are you the one.

[SELENA IANTHE KOZMA]

She doesn't remember the first time she took ecstasy. She doesn't pause to consider how many hits she's had, popping the obama shaped pills into her mouth and waiting for them to dissolve on her tongue, spreading the warmth, like they always do.

In the back of the car, she begins to regret wearing heels, but when she asks Hugh, the driver, what he thinks, he says she looks beautiful like he always does and she rolls her eyes because no real opinion is ever going to come from someone who gets their paycheck based on your happiness. They pull up in front of the Buganski home and for a split second, she wonders if Len borrowed something of Ezzie's or if she used something of her own, knowing damn well that Ezzie hid all her shit when she lost her mind and she probably doesn't even know where it is, wishing she could have gotten her hands on a couple of the better pieces before it was all trashed.

She fingers the pills in her hand, rolling them between her thumb and her forefinger, smiling with ice white teeth as she glances towards the door and sees Len. She sticks her head out the window, anxious, feels the cool metal on her skin. She's not wearing any underwear. “I brought you something, princess,”

bitch is wearing this.
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[marlene helen hamilton]

The heck was she thinking about? Among the people Len had met ever since she had been there, Lena had been by far one of the more entertaining ones; yet she also was well aware of her partying ways, which did not exactly bode well with the person Marlene used to be. Then why on Earth had she pretty much obliged Lena to invite her to one of her wild night outs? "Stupid, stupid move." The brunette told herself while putting her shoes on; it had been reckless, impulsive, not thought through. And then it hit her, the sudden realization, as she grabbed her leather jacket; that was why she had done it. Inhaling sharply, Len realized exactly how much she wanted not to be herself right then; if being the refined, composed, smart girl who always did what was best for her had led to her current situation, well then screw that. Part of her wanted to destroy the person she had been previously, because it was almost nothing but an empty shell; another side, though, was still too deeply attached to herself to do it.

"'Suppose we'll see which of the two will win tonight." The brunette said out loud, walking downstairs; surely, talking to herself was a great way to start the night off. Glancing outside the huge windows when she got in the hall, the girl spotted a car parked; it must have been her lovely friend. Taking another deep breath, she put the jacket on and left the house, the noise of the door closing behind her slightly creepy sounding. "Lena, my dear." Chuckling a bit at the urgency of greeting her, Len waved at her as she reached the car. "Oh, I'm a princess too now? You flatter me." Laughing lightly again, the brunette did not bother to wait for the driver to open the car door for her, having already done so herself.

"Wow." She managed to say, her mouth wide open at Lena's outfit. "Those shoes are seriously both amazing and dangerous looking. You could kill someone with those, yourself included." After having leaned her back against the leather seats comfortably enough, she tilted her head toward the other girl. "So where's my present?"

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[SELENA IANTHE KOZMA]

She chuckles at the comment, bending her ankle so she can better display them. God knows she paid an arm and a leg for them, and if they weren't astonishing she'd have shipped them back the fuck where they came from. Hector already was incredibly displeased with her wardrobe and dropping a grand on a pair of five inch heels with a spine on the back when she was already five ten really didn't do much to help that problem. Lena watches her, a strange combination of amused and amazed at the inherent grace that accompanies her slender limbs, and when she finally crosses her legs and clears her throat, she has to swallow once more before she can speak because it's been so long that she hasn't. “Well,”

She opens her palm. The glitter she's dusted over her collarbone shines in the street light, the car swaying comfortably from side to side as they curve with the road. In her hand are two pills, obviously not anything legal, and she rolls up the divider between Hugh and them just to make sure he won't report them, although she knows he's as good as gold when it comes to keeping secrets. She's already had enough to get her started, but not enough to sustain the high and so one is for her, and one is for Len. “For dancing,” she says, waits to gauge her reaction before she takes it. She doesn't want to come off as too eager, but she's salivating at the thought of getting fucked out of her mind and then going dancing, and she can't wait before Harlow pours her shot after shot and she's so unstable on her feet that she falls all over the place, tries to take a piss, ends up fucking someone in the bathroom and takes Seconal and goes to sleep, sleep, dreamless, dark sleep where she'll stay until she wakes up and her hangover is gone because she chews Seconal like candy. “And for keeping up with me.” they're almost there, and she knows if she doesn't take it now she definitely won't take it when she's inside.

bitch is wearing this.
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[marlene helen hamilton]

Glancing at the amazing trap that Lena’s Dsquared shoes were one last time, the brunette then looked up at her, noticing something odd in her gestures as well as the weird way she was staring at herself, as if she had never seen her own body before. She had probably had a couple of drinks already to start off the night the right way, which was not surprising at all, knowing Lena; still, it almost made her smirk. Her friends had always been similar to her, good girls and guys who hardly ever partied really hard; alcohol was always around, that much was a given, but most of them knew when to stop before crossing the line between hilariously inebriated and heavily drunk. Here at the Hamptons, though, things were different; not only the weather, the food, the architecture, but most of all the people. Had Edward known she was hanging out with someone with Lena’s reputation, he’d have probably sent his most respectable and fast assistant with a helicopter, in order to get her back to…where was he, again? Germany, if she remembered correctly; her father’s journey happened so often that it was hard to keep track of them, even if one had wanted to.

After giving Lena a suspicious glance as soon as she acted in a secretive way by rolling up the divider between the two of them and the driver, Marlene’s chocolate eyes then focused on her palm: pills. It hadn’t been just alcohol then; she should have seen it coming, but she was still rather naïve, for as much as she didn’t like admitting it, not even to herself. Wetting her lips, temporarily forgetting about the lipstick she had carefully applied, the girl almost smirked at how early the battle between her proper side and its nemesis was beginning. If anyone had offered her drugs a few months before, she would have firmly refused, a superior look on her face, without a single doubt; a couple of months were enough to change someone deeply though, and now Marlene was actually considering the chance of accepting the gracious gift. She wanted to change her ways, didn’t she? See if anything else made her happier than her current lifestyle…Biting her lip now, she took one of the pills off her friend’s hand quickly, staring at it before stuffing it into her incredibly tiny wristlet purse; not yet, the time to choose would have come later on. ”Later. I want to get warmed up first and see how the night goes.” Smiling slightly, she let out a small breath; the choice was not made, simply delayed;: just then, the car stopped. ”I suppose we’ve arrived.”

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