drunken nights in new york city., open!

Looking down at the empty glass in her hand, Kiyoko frowned, causing small creases in her forehead to appear, which was something that only happened when she was really pondering something; why was her glass empty?! She had just filled it up... Or had she? No, she had. She distinctly remembered doing it. Although with the state she was in, it could have very well been one of the six other times she had poured herself some alcohol, that she was thinking of. But none of this occurred to Kiyoko because she was to busy staring at her glass, an almost sad expression on her face. She just couldn’t understand why she was holding a glass, in her perfectly manicure hand, that completely empty. Setting the glass down on the redwood coffee table in front of her knees, Kiyoko slowly stood up using her hands and the couch to keep her body from spinning out of control. She needed more alcohol god dammit and of course someone to blame for the disappearance of her alcohol! The first would be easy to accomplish of course since she had a fully stocked liquor cabinet only a few feet away from where she was currently standing. The latter task however would be a tad more difficult to complete since she was in fact the only one in her Upper East Side penthouse and you couldn’t exactly blame a shadow for drinking your alcohol, now could you?

“Alcohol, come to me...” She slurred softly, wobbling over to the large glass cabinet, her fingers itching to get a hold of some beautiful, soothing, fun liquor. Opening the heavy cabinet door with one hand, Kiyoko began moving around half empty bottles of liquor, trying to find something that would not only make her forget all her troubles but would also make her feel as free as a bird. Finally after a few, blurry eyed minutes of searching, Kiyoko’s hand landed on a bottle of Arrique de Ponciano Porfidio Tequila. Perfect. Grabbing the bottle by the neck, Kiyoko made her way back to the couch, only sitting down once she had carefully placed the bottle on the table, next to her empty glass. Unscrewing the top of the tequila Kiyoko poured two shots worth of it into her glass and set it back down. Then picking up the glass she threw her head back pouring the spirit down her throat. Her face cringed for a few seconds as the fiery liquid made it from her mouth and into her throat. Once the shock of hard liquor was gone, she licked her lips, smiling. God, she loved Tequila. It gave her a drunk that was so amazing. Some people couldn’t handle it, but she certainly could. But that was only because she was practically an alcoholic. She drank almost every night, not caring if she was alone or with a group of people. She felt great when she drank and it helped that she never got hangovers.

Leaning back against the couch, Kiyoko closed her eyes which instantly caused the room to start spinning madly around her. Woooooo it felt fun. And then out of no where the urge to go and do something fun hit her like a brick wall. Brown eyes snapping open Kiyoko jumped up from the couch, only to fall back down onto it and then roll off of it. “Fuckkk.” She shouted, laughing as she lifted herself up off of the floor. As she regained her balance she tried to think of something to do. Nothing came to mind however but perhaps she would find something on her travels? Grabbing her coat and purse which were draped across the back of the couch, Kiyoko walked over to the elevator door, rapidly pushing the down button as she tried to put her jacket on and make sure her shoes were properly tied. Fuck, why didn’t she have a maid or servant to do this for her? She would have to tell Andrew that she wanted one of those people the next time she spoke with him.

Finally the elevator door opened, revealing a shiny cushioned interior. Getting into it, Kiyoko pushed the glowing square button that would take her to the main level and out onto the street. As she waited, impatiently tapping her right foot against the ground the entire ride down, Kiyoko flipped open her phone - interested to see if anyone had texted her while she had been away on happy hour. Yes, there were a dozen messages, but as she scrolled down the list of texts no one in particular caught her eye, so she shut her phone and tossed it back into her purse.

Before she knew it Kiyoko was in the middle of Time Square, her eyes caught on a sparkling display of lights. She had become fond of coming here just as the sun was setting. Still drunk out of her mind, Kiyoko walked slowly, trying to act slightly sober as to not attract the attention of the police or creepy hobos. She only made it a few feet when she felt her shoulder go against someone else’s and then her body loose balance. This was going to hurt she thought as she felt herself falling to the ground. Fuck the moron who had run into her!

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Miss Kiyoko is wearing: this lovely outfit
She is currently: Drunk out of her mind and looking for a good time!

vivian was in a terrible mood. dressed down in the cold as shit weather, she'd been waiting almost an hour for her father to show up. he was supposed to be here by now, wasn't he? she checked her watch again. jesus christ. she could have been in some lofty club right now, drinking till she couldn't see straight, and here she was standing in the center of times square with a thousand or so tourists walking around, snapping photos. she didn't understand peoples obsession with NY. she could list almost a thousand places off the top of her head that would be exponentially better then new york. california for one. maybe hawaii. she had yet to venture out to any island that wasn't its own continent. when - and if - her father showed up she was going to ask for a couple of plane tickets to hawaii. maybe that would do her some good. she could fake a sick from school. and get away from NY for a little while. god damn she needed a break from this city. she light a cigarette and shoved the pack back into her shorts pocket. ten minuets, twenty, twenty five... she was already on her sixth cigarette by the time she decided to give up. she wasn't going to call him, give him the satisfaction of knowing that he ruined her entire night - but god did she wants him dead right now. she didn't know weather it was the tourists or just new york in general but something smelt foul. she shouldn't be here anyways, she reasoned with herself, trying to get to a decent place to hail a cab. people. people people. she'd never been a people person - and she wasn't about to sta- "ow!" she screamed, as someone ran into her hard. her shoulder was going to bruise, no doubt about it. "hey, bitch. watch where the fuck you're going next time? you almost ripped my shirt." she called, massaging her shoulder. just another great reason to stay away from the square. sometimes she wondered if places with a plethora of tourists were worse then the ghetto. right now, she'd be willing to put money on it.

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She felt her body hit the ground, her purse falling off her shoulder and landing with a loud thump beside her, and her hands sliding against the hard pavement - tearing the skin and bruising the heel of her hand. If she hadn’t been so drunk, Kiyoko would have felt the pain like a sharp knife, but since she was pretty far from being sober she barely felt anything, only a slight tingling in her arms and legs. So instead the should-have-been-pain manifested itself into her quickly grabbing her purse, springing up off the ground, a look of ease on her face. Dusting her butt off and adjusting her purse on her shoulder, Kiyoko looked at the person who had bumped into her. The girl was rather beautiful, Kiyoko had to give her that, but she was acting like she was the shit, which was something that practically made Kiyoko’s blood boil. She hated these New York bitches who acted like they were all then, even if they weren’t. Who gave a fuck if your daddy owned a few small companies or ran a record label in spare time. What really mattered was how you handled yourself and your city, both of which this girl was doing a terrible job at accomplishing.

Cocking her head to one side as she listened to girl bitched at her, a small smirk playing on her lips, Kiyoko couldn’t believe this girl. Was she really complaining that much? Even Kiyoko wouldn’t have been as bad, and that was saying a lot, since she was usually the least understanding person on the planet.

Raising a hand in the air, just as the girl was finishing up her rant, as if to silence her, Kiyoko raised her eyebrow and smiled warmly. “Maybe you should watch where you are going next time,” She replied calmly - as per usual, her words sounding completely normal even despite the amount of alcohol she had consumed. “And to be completely honest it probably wouldn’t be a bad thing if I had ripped your shirt... It might make it look a little less... Uh, what’s the word? Oh yes, like a Walmart shirt and more like something worth owning.” After finishing her sentence she slowly looked at the girl from head to toe, pretending to critique her look as she went along, even though in her head Kiyoko was really just thinking about getting a hot chocolate on the way home.

Finally finishing her false look over, Kiyoko smiled at the girl sweetly, as if the brunette had not just cursed at her and knocked her over. The thing with girls like this was you couldn’t play into their little bitch games, because if you did then you might as well just bow down before them and call them your queen. Instead you had to keep your cool and undermine their every move... Oh the things you learn from being a former Queen Bee.

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Miss Kiyoko is wearing: this lovely outfit
She is currently: Oh oh! Two bitches in Times Square. Just what NY needs.

where the fuck did this ugly asian bitch think she was? this was definitely not chinatown, and vivian was not one of those rich rich girls that was too scared to throw a punch in fear of breaking a nail. vivian was dying to sink her fist into the ugly bitch's head, so much so that her curled fist ached, and her nails bit into the soft flesh of her palm. "there's a difference between designer and walmart. i highly doubt that walmart carries $1000 shirts, dollface." she said through her teeth. all of her anger at her father and this ugly chinatown girl was about to come pouring out if she didn't zip those perfectly glossed lips. her teeth bit into her cheek, hard. jesus fucking christ, what was she doing trying to explain herself and her clothes to a complete stranger? and how come the other girls eyes made vivian's stomach jump a little bit. she would probably be intimidating, if it wasn't for the way she looked around sloppily. vivian could pinpoint the smell now. it wasn't new york - or tourist - it was distinguished tequila mixed with something salty. and it was coming from the girl in front of her. she'd probably been drinking out with friends, vivian assumed, crossing her arms in front of her like that would protect the girl from noticing any flaws. she probably had some gorgeous guy at the bar offer to buy her a drink before offering to take her back to his place. vivian wondered briefly what it would be like, to be the girl in front of her. dressed all bohemian chic and trying to look as sober as everyone else bustling around these busy streets. where was she going? to meet a couple of friends? it became painfully clear to vivian that aside from her roommates, she didn't have any friends. everyone she'd associated with had graduated last year and gone off to become the big major names they swore they would the year before. vivian didn't even know if she would get into community college, let alone an ivy league. it wasn't that she was stupid, just preoccupied. "look, fuck... do you have a cigarette?" she asked, feeling around helplessly through her pockets. "i must have left mine... um... back... t-there." god she was having one hell of a night. first being stood up by her father, and now biting back tears over a perfect stranger. next she was going to have a gun in her mouth, wasn't she? fucking pathetic, she chided herself, clearing her throat. you're so fucking pathetic.

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Through her intoxicated eyes Kiyoko saw that the brunette in front of her was slowly beginning to loose whatever sense of calm she had left in her. She also noticed the way she clenched her fists and shot daggers threw those giant brown eyes of hers. So the bitch wanted to fight her, how amusing! It would be an extremely interesting event Kiyoko noted in her head, watching that skinny little thing trying to cause any real physical damage. Giggling in her head, Kiyoko played out the fight and if her assumptions were right, she wouldn’t be the one who lost. Sure, the bitch in front of her seemed like she actually would fight Kiyoko, but lets face it, how many physical conflicts had the other brunette actually been in? She on the other hand, had been in so many fights over her life that she knew exactly where to hit a person, male or female, and how to keep her own face from getting smashed in... But then again with the amount of alcohol running through her system, that stupid bitch may have actually stood a pretty good chance of winning.

Lost in her own little world, Kiyoko only caught the last part of the girls sentence, something about her shirt being worth one thousand dollars. This statement caused Kiyoko to smirk, because although she knew it was probably true - judging by the rest of the girls wardrobe, it was funny that the girl felt the need to defend herself. If Kiyoko had been in her place, she would have simply told the person to fuck off and have a nice day. “Mhm... Thats nice. Oh and don’t call me doll-face. Its rather rude if you ask me, especially since we just met.” Kiyoko replied, her eyes becoming a bit smaller with annoyance. If there was one thing in the world Kiyoko hated more than Andrew it was when people she barely knew or greatly disliked, gave her nicknames. It felt far too personal to Kiyoko, even if the nickname was used to mock rather than to signify some sort of emotional connection. “But yes I do have some cigarettes, not that I really want to give you any ,” Kiyoko declared, her words slurring a bit towards the end of the sentence. “You need to learn some manners. Hell, I’m as drunk as fuck and I still have more courtesy than you.” Yes she admitted to being drunk, but who really cared?

Drawing her attention off of the lights located directly behind the girl and back to her face “ugly” face, Kiyoko noticed a look of helplessness spread across it, and for a second she nearly felt bad for the girl. Why? Because for some reason the girl reminded her a lot of herself... So reaching into her purse, Kiyoko dug threw it until she found a cigarette and a fancy ivory lighter. Handing it to the girl, Kiyoko shrugged and said, “Here. Even though I don’t think you deserve one, you look pathetic, maybe this will make your night better.” Yes, she had just called the girl pathetic, but Kiyoko had never been known for not saying what was on her mind, especially when she was drunk. She was blunt and she was honest, hopefully the girl could handle it. cool and undermine their every move... Oh the things you learn from being a former Queen Bee.

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Miss Kiyoko is wearing: this lovely outfit
She is currently: Oh oh! Two bitches in Times Square. Just what NY needs.

vivian took the cigarette and the lighter gratefully,before taking a long drag and handing the lighter back. "look, i'm sorry. i'm not usually... no, i am usually. just not to... unless i'm in school i mean. i'm just, um, having one hell of a night." she finished, taking another long drag before tilting her head up. the girl was right - she was acting like she had no manners. she was acting like she was one of the million dollar babies that watched too many action movies for their sheltered little heads and then pretended they were their idols to random strangers, for some sort of excitement in their lives. excitement was the last thing vivian needed tonight. "thank you. for the cigarette." and the wake up call. she wanted to ask the girl where she got her jacket, if she wanted to get a drink. how old was this girl anyways? vivian scrutinized her clandestinely, big eyelashes hiding prying eyes. she wasn't as ugly as vivian's anger had led her to believe. she was actually really pretty, with a golden sort of glow on her light creamy skin. you didn't get tans like that in new york, and especially not in tanning booths. "you're not from around here are you? i'm vivian solis." she hesitated before adding anything else. the girl looked angry still, and a little more sober then she had a second ago but vivian would put money on the fact that the girl still hated her - or at least wanted to do some serious damage - but both of her friends were out of town and the girls she went to school with were far too uninteresting for her to call and ask to spend some time with. this girl from out of town looked interesting, and as stuck up and bitchy as vivian could be - sometimes she liked pretending to be someone else. to this girl she could be a pathetic ... pathetic? 'did you just call me pathetic?" she snapped, angry and sad all over again. hopeful went out the window. she wasn't going to ask this girl she hardly knew to spend time with her if said girl thought she was pathetic. sad, miserable, and stupid - okay. but vivian solis was far from pathetic. even in her cheapest clothes. "look i'm just having like... the shittest day imaginable, okay? the only people i could actually consider friends left for cabo today because they're bored of NYC and my dad was supposed to meet me here because i haven't seen him since march, but as fucking usual he stood me up and then i get all from the projects hostile on you, and you're just some poor lost little asian tourist and you don't need me being a bitch to you and now here i am crying, and its more because no one remembered that today was my mother's birthday. fuck." she wiped her eyes quickly and flashed a smile before taking a final drag of her cigarette and tossing it onto the floor. "fuck. i'm sorry. you can go, ahaha. god, what was wrong with her?

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Kiyoko allowed the brunette to take the cigarette and lighter from her outstretched palm, watching her with mild interest as she immediately lit it up. She must really be having a horrible day to take a cigaret and lighter from a complete stranger, Kiyoko thought to herself as she took back the lighter and tossed it into her unzipped purse. Oh well, that was New York for you. One minute a girl could be at your throat and the next minute she could be kissing your ass. Leaning her head back, but keeping her eyes open, Kiyoko took a few deep breaths of the smoggy night air - clearing her foggy mind so that she could actually pay attention to what this girl had to say. Her eyes still locked on the blinking lights above her, Kiyoko smirked at what the girl was doing. Was she really trying to justify her actions? For all she knew Kiyoko was just some drunk little poor girl who could put on a fake attitude... But here she was treating her like she was someone important, someone who deserved the courtesy of an explanation. How sad but at the same time wonderfully delicious for her ego. Finally bringing her head back down, Kiyoko cocked her head to one side and bit her lower lip, trying to find the right words - slurring was never pretty. “You know you don’t have to justify your actions to me,” Kiyoko said slowly, tapping her right foot slowly to keep her mind attentive. “But I guess if you really want to you can. And finally some manners!” Clapping her hands together slowly - in a sarcastic manner - for five beats. Sometimes she just couldn’t help herself.

Kiyoko felt the girl eyeing her up, looking her over, judging her - but unlike the other girl Kiyoko didn’t even bat an eyelash over it. She always got those type of looks, although this one seemed a lot less hostile than most of the ones she received. Continuing to gaze in the brunette’s general vicinity, Kiyoko nodded when she introduced herself. “I am definitely not from around here, in fact I just moved here from sunny L.A. about two weeks ago,” Kiyoko replied to the girl’s question and introduction. [/b]“And my name is Kiyoko Hiroshi. It is nice to meet you Vivian, even if I am going to feel our little encounter in the morning.”[/b] Looking down at her scratched up hands, Kiyoko shook her head frowning. She still couldn’t feel the pain, but she was sober enough now to realize that this was going to hurt like a bitch in the morning. “And I am assuming you are a New York native of the Upper East Side relation?” Kiyoko questioned, wanting to make sure that Vivian was indeed an Upper East Sider and not some disgusting Brooklyn whore.

Chewing happily on a piece of mint gum that she had just fished out of her bag after her comment about Vivian being pathetic, Kiyoko was not ready for the sudden burst of whatever it was that Vivian was throwing her way. So instead of reacting, like she normally would have with a strong evil glare and facial expressions that said : wow aren’t you pathetic, Kiyoko just stood there, chewing her gum. By the end of Vivian’s speech, Kiyoko’s eyes had gotten slightly larger. Had this girl, who at first seemed completely confident and strong, just lost it over an comment like ‘ your pathetic ‘ ? Apparently so. And to make matters worse, or maybe more interesting (Kiyoko wasn’t sure yet), she had spilled the rest of her life before Kiyoko on the dirty Time Squares floor. “Yes I did call you pathetic. But don’t take it too personally, I’ve called girls a lot worse... Plus I didn’t even mean it as that much of an insult, it was more like light conversation...” She said cautiously, just waiting for another melt down to occur. What had she gotten herself into? Was it really her job to be the therapist of some girl she had just met? No, it certainly wasn’t. But, for some reason Kiyoko couldn’t just walk away, like she would have if this were almost any other situation... Normally when people got overly emotion Kiyoko ran for the hills. She didn’t do emotion, especially that of the sad variety - she only did fun, excitement, and spontaneous. But something Vivian had said hit home. Not the part about the friends, hell, Kiyoko could care less about that. If Vivian was having friend problems then it was her problem, not Kiyoko’s. What did hit home however was the part about her mother... The way she had choked out those last few words instantly made Kiyoko think about her own mother. Fuck this girl. Bringing up those memories. This was bull shit. But still she couldn’t walk away, because if she did it would feel like she was leaving a younger version of herself alone - out in the rain - to face the demons alone. “I can’t believe I’m going to say thisss, but do youu want to go grab something to eat? I need to sober up a bit and you are a wreck. It would be a crime to let you go to any stylish bar almost in tears. So what do you say?” Kiyoko said, only slurring a few words, but yet managing to sound relatively serious about the proposal of food and some maybe heart-to-heart talking.

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Miss Kiyoko is wearing: this lovely outfit
She is currently: Oh oh! Two bitches in Times Square. Just what NY needs.

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"What the fuuuuck."

Lippa typed out yet another text on her Blackberry. Yet another text to one of
her best friends Kiyoko. The two of them were supposed to get together
sometime tonight, and Lippa's BFF was not cooperating with her attempts to get
ahold of her again. The last text Lippa had received from Kiyoko was garbled
and heinously full of spelling errors, including words that did not exist. Clearly,
her friend was very drunk. It wasn't even eight at night yet, and Kiyoko was
plastered out of her mind. Lippa couldn't help but chuckle a little at this. It was
so like her to do something like this. It was a surprise Lippa wasn't drunk too.
Usually the two girls liked to wreak havoc together, but clearly Kiyoko hadn't
been in no mood to wait for some company.

WHERE ARE YOU, YOU DRUNK BITCH. This was the sixth text Lippa had
sent in an hour. She'd called Kiyoko's house and gotten no answer, which could
only mean one thing -- Kiyoko had found somewhere outside of her home to
stumble around drunkenly. This was all good and well with Lippa, except she was
incredibly bored and didn't want to be sitting around at her own house while her
best friend was out enjoying intoxication.

She paced for a bit, waiting for some sort of reply, and then collapsed on her
couch irritably. With fresh determination, Lippa put the phone to her ear and
listened to the ringing.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up," she murmured.

Damn it. No luck. She left a quick message in Kiyoko's voicemail: "Heey you.
It's me. What the hell are you doing? Look at your phone and notice that
I'm friggen trying to get ahold of you. Where are you? I'M BORED."

Now all she could do was wait.

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