"Ugg! I can't believe he did that!" a brunette cried into her bed at the new aftermath location. Her boyfriend…ex-boyfriend had just voted her off the game for a million dollars. She would not have this. No, she need to show him that she was more fun then he. Prove that she wasn't as uptight as everyone thought of her.

"Courtney? We're off camera today and tomorrow. Chris declared it free time for us!" Geoff called from the doorway.

"Wait? We're off today? So I can go out now if I want to?" she asked,

"Yeah, but I never really thought that you were the type to go out. But have fun, dudette!" he grinned as he left the room.

So I can do whatever I want…

…

"Ma'am, I don't think your old enough to enter this bar," the bartender noted as Courtney tried to sit at a stool.

"Don't you know who I am? You shouldn't have to see my ID!" She said in such a snobby manner, and her newly bought mini-dress tried to complement her by giving her an extra year or two in her age.

"If the police ask, you didn't get this from me," he mumbled as he poured some liquor into a small keg that he slid over to her.

"We'll see!" she raised an eyebrow as she felt another lawsuit coming on later.

The first jug she had gotten, she chugged. By just the very slight tingle that filled her body as the liquid slid down her throat, she knew she'd be here all night.

"May I buy you a beer?," a man on the other side of her winked at her. His shaggy blonde hair was messed up, and wore a simple black shirt with old worn jeans. He looked to be rather young, maybe 20.

"Yes you may," she said snobbish, as if that tone of voice would make her sound older then the underage 16. She smiled at the free drinks. "So, what do you do?"

"Me? I'm a drummer for this kinda garage band," the man tried to say all cool like.

"Oh," she tried to act like she was impressed, but it was really quiet the contrary. She waited for him to say something else, but he never did. The two remained quiet for the rest of the night.

She drank until late. Her tab was paid as she wobbled outside of the small city that was very close to the film lot. She crossed the street and bumped into something.

"OW!" she screamed, also with a bunch of swears. "Watch were your going!" she stood up with her eyesight growing slightly blurred.

"Courtney? You don't look so good. I'll take you back to the camp," a voice sighed.

"Eva?" Courtney wondered.

"Yeah, now come on, Drunkie," Eva mumbled as she tried to drag Courtney back.

"Lay off, Rageaholic!" Courtney tried to push her away.

"Whatever," she mumbled and tried to walk away. She really didn't want to take Courtney back in the first place, but if she didn't want to, that'd be fine with her!

"Don't leave!" Courtney cried out. Her mind was confused thanks to the booze. She ran over to stop Eva from going, but pushed her to the ground as she tripped oh her own legs.

The two girls screamed as they hit the ground.

"Don't kill me!" Courtney tried to block herself from any attacks Eva might do to her.

"I won't! Just chill out!" Eva shouted, then turned herself and walked the other way again.

"No one tells me to chill!" Courtney shouted and ran after her yet again. This time, she tackled her on purpose and started to hit her.

With Eva being one of the most strongest girls, and Courtney being drunk, the attacks didn't hurt. At all.

"Get off of me, Princess!" Eva mocked Duncan's voice as she threw the prep off of her.

"Hey! Your not Duncan!" she shouted as she ran off. The drunk thoughts in her mind made her both feel and act weird.

"No duh," Eva said under her breath as she watched Courtney run off.

"I feel so free I can sing!" she laughed as she ran to the studio without a single thought of what she had just talked about or with whom. She was on the film-studio land when she noticed a tool-shack looking building. She opened it, revealing a big room with a bunch of bags.

"It's like all of our stuff!" she laughed. She wasn't like herself, but then again, when you do chug a couple kegs of beer, who would be?

She through her hands into all the different bags and looked through the possessions. She was just having fun putting on Heather's jewelry when she noticed a black and green bag that called her name from across the room.

"It's Dunkies baggy!" she smiled as she fished out some of his worn out skull shirts. She felt everything in it, and glowed with happiness when her mocha fingers touched one special item. "It's a picture frame!"

Courtney looked over the picture, it was just a simple one of Duncan and Gwen hanging out. He gave her bunny ears as she faked to barf.

"Let's see how you like this, traitors!" she shouted and slammed the picture on the ground. She searched for a hard object -a lamp- and started to hit it with all her force to break the picture. She was just having fun when she a noticed a small cut on her palm with a small layer of blood coming out of it.

If it was either the booze or the blood, she had passed out.

"Courtney! We were looking all over for you!" Bridgette cried out as she found Courtney sleeping on the floor of the storage shed.

"Oh! Please don't shout," she whined, her hangover wasn't being too nice.

"Everyone has been worried sick about you! You have a lot of explaining to do," Bridgette tried to help her up. "Is that beer I smell on you?"

"Yeah, I got drunk last night," she managed to confess.

"Chris is going to be so mad!"

"So what?" Courtney mocked. She didn't care what any one thought right now.

She just proved that even the most uptight of the players could have more then you'd imagine.

Wow. This didn't deal with the song lyrics like I wanted to, but I think it'll do the job.

Song Used: So What

By: P!nk