@Yvain "Pfft! No way! E-cigs are for pussies!" Practically guffawing at her comment, Liz, as if to spite the scrawny brunette with a bird's nest on her head, took another drag off her cigarette. My was she a forceful one too. Really, if anyone dared to slap a cig out of Liz's mouth, either they'd be pounded into raw meat or stabbed Jack the Ripper style by her switchblade..which she just carried because it was badass.
"Eh, fuck it. I'll quit when I'm dead." She mouthed off.
Well, there was one thing Nylah had pegged right, and that was Liz didn't really give a fuck about her, or being her friend. Her? Friend's with some stuck up bitch of a celebrity? Maybe next time she'd go skating on the freeway.
"Yeah, fuck you too." She muttered under her breath watching Nylah stroll away. Jeez...what a weird bitch.
Back on her skateboard she was then, lazily skating down the sidewalk, until her phone started buzzing. She stopped for a moment to check it, a message from
Zane, her bass player, popping up on screen.
]> Anarchy in LA bitches! Sum stupid celebrity gala shit goin' on tonight! Me and Deac gonna crash it! You in? Liz thought about it for a moment or so, then...here came that devilish smirk of hers.
]> Fuck yeah! \m/ Where's it at?