Author's Note: See the previous disclaimers so I don't have to right any. Please for my sake; makes my teen life so much easier to live thank you very much.
"Where the hell are my smokes!" Sawyer demanded, glowering down at Joe. She merely looked up, wearing sunglasses, a red halter, and hip hugger jeans. Her forehead crinkled as she bit her lip in thought.
"Nope," Joe answered, "now if you don't mind I was writing a very personal journal entry..."
"I know you have a lighter and-" the cowboy started.
"...I am only a drunk; nothing more."
She had just had the door slammed in her face by Charlie. God, why did he have to be such a bastard! Fuck that stupid band; they were only going to be one-hit wonders anyway. But then it hit her that they weren't in love anymore. Joe did something she claimed she never do in this situation...ever; she cried.
After calming down, she saw the wine bottle Charlie had bought for her twenty-first birthday. Joe drank the whole thing in a matter of minutes. Possibly hours later, she had her head in toilet for at least ten minutes.
"Then I guess you know where my booze is." Joe looked up, not showing any shock and shook her head. Sawyer heaved a frustrated sigh, muttering curses as he stalked away. Joe suddenly let a knowing smile show, letting her mind wander to the little bottles in her bag.
Please R&R!
