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Sloane had somehow ended up at a party in her high stupor, hair slightly damp form the rain outside as she sat on one of the couches, cup full of straight vodka in her hand as the weed started to wear off. She had been sat there for ten minutes now, legs curled up like she could take a nap when Bradley sat down next to her. Slight giggle left her lips, the sound drowned out by LCD Soundsystem’s “Dance Yrself Clean” blaring through the speakers as a few pale boys in flannel shirts bopped their heads along to the song. “Am I just really high or has this been on forever?” She asked him, blue eyes tinged with red. “I’m gonna fall asleep. Can’t pop my pussy to any of this shit. The guy with the aux cord is probably named Cory or Cole or some other shit,” she lamented, fishing her leather jacket out form behind her and digging in the pocket, pulling out a plastic bag with some gummy bears in them. “Want one? They’re THC gummies. I kind of feel like I’m astral projecting right now.” @bradleymillign

Flopping down in a silver slip so skimpy that it tended to ripple with movement like liquid light, Bradley remained oblivious to the goosebumps ascending her arms as a result of the buzz keeping her sane, enabling a wash of television static to tune in whenever a man opened his mouth to try and talk to her. She’d spent the night that way: drifting between rooms, pocketing the odd trinket if she thought it was ugly enough to consider rare, pulled into conversations where she immediately snipped the stem and let the other party go limp without water. In all honesty, she was restless. There was an itch beneath her skin that her nails couldn’t get deep enough to scratch, a need for something to set the mile per hour count up in the hundreds. “Just feels like forever because it sounds like something a bunch of bored farmers made while their cows got milked.” She’d been about to get up and do something about it when Sloane produced her party favours, eyes flitting to dwell on them in silent assessment. Then, like a shower of indigo glitter in a black and white movie, a small smile cropped up. “Yeah, fuck it,” came as she wriggled one loose of the bag, popping it onto her tongue without much consideration to the way she’d get home in such a state. A few chews and she swallowed, then reared to her feet. “You,” she singled out, nodding at a boy with his head tucked down, eyes on his phone screen. “Change the music. I’ve heard more ass cheeks clapping at my grandma’s funeral.” Opening his mouth to nervously laugh and explain that he wasn’t in charge of it, Bradley interrupted. “Nice but consider this? I don’t care. Sloane here’s about to fossilise into a prehistoric corpse. A pterodactyl, right here on the sofa. Don’t you have any fucking compassion? Way to be heartless.”

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between the flight and change of time zones, and the fact that as soon as she put a foot on european ground she went down with a fever, consequently spending a whole day in bed, sohee’s sleep schedule was a whole mess. jetlag was hitting hard, making her sleepy in the middle of the day and keeping her wide awake in the middle of the night. after rolling around in bed for what felt like hours, she decided to leave her room and just sit outside for a while. it was probably a terrible idea, being out at this time with everything that was going on, but her brain was so tired she couldn’t really process it. so she sat on the stairs at the entrance of antebellum, her new home for the summer, breathing in the warm air. “beautiful night, isn’t it?” she said, a sleepy smile on her face. she was on a side of the stairs, leaning against a low wall, so the person standing right in the middle of them hadn’t probably seen her until she spoke. “sorry, did i scare you?” 

Swamped in a black leather jacket that almost definitely didn’t belong to her, Bradley clunked down the stairs in her steel capped boots, an irritable brush of hair behind one ear confirming her mindset. She’d just emerged from one of the dorms at Antebellum, having been evicted for the fact that she put a Furbie in the microwave and set the timer to five minutes. It’s owner got there two minutes in, but the plastic was already melted enough to deem it as a member of the ether region, dismissed from any earthly tethers from the unnerving way it’s face had started to melt down it’s cheeks. “Fuck,” came along with the clatter of a lighter hitting the floor, dropped from the startle that Sohee’s presence provided. Whipping to spot her in the dark, it was with a face like a child first tasting sprouts that she processed her opening line. “Beautiful night? That’s what you pop out of the shadows with like a weird little cuckoo clock? Jesus.” Taking another two steps down, she stooped and snatched at her lighter. “Next thing you know, you’ll be writing haiku’s about the way the stars twinkle with the youth of your dead gerbil’s eyes.”

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“I fucking LOVE Amsterdam! I’m legal here bitches so fuck you, United States.” Michael threw up his middle fingers though unsure of where to target them, he pointed up at the sky. “With that in mind, care to join me for an adult beverage? Traded my dolla bills for Euros so let’s fucking live it UP.”

“Christ. You’re a lot.” Eyebrows drawing with a twinge that indicated a hangover, Bradley blinked back at Michael from behind a pair of stolen sunglasses, one she’d almost been chased down a cobbled street by a vendor for. It had earned her a snag in her fishnets, one she singed larger in a fit of boredom with the aid of her cigarette’s cherry. “Nice specification. Adult beverage. Just in case I thought you were inviting me out for a pint of milk with the McPoyles. What do adults drink? Wine while they’re wearing silver cuff links? Pinkies out, all that shit?” Slipping up from the bench she was smoking a cigarette on regardless, Bradley tossed it down just in time for a passing bicycle to wheel over the stub, sparks spitting up from the remaining ember like the poke of a coal fire. “If you’re paying, I’m always thirsty.”

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clip clops in on a small shetland pony riding side saddle like mia w her fake leg in princess diaries. hlo! peels off my handlebar moustache to reveal tht it’s actually me (nai). bradley is one of my all time fav muses if not... the coveted Number One fav spot where my charas r concerned n i miss ha so decided to revive her like a phoenix from the ashes. her pinterest board is here n more abt her is under the cut! jst a forewarning her life is kind of A Lot so tws will b abundant bt i dnt rly go into huge detail

( cis-female ) haven’t seen BRADLEY MILLIGAN around in a while. the MARGARET QUALLEY lookalike has been known to be (+) BRAVE & (+) ADVENTUROUS, but SHE can also be (-) VOLATILE & (-) CRUEL. The 22 year old is a JUNIOR majoring in PSYCHOLOGY. I believe they’re living in POTENTAS but I popped by earlier and no one answered the door. ( nai. 22. gmt. she/her. ) 

the kind of sour cherry only certain people have a taste for

once drank a bottle of spiced rum, insisted she could still do a cartwheel and accidentally kicked an old man’s front tooth out in the process. proceeded 2 collapse into a flower bed and laugh so much abt it that she cried

barely takes anything seriously 50% of the time and is angry the other 50%

if she was a coffee she’d be black with five grains of sugar that you couldn’t taste until the last sip

father runs a mob and strip club in queens called ‘no angels’ tht fronts an affluent drug trade, primarily coke. his name is tony milligan n his gang is p infamous around there fr being jst like.... completely cutthroat n awful. they were nicknamed ‘tony’s rottweilers’ by locals bc he bsically has all of these trained dogs on leash at his command n they’re still a growing organisation tday. in FACT the only reason her dad rly.... okay’d her goin out of country was bc he kind of wanted to Expand The Business n was looking to buy a new club in the red light district as his first move. SO she can basically.... oversee whtevers going on over there n he also has a few of his guys local 2 keep tabs on her n tht sort of thing

he’s pretty much the worst human being alive n bradley hs like..... a LOT of issues with herself as a result of years of toxicity n abuse

in terms of more family bkground info her mum’s name was alyssa n she vanished when bradley was 12. jst like.... into thin air. nothing. no note. zilch. gan! n when bradley asked her dad abt it his response was essentially “guess she didn’t love us enough to stay”. as bradley’s got older tho n become (without intention) more involved in the business side of things, it’s become pretty clear there was far more to the story. they had a horrible marriage n tony ws quite violent at the best of times, which didn’t help the fact tht alyssa ws struggling a lot w severe depression n rly just... not in the mindset to b dealing w anything else on top of tht, even where motherhood ws concerned. bradley p much... would look after her a lot n they’d both b scared of her dad n it was just a whole mess. ANYWAY im rambling bt basically tony (bradley’s dad) gt wind of alyssa sleeping w men tht worked fr him n he just... Got Rid. bradley’s kind of worked out over the yrs tht her mum didn’t jst leave on her own accord n tht something must hav happened to her bt she’s too scared of her dad to ever directly accuse him

when her mum went all of her dad’s cruelty pretty mch got channelled straight onto her. it ws diluted between two before bt as u can probably imagine her upbringing was jst.... a steep downhill decline frm tht point onwards

she learnt ways 2 deal w the incurring trauma bt they weren’t healthy ones at all! bsically jst. will do or take anything fr the vine. chases a thrill like it’s the only way to remind her she’s alive. has absolutely No Regard fr her own wellbeing n sometimes gets other ppl in trouble too bc she’s so insatiably reckless

high functioning alcoholic. if u ever see her w a coffee cup u jst kno tht one sniff will confirm high alcohol percentage. honestly idk hw she does it her liver must b yellin

she hd....2 separate stints of psychiatric hospitalisation n she never tlks abt it. like ever. acknowledging she’s been vulnerable is her worst nightmare n bc of the way her dad raised her she always thinks any sign of struggling within herself is weakness. truly does.... not kno how to properly Emotion

honestly. im probably missing a million things bc i kind of feel like a microwaved shrimp as i write this bt. basically her life is jst the worst a true... abomination! bc im evil like tht sometimes

loyal to a point of fault. if she cares abt u and u murder a man in cold blood she’ll brawl anyone that says ur guilty

honestly wld probably fight a person over anything. sometimes she’ll jst be having a bad day n she’ll burst n take it out on whoever says the wrong thing. a minefield!

has the worst luck in romance…. Ever. the majority of her past bfs hav been absolute BEASTS n as a result she kind of has the ‘romance is dead n love is a lie’ mentality

speakin of which i feel like she’s bi bt wldnt have dated a girl or anythin. like guys r probably.... her preference just bc historically theyv treated her worse n she hs a very self destructive personality like that. sexy!

dresses like courtney love, 2014 sky ferreira and a character from this is england had a baby. mostly wears stolen clothes from strangers and jackets that swamp her. hair is p much always a wild mess n she usually hd kind of smudgy/smoky makeup bcos apparently she’s allergic to combs and generally looking presentable… relatable content

personality wise she’s v sarcastic. sometimes blunt. kind of has a habit of.... assessing a person n she’s quite perceptive bc she’s been trained to b by the way she always has to monitor her dad’s expression fr the slightest emotion change. she’s quite confident n can p much mke a conversation out of whatever. sort of independent too like she hs a bunch of friends bt she doesn’t care abt going out places alone if she’s in a certain Mood n jst wants...... to get into chaos. she’s probably kind of known around campus bt itd b a 50/50 balance between bein known as intimidating n bein known as That One Girl tht always gets into anarchy

likes: fishnets, stealing cars, water guns and whiskey

dislikes: amy schumer, honesty, yellow tulips and going home

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i hate public bathrooms for all the obvious reasons but also because one time somebody in the next stall silently reached under and untied my shoe

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