Beautiful Mess || Johnny Rotten

Chapter 26: Drunken Stumbles And Media Pursuits

I don't give a damn about my reputation,

Joan Jett and the Blackhearts blared from the record player as Violet applied her makeup, singing along to the lyrics with fervor. Tonight, she was going to make choices for herself without worrying about what others thought. Her heart thumped in time with the pulsating rhythm of the music.

Living in the past, it's a new generation,

As her thoughts continued, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement mixed with nostalgia. This night marked her first experience with a proper girls' night out. Growing up, she hadn't had many female friends, and the idea of bonding over gossip and laughter had always felt distant. Until now, that is. Chrissie had reached out asking her out for a girls one and she was more than happy to accept.

A girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do,

Violet's mind had been racing with thoughts about her fight with Johnny and the recent turmoil in her life, so the invitation from Chrissie felt like a beacon of light in the storm. The idea of escaping her worries, even if just for one night, ignited a spark within her.

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation
Oh no, not me,

With the music still echoing in the background, Violet focused on her makeup. She applied eyeliner with a skilled hand, emphasizing her sharp, feline-like eyes. She carefully blended shadow to create a smoky effect, giving her gaze an alluring, almost dangerous quality. As she added a bold, matte red lipstick to her lips, a smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth. She looked fiercer, sexier, and most importantly, more confident.

An' I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation,

As she finished her makeup, she took a moment to appreciate her reflection. She glanced approvingly in the mirror, giving herself a long, sweeping look. Her gaze traced the contours of her face, the sharp edges of her eyes, and the sensual curve of her lips. She felt different, transformed into a version of herself that exuded confidence and allure.

Never said I wanted to improve my station,

On the sofa lay an outfit that perfectly captured the essence of rebellious glamour – Her ensemble consisted of a daring combination of pieces, each chosen with purpose. She'd selected a tiny black skirt, adorned with a studded belt to emphasize her waist. Over this, she'd chosen a leather corset top, accented with a few silver spikes that gleamed in the light. Completing the look were a pair of knee-high leather platform boots, their height adding an extra edge of attitude.

An' I'm only doin' good when I'm havin' fun,

Violet slipped into the garments with ease, the leather and metal cool against her skin. She fastened a choker around her neck, its buckle sitting high on her throat, adding a touch of danger to her appearance. With quick, practiced movements, she inserted earrings into her ears, their shiny surfaces catching the light. She took one last look in the mirror, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes before she grabbed her bag and headed out.

An' I don't have to please no one.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Violet stepped into the dimly lit club, Dingwalls. The pulsing music and murmur of conversation surrounded her. The venue was a haven for the city's musicians and misfits, a place where creativity and rebellion thrived. She felt a burst of thrill mixed with nerves as she pushed past the doors, scanning the sea of faces for Chrissie.

Her eyes searched for any sign of her friend. The space was filled with a chaotic blend of people, each wearing their own unique expression of defiance. A group of punk rockers huddled in one corner, their spiked hair and ragged jackets displaying the rebellious era. In another part of the club, a gaggle of bohemian free spirits exuded a carefree aura. The place felt like a melting pot of misfits - a community of those who didn't quite fit in elsewhere.