A/N: Well my wireless internet has died and now I have to plug my computer into the box thingy. Sigh.
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Sloane sat at the table, head in one hand, and a cup of coffee in the other. She was waiting for Britt to get ready for work, as they had the same shift. It was 5p.m. and Sloane worked at 6. She had only been working for 3 nights and she was already ready to have a meltdown and rip her hair out of her head. She didn't like serving drunken men, and she hated hearing them scream and shout when the football game was on. Sloane let her head fall to the table and sighed loudly. Britt came into the kitchen.
"Well, if you had gone to bed when you got home you wouldn't be so tired," Britt said. Sloane gave her an accusing expression.
"Yes. But you insisted that I stay up and watch that stupid movie..." Sloane said.
"You listen here: The Breakfast Club is a great movie," Britt said, "But anyway. Go get ready, we have to leave," Britt went down the hall, and Sloane stayed in her seat. She was leaning over the table. Fabienne came into the room.
"Wow, you make a good zombie!" Fabienne said, "Say, how would you like to become an actress?"
"Not in the mood right now, kid," said Sloane. She took a sip of her coffee. Fabienne cocked her head.
"What's your problem?"
"You god-forsaken kids are part of the reason I'm so tired. You could keep it down for like, y'know, just one night," Sloane said. Fabienne smiled evilly. Sloane stared at the table, and said, "If it's not one thing, it's the other. If your music isn't blaring, your either screaming at each other a bunch of nonsense, or having sex. Hey, shouldn't you at least wait until you're an adult?" Fabienne shrugged.
"Uhm... Can we not have this conversation?" Fabienne asked, blushing.
"Can you keep it down next time?"
"Can you shut the hell up?"
"No, but neither can you!"
"Can so!"
"SHUT UP!" Kyra screamed as she entered the room, "You two are worse than me,"
"Sorry," Fabienne and Sloane said. Sloane stood up, reached into her pocket, and pulled out a lighter. Kyra eyed it. She thought for a moment.
"Oh my god," she said. Sloane turned around and hid the small object. Kyra grabbed onto Sloane's arm and pulled the lighter and a cigarette out of her hand. "What the hell? I thought you quit!" Kyra said, angry. Sloane sighed and turned her head, ashamed of herself.
"I did," Sloane said, "But I'm really stressed from my job. This would be the first one in 3 years." Sloane looked like she was going to cry. Kyra looked pissed off.
"Just because things are rough, doesn't mean you have to kill yourself," Kyra said.
"Oh, you'd know a lot about that," Sloane said, and pointed to Kyra's arm. Kyra pulled her arm back. She gritted her teeth.
"I was younger. Less mature. I'm older now; I know what is right and wrong!" Kyra said, "And smoking is wrong!"
"Don't knock it until you've tried it!" Sloane exclaimed. Kyra groaned and put her hand on her head.
"You want me to try it?" Kyra said, "And then I can tell you how bad it is? Wouldn't that make me a hypocrite?" Kyra lit the cigarette.
"You won't," Sloane said, "You're too weak,"
"Try me," Kyra said, smirking. She brought it to her mouth... Only to feel Sloane's hand smack hers. The cigarette fell to the ground, Kyra held her own hand, and Sloane looked angrily at Kyra. "You're a hypocrite," Kyra said, and walked toward her room. Fabienne followed. Sloane picked up the cigarette and put it out, and then tossed it in the garbage. Sloane sighed.
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In Kyra's bedroom, Kyra held on to Fabienne for life. "I wasn't going to inhale," Kyra said, "I didn't even get it to my mouth, and she smacked it out of my hand."
"Your sister doesn't want you to make her mistakes. We both know that you would never smoke," Fabienne said, leaning into Kyra's shoulder.
"Yeah, I think it's disgusting. Unfortunately Sloane has an addiction. She managed to go 3 years and now she wants to ruin her lungs just because she's a bit stressed. I don't understand that," Kyra said sadly. There was a knock at the door. Kyra stood up and opened it, to reveal a sad-looking Sloane standing there. She was holding out a pack of cigarettes.
"I wanted to give you these. Destroy them," she said, "I'm sorry if I made you mad," Kyra took the pack of cigarettes. She pushed past Sloane, and brought them to the bathroom. She put each on in the toilet, then flushed it. Sloane smiled weakly. She went to give Kyra a hug, but Kyra walked past her and slammed her bedroom door.
"Maybe you should at least tell her you aren't mad at her," Fabienne said. Kyra fell back on the bed and yawned.
"No, because I'd be lying," Kyra said.
"Come on. She's your sister," Fabienne said, "I know she makes you mad sometimes, but you still love her, right?"
"Duh," Kyra said. She stood up and stretched. "Fine, I'll go say something," she said. She left the room and approached her sister. Sloane looked at her.
"Do you still hate me?" Sloane asked. Kyra shook her head. She hugged her sister and mumbled a quick 'I love you,' and went back to her room. She lay beside Fabienne and wrapped her arms around her. Fabienne kissed her.
"I have a show later," Kyra said. Fabienne smiled.
"Where?"
"Sloane's work. Impulse bar. I'm going to have to sneak you in," Kyra said.
"I guess so, if it's a bar,"
"My show is at 8. You have time to waste from now until then," Kyra said, smiling. Fabienne loved it when Kyra smiled. She had the most beautiful smile Fabienne had ever seen.
Kyra got up and locked the bedroom door. "Why are you locking the door?" Fabienne asked. Kyra shrugged and unlocked it. "It's not like they'd walk in on us. They're leaving for work soon," Fabienne explained. Kyra laughed at herself.
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"Thank you, everyone!" Kyra screamed into the microphone. "Have a great night," she said. She placed the microphone back on its stand. She had just finished singing 'Wanted Dead or Alive', by Bon Jovi, and got a very positive response from the audience. She jumped off the stage and grabbed Fabienne by the hand. The two went up to the counter. Britt looked at them. "What can I get ya, little lady?" Britt asked, "2 sodas?"
"Haha, very funny," Kyra said sarcastically.
"Well Fabi's not old enough for booze, and you won't drink in front of Fabienne, so..." Britt said. Kyra and Fabienne smiled.
"Oh man, I can't wait until you turn 18. There are so many places I'm going to bring you," Kyra said.
"Oh? Like?"
"Bars, sex shops, late-night bowling," Kyra said proudly.
"I don't go for drinking, but I'd go and watch you get drunk," Fabienne said. Kyra laughed.
"I wouldn't drink in front of you. Besides that, drinking is lame. People can have just as much fun sober," Kyra said. She turned to see Britt laughing.
"Oh you're fucking hilarious!" Britt said, laughing hysterically, "Drinking is fun. It's so much more fun than being sober!"
"Yeah, you act like an idiot, and you puke your guts up in the morning! What's more fun than that?" Kyra said. Fabienne laughed.
"Well, you don't have to drink," Britt said, "But I'm going to make you a Cosmo right now, just in case."
"Don't bother," Kyra said. Britt started mixing the drink and handed it to Kyra. Kyra looked at her.
"Listen, sunshine, you do know that I'm the designated driver, right?" Kyra asked.
"Give it to Fabi, then," Britt said. Kyra handed Fabienne the drink.
"Oh, Kyra, you're a horrible person. Shame on you... Giving a 16-year-old girl booze," Sloane said, as she passed by.
"Keep it down!" Kyra said, referring to the fact that they had to sneak Fabienne into the bar. Fabienne placed the drink back on the counter. Britt sighed.
"Aw, now who's going to drink this?" Britt asked.
"Don't know, don't care," Kyra said.
"You two are so... So... Scared of drinking! Well you're both getting smashed at your wedding, let me tell ya!" Britt said.
Fabienne and Kyra both agreed, but neither of them thought they'd actually do it.
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A/N: See? This is what happens when I get 7 hours of sleep within 48 hours.