<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WhLMo14.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Chloe  (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268436.msg13236818#msg13236818)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Black hoodie, black jeans, black and white snickers<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday | June 9th, 2017<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Chloe’s place<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Bad acting<br/><strong> TAGGING:</strong>Phillip<br/><br/><hr/><br/>They had to hitch a ride from Old Margaery's and Chloe didn’t mind it at all. They walked for a bit as she clung onto him as if for dear life until they passed by his car, the traitor that failed him in the middle of the road. She found it a bit funny, or was it - again -the liquid fire she drank? The two of them stood there for a while, waiting for someone to pass by and they were both oddly silent. There had been times, many times when the silence hadn’t bothered them at all. When a car finally came around, it stopped for them and they both got in the back. The driver was old enough to tell them stories about his grandkids and understanding enough to skip the preaching part about drinking and fornication. He gave them none of that “young people these days” or “shouldn’t you call your folks” but told them what a sweet couple they make and how they remind him of his first dance night with his darling Bess. Chloe didn’t roll her eyes as she usually did in a similar context. She just leaned against Philip’s shoulder and closed her eyes, pretending to fall asleep.<br/><br/>When they reached her house they thanked him, said goodnight and got in through the backdoor. Her mom was taking nightshifts again and they had the whole house to themselves. It happened before, but never this late in a long time. Not since middle school. She didn’t need to tell him where her room was. And he found it unchanged. Same art supplies taking most of the space, same dark, eerie posters with pentagrams and aliens decorating the dark purple walls. It wasn’t a tidy room. And she didn’t have a large bed.<br/><br/>“Want a beer?” she asked flopping on the bed with her snickers still on. She didn’t look sick at all. Just…fidgety.<br/>