[center] [I]Well, the crooks are out 
 And the streets are gray 
 You know I wouldn't have it 
 Any other way[/I] [/center]

Her hips swayed to the music echoing loudly through the greenhouse. Speakers had been her newest addition to the little space, and being so far out on the grounds no one could hear anything. A wicked smile graced Genesis' lips as she took another hit from her joint. The entire greenhouse glowed with a hazy gray light, illuminating the smoke in the air as it swirled above her. Maurine had left for some conference, and had made sure to threaten her daughter enough to make sure Genesis would be going to sign up for classes.

[center] [I]Your mother's words 
 They're ringing still 
 But your mother don't 
 Pay our bills [/I][/center]

So what was she going to do tonight? Well it began with another foray into town to pick up some 'supplies', high as a kite, Jamison had chauffeured her around to different locations. She was invited to more than one party, but declined and escaped back to her house, soon escaping to her little green house. Lines of blow had been done some hours ago and now she had retired to alcohol and pot. She was so high, she felt like the music was speaking to her. Her hands wound through the smoke above her head as the music pounded on. Her sheer shirt showed hints of a black bra beneath, trashy and matched with a pair of tiny black shorts, the outfit had accentuated her slim figure. The clothing alone had made her a talk of the parties she had made an appearance at. No one in the two had anything else better to do than gossip anyways.

[center][I]A sinister kid is a kid who 
 Runs to meet his Maker 
 A drop dead sprint from the day he's born 
 Straight into his Maker's arms 
 And that's me, that's me 
 The boy with the broken halo 
 That's me, that's me 
 The devil won't let me be[/I][/center]

A giggle escaped her lips as she leaned over her desk, screens of the cameras around town cycling through. Another screen had been added alongside the main monitor, this was in charge of the music and whatever else tickled Genesis at the time. The still smoldering joint was perched between her pointer and middle finger as she clicked around the internet idly. Bent over the desk her hips still swung sensually to the beat, a smirk on her lips. Something about this song spoke to her, even when she wasn't in her current altered state.

[center][I] I got a tortured mind 
 And my blade is sharp 
 A bad combination 
 In the dark

 If I kill a man 
 In the first degree 
 Baby would you 
 Flee with me?[/center][/I]

Genesis stood back up and with another hit of her joint, stubbed it out in a beautiful crystal ashtray. It was the sort of ashtray used as a paperweight in most fancy homes, one that cost enough money for most people to never think about actually think about using it for it's intended purpose. A sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes and let the music take her again. The beat made her want to be touched, and she suddenly wished she had been smart enough to stay at one of the parties she had been invited to.

[center][I]A sinister kid is a kid who 
 Runs to meet his Maker 
 A drop dead sprint from the day he's born 
 Straight into his Maker's arms 
 And that's me, that's me 
 The boy with the broken halo 
 That's me, that's me[/I][center]

"The devil won't le me be..." Genesis belted out as the song came to an end.