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Dakota finished washing the stench of alcohol and weed from her body, so she reached outside the shower to grab a towel when she realized, with a drop in her stomach, that she had forgotten to get one. "Fuck,” she muttered, biting her now clean nails, and stepped out of the shower to hustle towards a towel, when she slipped. “Jesus mary fucking christ!” The pain that shot through her skull on impact with the wet floor was sharp and serious, and the world started to spin around her. “Fuck, is that blood? Goddamn. Somebody, please, fucking help me.”

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“Mmhmm,”  Dakota murmured, rolling her eyes. A lot of people liked to compare the two girls, but she couldn’t see a sliver of similarity between them. “Let me know how prideful you’re feeling in 30 minutes when that edible hits you,” she smirked.  

“I’ll accept that as an apology, Dakota. Since I know those five letters probably haven’t left your mouth since you were in the delightful prepubescent years.” A smile couldn’t help but display itself across her face; it meant that she had won, that she was victorious in the tiny battle of junkie vs. sober. For tonight, at least. 

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“Pub; shots sound amazing,” she leaned up with a smile, ready to have a night out with one of her few friends in the house. I mean, it helped to know that whenever either of them got a little alcohol in their system they were sluts for each other, and Dakota desperately needed to be slutty for a night after breaking up with Ezra again. “I’m buying! Call a taxi.”

She flashed a thankful smile towards Dakota at the response. That was exactly what she’d been looking for. “You choose,” she replied. “I just want to get out of this house for a bit.” Quinn was dying to get out and do something really. And the fact that Dakota was in made it better even if she didn’t seem as enthusiastic as Quinn was for it. 

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Dakota’s entire body was warm, her heart beat as quick as the beat of the music, and her tight black dress had caught the interest of plenty hot people that night. She was well-aware of the success her friend was having, and happily encouraged the guy bumping and grinding on her own ass to continue. The music was loud, so talking was out of the question, but she knew the exact question Winnie directed at her. Go home with these guys?

She playfully looked back at the guys face - would he be worth the inevitable argument with Ezra? Yes. That Italian jawline was delicious and she could feel his practically erect dick rubbing into her back, so of course she was willing to catch a ride. 

Winnie’s pill melting on her tongue ignited a laugh from Dakota, and she smiled encouragingly at her. Turning to face the guy - who had introduced himself as Luciano - she leaned up to land a kiss on his neck and say, “Me and my friend are ready to get out of this place, if you are!” 

Luciano nodded, kissing her on the lips as a response. Dry, teethy, and rough - the kiss wasn’t fireworks, but it didn’t bother her. As long as he had as nice a house as his Tonino Lamborghini watch suggested, and had more of those delightful looking pills that his friend did, she was game. He grabbed her hand so they could start manuvering through the crowd of dancing people, and Dakota reached out to grab Winnie's. Their night was about to officially begin. 

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@dakotagriff  |  At least a couple hundred bodies were pulsating around her, each and every one of them more attractive than Winnie could handle. But there was one person in particular she was rolling her hips against, swaying with the beat pounding in on them from every direction. A pair of soft, wet lips were pressed to her neck as she felt the taller man behind her let his fingers wander all over her body. Rob –– or, Ron, or Bob, whatever his name was –– was set on taking Winnie back to his place. But she had just got here and she was here with Dakota. But the tiny little happy pills had also made themselves useful in her system and before she knew if, she was kissing the fine and very well-built blond. Lucky for Winnie, he had a treat for her and she could already feel, seconds later, how wonderful the pill he had kissed into her mouth would be. 

Her eyes met with those of Dakota’s green ones. Winnie directed a knowing, encouraging look her way before she confirmed her ride home, to her best friend. Potentially both of their rides, since one of the guys she saw her future hook-up come in with, had made himself obviously interested in Dakota. She stuck her tongue out to her friend ( quite excitedly ), to show her the melting little pellet she had just been gifted with.   

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Dakota stumbled out of the bathroom stall to see Cleo waiting, not really hearing anything the girl had said. “I’’m...” she murmured, and then collapsed to the ground. “Ouch,” she said, head spinning. “I’m going to stand. Help?”

“–Hey, you’re not about to pass out on me already, are you?” Hopefully not for Cleo herself was far too trashed to be capable of acting like a responsible human being. “That’s weak as fuck, please don’t embarrass yourself.”

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@dgriff: get drunk & write a new song, yay or nay?

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Dakota lay on the couch next to Quinn, her thumb swiping left on the excessive amount of chavs on Tinder. She moved her phone over to lazily look at Quinn, semi-interested in what she was saying. “Pub or club?” she asked after a moment of silence, deciding she wouldn’t mind a night out either. 

       “So when is something fun happening next?” The girl tapped out an anxious beat on her leg, unable to keep still for even a moment. Quinn was bored and ready for something interesting to happen. Anything would do at this point. “I think a night out is in order really, but I’m willing to settle.”

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“Whoa, I’m way too high for this babe, but thanks for this little... lesson, or whatever.” Dakota’s eyes widened a little - she herself could be a pretty high strung bitch at times, but Dillon literally had no chill ever, and it was exhausting. 

“Andy Hurley, Beau Bokan, Chad Gilbert, Soupy Campbell, Patty Walters, Winston McCall. Do you know who those people are? They’re people who are intelligent enough to realize that drinking, smoking and shooting up fucking heroin isn’t key in having an enjoyable time. Why am I here? Because without me Dakota, your precious fucking instruments don’t get tuned, your stages don’t get up and they don’t get deconstructed. Without me you don’t get spare hands when you need it. Without me your instruments just get taken, switched out, untuned and left for shit. Without me half of the shit that you think magical fucking pixies do before a show, doesn’t get done. Without me, you crash and burn. So how about you learn the fucking job roles of the crew that help you before you start running your mouth? I’d want to see you try and do this shit.”

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“Not my fucking problem; but if you hate all us,” she did air quotes, “’junkies’, then don’t be a roadie for a band maybe? Like honestly, why are you here.”

“Here’s a fun idea, how about all the fucking junkies in the house keep their shit to themselves.”

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Dakota stepped back, a bit offended. “So...you don’t want any pills?”

Realizing Dakota wasn’t as keen as her question was, Gunner raised his eyebrow as a few moments of silence passed, trying to save his skin and keep his secret. He let out a slight chuckle, trying to look a bit confused. “I was kidding… you know that, right? Shit, Dakota, I thought your sarcasm reader was better than that,” he teased.

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Dakota raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised, but didn’t comment. She wasn’t one to judge, especially when it came to drugs. “Alright, no problemo.” She bit her bottom lip. “I’m out, text me if anything changes.”

“What, when we’re all crammed in a couple of buses together? No,” he answered sarcastically, but a slight smile lingered. “Uh…” he thought about how hypocritical Eli might think he is, especially when he condemns Eli and Talia about their own usage. “Uh, yeah, sure, if you wouldn’t mind?”

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“Oh my god,” she laughed, hands excitedly holding on to Talia’s. “I think I may need to be more intoxicated for this.”

Talia jumped up from where she was sat and grabbed Dakota, looking straight into her eyes like the mad woman she was. “Honestly, ‘Kota? I don’t want to go anywhere let’s just dance. Let’s dance, please.” She spoke with a laugh, shaking the blonde girl, her eyes not focusing on one spot for too long.

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“I think I’m ready to go? What do you think?” she asked, looking down at her outfit and up again with raised eyebrows. “Should I put on sluttier clothes or nah?”

“Right,” Cleo laughed. Whatever all of this was supposed to entail. Dakota probably wasn’t sure either in her state. At least she wouldn’t be in completely horrible company now, the girl was bound to make the rest a lot more bearable. “Sounds good to me. I’ll make sure you don’t drink – believe me, if there’s a drink in your hand at any point, I will down it – and we’ll just have a good time. Far away from all the infuriating Ezras of the world. You’ll love it, I know it,” the brunette concluded with a triumphant smile. “Are you ready to go already or do you still need a minute?”

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“You are so fucked, Talia. But this little guy is bloody adorable, so I’m not gonna complain.” Dakota smiled, scratching the dog behind is soft ears. 

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Middleton Management, the company that Misguided Ghosts was signed to, enjoyed making the crews life Hell. I mean sure, they put them up in a huge house rent free. They allowed them to do whatever the hell they wanted. But I mean, they were scary, and sometimes if Talia got one note wrong the boss couple would bite her arse off. It was scary. For once, though, Talia liked the management - she liked anyone who gave her money. £350, to be exact. The rules on spending the money was clear; clean up for upcoming interviews. AKA, buy clothes, shoes, get your hair done, make up, etc. So, Talia being Talia… She did something she wasn’t supposed to do. “But a puppy will make us all look good,” She whined, nuzzling her face into the new addition of the family as she got berrated by her friend.

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“Yea,” she chuckled, “sorry bout that. Just don’t eat random food in this house, I guess? Especially if you want to stay...sober.”

“You’re kidding right?” Dillon inhaled a tight breath; one that would be used to calm her, to ensure she didn’t completely lose her mind with Dakota. Her fists clenched before they relaxed, wrapping up the burrito in its cellophane before allowing it to simply sit there. “Are they seriously that fucking stupid? We’re not all shroom-dependent like the two of them.”

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£350 = “a dakota kind of makeover” 

They said ‘look like less of a heroin addict’, so I fucking did. I went out, bought some twirly ass dress, got my nails done, cut my hair, bought some expensive makeup, and then sat myself down at some vegan coffee shop in London where Winn took a pic of me looking done as fuck. 

Worst day of my fucking life. Could’ve bought so many pills with that. u G H.

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“Course babe,” Dakota smiled, “take as many as you want. Tonight will be fucking great.”

“My wish granting, beautiful, precious, mermaid friend !” She said without catching her breath as she took the recommended amount from Dakota. “Can I have a third?” They seemed necessary to have a good time, especially with Winnie having to try and sober up for the previous few hours. “I’m sure you’ve got more, wherever those came from.”