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“Not really.  I like the freedom of be able to go when I want and where I want.”  Smiling, Mackenzie took the piece of gum and nodded.  “Nice to meet you, Emma.”  She winced as the bus bounced and she shook her head.  “This, is why my tire is flat.”

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“Yeah, mine has a flat.”  Mackenzie said with a shrug.  “But it’ll be fixed in no time.”  Sighing, she leaned against the seat.  She gave the blonde a small smile and nodded.  “Sure.”  She smiled.  “Thanks.I’m Mackenzie by the way.”

“Bus life not your cup of tea huh?” she mused, catching the girls sweet eagerness to have her car back. Emma didn’t mind the bus. Let someone else take the wheel so she could let her mind wander. “You’re welcome,” she answered as she passed a stick of gum to the brunette. “Hi Mackenzie. I’m Emma.”

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“Yeah, mine has a flat.”  Mackenzie said with a shrug.  “But it’ll be fixed in no time.”  Sighing, she leaned against the seat.  She gave the blonde a small smile and nodded.  “Sure.”  She smiled.  “Thanks.I’m Mackenzie by the way.”

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Mackenzie gave the blonde woman a nod and a smile.  “Yeah, I get that.  I usually drive but my car is in the shop.”  She explained.  “And the roads around here could use a repaving.”  Adjusting her bag on her lap, she tried to give the blonde a reassuring smile, praying to God that she wouldn’t vomit.

“Gotta love when cars pick the worst time to crap out on you,” Emma mused. “Mine isn’t in the shop but it’s on its last leg and I don’t trust it to last for longer distances. So I’m busing it and feeling like I’m back in middle school.” The road they’re on is indeed, rough. “Do you have any gum?” she asked the girl. “When rough rides make me feel squeamish sometimes chewing a piece helps. I’ve got some if you want.”

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Mackenzie glanced over at the woman on the bench and she gave her a weak smile.  “It’s okay.”  Twisting away, she gave the other woman some space.  “Are you...okay?  Do you need help getting home?”

Hero wasn’t a drinker. Sure, she’s had alcohol before, but she didn’t enjoy it. Yet after learning the truth about her father, all she really did was go to school, go the musical practice, and then go drink. She’d been out to the bars by herself to drink and she’s even went to the liquor stores and used her fake ID to buy really anything. And now here she was, stumbling around Dayton on a Thursday night drunk as a skunk. With a bottle of whiskey in a brown paper bag in one hand and a six pack of some god-awful shitty beer in the other, the tiny girl had been heading back to her apartment when she ran into someone. “Shit, fuck, sorry,” she muttered, stumbling back before grabbing onto a nearby bench. “I didn’t notice you,” she slurred, unable to look at them. She just wanted to get home and continue drinking and just cry again.

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“I might as well be next to you. I mean, I’m closer to thirty than I am to 21,” she remarked with an exaggerated shudder. “You don’t look twelve. You don’t even realize you’re actually kinda hot, right? Just saying.” Harper took a sip of her vodka soda and smiled at the younger girl cheekily, waiting to see her reaction to being called hot. 

Mackenzie shrugged.  “So?  30 still isn’t ancient.  And basically as long as everyone is of age, age doesn’t really matter.”  She sipped her drink, almost choking when Harper called her hot.  “There are a Million of people in this bar who are hotter than I am.”

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“Ah, to be 21 again.” Harper remarked in her best faux old lady voice before breaking out into a giggle. The woman gestured over the bartender and ordered a vodka soda and a couple of tequila shots. “The guy at the liquor store is an asshole. The rest of your tab is on me tonight. You only turn 21 once,” she said with a kind smile, eyes lighting up when the bartender brought over her drink and the shots. 

Rolling her eyes, Mackenzie gave Harper a small smile.  “Right because you’re ancient.”  She replied sipping her drink.  “It’s fine, I realise that I look like I’m 12.  I’ll live.  They at least let me in here.”  She motioned to the drink in front of her.

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It was a weekend night and Harper had one… okay, two things on her mind – getting fucked up and getting laid.  She was definitely dressed for the occasion, her petite curves being accented by a tight dress that revealed just enough cleavage to be tempting to anyone with eyes. After taking a couple laps around the club and looking for something interesting, Harper found herself disappointed, that was until she saw a pretty face she had run into a couple of times before. Harper immediately walked up to the bar and took a seat beside her, giving the girl a tipsy smile and nudging her gently with her elbow. “Hey hot stuff, you come here often?” She teased her. 

Sipping her drink, Mackenzie glanced up at gave Harper a small smile.  “Just turned 21, so no.”  She responded flatly, lifting her gin and tonic before taking another sip.  She was wearing a romper, one her of her usual outfits, her dark hair down.  “The guy at the liquor store didn’t believe my ID, so here I am.”

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Mackenzie stirred her drink with the straw, squeezing some lime into her gin and tonic.  It had been a long few weeks at school and it seemed like she would never get to know ANYONE in this town.  Maybe moving here wasn’t a good idea after all.  She sat and stewed, frustration obvious on her face.  Perhaps at the end of her year and lease it would be better if she just packed up and moved back home.

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Emma had a car. Technically speaking. It was just that on days that ended with a Y, said car liked to play a little game called ‘i’m not gonna start for you’. So here she was on the bus, oh god the fucking bus. Thank god no one had taken the seat next to her, or she might have cried. A dedicated gaze stayed locked on her phone, and though she wasn’t listening to anything, her headphones were on to give off the appearance that she was unapproachable. 

But then sometimes that trick just didn’t work. She heard the hey, heard the good warm, friendly intentions in it. Looking up, she smiled weakly as the bus went over a bump. “Hi,” she answered back. “Sorry, it’s my first time and all the bumps and sharp turns are making me a tiny bit queasy.”

Mackenzie gave the blonde woman a nod and a smile.  “Yeah, I get that.  I usually drive but my car is in the shop.”  She explained.  “And the roads around here could use a repaving.”  Adjusting her bag on her lap, she tried to give the blonde a reassuring smile, praying to God that she wouldn’t vomit.

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“Dying of boredom, baby, the usual.” She sighed through the phone. “I was gonna see if you were up to hang out, but school is much more important.” She explained putting the phone on speaker and pouring herself a glass of wine. “You should get back to studying hun, I’m sorry to distract you.”

Mackenzie shook her head.  “No no, I can study anytime.”  She said quickly.  “Let’s hang out.  Let’s do SOMETHING.”  She flopped onto her bed, her school work long forgotten.  “What do you want to do?”

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Mackenzie was deep in her textbook when her phone went off.  She glanced at it, contemplating if she should even answer the text.  When she saw who it was from, Alex closed her book and picked it up.  “Hey.”  SHe replied once she answered the phone.  “Studying.  Well that’s the plan so far.”  She commented with a sigh.  “What about you?”

It was mid day and Brielle finally woke up from one of her lengendary hangovers. She hates sleeping in so late but she’d rather sleep a day away than waking up and feeling like absolute garbage. She dragged herself out of bed took a shower and got herself ready for the rest of the day. But what was she going to do all day. The girl had no plans, and no shitty job to go to. It hit her, she’d call her good friend Mac! Maybe take her out for dinner and froyo. It’s been awhile since the two have gotten together and to be frank, Brielle missed her. She grabbed her phone and called Mackenzie. “Hey beautiful! what are you doing today?”

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“I will happily show you around, I’ve only been here a couple months, but Dayton is a pretty cool town. Where are you from?” Shane smiled at the girl. She wasn’t big on small talk, but when it was with a cute girl, she would suffer for it. “I love yoga, you should check out roommate’s studio. She would just eat you up,” she teased with a wink. 

“It seems pretty cool so far.”  Mackenzie said with a small shrug.  “I’m from here and there...we moved around as kid.  Ended up in LA, but decided I wanted things a bit...slower.”  She didn’t want to really explain why she ended up here, kicked off her show for drug use and all.  “I might have met her.  She seems cool.”  Mackenzie blushed slightly and crossed her arms across her chest nervously.

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“There’s no other way.”

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Mackenzie shrugged and gave the woman a small smile.  “Ummm no?  I don’t think that my professors would agree with me drinking in class.”  She shrugged and went back to focusing on her anatomy homework she had in front of her.  “Sorry.  I mean for staring, well for looking.”  Her face flushed a slight pink.

Some would say that she had a problem with alcohol, and those people weren’t exactly wrong, she was trying to slow down, and not drink as much, but it was hard. She kind of replaced the drugs for alcohol, got rid of one addict problem and went to another, it was exactly why, she always had her flask full of whiskey in her purse, and poured some in every drink she had, even coffee. She was sitting on one of the tables in the coffee shop, and took off her purse the drink that she loved to drink so much. She opened the flask, and poured some on her coffee, as she did so, she felt eyes on her, she couldn’t exactly blame them for looking, not everyone would mix alcohol and coffee, “What? If you haven’t tried coffee with booze, you don’t know what you’re missing.”

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Whatever it takes, I know I can make it through.

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“i think a lot of people come here for different reasons but at the end of the day they are here because they seek something.. a lot are lonely.. a lot are bored.. whatever the reason it doesn’t matter. there is no reason to be embarrassed or nervous.”” she said with a friendly smile. “i can leave- if you would feel more comfortable. “

When Val mentioned that she could leave, Mackenzie shook her head.  “Please don’t.”  She said, almost pleading.  “I’m not very good at...this.”  She gave the redhead a shaky smile.  “Sorry, I’m Mackenzie.  And I’m just...bad at this.”

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“oh well happy belated birthday then.” a tone of disappointment it was as though she wanted it to be the girl’s birthday so she could make her first time at the club extra special. when the girl said she was unsure why she came the redhead frown. “well- that isn’t very nice.” she admitted. “you are here now so you might a well enjoy yourself. everyone in here is here for the same reason, no need to be nervous.”

“To watch girls take their clothes off?”  Mackenzie asked quietly as she kept her eyes forward, not able to turn herself around to watch the stage yet.  Once she finished her drink, she stared down at her hands before taking a deep breath and peeking over her shoulder before looking away.