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cleo took a swig of vodka straight from the bottle as a fergie song blazed through the speakers for the third time this night. she's dancing under the neon lights, drunk off her ass to even remember the name of the nightclub.
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as cleo wakes up, all she can fathom is how much the sun is shining directly into her eyes and how much her head hurts. she clutched her forehead, attempting to subside the throbbing that's occurring. she finds herself inside of an unfamiliar apartment. realizing what this means, she sarcastically mumbled under her breath, 'good job sleeping your way through manhattan, cleo.' she glanced at the clock. 10:59 am
she quickly gathered her things and got dressed. as she was in the process of putting her bra on, she saw a note on the bedside table; 'thanks for last night ;)'. she scoffed and got out of the apartment as soon as possible.
there's a certain feeling whenever cleo sleeps with someone without getting to know them. she kinda has a rule where she can only sleep with a person if she knows them well enough. getting so drunk that you forget this said rule is an exception, but cleo sometimes loathes herself for it. she considers herself to be a person of reason. the reason: don't sleep with someone (sober) if you don't really want to get attached. she's not a prude (obviously), but not that promiscuous either. it's not like she treats her body as a temple; the 2 packs of cigarettes everyday is a clear indicator of this. it's just that she thinks that whenever she sleeps with someone, a part of her soul latches onto them, making her a little bit attached. this reason makes her wish she was a prude instead.
as cleo walked through the bustling street, she stopped by a bodega and decided to buy some marlboro lights. she usually smokes red but that was the only thing available in the store. she apparently smoked her way through her last pack last night and is now dying for a hit. as she scanned through the dimly lit store, she went through the snacks aisle and looked for her favorite pack of chips. she grabbed one and paid for it at the counter, along with her 3 packs of cigarettes.
as soon as she stepped inside her loft, her cat greeted her. "hi, baby." she coos as she lies on the floor to be greeted with kisses from her cat. she apologizes for not being home last night and gives him one last kiss before getting up to make her and her cat some food.
after eating a barely toasted bagel, courtesy to her crappy toaster, she decided to take a bath to wash off last night's ordeals. she took her time showering, even going as far as singing her own rendition of carly simon's 'you're so vain'. she scrubs herself with her mango lassi flavored body scrub and sighed in content. she smells of mango and coconut but later on it will be mixed with cigarettes.
as she got out of her 30 minute shower, she dressed up to go for a walk. she thought that instead of doing her usual routine of lazing her days away, she should just walk around new york and see what it has to offer.
