<div class="floatleft">(http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii130/Chasseybaby/pinkiller_30_zps8d85d8c4.jpg)<br/><strong>Tessa<br/>Troublemaker/Artist</strong><br/></div>Tessa groaned as Stefy started bitching which was really bring down her buzz. She had a mind to take her make shift crowbar across her pretty little face but was surprised when one of her little minions came over a took a hit from her joint.  She smiled at the girl and nodded, putting the bud to her mouth and took another deep drag and flicked the end out the cracked window. “No problem…” She leaned back against the wall listening to Nate play his guitar. Everyone seemed to fade away as the music made the room less crowed. Nate was such a talent with his fingers. Plucked the strings and moving to the right cords with delicacy. He was also cute to boot, in her book. Painting him would be the ultimate high for her.  She wondered if he would let her draw him naked… What? What was that? She shook her head and rubbed her face. What was the matter with her? Nate didn’t like her, no one in this room liked her so why was she daydreaming about Nate naked? She jumped from the desk and rummaged through her bag and pulled out her stash of weed and looked it over. Pissed she threw it back in her bag and pulled out her half opened tequila bottle. Twisting off the cap she took two gulps and took a few deep breaths.  Her skin felt too tight for her body and the lack of air was making her way too hot. Bad weed, she concluded, unaware of the avrodesiacte moving about the room.<br/><br/>She turned to the others and noticed Max collecting clothes and made her way over. She threw in her leather jacket, making sure to take out her smokes, lighter, and car keys from the pockets. She then stripped off her Avenge Sevenfold shirt, leaving her in an electric blue leopard print bra. She let out a sigh of relief as her skin felt a bit cooler without her clothes. She turned to the others with her hands on her hips as she dared anyone to say something. Scars and cigarette burns littered her bod, and were covered up by tattoos of little monster of Dracula, Frankinstein, and other 1930’s 1940’s horror monsters.  She hid her past monsters with her little ones to remind her not to be scared of anything.<br/><br/>She picked up her bag and started pulling whatever she thought would be usefully to them. Another bottle of booze, vodka, a box of Twinkies for when she got high, a half opened bag of Doritos from lunch, and a bottle of vicoden, for when she was injured during roller derby. She shook the bottle at Brad and set it on the desk as she clipped her bag closed and set down on the floor. She knew what Brad was going through was hell, having the same injury herself many of times on the rink. She was surprised he didn’t ask her for her help but shrugged it off as him being to chicken to ask a woman for help. The nerd, Dyllan? Looked a bit green after pulling a bone back into place and rolled her eyes.<br/><br/>Tessa sighed as she opened the box of twinkies and gave a soft smile. She remembered her first twinkie with Paul when they were kids. She didn’t have lunch again, her mom was passed out on the couch and her step dad had walked out the night before. She sat alone at the lunch table at school and Paul had been nice enough to share his with her. Slipping the twinkie in two, he gave her the bigger half because he said she would be addicted with just one bite. She loved twinkies ever since. Pulling out two, she  looked over at her long time friend and wondered why they lost touch. She brought the food and the bottle of vodka over and smiled down at him. “Seat taken?” she asked holding out the sweet treat to him. “I heard they are addictive…” She felt dizzy and hot again as she watched Paul. His hair was still perfect, she always liked his hair. She use to think what it would be like to run her fingers through it, or to pull it while he… She shook her head mentally and took a deep breath. Yep, bad weed.<br/>