Thread: Spiraling Downwards {Tyr and Lovely}

C'mon, Jackie! We're going to be late if you don't hurry the hell up! Hold on, Izzy! Jesus, man, how long does it take you to get ready for a damn party? Who are you trying to impress? Izzy rolled her eyes as she settled into the passenger seat of her best friend - Jackie's car. Jackie made no retort to Izzy statement, and simply shifted the car into drive and sped down Izzy's street. The party was in a secluded area, just on the outskirts of town - and there had been promises of alcohol, drugs, boys, and girls. And plenty of all of the above. Izzy was excited, it was two months until her eighteenth birthday, finally she'd be legal to buy her own cigarettes. Oi! Jack! Slow the fuck down, dude. I can't load a bowl when you're taking curves at ninety miles an hour. Jackie groaned, but eased up on the gas pedal in order to allow Izzy to finish filling the bowl of her most prized possession. It was rare to see Izzy sober these days, ever since junior year in high school her new best friend had been MaryJane and her little glass pipe. Jackie sort of blamed herself for it, she was the one who got Izzy hooked on the weed, but she didn't think the girl would smoke as much as she did. The sound of a lighter echoed in the car, followed by a deep inhale. Moments passed before Izzy exhaled, her eyes closed with sheer pleasure. Nothing like getting 'effed up before the party. She giggled, her giggle quickly followed by a cough as she passed the pipe to Jackie and took the steering wheel in her left hand so Jackie could take a hit. Their destination wasn't too far off from where they were currently at, and once the pipe was back in her hands, Izzy took in a deep inhale and waited. It would hit her soon enough, and once it did, she'd exhale. The trip to the party house was hardly ten minutes, if that. And by the time they arrived and found a place to park without being in the way, Izzy was hitting her high. After a few drops of visine, she was ready to party. Before exiting the car, she tucked her pipe into her skirt pocket, checked her eye shadow in the visor mirror, and readjusted her hair. By the time she was just finishing up moving a teal streak back to the front where it belonged, and not mixed in with the black that was the rest of her neck-length hair, Jackie was banging on the window. I'm coming, damn. Throwing open the car door, she jumped out, her dark pink chucks hitting the sidewalk with a thud. She was actually matching today, a rare sight indeed. She wore a black tee shirt that clung to her small-curve lacking torso, and a pair of black jeans under a dark pink faux school girl skirt. Her right wrist was covered in wooden and fluorescent bracelets, her left wrist sporting a solid black peace sign tattoo she'd gotten an artist friend of her's to do illegally. Around her neck hung a large silver peace sign, and a small, dark pink bow was stuck in her teal bangs, right at the spot where the teal merged with the black. Ready to rock this joint, baby?! She called out to Jackie, grabbing her friend's hand and practically dragging her towards the house's side door. Once on the doorstep, Izzy reached forward and knocked loudly.