silverlaker

I showed up at Poppy & Berns reception wearing a black mini with white knee high boots. A throw back to my favorite era. Sunset Drive was floating in a sea of white powder and liquid disaster. Bodies strewn about. Loud music. Shell in the corner with some dirty slag. Even grosser was Lucy graphically modeling her La Perla for Bern. Actually, Lucy looked damn hot. Fucking great tits and long ass legs. Eyes that begged for a good, hard fuck. Yeah, I really always fancied Lucy. Too bad about the herpes. But the fact that it was Bern she was slithering over was way too much. I mean where in the hell was Poppy? This wasnt a bloody wedding reception; this was just another party on Sunset Drive. Fucking hedonistic, overly indulgent orgy of intense, meaningless shit. Bartender, Ill have the usual.

I found Poppy in my old bedroom, a total mess, huddled in a ball. A thin film of disgust glazed over her face when she saw me. She was a fantastic liar. Poppy said nothing and so I kissed her. Salty tongues dipped in explanation. My hands fell onto her taffeta. I walked out.

Destruction and scandal were my initial intentions. But when I saw Poppy and the garden of medicated wannabes, I only felt sadand nostalgic.

I left through the back. No one really saw me
Such a cute outfit. Wasted.

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