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Post by Erin Silver Jeremiah on Sept 18, 2009 12:40:18 GMT -8
It had been days since Erin had gotten back home. After 4 months of being away, she was finally with her family again. But it wasn't the same. Maybe it would never be the same again. She felt as though they expected her to mess up, to go back to old ways. Maybe they were right.
Erin had just been wondering around, thinking, when somehow she ended up at Tonic. This was a bad idea, being around all this. Two months in rehab. Another two months in a mental institution. Why was she here? She couldn't handle being here. It was just too tempting, to tempting to order a drink, to start drinking again. She turned to leave, when she ran into someone.
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Post by jon on Sept 18, 2009 13:16:29 GMT -8
John on the other hand wasn't a rehab case but he should be the way he goes out and parties. It was natural for young man to go and get drunk a lot fall down wake up random wierd paces. He was here tonight because like every other night when he clubbed there was always a girl worth or unworth his time. He was dressed nicer tonight to full the guards out front he had been thrown out of this joint last year and sense then he had cut his hair a bit and put on some muscle. Features changed.
He was walking in when a girl was walking back out. He bit his lip as they smacked into eachother. He couldn't help but laugh this was the kind of thing he expected at school people were clutzy all over the place though. That was undeniable. "Well hi." he joked and raised a brow looking in the club then at the girl. "You scared?" he asked considering she was leaving. |
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Post by Erin Silver Jeremiah on Sept 18, 2009 13:33:54 GMT -8
Erin looked up at the guy. Since she hadn't lived around here before leaving 4 months ago, then no one would know of her problems. She could make a fresh start. You scared? Erin? Scared? Hell no. Actually, she probably was. She didn't want her dad to send her away again. She didn't want her family to hate her. But instead, she just put on a smirk. "Me? Scared? As if. I live for this sorta thing."
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Post by jon on Sept 18, 2009 14:06:56 GMT -8
John adjusted his watch and waited for the girl to spit out the few words that she had. He looked her up and down discreetly and smiled slightly she wasn't bad looking or anything. He raised a brow when she said what she had and shook his head some. "Yeah if you live for this sort of thing then why you leaving?" he asked her adjusting his weight. Why was he standing out here asking a total stranger random questions? |
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Post by Erin Silver Jeremiah on Sept 18, 2009 14:17:21 GMT -8
"I had a previous...engagement. But you know, I can totally blow that off." Erin smirked. What are you doing? She shook her head somewhat. "You know, I don't have to leave. What's your name anyway?"
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Post by jon on Sept 18, 2009 14:43:56 GMT -8
John nodded his head he wsn't really buying what she was selling or saying but he acted like he was. He smirked when she said she didn't have to go. "Then stay." he said encouraging bad behaviour but who wouldn't he was a guy that was his nature. Girls should no better. "John Forester and you are?" he asked |
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Post by Erin Silver Jeremiah on Sept 18, 2009 14:57:08 GMT -8
It wasn't like Erin wasn't used to this whole scene. Afterall, she had been a drug addict. Even a bit of an alcoholic. She did nothing but get in to trouble. With a smirk, she retorted. "The name's Erin Jeremiah. But everyone usually just calls me Silver."
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Post by jon on Sept 19, 2009 18:02:51 GMT -8
john watched her fiddle around and then throw it back at him. this was his kind of girl someone he could definitally hang with. he put a arm around her shoulders in a friendly manner. "well silver lets go and get a drink sha'll we?" he asked raising a brow. |
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Post by Erin Silver Jeremiah on Sept 19, 2009 18:19:40 GMT -8
"If you wonder, Silver's my middle name." She added. A drink? Erin thought that was a bad idea. But she wasn't about to deny getting a drink either. She smirked. "A drink sounds perfect."
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Post by jon on Sept 20, 2009 10:07:05 GMT -8
John smiled a little and nodded. "I heard you Erin." he said calling her by her first name so she knew he had heard what she had said earlier. People called her silver. He was a people. He watched at how hesitant she was but shrugged it off not thinking anything of it really. Maybe she was shy drinker. "Cool cool." he said as he walked with her to the bar ordering himself a beer and looked at her. "Whats your poison?" he asked raising a brow. |
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Post by Erin Silver Jeremiah on Sept 22, 2009 17:18:21 GMT -8
"A Vodka. Straight." That was one thing that Erin loved to drink before. No. You shouldn't be doing this.
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Post by jon on Oct 10, 2009 7:34:03 GMT -8
john shrugged and watched he amused as he got his drink and they served her hers. "start off hard end harder?" he taunted. |
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Post by Erin Silver Jeremiah on May 18, 2010 6:35:10 GMT -8
4 months! That's when she'd been sent away, but not when her life changed. Sure, the girl had secrets. Who didn't? But what caused Erin to change so drastically? She had been intelligent, a great write, sweet and caring. She loved everyone and everything. But exactly one year ago was when she started to change. At first, it just seemed like normal teenage rebellion. But it was so much more. Drugs, alcohol, even self-mutilation. She hated everyone, always ditched school. In fact, she rarely ever went. Erin snuck out, went to parties, stole...
Erin nodded. "That's how I always do it." She looked down at the drink in front of her and her mind flashed back to four months prior to now. Why she even started drinking, Erin couldn't remember. She just thought about what happened to her in the end.
Erin had had sex with a random guy while she was on both drugs and alchol. She ended up knocked up. But no way did she want to have a kid. And she couldn't get an abortion, not without her father finding out. So what had she done? She ran in the street, got hit and ended up with a miscarriage. She did it purposely, so she would lose it. But she spent the next 3 weeks in a coma. And that was when her dad decided to intervene. For two months, Erin was in rehab. And the two months after that she was put into a mental institution.
Now, she felt trapped. She didn'twant this guy to think she was chicken. But was it worth going back to how things used to be?
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Post by jon on May 18, 2010 8:42:45 GMT -8
John watched the girl intently, because it seemed to take her a long time to come up with her answer. It was like she was playing some sort of mind game with herself. He licked his lips have way watching through her though process she was a pretty girl, but she was trying to hard to either think or hide something and it was just a club just a drink and he was just a guy so he didn't know what she seemed so frantic about and well he was not sure he wanted to know. When you get involved in someone's history its kind of hard to get out of their future. Take Jenna DiMarco for instance he got into her basketball history and tried to prevent her future on his team, but her mother somehow managed to twist his team around and now she was a part of the lakehurst team ya-da-ya-da-ya-da.
When she finally spoke he almost missed what she was going to say or did say, but he caught the gyst of it and just shook his head. "Look, you don't have to drink if you don't want to...im not the guy to pressure a girl." okay so that wasn't completely true, but John wasn't here to get a girl smashed he was here to find the girl that wanted to get smashed, because ge was never the relationship kind of guy and he prefered one night stands. However he was not interested in forcing it upon a girl. Well, there was Melissa Lempke, but that was a different story.
He looked around and when he looked back he caught her staring at the drink. He took it out of her way and took it down. Then he stood up. "Let's go dance." he said holding out his hand. He didn't know why he drank her drink, but something told him to and well out of impulse he just went with it. |
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Post by Erin Silver Jeremiah on May 18, 2010 9:05:00 GMT -8
It was definetely tempting to drink. But really, she was actually glad that he had. No way did she want to end up in rehab again. Maybe resisting temptation was gonna be harder than she thought. Looking up at John, Erin smiled and nodded, standing up. She took his hand. "I'd love to."
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