𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄 ( alex turner! )

𝗶. A NICE LIFE.

"TURN THAT fucking shit off!" Was heard over the sound of the band JORDAN really couldn't stand to even call music. It wasn't that she really hated the Arctic Monkeys or anything — it was just that for once she hoped there would be a day where LIBERTY didn't play their 2013 Glastonbury set on repeat.

"You're going out in a minute, no one's going to care!" The younger sibling groaned as she turned the volume up on tv, causing Jordan to walk over and swiftly turn off the television set with no further questioning.

"But you're using my DVD player again, and if I have to listen to that prick cockily shout about ladies and dance floors anymore I might just off myself."

Liberty sighed as she eventually stood up and took her valued DVD out of the player and put in back into her bag, preparing to leave Jordan to have her flat back for whatever was going to happen that evening, that she sometimes dreaded to think about.

"Are you working tonight or just going out?" She said inquisitively as she overlooked her older sister; who was carefully applying an final coating of a pale lipstick into the mirror while humming a small tune under her breath that remained unrecognisable to Liberty.

"Going out. There's a new bar just outside Soho that ELI's been begging me to try, apparently it's interesting to say the least." Jordan shrugged as she flung her bag over her shoulder and headed towards the door with her keys, "Do you need a lift home or?"

Liberty shook her head as she walked out of the door behind her sister: worrying thoughts running through her head as she imagined what might happen that evening if Eli, one of the friends Liberty disapproved most of for Jordan, described it as interesting.

        "I'll get the tube, please stay safe though." She stammered eventually throughout the bitter silence as they reached the bottom of the block of flats, to which Jordan just laughed ignorantly as she walked out onto the darkening London streets.

        It was September now, so the long, light-ridden evenings had began to get darker with more speed so most people would be more cautious on when they decided to risk walking through the busy streets of the capital — but Jordan simply decided she was not one of those people.

        "Fuck me Lib I'll be fine, it's not like I'm gonna relapse or anything just because I'm going out on my own for once, I'll be as careful as I can." Jordan exclaimed as she gave her sister a small hug before taking some steps back to look over the lamplit streets and plan out her route.

        "Ring me if you need." Liberty left with a final statement as she put her worries aside and left her sister to leave out her evening how she wished, despite the fact she really did have many concerns over Jordan's wellbeing and how she lived her life — but ones that to not be a nuisance, she had to put aside.

        'You lied. This bar is dead as fuck.' Jordan's text, to the drummer she'd grown so close to, read as she sat in the corner of the bar, that was the absolute opposite of interesting.

        The deep hum of some 90s R&B song Jordan couldn't name rang out of her ears as she watched the people surrounding her pretending to have fun.

She watched as guys walked up to girls they thought they had a chance with, just to be turned away as they chased someone who wouldn't even bat an eyelid at them. She watched as girls in smaller groups chased the rejected guys, only to be also turned away as they lusted over the girls they deemed better, despite the fact that often wasn't true.