tyriel had even surprised him with how intelligent he really was, he just preferred to 'dumb' himself down--or "humble" himself for all the self-righteous pricks out there. "Who are your guests?" He asked stopping just a few short feet of them all.

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'Oh, well, bye -' Jeremy pursed his lips and watched her go. He didn't even get her name. He sighed and sank further back into the door frame, feeling a little disappointed, because that girl might have been something different. Or maybe she couldn't have, and he was just being sentimental again. He had been in these kinds of situations so many times before, and was getting quite sick of it. Jeremy stuffed the cigarette hastily in his mouth and closed his eyes for a few moments.

He thought about all the different kinds of girls he had met. And then the girls he grew up with when he was younger, and how they all turned out to be when they reached high school. Some of them changed quite dramatically - from smart girls who read books then dumbed themselves down for other boys, which made him very sad, and others who were very quiet and kept to themselves, then somehow made their way into all... this. The parties, the drugs, the drinks. Everything. Jeremy opened his eyes. He was thinking stupidly, and too fast again.

'Hey, Ty,' Jeremy said lazily, smiling. Finally, someone he knew. He straightened himself up and wrapped the girl's arm around his neck, keeping her from falling to the ground. 'Great timing. This is Astrid,' He gestured towards the pretty French girl and grinned. 'And this one here...' He looked over to his left worriedly. 'I've got no idea.'

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She was a little unsure on her feet, but there was no danger for Anna to throw up. She'd have to drink more if that should happen. Her eyes were moved to the girl who'd recieved the lighter and she smiled, and then back to the boy. "Anna Rae Hayden." She said and saluted him with a grin. Apprently something was wrong, because the girl with the ciggarette shoved the lighter down Anna's bra and left. Albeit surprised, she just stood with a smile and tilted her head. More people arrived. If more people come in here, this bathroom won't be big enough. She thought and raised an eyebrow. Another girl came in, speaking French. Anna loved French. It was so nice and elegant. "Ooh." She said in a low voice when she spotted the girl who introduced herself as Astrid. Another boy came in too. It would seem that he had met the boy Anna was standing next to. "Jeremy, so that's your name." She pondered and winked at him.

Much to her own pleasure, Jeremy wrapped her arms around his shoulder. He thought that she was going to fall over, but Anna didn't care. "It would seem this place is full of good looking men." She said and nodded to herself, giving the newly arrived boy a seductive smile and tilted her head. In that second, the scream sounded. It was louder than the music because everyone heard it. "If that's the cops, I'm screwed." She looked at Jeremy. "Don't you wanna ditch this place?" Anna's eyes moved from the handsome boy next to her to Astrid, and then to Ty, awaiting an answer. If it was the police, Anna was way to drunk and in possession of drugs. "I got some things I shouldn't be caught with anyway, plus, this place is kind of dying out isn't it?"

If they could go to one of their places, she would be happy. If not, then Anna would just crash somewhere else. Least of all, she wanted to go home and sleep. All that would happen would be her with a bottle of booze and a ciggarette, and her coke. Always wild and always in search of a good party. That was just how Anna Rae Hayden lived. No one knew how she really felt, and no one was ever going to know. That was her one rule.

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'Hey, Ty,' The demure kid had said to him, wrapping his arm around the girl he had seen storm off after pummeling her ex or whatever the hell he was--Tyriel really didn't care--with her shoe shouting in French. Bloody hell. The was a French girl screaming in French. Tyriel had to take another sip of Absinthe for that. He wasn't really derogatory towards her personally, but the French pissed him off. Always snooty sons of bitches, looking down their noses because they could speak a language that sounded romantic--at least to most it did. To Tyriel, he mine as well be listening to another Gaelic speak while drunk. The best kind of drunk. Of course he had that habit himself being originally from Scotland. He had since downplayed his accent though. Adoring fans need not apply.

'Great timing. This is Astrid,' The boy grinned and Tyriel simply...well, he simply stared. Finally he rubbed the back of his head in an unsure manner. Eh, it was his choice to be around people who could call you shit in a language you probably wouldn't understand. That said, oddly he knew just about ever French insult. 'And this one here...' Jeremy had continued, 'I've got no idea.' finally saying although he was looking another 'tipsy' blonde who spouted off that her name was Anna Rae Hayden. That was a fact apparently.

Anna had looked over at Tyriel and smiled, he wasn't sure if it was the booze or if it wasn't--he didn't care, he liked it. However, before any remote interest could be reached, a scream pierced the atmosphere which was mainly full of a thick smog of marijuana, and stale beers. "If that's the cops, I'm screwed." She had immediately looked at Jeremy as if expecting him to reply. "Don't you wanna ditch this place?" Here eyes wandered, she was scared. He knew a scared expression like someone about to be busted for having done something they knew they shouldn't have. "I got some things I shouldn't be caught with anyway, plus, this place is kind of dying out isn't it?" And there it was, the solemn truth he knew had existed all along.

"Sure," Tyriel said in a cool calm demeanor. " I'll take miss Anna here back to my flat and Jeremy you take Astrid--we go separate ways. Wait till this shit calms the fuck down." He said, almost annoyed with the amount of yelling and bothered by the large crowd. " Let's take the back door, I don't want to have to knock twenty people out just to get to the front door."

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The doorway was cool against her forehead, and supported most her enough to keep her from tumbling. The others introduced themselves as Jeremy and Anna, though one girl walked off.
"It's sooo nice to meet you," she said waving with bottle in a wide and clumsy gesture. With her other hands she pushed herself off the wall to look into a mirror hanging adjacent to her. Placing her cig in her mouth she began primping her hair a bit, then noticed that she had lost her hat. Damn it... was all she could muster before unknowingly tipping and stumbling for moment, Jeremy broke her fall. She giggled thanks as he gripped her around the waist and draped her arm over his shoulder.
"Hey Jeremy... "Who are your guests?" Yet another attractive guy joined them, Jeremy greeted him like old friends.
'Great timing. This is Astrid...And this one here...I've got no idea."
"Enchante," she replied, lifting the bottle to her lips and taking in a little more of the burning liquid. The new arrival simply stared at her. Rolling he eyes she returned her attention Jeremy leaning into him slightly more and batting her eyes a bit.

Anna mentioned something about them going to a flat, Astrid grinned and lifted and replied, "That sounds like fun," when truly the music was starting to give her a headache, and the bottle now hung empty from her fingertips. The last shot reached her head, and the room began to soften. She raised her arm to place the hand that once held the bottle, up to Jeremy's chest to support herself, feeling his toned body through the thin shirt. Cute and Sexy...
As she looked across out into the hall, her ex came up to the door with a heel mark still on his cheek. Seeing Astrid there, being held by Jeremy he turned and began walking away. The look on his face was quite priceless, and to egg him on a bit she wrapped her other arm around to meet her hand and turned to face him a more, leaning into him. As The defeated guy stormed away she giggled to herself, though wasn't sure if anyone else caught what had happened. Jeremy's friend spoke, lifting her gaze to his she listened.
"Sure... I'll take miss Anna here back to my flat and Jeremy you take Astrid--we go separate ways. Wait till this shit calms the fuck down...Let's take the back door, I don't want to have to knock twenty people out just to get to the front door."
"Sounds like a plan to me goujon," she replied. Matching her green gaze to Jeremy's blue eyes she said to him sweetly, "How far to your flat cherie?"

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The hallway, packed with people from wall to wall was a lost cause. Jane had made it a few feet from the bathroom door and she rolled her eyes. She'd made quite the exit, for sure, but it seemed she'd have to turn around and find another way out. Perhaps a bedroom window or fire escape? One could only hope. Trying to take a deep breath, because she felt like someone was suffocating her, Jane pushed her body around and shoved passed people to get back where she'd come from.

Why had she come here? What had she been thinking, really, to come to a place so full of idiots and drunks?

Her sigh was enough answer for her.

"How far to your flat cherie?" Was the piece of the conversation she'd entered into when someone shoved her face into the door frame. Jane hollered out, feeling her lip instantly swell up and taste metallic.

"Oi!" She screamed again and swung her hand around, hoping to make contact with someone, anyone, to avenge her beaten self. "What's the big idea, you bloody fools?!" Quite an exit before, what an entrance this time. It was still the same two girls, the French one appearing even more drunk than last time, and only able to stand thanks to the young man with the lighter. But now, another man had entered the little loo. Jane peaked at her reflection over the blonde one's shoulder and check her lip. It wasn't bleeding, but it was swollen.

"Friggin' idiots. Everyone's gone completely mad out there." Her chocolate eyes, shielded from others by the round green lenses on her nose, searched the room for a window. These four seemed to have some kind of plan for after this place, Jane wouldn't interfere. She just wanted the heck out. The window in the bathroom was old and tiny.

"Think I can fit through that?" Not waiting for anyone to answer, she stepped into the bathtub and stood up on her toes. It took some strength to pry the old thing open and she was met with the wet smell of concrete and fresh air. "Hmm... Someone give me a hand?" Jane didn't bother to look behind her to see if there was a volunteer. Jane wanted out... No, needed out. She began lifting her little body up into the window, hoping against hope that she could fit through.

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‘Not too far from here, love,’ Jeremy murmured, though his eyes were trailing after the girl with the dark hair and sunglasses who happened to run off a few moments ago. It was almost one am; his mother wouldn't have been home until day. Wherever the hell she was? He didn't know. Jeremy just wanted the house to himself while he was with Astrid to avoid any kind of false accusations his mother always had install for him when he brought someone home. He could picture it clearly in his mind: a short portly woman with honey blonde curls and twinkly blue eyes, sitting on the arm chair with a wine class in her hand and giddy grin on her face. And after accusations, it was relentless teasing and pestering for the next week or so until he brought someone new home again (Where's the pretty one you brought home last time, Jerry?). Jeremy shivered at the thought.

They really did need to get out before cops of any kind showed up at the house, or else they would have been in big, big trouble. ‘Come with us through the back,’ said Jeremy, watching her with amusement as she tried to fit through the window. ‘You might get stuck if you keep that up.’ Carefully, he slid Anna's arm off from around his neck and prodded her gently towards Tyriel. Whoever the host of the party was, Jeremy knew that they were going to have a hard time cleaning up whatever mess was left behind. The revolting stench of vomit lingered in the air. Jeremy grimaced and gripped Astrid tighter on the waist, ‘let’s go,’ he muttered, feeling his stomach churn. Oh God, not now. Jeremy thought to himself. They needed to get out as soon as possible before his stomach decided to take a turn for the worst. French girls always seemed so feisty on T.V. when they had so much as a speck of dirt on themselves, and Jeremy didn't want to test that.

‘Tyriel, Anna -’ He said finally, feeling very off colour. ‘If you want, stop by for the after party... You too, come along.’ Jeremy called out to the girl by the window and clutched his stomach with his left arm. Turning back to Astrid, he smiled and said ‘Off we go, then’.

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Decisions were quickly made. Anna didn't really pay much attention, but she caught that they were going to part ways and then meet up later. Good thing that Jeremy and Ty knew each other. When Jeremy pushed her towards the boy in the door, she looked back and fake pouted. "Now I fell rejected." But her arms quickly landed around Ty, as she placed her self behind him. Anna put her chin on his shoulder and looked at him. "Luckily, there are hot guys everywhere." She tightened her grip around his stomach and felt the muscle underneath. She sighed deeply in pleasure and looked at Jeremy and Astrid with a smile. She felt a vague notion of jealousy, but she was too apathetic to care. Anna rarely had trouble with guys, except some of them thought that she actually wanted to stay with them afterwards. It wasn't that she didn't want to. She just couldn't. The white-blonde was simply too scared.

The girl from before came rushing back. She made quite and exit and this time quite an entrance. Anna couldn't help giggling when she tried to push herself through the window. The girl seemed desperate to get out though, although she didn't show it very much. "So, where are you going to take me, honey?" Anna winked and tilted her head to look at Tyriel properly. Whatever he wanted to do was fine with her, unless it involved her getting killed of course. Anna looked down at herself and tried to figure out if she'd forgotten anything. Apparently everything was there. Money, keys, phone, drugs. She looked up at the handsome boy in front of her and smiled. "I'm good to go if you are."

Quickly, her mind went to her parents. They were in bed now and wouldn't know if she was gone anyway. They cared, but Anna always knew how to wriggle her way out of everything. They hardly knew what was going on. Tonight, she was at a friends house just having a good time with a few people. She'd cover for her. She always did. Another drag of the ciggarette and she moved in front of him, staring up at him. Anna studied his face for a moment. Jeremy had invited the girl in the window to come along as he clutched his stomach. If he's gonna hurl, I'm glad I didn't stay there. She thought, watching him leave. Ty didn't seem to be so drunk that he'd throw up, but admittedly the place reeked of vomit and alcohol, sweat and cheap perfume. "Let's go, Ty." Anna said and put her hand on his stomach, eager to get out of here and back to his place. Partially because she didn't want to get caught by the police if they got here, and partially because the boy in front of her was handsome.

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Peering over her shoulder, she watched the four strangers interact and... Jesus, she needed to get away from them all. The tension was so thick she could have lit it on fire with a tiny spark. It was making her feel unbearably uncomfortable. Her cigarette had lost its way on her first attempt at leaving and its sudden absence weighed heavy on her nerves. First thing, when she reached the open air, she would light up another cigarette and treasure it for the following seven minutes.

Anna and Tyriel were the other two and Astrid was the French one. Jane still had yet to figure out the dark haired young man's name. Wait, why did she care? Perhaps the frantic situation was causing her to find some common ground with these people. Whatever it was, she felt its temporary waves and knew that she would forget about them by morning. The french girl and the nameless guy walked out first, followed closely by the other couple. Jane found herself being left behind and panicked for only a second before her two fingers slid through the belt loop of the boy named Ty. She trailed behind Anna, her arm long and extended from the pants that were her only escape to fresh air.

People were scattering and doors were slamming. Jane even smiled wryly at two kids that were scrambling out a window near the front door. See? Her plan hadn't been all bad.

Once outside, Jane released her fingers, hoping that Ty didn't actually feel her near him. The young woman was sure he hadn't cared, seeing that the Anna girl was tightly adhered to his backside.

Deft fingers ripped a smashed pack of tobacco sticks from the pocket of her jeans and a cigarette was snug on her lips in no time. Soon her memory came to her and she cursed.

"Damn..." Slouching her shoulders and smiling comically, Jane lifted her hands. "We're back right where we started. Anyone got a light?"

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‘Tyriel, Anna -’ He said finally, feeling very off color. ‘If you want, stop by for the after party... You too, come along....Off we go, then’. The young man, boyish really, pried Anna off of him and aimed her like she were a torpedo towards Tyriel who then nodded and wondered if this kind of life was for him. He seemed rather ill at the putrid stench of human bodily excretions like the smell of vomit, mixed with cheap, stale cigarette smoke and of course you had the "dime-baggers" who had wafted the THC around the room like it was tear gas--of course you had to add idiots that bought pcp laced marijuana. Fuckin' berks, had to cock up every bloody thing.


"Now I feel rejected." said to Jeremy in a mocking of dejection, even putting on a display of pouting. Yet, soon enough she had slid behind him, her arms folding over and around his firm body. The corded 'knots' in his stomach, along his shoulders and arms showcased his athletic ability as well as his very real love for violence, although not towards women. He'd always been very clear about that. Nevertheless, in a scrap with a fellow bloke--he could dish out and absorb a lot of punishment. The pads of her fingers seeming quite right against his skin. She was warm, he liked warm. Tyriel's head turned towards the shoulder she had rested her chin upon. "Luckily, there are hot guys everywhere." Tyriel smirked, he admired her preference. What could he say, he was biased.

There of course had to be one paranoid person per party, it was like a rule or something. Who ever had written this rule list he'd like to have a sit and have a pint with, pick their brain a bit. At one point, a girl--that had left before hand apparently--had returned and freaked out at the word of the law getting involved. Either she had something on her, or there was something else going into a meltdown phase in that pretty blonde head of hers. She had actually decided to climb out of the window, before Jeremy talked her into following them out the back.

"So, where are you going to take me, honey?" The lovely Anna had asked him, though her drunken stupor made her eyes hazy, he still very much enjoyed them. He gave a devious grin. " Back to my place of course, I'mma show you a real flat." His Scottish accent came out on the last pronunciation of the last few syllables. He brought his left hand up and just very gently patted her cheek. He wasn't drunk, he was a far way from being drunk. He was a Scotsman. Alcohol mine as well be his blood type. "Somewhere's you can be with out all the bloody barmpots and berks." Tyriel responded.

"I'm good to go if you are." Anna had checked her things to see if they were there or were missing. Apparently it was the former. He moved forwards and all at once those 'knots' came to life beneath her finger tips; shifting like tides over the rocks, bewitchingly flexing like a panther prowling. He let her cling to him, while in one hand he carried the bottle of Absinthe, still sipping from it and quite rapidly. He followed Jeremy and Astrid--with Jane whom had strangely enough decided to be towed around like rail car behind him. He simply carried her along, she'd let go when she felt she wanted to or needed to. If not this night might get really interesting.

Once outside though, the girl, Jane released his pants but he carried on with the rest of the group, what with Anna saying "Let's go, Ty." that was all he really needed. He walked the young blonde across to the street to the car unlike any other near it. Like a black pearl its waxed body glimmering beneath all the lighting. Inside awaited her, a plush black leather interior. It was an American car, a car from the early 70's. But while she might not have been very impressed while it sat still; Ty helping her into the car before shutting the door and walking the driver side and scooting on into the bench seat. The only thing that seemed to separate the passenger away from the driver was the seat belts and the shifter planted in the floor board that jutted up. The 'cap' was rounded and had the Ace of Spades emblazoned on it.

"You might want to buckle up." He told her simply, shoving the bottle of booze between his thighs before calmly and coolly starting the ignition. Right away, she would notice a huge difference the the performance of any, every day car and this one. The chassis rumbled, it shook, it vibrated places on her body that had yet to be tread with his eyes. The blowers roared the engine into life and then everyone knew was around. Those not too drunk, too high-- those that were anybody, all shouted as Tyriel 'palmed' the steering wheel, pulling the car out of park and steering it slowly onto the street.

Had she listened to him, or perhaps better, crawled over near him--she'd have been prepared for the jolt of pure adrenaline that would permeate her senses as the car seemed to take off like a rocket towards the moon. The lights, the road, everything seemed to blur for a few seconds as the car had reached 60 miles an hour in in less than 10 seconds. He naturally took the longer route, rather loving the speed. He avoided main strips mostly, and even went down more than a few dark alleys. And then, they were there. Despite the back alleys looking ominous at night, where he had parked was on Julian Road. Julian Road was just a few moments walk from the acres of open grassland of Durdham Down and was convenient for access to the broad mix of shopping and leisure facilities in fashionable Clifton Village and Whiteladies Road. Clifton Down Station is about a mile and a half away, Bristol City Centre less than two and a half miles-access to the M32 motorway roughly was another three or so miles.

Located in the genteel and leafy surroundings of Sneyd Park, one of Bristol's most desirable residential neighbourhoods, this spacious two bedroom flat was furnished in stylish fashion and exuded great charm and character. The property is on the hall floor of a large Victorian building and came with an attractive enclosed front garden. He pulled the keys, and got out, let Anna out and shut the door behind her. "Well, here it is." He said calmly taking another sip. He acted collectively unimpressed with t. He liked it and everything, but he was without that home sweet home feeling.

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"Barmpots and berks?" She repeated once outside. Anna hadn't even noticed Jane trailing after them before they came outside. She didn't mind though, all she did was offer the girl a glance and then focused on the Ty. When he had left the bathroom, she had felt the muscle tense underneath his shirt. The boy didn't seem to mind so Anna kept her hands on him. "Where are you from? She asked him, smirking a little. She knew there were a lot of weird expressions out there, but 'barmpots and berks' she hadn't heard before. It sounded Irish or Scottish.

When they reached his car, Anna stopped dead in her tracks for a moment. "Oh my God." She let out, eager to get into the car. She ran her hands over the leather and widened her eyes. "How many chicks do you pick up with this thing?" Anna leaned back and buckled up, giving him another seductive smile when he started the engine. The car rumbled, her entire body felt the shaking of the engine. "Ooh." Anna smirked and raised an eyebrow. Maybe he's too drunk to drive? The thought crossed her mind as they drove, and she eyed the bottle between his legs. Absinth. Anna reached over and put her hand on his thigh, letting it slowly slide down towards his 'area'. She stopped, grabbed the bottle and took it, a mischievous smile on her lips. Anna took a sip of the bottle and felt the hot liquid slide down her throat. If Ty was too drunk to drive, it didn't seem like it. And what did Anna care anyway?

He steered the car through the street in high speed, but quite easily and experienced. Admittedly, she was quite impressed. To her surprise, the area he lived in was pretty nice. He was enough of a gentleman to open the door and let her out. The blonde stepped onto the concrete and looked up at his face. Anna moved around the car and followed him, handing the bottle back to him. "Well, show what's inside." She said and urged him on, eager to see if the inside of his home matched the exterior. "Give me some of that." She glanced at him and tilted her head, regretting her decision to give up the bottle of strong alcohol.

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Anna put her hands on his chest and reached for the bottle unsuccesfully. "You don't even wanna know." She said, pushing him up against the wall and whispering in his ear. Once he had opened the door, Anna crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes at him. Earn it? Really? She thought to herself, following him inside. "Fine then." She said and walked around the place. At least his home was amazing to her. Imagine the party you could throw here! Anna Was a little amused at her first thought. Of course it had something to do with parties.
She turned on her heels and looked at Ty, crossing her arms again. "So, what do I have to do for you to give me some." She winked and tilted her head again, retrieving the bag of white powder from her bra. She threw it on the table and walked towards him slowly.

"I already followed you here, I brought drugs." She let her hand rest on his chest again, pressing her body against his. Anna smirked as she reached for the bottle again, but her was bigger than her and his arms were longer. "Please." She said and let her eyes meet his for a second before they fled somewhere else, moving down to look at his lips and then at her fingers on his chest.
"I'll be good." Anna smirked again and tilted her head, looking at her. "If you want me to."

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"So, what do I have to do for you to give me some." Her question posed she fetched the coke from her bra, the white powder, like snow only it was a inhalant and when it dissolved, that's when things got interesting. He smiled coyly. " Dats an interestin' question, would you do?" His question posed risks, he was always about risks. His voice laced with his highlander brogue. A language which could easily take a turn in the undecipherable. For now though, he wasn't drunk and so his words were coherent. He lips curled into a devilish smile while he stood look up at her.

"I already followed you here, I brought drugs." He persisted the smile, arching a brow as she spoke. She seemed 'innocent' enough. Yet, her hand tried to sneak the bottle off, he veered it away in playfulness. "Please." He watched her look him up and down slowly, feeling himself grow eager with excitement. She looked back into his eyes, smirking that dangerous smile. "I'll be good." she told him assuredly. "If you want me to." That was it. Permission granted. " An' who said I wanted tha'?" He asked, his eyes glimmered deviously.