<div class="floatleft">(http://img004.lazygirls.info/people/louise_cliffe/louise_cliffe_louise_cliffe_10_pTYYfVZ.sized.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elena Josephine  Evens<br/><strong>Time</strong>:about a year ago<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>:random NPC, Jack<br/>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=62629426)<br/><br/>Elena had been at the bar early that night, her fake ID in tow and booze flowing freely. Her father had past out early that night and she didn't mind taking a little cash and going to drink till she couldn't feel anymore. The young woman had gotten into a well set habit. But at this point she no longer cared. Like father like daughter she supposed. Maybe what her teachers said was true after all. But her thoughts weren't thinking about that at the moment. No they were on the drink that was currently in her hand. She was on her 6th mug of beer topping off a number of shots. Her body was starting to tingle and her mind no longer cared.<br/><br/>At the bar the few people that had collected around her, a great many of them men. Not doubt hoping to get lucky once she was done drinking her fill. They egged her on,<strong>"Drink...drink...drink.</strong>' they chanted as she worked at downing the glass of beer in her hand racing the man beside her. It wasn't every day you saw a woman that could out drink most men. Maybe her father had given her something after all?<br/><br/>As she finished Elena slammed her glass on the counter several seconds before the other man even got finished. A short cheer went on and she looked to the chump next to her. "<strong>Better luck next time, oh and that means you pay for the next few rounds doesn't it.</strong>"she smiled and laughed.<strong>"Fuck you, only reason you won was because your a whore with no gag reflex."</strong>the man cursed back at her. Clearly not liking the fact she had upstaged him twice already.<strong>"Aww you just hating that you'll never get to know yourself. No pay up and stop being a sore loser."</strong>Elena said already debating another drink.<strong>"Fucking bitch."</strong>he said under his breath and tossed some money on the bar. Elena rolled her eyes and waved the bartender down for another. Not realizing or really caring how angry the man really was over the whole thing. Not at the moment her hips swayed to the music that filled the biker bar, and the alcohol coursed through her veins. And that was all she cared about at the moment.<br/>