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An old school battery operated CD/radio sat on the spare bench beside her, the speakers blaring music that all seemed to melt together with the vodka & "peach orchard punch" Tropicana juice concoction in her system. It was late, but early, she had gotten off work early and still had her make up on. The sun was setting and in a bout of depression Lena Jinxx decided that five thirty in the evening was the perfect time to get wasted. A mini cooler was sitting on the ground by her feet stocked with plastic "party" cups, a few cartons of juice, and a giant jug of vodka. It was a mini party for the semi teen. Lena sat on the bench stationed at the end of the pier, her arms wrapped around her knees hugging them to her chest. Bitter and just wanting to forget everything Lena took another giant gulp of her cocktail and hoped like hell that by some miracle one drink would be enough to make her at least a little numb. All too often she came to her bench on the pier and watched the sun go down and just as often she had the cooler and CD/radio with her. This was her little place in the world, the only place she felt at rest, call it cliche but the smell of the ocean calmed her. Well that and the vodka.

The reason for tonight's little get away and the reason why she was feeling so down was her father, the prick was high again and decided to talk down to her, making her feel like a scum as usual. Then having to go to work just made things worse, sort of reinforcing what he had said, all those eyes gazing at her as did her thing on stage made her want to puke, but it was quick and easy cash. Between tips and pay day she made a little more than enough to pay the bills and support her father. It just got to her at times, mainly because of her father and partially because of the crowd that comes on weekends, those rowdy fraternity boys always pushed her buttons. It didn't help that they thought the party didn't end when she left the stage. As she was leaving Crash at the end of her shift a few of the drunk bastards decided to follow her to her car rather loudly in fact, calling cat calls and making remarks enough to make a sailor blush. Then they decided that they weren't settling for just calling from a far. Thank god Bruce was watching the front entrance, other wise things would have gone bad quickly. One look at those huge biceps and the frat boys were high tailing it.

All in all the day sucked, no men suck Lena thought quietly to her self taking another long drink from her large cup. Eyes never strayed from the sight in front of her, the sun set was beautiful even in spite of the bitter cold. There was no cold to Lena, not at that moment, all there was then was the music, the sun set, the alcohol, & the sea. The sea which practically seemed to beg her to join it in that moment. Resisting the urge to go over board, quite literally, Lena hugged her jacket closer to her body, encasing her bare legs in the warmth as she hugged tighter to her limbs and rested her head on her knees. What I need is a good party... she thought adding and a stronger beverage as more of a mental note. Going for another sip of her drink she realized the cup was empty. An arm loosened and a hand reached for the cooler top, opening it and grabbing what she knew to be the vodka. The jug did not come easily, but when it did Lena wasted no time in guzzling it. After a few moments she pulled back from the rim and winced at the warmer feeling the alcohol presented, as well as the semi foul taste. The music filled the silence as Lena attempted to let the alcohol set in, eyes toward the horizon admiring the sun set.

Mind scrolled mentally through various people who would be throwing a party on a Friday night. However as she thought she realized that the typical party throwers were either working or busy doing something else other than throwing a bash. "oh well, I'll just have my own little party" she said aloud starting to feel the vodka in her system. Another guzzle session ensued as little by little the vodka bottle got the tiniest bit lower. The thought pierced her mind of actually throwing a little party. Taking her cell phone out she began to type a text then she proceeded to send it to everyone she knew the number of announcing that there was a party at the pier...

words; eight twenty-two
note; not my best, but it should get better...
outfit; click!
music; guilty pleasure -- cobra starship