Bad Habbits

A wise man once said, "life imitates art," and right now, my life was beginning to resemble that one painting of those dogs playing poker.

Which means I guess you could say it was quite the shit show.

When Mark Randal said he was having a 'small get together' I really didn't think it would end with me sat in the back of a police car with sweaty, torn leather seats next to life size barbie and her boyfriend, the horny barbarian.

It really was a wilde weekend.

See what I did there? Because Oscar Wilde said- no? Ok then. Never mind.

I think the saddest part of it all was that none of this was surprising to me.

Ok, maybe the bit where Barbie stuck her head out the window and let loose last nights dinner. That I wasn't expecting.

"I thought puking just 'wasn't something ladies do?'" I questioned, my voice pitched up to mimic that overbearing, 'you're beneath me' tone of voice she tends to take on. Both heads in the backseat immediately turned to face me, as those were the first words to be spoken since the three of us were thrown in here. "I guess even Barbie falls victim to hypocrisy."

"Jesus Violet you know my name is Sydney." She whined, bringing her heel clad shoe down onto my own foot. I glared at her.

"You are so lucky i'm in cuffs right now I swear to god I-" To my displeasure, I was cut off before any more kind words had the chance to leave my mouth.

"Would you two shut up back there?" The copper driving the car scolded.

I made sure to give him a dirty look, not that he was paying attention.

He was kind of a tool, but I couldn't really blame him. I wouldn't be too fond of me either, after what happened.

Rewind three hours and I had just shown up at Marks place, a bottle of Jack in one hand and in the other, ice cold Grey Goose.

I was hyped, to say the least, but if anyone had told me before that Barbie-I mean Sydney-was going to be there, I wouldn't have shown up. That would've saved me the good hour or so it's going to take to untag myself from all the pictures and videos that are undoubtably going to surface tomorrow. There's just something about a cat fight that really gets people going.

Anyways, back to the point, the party. Everything was going just fine until she showed up, which means technically it wasn't my fault we ended up outside trying to tear each other's hair out. Honestly, I can't even remember what the fight was about and quite frankly I don't care.

Our fight was nearing its peak, camera flashes and encouraging yells blurring my sense of reality, when the cops showed up and the crowd dispersed. The haze of drunken rage kept me oblivious to this though, and I was not ready to stop.

"Break it up ladies." The guy tried to butt in. That was definitely a mistake. I turned around, not quite aware of where my hand was until after I accidentally clocked him in the jaw. And really, I swear, it was an accident.

That's when I finally noticed the only people left on the lawn aside from me and the poor bruised cop were Sydney and her boyfriend Scott. Needless to say, he cuffed us on the spot which brings me to my current situation, stuck in the back of a police car with sweaty, torn leather seats next to life size barbie and her boyfriend, the horny barbarian.

Snap back to reality and here we are, currently being escorted into the station at eleven pm.

"Hey, watch your hands bud!" Sydney scolded at the police officer who's hands were as far north as they could get. She was so full of herself.

"You know not everyone is in love with you as much as you are." I retorted, which earned me a small shove by the same guy I was trying to defend. So much for that.

We were all silent as we walked into the station. He sat us down on padded chairs and let us in one by one to make our phone calls. Minutes felt like hours as I waited for Sydney to come back. My entire body tensed up when she finally did return.

"Dad's coming to get us." She stated, sitting down next to me. Her hands, as well as mine, were still cuffed and I was beginning to seriously resent everyone in this room. "He said we're in serious trouble. Not that it wasn't obvious."

"Oh my god Sydney, don't say shit like that out loud." I groaned, shooting her a face that said 'are you serious?' She seemed perplexed, not too sure what I was talking about. "People might hear and realize i'm related to you."

She rolled her eyes, shifting her body away from me. "You know, you don't have to be such a raging bitch."

A single shred of my conscious spoke up, almost making me want to apologize to her. What I said was a little harsh, but then I remembered this was the same girl who dropped me off at the local orphanage on our way to school after her plan to switch my shampoo with hair removal cream didn't work out. So yeah, I bit my tongue before showing any remorse.

I almost forgot about Scott, that is until our father stepped through the doors to pick us up. The boy was practically shaking in his seat, keeping his head down. I understood, my dad could be a scary man when he wanted to be.

"You girls have fun tonight?" He was stood in front of us now, with arms crossed and a stature that resembled Vin Diesel.

I knew it was a rhetorical question. He didn't care whether we had fun or not, he was pissed and he was trying to make a point. Speaking up now would not be wise.

"About as much fun as using a sandpaper dildo." Oops, I opened my mouth. He scrunched his nose, obviously uncomfortable after hearing that come out of his sixteen year old daughters mouth.

I heard someone try to stifle a laugh somewhere off to my left but I was in no position to turn and see who it was.

"Come on, girls." Sheriff Blake suddenly appeared by my fathers side, beckoning us to stand up. He slowly freed my hands from their uncomfortable restraints.

It was about time.

Scott was still sitting quietly in his chair, waiting for his parents I assume.

Sydneys cuffs were in the process of being undone when someone knocked into my side.

"Sorry." A boy mumbled, nodding his head once. He wasn't too much taller than me, but his shoulders were broad and his thick, dirty blond hair was disheveled and suddenly I was craving to know why he was here in the first place.

"Don't be sorry," I replied, turning away from him, "just don't do it again."

I was getting tired of being here. This whole ordeal was wearing down both my patience and my ability to stay awake.

I looked up towards my dad, who was still talking with Sheriff Blake and my
sister. Deciding to make a point, I let out a loud, dramatic yawn.

Nobody looked at me.

I rolled my eyes and repeated my previous action, only this time louder and more dramatic. My father, who's arms were still crossed, tilted his head towards me, clearly very annoyed with my audacity. All the same, he wrapped up his conversation with Sheriff Blake.

The three of us walked towards the exit and just as Sydney pushed open the door, clearly eager to leave as well, I turned my head out of curiosity to see Scott and the clumsy boy from just before acting all chummy.

"Have a good one, Drew." The sheriff called as we stepped out of the station. The cold March air hit me suddenly in the face and whipped my light brown hair around. "I hope I don't see you girls around here again!"

Yeah, well, I had a feeling me and the Sheriff were going to be well acquainted by the time summer rolls around.

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And that was chapter one!

I've decided that I'm going to look at this as like the "pilot" chapter, and I'll continue this story if I get positive feedback, so let me know what you think:)

Thanks for reading!