Stupid unreliable vampires... But then again maybe she was the stupid one. Thinking that she could keep Jason interested in her for even the few months that she had him. Well, at least she had time to find a place for school... She was pretty sure she'd have to stay in the dorms anyway, something she wasn't looking forward to.

"Hey Max... Can I get another?" She smiled weakly at the bartender who shook his head with a sigh. It was evident something was up with her. He knew the girl and sure she liked to come for the atmosphere, she hardly ever drank. Well, except for recently. But he knew she didn't drive, so it wouldn't really be a problem anyway.

"You getting ready to go to the University huh?" He asked, trying to cheer her up a bit. But it didn't work.

"Yeah... Not sure I want to... I kinda wanna get out of this place, ya know? I wanted to see a bit of the world before just... Chaining myself somewhere..." She muttered. And Jason would have done that. He would have taken her anywhere for any reason. She'd wanted to be like him. So she could have someone who actually cared about her in her life.

Stupid, hormone riddled, naive human girl... She muttered to herself.

She didn't know why he left, but she wanted to. She wanted to know if it was something she'd done, or just something as simple as he got bored with her. It didn't matter the reason, he was still gone, she was just curious.

"Hey Max... Do I smell bad?" She asked, blinking slightly.

He only shook his head with a smile. "You really are something kid." He chuckled.

God... everyone here is so young... ah well. Thats what I get for picking a place at random... Carri was looking for somewhere to dance. Not strip. Not act horny while the camera rolls. Not do anything in particular other than shake her hips, bump and grind, and sway to the beat. Obviously picking places at random without even reading the signs wasn't really a good idea. But it would do for now.

Strutting out onto the dance floor in her eight inch stripper heels and her favorite little jean mini seemed like a good place to start. These are a bunch of 16 and 17 year olds... well...hell, I'm only here to dance anyway. But jesus.. I hope I dont see anyone I know... ugh. And out she went, shaking and swaying. It'd been way too long since she'd just let loose, and these little kids werent going to ruin this for her.

One of them bounced over in his bright clothes and gelly bracelets from 1999 and tried to maneuver her into his off beat two-step dance, and he didn't look like he could possibly be any older than fifteen. But fuck the prude that would tell her not to dance with him. Who gives a shit? I'll grind on him if I want. Its not like I'm trying to seduce him...

Twenty minutes later, drenched in sweat and showing signs of a boner, the boy bounced off to find another dance partner after she decided she was thirsty. Just disappearing was easy for her on the dance floor, so that fat kid dancing behind her became her new partner for less than three seconds before she twirled off to drink central.

The bar was lit just as brightly as the rest of this goddamn establishment, so snatching a drink was next to impossible. Not even really contemplating the idea for any more than a few milliseconds, she plopped down next to some teen girl who was definitely looked depressed but too young to drink. Well who the hell am I to judge anyway? I've been drinking since I was eleven... This bartender was pretty cute, too. She clicked her tongue and shouted, "Hey, yo, boo! Can I get a black russian? I need some caffeine, love." Turning to face the sad girl, she spoke in a slightly lower voice. "Hey baby, whats wrong?"

She frowned as someone talked to her and her look got even more disapproving, almost disgusted as she saw the 'woman' next to her. Everything from her boots up to her probably fake breasts that looked far too big for her shorter and more slender frame, screamed 'hooker'. Ugh. Maybe she needed to get new hang out places. Not ones with a bunch of newly graduated prat guys and hookers looking to shark some money out of them.

"Yeah. My life's not bad enough to start taking advice from someone like you." She managed to keep the sneer out of her voice, but the look on her face was anything but polite. "Just normal teen stuff, I'm sure I'll get through it."

She looked away pointedly then, wondering if she should just walk away.

How could someone degrade themselves like that? Hell even if she wasn't a hooker, how could she walk out of the house dressed like a damn slut? Didn't she have any self-respect? Didn't she want someone to take her seriously as more than someone who could give a good blowjob?

She snorted slightly and shook her head to herself before taking a sip of the Midori Sour. Maybe her grandparents were right... Maybe the world was litlerally going to hell, tearing itself apart with the decay of humanity. Sounded about right...

Carri was very familiar with the look she got from this girl. In fact, she was way too familiar with it. But she would pretend not to notice. Like always. She would pretend not to care. Pretend not to mind that almost all the woman she met wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole. Being bisexual was kind of depressing when you could only get half of the designated audience to notice you.

Carri liked men and all, but it was starting to get to her that no woman or even girl for that matter had looked twice at her, or even once in a positive way, since her debut as a porn star. Maybe I should have rethought that offer... She could have turned it down. But she didn't. And what happened? Everything in her life, besides money, had gone downhill ever since. And to think she was going to try and befriend this girl.

Who is this little bitch anyway? I bet she automatically assumed I don't care about myself. Whats new. People are all goddamn assholes after all I guess...

This girl was obviously going through more than 'normal teen stuff', but it really wasn't any of her business, so Carri decided to push her luck in a different direction for a first time.

"Well excuse me then. God, I was only trying to be fucking friendly.You looked like you needed someone to talk to. Try and not judge a book by its cover next time, okay? God." She tossed a fifty dollar bill at the bartender and snatched her drink, stalking off and thinking Jesus christ! I guess this night is ruined early. Once again. Goddamn. "Little bitch..." She muttered as she walked towards the super bright exit sign on the opposite side of the room.

"Please." Skylar snorted. And she almost giggled. Skylar... What a perfect stripper name, or a hooker or anything else in that line. "Honestly tell me that you're happy with the choices you've made in life." She challenged. "Tell me that you would do the same things over again if you could have the chance." She was pretty damn sure that she wasn't judging a book by it's cover. She had a good sense about people, which was why Jason's sudden departure and rejection had thrown her off. She hadn't seen it coming, hadn't sensed that anything changed.

"My parents never loved me either, but you don't see me screwing every guy I come across so long as he pays." Well, the parents thing was true enough for her, but it was a stretch for the other girl perhaps. Seeing as how Skylar didn't know the other woman's story. Still, she didn't have to end up this way. She could have gone a different direction with her life.

"Better to be my own bitch than someone elses." She said with a smirk.

Yeah yeah... So she was being a little bitchy... Had to send the pain somewhere though... And having other people deal with it might be a cop-out, but it felt better once it was off of her.

Pivoting slowly around to see this girl better, Carlyn stood with her mouth hanging open for almost a full minute before she even contemplated responding, and when she did the hurt could be heard in her tone, and she could feel the lump forming in the back of her throat.

“It’s not like I do this for fun! I can’t just sit around on my ass and be unproductive… money doesn’t grow on trees. I mean jesus christ! At least I’m in shape… and I have bills to pay, and mouths to feed, and… and nothing is free! I wish I could do something else, but I can’t! A--and…I…uh…”

At this point tears were streaming down her face and she was feeling the depression sinking in. Again. Now sobbing, she slumped down onto a barstool next to the girl. Carlyn shakily wiped the mascara from her eyes with the back of her hand, only to discover a black, oily mess on her hand.

“Ugh, whats wrong with me…?” she asked this girl.

Skylar glared mercilessly at the other woman, her head still held high. So what if she'd hurt her. Maybe it would be a good fucking wake-up call for her. So she wouldn't be some useless wasted woman in a few short years.

"You can get a real job." She snapped. "Yeah, times are tough, but you don't see me selling my goods on the street. There are places that are always hiring, they might suck but at least you don't have to."

A power trip? Maybe. It felt so damn good to see someone else in pain, see someone else hating their life besides her. She knew it was wrong... Knew that her grandparents would be disappointed in her. But she didn't care. Knowing that someone was in the same sort of pain she was made her feel better now, and now was all that mattered to her anymore.

Jason had left her without so much as a goodbye. He'd lefter her eager to join a new world, one that she would have been for once in her life happy, someone who'd really wanted her. But now, even he hadn't wanted her it turned out.

Focusing on her own issues made it easier for Skylar to ignore the woman. She hardly looked over as the woman spoke again. "Fuck if I know... Forgot to buy waterproof mascara?" But the sneer was gone, replaced by a more casual indifference.

"Sky-baby..." One of the bartenders came up, the youngest, one who'd been a friend of hers in school. "What's gotten in to you? I know you're not drunk." He muttered. "So what's with the fucking attitude? She hasn't done anything to you."

"Look Lex... I don't need advice from a stripper, a hooker or whatever the hell she is." She snapped at him, though she did try to keep her voice lower. "Besides. I hate it when people go around 'aww what's wrong? let me fix it for you' and they're all fake and just want to make themselves look or feel better by pretending they care."

Lex snorted. "True enough, but you don't have to be vicious cause one guy left you. He pro-" He cut off as she glared up at him with eyes that were itching to have laser beams. "What! News travels babe. Everyone at school knew you were hanging out with that college guy. Bets were going around if you'd ever slept with him too. But odds were with the 'no's as you're too much of a goodie goodie for that." He grinned.

"Shut the fuck up.... You don't know anything about that Lex! No we didn't have sex, so you can go tell all the guys that I'm still a pathetic little girl." She snapped. "Get the fuck away from me. Where's Max?" She grumbled, hunching over and retreating back into her little shell as she sipped angrily at the drink.