Title: ``put another dime in the jukebox baby
Description: [open]
Hayley Williams - September 29, 2007 04:30 AM (GMT)
Hayley Williams was a kind of self-indulgent girl, she wouldn't deny that. Of course, one could have argued that she was all about the self indulgent; from the way she sought after adrenaline rush after adrenaline rush, the way she neglected pretty much all but her most important studies. She was, you know, pretty self-indulgent. So when she ignored that self-indulgent streak and instead sat down for a good two hours and hit the books, Hayley felt this really weird sense of pride. And ego, mostly. But pride, as well.
Currently lying down on her stomach, pencil in one hand and book propped open infront of her, Hayley let out a fustrated sigh. "Who the hell created calculus in the first place..." She murmured, burying her face in her pillow. Deciding in that moment that calculus could go get fucked, she rolled off her bed, grabbing the denim jacket that was slung over her chair. Screw the fact that she had a really important mid-term exam coming up; she was going to head to Nicky's, and nobody could stop her.Even if it was mostly a way to clear her head from equation after math equation after equation that still lingered, it was still a good way to reward herself, right? And plus, wasn't that what parents did to their kids? Quickly deciding that, yeah, that was totally what parents did, she swiped the car keys off her desk and headed out into the night.
By the time she arrived at Nicky's, it was already pretty crowded. It was raining outside, heavy and thick, fat droplets hitting her as she ran towards the door and slipped inside the establishment. As such, her blonde hair was a little damp, not quite drenched but still wet enough to cling to the sides of her face. Her denim jacket was splotted with water, fat circles of darker color appearing, leaving almost no room for the original (and dry) fabric it once had been. Scowling at the fact that she'd gotten her beloved jacket wet, she brushed the shoulder of it a little, displeased. "My day could not get any worse." She mumbled, deciding that she totally didn't care anymore, thanks. (Was she a little self-absorbed and shallow to worry about her jacket getting damp? Yeah, a little.) Okay, so, that was a little bit of a lie. It could get worse; she coudl have a headache and her powers could be wildly out of control. But right now, she was desperately trying not to think of that; she was desperately trying to think a little bit more....You know. Like normal kids did.
Hayley pushed past the people in the crowd, bumping shoulders with some playing pool and some holding several mugs of beer as she made her way towards the bar herself. "Coming through, coming through, alcohol-deprived blonde coming through..." She blatantly ignored all the leers she got from pissed off passers-by, and when somebody swore at her, Hayley swore right back. "Yeah, fuck you too, buddy! No wonder you're not getting any!"