Hi sorry I'm so late updating, this is without a beta so go easy but I don't want you to think I've forgotten the story because I haven't and I really enjoy writing this.
I don't want to drink my whiskey like you do
I don't need to spend my money but still do
Don't stop now, come on
Another drop now, come on
I wanna lot now, so come on
That's right, that's right
I said mama but were all crazee now
I said mama but were all crazee now
I said mama but were all crazee now
You told me, fool fire water won't hurt me
You tease me, and everybody deserts me
Don't stop now, come on
Another drop now, come on
I wanna lot now, so come on
That's right, that's right
The Runaways- Mama were all crazee now.
It was a couple of days after the poker party and Tara once again found herself at Bucks, after being dragged there by Tim.
Tara woke up finding herself in a strange bed with yellow sheets that probably had never been washed and the sound of Tim snoring; the night before re-entered itself into her memory and anger fueled her veins. Tim had gotten extremely drunk after getting into a fight with his step-dad; soon becoming violent, creating embarrassing scenes and insulting anyone in his line of sight. With the help of Buck-who didn't want the cops called if Tim started a fight after the cowboy incident days before, they had dragged him into one of the rooms upstairs, where he promptly passed out. Unfortunately for Tara Tim was her ride home although Sylvia and Dru were around, Tara hadn't been on friendly terms with them for awhile; with a defeatist sigh she had taken of her high heels and layed down beside Tim. Reliving in her mind her first experience at Bucks, halfway through the night Tim decided he wanted some attention.
Shaking herself out of her daydream, Tara grabbed her heels and started towards the bathroom. The one bulb that lit the dingy hallway was flickering, which didn't help the hangover Tara possessed due to the previous evenings events. Bucks' bathroom was more unsanitary than the Dingo's, looking into the mirror her panda eyes were apparent and she started the process of first aid on her makeup sadly the patient was to far gone to salvage. Makeup gone. Tara felt naked. Falling down onto the floor she buried her face in her hands, the door swung open and someone mumbled an apology, she looked up into the face of the cute guy from the poker night, Tara gave a weak smile.
He looked at her for a long time
'You look nice without face paint' with that he was gone.
Placing her hands against the wall for support Tara made it back to the room, Tim was up settling his headache with a cancer stick.
'Going for the Mary-Sue look again' he took a drag on his cigarette
'I see you've got the embarrassing drinker down.' A small smile appeared on Tara's lips.
Next second she was pinned against the wall staring into the cold blue eyes of a hood.
' I'd be very careful doll, there are plenty of other broads who can satisfy me like you do' grabbing his jacket Tim stormed out the room banging the door behind him, the noise made Tara hold her aching heads in her hands, the only conciliation being that it would have hurt his hangover more.
Joey was reading a book in his room at Bucks'-a halfway stop before he could find more permanent and hospitable living space- when the usually peaceful morning of hangover recuperation, was interrupted by yelling from a couple in the next room and his mood sank remembering the arguments from a childhood spent huddled into the corner of his room, the fights getting worse the older he got, many greasers understood early on that it wasn't only doors that got banged. Grabbing his DX shirt and cap he headed out, the neighboring door was slightly ajar, revealing a towheaded greaser standing over the blonde girl he met at Bucks'
'Trouble in paradise little girl' the towhead taunted before breaking into laughter and dropping his half smoked cigarette into the girls lap.
Joey never understood why girls li let themselves get pushed around he'd seen happen first hand with first with his mother and then his sisters.
The thought followed him on his walk to work; the DX came into view with the normal sight of fawning girls surrounding Sodapop, who waved cheerily to Joey; Joey like the guy, he lived life in a complete sense of happiness a complete contrast from his best friend Steve who was momentarily sulking after an argument with Evie, who lived life in a sense of pissed of gloom. The day followed the monotonous events of any day at the DX; the graveyard shift was in full swing, with Sodapop aimlessly flicking through a car magazine while Joey and Steve worked on cars.
'Hey Soda do you know Tim's girl.' Joey asked from underneath at T-Bird.
'I do' another voice answered, pushing himself from beneath the Ford, Joey looked up to see the towheaded boy leaning against the hood of the car.
'She used to live up in New York, though the way she acts you could never tell. Tara's her name, a few months ago she was a wannabe soc before Sylvia the two timing…'
'She cheat on you again Dal' Steve interjected
'Yeah it's cool, I was fooling around with that Beth Ford anyhow. Yeah well Sylvia and her pal Dru performed a makeover on your Tara, in line with a revenge scheme on poor old Tim, only now their not to happy since the broads fallen in love with him.
'New York….you sure' Joey question 'Um well Tara-thanks-see you tomorrow' Joey managed to choke out before running out of the garage.
'For an alright broad, she sure has the guys after her, God know what Tim wants, yesterday I said a slide remark about Tara and he busted two of my ribs.' remarked Dal.
I said mama but were all crazee now
I said mama but were all crazee now
I said mama but were all crazee now
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