out of reach, open.

[rosalie camille ambrose]

rosie was tired of doing nothing. it was the daily thing in her life. she partied at night, fucked some stranger and then woke up with a hangover. it was a normal for her. letting out a soft groan the twenty two year old rolled over on her bed. she lifted her arm to swipe the long blonde curls from her eyes. she cracked them open and peared at the digital clock next to her bed, it was noon. ugh why am i awake? she rolled over again and tried to close her eyes. in the faint distance a neighbors dog was barking and the kids across the street were out front screaming at one another. she finally pushed herself off of the bed.

after almost an hour of deciding what she wanted to do, showering and applying her makeup rosie decided to hit the beach. slipping on her newest white bathing suit, a pair of shorts and a blue cover up, she put her aviators on her face, her flip flops on her feet and headed out the front door of her small house. locking it behind her she walked across the grass towards the beach, she didnt need to drive. living so close to the beach had its plus sides. as she walked she felt people looking at her, mostly guys. half of them were guys she slept with and the other half were ones she has hooked up with. rosie felt a smile creep on her face as she looked at her feet.

life was good. reaching the beach she headed down and found an open lounge chair under a huge palm. she pulled it out a little and took her shorts off. laying on it she looked around, she smelt alcohol, and lots of it. a passing teenage girl had a cup in her hand and rosie flagged her down. is the beach bar finally open? she chorted at the girl who looked to be freshly twentyone. she nodded and with that rosie was on her way to the bar. she was walking in her barefeet, and cover up. she didnt need to wear clothes, she felt better without them. stopping at the bar on the beach she leaned on the counter and lifted her sunglasses on her head looking at the bartender who shot her a smile. it was never to early to get drunk or layed, or both.

OUTFIT.

[esther belle free]

you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - -

So tired. So very tired. Esther could barely keep her eyes open as she flipped the sign on the beach bar to open! and watched as people started to gather. Yesterday she had had to work a double shift, thanks to some girl obviously taking advantage of the fact that she had just turned twenty-one. She had brought all of her friends along to the bar to get wasted. People had been slumped over chairs and tables, broken bottles were all over the floor, and a bar fight had broken out. Chaos, pure chaos, was the only thing she ever saw with this job. Well, that and hot guys. There had definitely been a few more-than-cute guys who had come to the party, and she had certainly taken advantage of it, being able to get a few good make-out sessions with a some of them. Some might call that slutty, but she was single. What else would she do? Just stare at the from afar? Not likely.

It had taken her all night to clean up everything, and she had only gotten to get home and get a few hours of sleep before biking back here. The fact that she lived so close to the beach and the bar was great; she didn't have to ride her car all the way out here, she could just bike or walk.

The fact that so many people were willing to drink amused Esther. They were so ready to just drink their life away. And while she thought constantly drinking alcohol was both stupid and childish, she liked the fact that she was able to rake in money. Thank you tips. Everyone seemed more willing to tip her when they were high, which just showed the wonders of alcohol. And why Esther didn't excessively drink. But she always enjoyed good beer or martini. And so did this crowd. "Yes, here's your daiquiri. Enjoy!" "Here's that beer you asked. Thanks for the tip!" "Yeah, I'm single. Have a drink and we'll talk." This is what she loved about her job; she was always busy! It was never boring here, while other people were shut up in offices wearing tight suits and drinking bad coffee. People say they're the more successful, but who's laughing now? Certainly not them.

As a new girl approached, about twenty-two by the looks of it, approached, Esther turned, flashing a casual, slightly-lopsided smile and chirping, "Hey, what can I get ya? Would you like our special today? It's pretty popular!" she waved her hand off in the direction of a group of guys who were enjoying the special, chatting and laughing amongst themselves, their faces flushed, betraying the fact that they were on the verge of getting drunk.
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[rosalie camille ambrose]

rosie let out a yawn as she waited to be served. she was never the type to have patience. she tapped her fingers quickly against the bar as a few people came up next to her. they tried to start casual conversation, but rosie being the snobby little bitch that she is ignored them with a huff. she was planning on getting drunk today, wether it was now or later on tonight. she let out another loud sigh, hoping one of the bartenders heard her. she was really rude sometimes, but it never crossed her mind. in rosie's opinion, the world had to wait on her. if she wanted something she better get it in a matter of minutes, and right now she wasnt getting what she was wanting.

she felt her impatience and temper rising and just as she was about to leave the bar a girl bounced over and spoke to her asking her what she wanted. asking her if she wanted the special because it was oh so popular. rosie snorted out a laugh uhm, no thanks. i dont try something new until im at least tipsy she sat down on the barstool and looked at the girl. get me a cranberry and vodka, but make it mainly vodka. she looked down in her purse to get out money im trying not to remember today she added in a bit of a mumble.

some would say rosie was a drunk, was it because of her past? her family always hiding her away. her parents making her the black sheep, and now that she was in miami she could start over. well rosie didnt even know why she was the way she was, all she knew was that she liked alcohol, men and sex. there was no better time to have all of that then in the summer. she looked back up after a few seconds of waiting and slid money on the counter. id also like to start a tab please. she added nodding, a few strands of hair falling in her face.

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[esther belle free]

 

you're the one that i should never take, but i can't sleep until i devour you - - - - -

Her laugh made Esther smile. Yep, she had been right. This girl was one of those people who drowned themselves in alchohol, wash their memories away. So many people turned to alchohol for things like those. Or drugs. Yep, drinks and drugs walk hand in hand, and anperson will often resolve to one or both of them. And it looked like she, like so many, had turned to alchohol.

Esther had never gotten thoroughly drunk, to be honest. She was pretty strong when it came to drinks. But for a bartender, she didn't drink as much as you might think. Sure, she would have a good beer or martini now and then, but she mostly stuck to sparkling water or something like that. The idea of getting high and doing things you won't remember the next morning didn't sound appealing to her. She did crazy things when she was sober, but being drunk and doing crazy things almost scared her. She would probably end up in the hospital or something, and no one wants that. 

"Okay, cranberry and vodka, coming right up!" she easily heard the next comment, being used to having to pick up things people say in quiet voices. But she didn't say anything, just went ahead and made the drink as fast as she could, passing out some drinks along the way. 

When she returned, putting the drink down carefully so none of the drink would splash out, she took a seat on the stool, turning her inquisitive eyes onto the woman and asking casually, "So," she began, fiddling with the locker hanging from her neck, " What memories are you trying to bury?" 

At the request of a tab, she simply nodded, "Okay, but be careful not to drink more than you can afford. Lot's of people get carried away, and you look like you've already experienced the hangover this morning." she jotted down the note Tab down on her notepad, before realizing she didn't know her name. "And what's your name?"
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