'she's kook fuckin' royalty, man.'
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a lot of things go unnoticed in the outer banks. things like missing millions in gold, underage drinking, and the bruises that litter the skin of the kook princess.
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LUCY'S HEAD WAS POUNDING. It had turned out that Sarah's idea of 'somewhere' was Kelce's party, and a lot of alcohol.
They had been welcomed to the party with cheers anddrinks pressed into their hands without even having to ask. Everything was normal.
It was as though both of them had silently agreed not to talk about what had happened with Rafe. Not tonight. That was something that they could deal with tomorrow. Luckily, they were good enough at feigning normalcy that for a night, both of them could convince themselves that their smiles were real. For now, they were going to be normal, and they were going to have fun. At least, that was what Lucy had been telling herself for the whole evening, and she wasn't about to stop now.
The neon lights of the party didn't help the steady drumbeat which had taken up residence in her skull, but merely gave her headache a more psychedelic feeling. If she really tried, she could probably pretend to be high, and people would leave her alone.
Sadly, she'd never been any good at substance abuse — she hadn't been lucky enough to inherit that trait from her ancestors.
Alcohol, she could do. So she did. The shots she was taking at this party might have made her headache far worse the next morning, but as far as Lucy was concerned, that was an issue she could deal with tomorrow. A hangover, and a tough conversation with Sarah. 'Tomorrow' was shaping up to be quite the day.
Kelce's party was dull.
Lucy used to love parties. Used to love feeling like the centre of attention, used to love it when every pair of eyes was on her and Sarah, used to love feeling like they were on top of the world as the bass of the music pulsed around the room. It was safe to say that she didn't love them anymore. Now, there were too many people, too many eyes, too many sweaty bodies brushing up against her own. After a while, even the attention grew tiring. She was more likely to be looked upon with pity nowadays than with admiration, and something about that rubbed her the wrong way.
The noise of the party moved around her, a blur of conversations and guitar riffs filling her ears and making her dizzy. However, in the cacophony, one sound stood out. The onlookers surrounding the pool had started to cheer, eyes turned upwards almost in reverence.
"Sarah! Sarah! Sarah! Sarah!"
Lucy, her curiosity piqued, made her way outside, weaving past couples pressed in against walls and narrowly avoiding several dangerously perched drinks. She was surprised her outfit wasn't already drenched with beer. Or maybe it was, and she just hadn't noticed. The pleasant buzz of alcohol in her veins was entirely welcome.
