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[sub][i]Featuring Heather Duclerc[/i][/sub][/center][hr]
Heather’s companion didn't bother to provide his own name. Instead, he surprised her by launching straight into a short version of his life story. Judging by the ferocity with which he spoke about it, it was obvious that he wasn't one to say these things aloud, but that whenever he did the words came from a place of frustration and bitterness. Strangely, he reminded the young woman a lot of herself, back in the early college days in which she would rant her family frustrations at her roommate/ex-girlfriend Stacy, only so they could end up in bed together as a way of consolation. 

It was weird and surreal to see a reflection of oneself in a stranger.

The young man started out his rant with comments about his sister, and how his parents accepted her even if she was the one that gave them the most headaches. On this manner, Heather remained neutral and refused to form an opinion. From the few things he’d said her about this Ava girl, she was pretty much the Mossos version of Heather- minus the acceptance part, of course. Christopher and Marietta would never accept anything less than perfection.

Then he switched gears to focus on his brother, who turned out to be the same guy that was the source of her cousin Audrey’s never-ending soap opera. According to this guy, Alexandros was the family favorite no matter how many times he screwed up. He was also apparently a manwhore who didn't protect himself. That particular bit of information gave Heather cause for concern (as seen by the frown now visible between her brows), especially because she knew Audrey had been intimate with Alexandros. She would very much cause bodily harm to anyone that messed with any of her family members- no matter how annoying they could get with her. Even so, Heather couldn't help but sent up a silent prayer: [i]May God bless her cousin with his holy protection from all evil and illness.[/i]

It was in this moment when the guy chose to look at her. From the dead serious look on her face, he probably thought she was displeased about his tone, because he chose that moment to finish off his rant. He let out the rest of his pent-up anger by letting out a snarl and destroying beyond recognition the last bit of his cigarette.

There was a moment of silence before Heather spoke up slowly. [color=BC8F8F]“[i]Well[/i]… Looks like [i]you[/i] could use another cigarette…”[/color] the young woman commented, starting to pull out her lighter and another round of cigs from her handbag. However, she was stopped by the young man’s mention of her name and his comment on how he would need something stronger if he was to get through the rest of the evening. When she turned to him with a questioning look in her green eyes, the dark-haired woman noticed the blond male had pulled out a small, dainty vial from his pocket, and was waving it tantalizingly in the air for her to see.

Heather took one glance at the vial with its powdery contents and felt her the corners of her mouth turn upward. How convenient was it that the one person who chose to join her in this moment of relaxation happened to carry around one of her old solutions to ignore the world and its ridiculous demands? Drugs and an unknown, handsome face sharing similar family issues like her own... It was as if destiny was conspiring for this particular Thanksgiving to be a rather [i]interesting[/i] one.

With the smirk still in place, Heather motioned for the guy to pass her the vial. [color=BC8F8F]“How do you think I got through coming home for college breaks?”[/color] she said, in answer to his earlier comment about her Delilah, while she opened the vial and scraped a bump of the white powder with the nail of her index finger before passing it back. The dark brunette loved her sister to death, but she was the first to admit that the munchkin’s high-pitched voice was only tolerable up to a certain point.

[color=BC8F8F]“A toast: to dysfunctional families.”[/color] Heather declared, raising her finger up at the male as if it were a shot glass. [color=BC8F8F]“Bottom’s up.”[/color]

The young woman ducked her head, placed the back of her pinkie fingernail with the white powder under her right nostril, and took a long, abrupt snort. 

She felt her eyes widening as the effects of the fairy dust hit her in record time, and she blinked rapidly as her widened pupils adjusted to her surroundings. [color=BC8F8F]“Shiiiiiit… That’s some good stuff right there. Hit the spot instantly.”[/color] Heather commented, staring at the vial in amusement. [color=BC8F8F]“It's good I only did a bump, ‘cause any more than that would have probably knocked me the hell out,”[/color] she chortled, wiping her nose with the side of her index finger and giving a few sniffs to make sure no evidence of her misbehavior remained. 

She turned to the male with a relaxed smile, her serious demeanor now lessened- no doubt influenced by the drugs in her body. [color=BC8F8F]“So, Fairy Godmother, we should probably head back inside before my sister decides to bless our ears with her heavenly screeching again.”[/color] Heather said teasingly, looking at the guy with a mischievous expression, lip biting included.