Thread: My shitty friends and their stupid psychic parties (SomethingEsoteric, YellowSmoke

Brooklyn just smirked and tilted her head to the side when told Treya was glad she was warming up, a few drinks could have that effect on her but she supposed it was true Treya was growing on her, this version of her at least, Brooke was plenty okay with that. Brooke wasnt hateful or withdrawn by nature it just seemed so many people planted those seeds in the verdant soil that was her mind. She didnt like being in a constant state of bitters and busted heart confessionals in staring in the mirror, she didnt like storming away from people or brushing them off, she didnt like being so unapproachable and with it not approached but what could she do exactly? Having a few drinks to warm up to people seemed her easiest out, after all she didnt know how to change, if Jack the most oppressive, passive-aggressive, debilitating force of nature she knew shy of disastrous tornado and quakes couldnt change her how in the hell did she have any hope of changing herself? it was a bit of a disgusting thing to admit to herself, when she fancied herself on the upper-end of social drinkers, that alcohol had more power to make her socially acceptable than anyone she knew herself included. This wasnt about her drinking though, this was about a beautiful woman giving her attention and enjoying attentions given. She just smiled and nodded in response, relinquishing an agreement, yeah, it was nice she was warming up and nice to be warmed up to herself she didnt feel like she was getting spat on now in fact, the whole reading was a million miles away, regardless of her drinking, regardless of her libido, regardless of the urges inside to show Jacquelyn by hurting herself none of it matter she just legitimately wanted to be near this woman, be in her presence, it felt a gift one hard to give up, hard to admit to, but yeah, she really was enjoying this all. Wry she tilted her head forward and looked her in the eye Oh, is that so? of course Treya hadnt meant pleasure in the conventional, societal presumptions that were easily attached to the word but she was still plenty pleased as peach to jump on the opportunity to single it out single in on the innuendo it proposed. Youll have to show me what thats like sometime. since all I got is spit, right? Out in the chilly air, she was oblivious entirely to the young woman staring them down or her dejected flick of her cigarette butt she was oblivious to just about everything but the woman before her even when little wisps of wind carrying little flecks of precipitation the purple lights caught, made glimmer like so many particals of diamond dust floating about them just as they caught Maitreyas radiance and amplified it with such injustice to every other creature that feigned beauty on the crestfallen village district street, there they were, crystalized in time staring one and other in the face through a plume of smoke, looking like lovers, foresight only available to one party and outsiders on looking. Brooklyn scrunched her nose then let out the most self-depreciating of one note chuckles, the sort that could breaks hearts if they could ever understand the happenstance of sardonicism behind, the second note directed at Maitreya with only the most endearing of intentions in mind she could never be hardly so cruel to others as she was so easily to herself. You should be a know-it-all less often, She responded with a little more levity in her tone than Maitreya had, though it was clear she was very much touched, very much affected by the affections in her words how they werent just pulled from her ass or pulled from every sappy romantic comedy and fresh off the lips of one thousand and one puppy love stabs at saying the right thing at the right time Treya had meant what she said and taken the time to decide if shed say it. Dont get me wrong, the air of confidence and experience around you is sexy just like anger can be but theres really something about mindless college chicks that gets me hot. She grinned dangerously, clearly joking as she took drag from her smoke and twirled it between her fingers giving a few seconds pause before releasing the gout of smoke from her lungs. She leaned in close and placed her hand on Maitreyas hip one last draw before she flicked her smoke prematurely and blew it away from the tarot card reader shed hated not so long ago. Cmon doll, say something stupid. Puckering her lips and kissing the air, putting on some sort of joking persona like a high school football hero or equally cocky ass, clearly she was having fun and thats what this was all about. She couldnt take compliments like most people, had to walk away from them with bullshit of this variety but at least she didnt sneer and shove them away, at least she kept the dance going staggered step by staggered step.