Let The Beat Drop *NotCensored/Mature*

 
 
 
 
 
Having a hangover from the night before was horrible. Cheyanne doesn't even hardly remember the night. Walking down the sidewalk, trying to find a place to stop and warm up. She was freezing her ass off in this autumn scene. She loves the cold, but doesn't know how to face it. She's still wearing the same outfit from the night before and it isn't an outfit you would see in this time of day. Wearing a shirt that's cut like a tank top, but flows out. It's black with sequence playing out as a raven. She wore three sliver, black and white necklaces around her neck. With a leather jacket covering the autumn chill and her sleeved tattoos on her arms. She's covered in tattoos, mostly on her arms though. Sleeves and one that's a feather turning into tiny ravens on her right side abdomen. Lower on her body is ripped dark grey leggings. Also a pair of combat boot that has mud and scratches on the bottom, who knows where it's from, probably from the night before. Her light, light blonde hair is curled, flowing to the front all the way down her chest and rest on her belly. She lives by herself, so she doesn't have to worrying about anyone lecturing her or waking anyone up. Chey ran away from home a few years back, since her mother married a man who tried act like her father. Her real father got in an accident and died. She ran away from home and moved into grandma's house on her dad's side of the family. She finished high school and now is a tattoo artist. She takes college classes online, but not on campus. It was her dream to go to a real college, but since the accident with her dad and her mom. Stuff went a different way. Chey now lives by herself, since her grandmother is in a nursing home. Chey doesn't visit her often, since her grandma is close to dying. She's only 65 yrs old, but she's also a smoker. Chey is a smoker as well, but she doesn't do cigarettes. Weed is more her thing, but she's not addicted as much as her friends are. But she doesn't focus on the past, she focuses on the future...
 
Still walking on the street, as her hair flows with the morning chill and her leggings giving no support at all for warmth. Her head still throbbing like crazy, Chey's memory only remembers the beginning and the end of the night. The beginning started out as everyone partying and a group playing spin the bottle. When it was her turn, she got paired up with a lesbian chick. She doesn't mind because she's lesbian as well. The chick took her hand and shoved her into the closet. The male locked them in there, mumbling a few snide comments before speaking up, "Only seven minutes. If you goes all the way, take it upstairs." They both shrugged and begin there business. It only went halfway, since the chick wanted her to meet her upstairs before the night is over. Chey smiled and fixed herself before exiting. Now before you know, Chey got drunk of coarse and ended up, waking up to two girls naked, laying beside her. She doesn't remember another girl coming in, but Chey notices the chick wasn't there with her. It was two different girls. She shrugged and dressed herself, kissing them on the cheek. She fixed her make up and left. Her car was back at the house, since a group of people picked her up. All morning she has been walking. Not knowing anywhere to go.
 
She did remember that there was a coffee shop up ahead, burying her hands in her jacket pockets. She dragged out a bus ticket and two dollars in change. She cursed under her breath, but she decides to go because they probably have the heater on. Walking inside she finds a girl cleaning table, male and female grabbing each other's hands, an old man smiling at her, and scenic female in the back. She smiles with her eyes behind her tinted sunglasses before moving over and sits across from the female. She had to admit, she's attractive for a scenic chick. Crossing her legs and leans back against the leathered cushions. Chey decided to pull off her sunglasses to reveal her think eyeliner and mascara. Her eye shadow was black to give a shaded tint to her icy blue eyes. Her lips were firing red, since the dry weather had made her lick her lips constantly. She takes off her leather jacket to showoff her sleeve tattoos up the length of her arms. Her tan skin goose bumped from her bare skin touching the leather couch before she leaned forward to rest her elbows on her knees, showing off a part of laced bra and cleavage. She spoke in innocent tone with a slight cockiness, "Chey, night to meet....?" She raised an eyebrow as her right boot began to tape on the wooden floor to a random beat she heard in a band once. She lowered her voice, seeming a bit causal then suspicious. "I'll go out and say it. You're attractive and you seem alone. Where's your boyfriend?" Chey wanted to know if this girl is straight, Bi, or lesbian, so she just gave a slight trick to the question.