KELLY, spencer rita

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-- spencer rita kelly.

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» So. It was a Tuesday night and when she should've been thinking of ways to ask Brad out on another date/what the hell they would do on said date, Miss Spencer Kelly was out and about on the streets of New York City. Manhattan, to be exact. Lower East Side. It was just a little past eight at night and Spencer was...very much not sober. Now, now, she wouldn't say she was drunk per se, but let's just say that she wasn't totally not under the influence of alcohol. You following?

» Now Miss Kelly wasn't not sober for lack of trying. She'd told herself not to drink the remainder of her Captain Morgan. She'd told herself tonight was not the night to play Captain Jack Sparrow. She'd even told Logan (or maybe it was Devin; she really didn't remember) to hide the alcohol for her, in case she made a lunge for it. Whoever it was she'd told, they certainly hadn't listened to her because that rum had been so terribly easy to find, in the same spot that she remembered leaving it. And with an almost animalistic groan, Spencer had lunged for that bottle like nobody's business when nobody else had been around and she had downed it all in a matter of minutes.

» Why, Spencer, why? you might ask. Hell; she doesn't know. She was bored. She was alone. She kind of wanted to call Brad, but she still hadn't figured out how to ask him out again and she wasn't going to talk to him until she did. But it was hard. She wasn't like other girls who'd been on dates or even understood the basic concept of one. Spencer Kelly was abso-positively-lutely stupid when it came to dating. Everything related back to sex for her and even though she'd told Ara she was maturing last night--which she was--she still had her doubts and insecurities about whether or not she was truly ready for a personal challenge like this.

» On top of everything, it was still the mother fucking month of mother fucking May and her father's birthday was right around the corner, looming over her like a black cloud. Spencer had visions of blacking out, of drinking until she couldn't see straight, of getting in trouble with the cops, of ambulances, of crying, crying, crying... She sighed; it was the same thing every year. Every year since her freshman year, at least. She'd gotten her stomach pumped both last year and the year before that on the anniversary of her father's birthday and ironically enough, her father had always been the one to rush to her side and rescue her from herself. As much as Spencer didn't want the same thing to happen again (or for anyone to find out about this history), she couldn't shake the feeling that it would happen again this year--and possibly be even worse. Maybe the third time would be the charm...

» Whatever. That didn't matter. She still had until the twenty-second. Spencer laughed to herself; it felt kind of like saying she had eleven days to live. Her laugh caught the attention of several people on the street, but Spencer just snorted and ignored them. They were New Yorkers; they didn't give a shit about her normally, why would they give a shit about her drunk? "Oh, 'cause I'm a minor," Spencer mocked, tossing her hands in the air. Her words slurred but she either didn't notice or didn't care as she continued hobbling down the street. She didn't even know where she was, really. She was familiar with most parts of New York City and she knew she was in the Lower East Side, but she most certainly would not be able to give you directions to anywhere nearby.

» But it was okay. She was having trouble finding her way around too. You aren't alone, lost, wandering tourist. Spencer's world was spinning and she couldn't even remember why she'd so stupidly chosen to leave Eisley's grounds when she was in such a state (some stupid reason like "because you didn't want anyone to see you like this" popped into her head). Spencer rolled her eyes. That was stupid. Life was stupid. She was stupider. Spencer rolled her eyes again and continued stumbling forward, stopping only when a very bright light whizzed past her. Someone grabbed her arm and tugged her back hard--she almost fell down--and then there was a loud honk. Some people started tittering about her and Spencer wanted to yell at them to shut up because they were making too much noise.

» "Whoa, little lady--watch where you're going!" Spencer looked up at the guy who was still holding her forearm, trying to steady the obviously inebriated girl. He was really attractive from what she could tell. Her eyesight wasn't entirely focused... "You're hot," she mumbled as she straightened herself up. The guy--flanked on each side by two other guys, she noticed--gave her an odd look. Spencer pulled her arm out of his grip and held up her hands. "Unfortunately for you, mister, I have a boyfriend," she continued, raising an eyebrow. The guy frowned and looked at his two friends before shaking his head and walking off. Spencer nodded her head at him, as if to say good riddance, and continued on her way, deciding not to attempt to cross the street again.

She was walking down the street when she noticed a familiar mess of brown hair and a slender figure approaching her. Spencer narrowed her eyes; the boy had his head bowed, but she'd recognize those features anywhere. She waited for him to get closer to her before stepping in front of him, effectively blocking his path and she held out her hand in front of her. "Stop! Halt! By orders of the Douche Police!" Spencer told Jared Smith with the most serious expression on her face. "You are not allowed to cross this police line, sir. This is a no-douche zone. I'm going to have to see your douche license...unless you just have a jackass permit." Even drunk, Spencer still had her sense of humor.

» tagged;; jared colton smith ! » outfit;; here.
» lyrics;; don't do sadness/blue wind -- from spring awakening.
» music;; day old hate -- city and colour.
» words;; 1,024. » notes;; i love drunk spencer, haha.
» credit;; template is all mine, bby!

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