The Pure One

shots

Here i was. On bourbon street. Alone. I just left korra's apartment. Time must have flew by while i was in there. The sky was starting to turn a bit darker and the people on the street were getting a bit more drunk. Everyone has bad habits i suppose. Some worse than others. My bad habit? I'm and underage girl that drinks when she wants to escape reality. Living in New Orleans honestly didn't help. Looking old for my age and living in a city where if you look old enough an ID wasn't necessary.

No one was around to judge me. i haven't seen Luke, Zayn or Zack since this morning when we all separated to go home. 

Currently i was standing on the sidewalk. Watching people simply walk by. Without thinking i just joined the crowd. Letting the mass of people control where i went. 

After many shots given to me by strippers on the street, all confusion and problems from my mind was gone. Some how i managed to get to Krazy Korner, the jazz and blues club. I sat at the bar to have a young man come over to serve me.

"hey, can i help you?" he asked as he cleaned the large beer glass in his hand with a cloth.

"yea...ummm" i reached into my back pocket that held a bunch of one dollar bills from tips left by people passing by me as i played music or dance or whatever the fuck i did. 

"start me off with three bourbons but just put them all in one glass, makes it quicker." i lied down a few bills that would be enough to cover the expense and leave a nice tip. 

The man looked at me with a smug look that was very charming yet irritating cause of what he said next.

"may i see some ID?" he asked putting the glass down and leaning on the counter in front of me. His face as brought into the light, revealing his features. He had dirty blonde hair that stopped, and curled at his ears a little. He had nice blue eyes too. I hated the smile he wore right now though. It was nice and friendly but he was trying to get me into trouble.i reached into my purse and pulled out my "ID". I got a fake one last year. When it came to fake IDs, you had to make a choice. Either you could get them fast and cheap, and not good. As in they didn't seem too legit. Or you could get one fast and good, not cheap. I however went for the good and cheap but not fast. It wasn't like i was in a hurry to get one. 

I put the ID on the bar and slid it a few inches towards him. His smile only got bigger and more annoying as he picked it up and looked at it.

"Rose Henderson, uh?" he raised an eyebrow at me. Like he was thinking i was going to crack under pressure and admit it wasn't real. I've never been caught before so i wasn't nervous at all.

"yep, why?" I could play this game too. I copied his expression and raised my eyebrow and smirked.

"so your birthday is..." he started as he looked at the ID again. "July 17, 1993"

"haha, no i was born on may 27, 1992. Surely you don't think this ID is fake do you? i mean look at me. This clearly isn't the first bar i've been into tonight." I pointed out my drunken state. He was really trying to trick me. I've used this Id for so many things for over a year now. I am Rose Henderson. And she was me. I kept my birthday the same and just changed the year to assure that i would never mess up Rose's birthday.

"really so you're a 21 year old that just got out of school for summer break." 

"what? wha.. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!" If he knew i was in high school then... wait how did he know i was in high school. was he stalking me or.... oh God. No he wasn't a stalker or anything, he was trying to call my bluff but i didn't have a poker face. 

"yea umm i just graduated. we were in the same Spanish class this year, you sat in the back of the room though, so i understand if you don't remember, but i remember you. You already spoke Spanish but you lied to get an easy A. And you're name isn't rose it's Kayla... Kayla Winter actually." My jaw clenched as he stared at me with that stupid smile on his face.