Your More Is Less

[rowanwillow]

- - YOU WERE ALONE BEFORE WE MET, NO MORE FORLORN THAN ONE COULD GET
HOW COULD WE KNOW WE HAD FOUND TREASURE HOW SINISTER AND HOW CORRECT
*IT WAS A LEAP OF FAITH I COULD NOT TAKE, A PROMISE I COULD NOT MAKE
- - - - - - - - - - my ashtray heart

The orange and red flames crackled in the fireplace. Rowan's small house was warm and homey. An apple pie scented candle was lit on her kitchen counter. It was perfect. Her sitting there in her jammies, a cup of hot apple cider in one hand, a book in the other, and Charlie her Border Collie Aussie mix curled up below her feet. It was a typical Friday night of course, her alone in her sweet oasis. She didn't mind at all, it just got too normal after a while. Plus, within a month she had finished four books, that was more than she ever read in all of her high school years. She wanted to do something she didn't usually do.

Rowan wasn't much of a party animal, she drank every now and then of course. But back in the day she partied until she almost died, and that's no understatement. Her recent laid-back lifestyle was relaxing but every now and then she had the urge to go out and let loose, and tonight was one of those nights. So it was decided. The Basement was going to be her go to place tonight. Getting up she set down her book and mug and headed off into the bathroom. After showering she blow dryed her hair and let her natural hair take control, thick with slight waves. She put on a little bit of foundation, just to even out her skin tone. Rowan never really got blemishes, but her skin was blotchy without makeup making her always look flushed and fever-ish. Ebony eye-liner slid across her upper lash line and her lashes were coated with mascara. To finish off the look she applied a rosy cream blush and some pale pink lipstick to her natural pouty lips. Running her fingers through her hair, she roughed it up a bit, going for a wild look rather than a neat one.

Her bedroom was spacious a big compared to the rest of the rooms in her rented home. It was just lovely. Decorated with pale pinks and teals, it gave off a vintage look. Old antique pieces furnished the room, it looked like something out of a magazine. Rowan always had a talent for decorating and design, she loved to let her creative style let go, and she didn't stop short when it came to her house. Making her way over to the closet she threw on some clean clothes. Looking in the mirror she turned to the side and examined herself from all angles. Lifting up her foot and grabbing the upper corners of where the black jacket parted, she smiled in the full length reflection. “Here we go.”

[/color] She said sighing. Charlie's ears perked up and he sat down next to her bed. It had been months since she had been out and actually done something. Tonight was going to feel weird, but deep inside her heart fluttered with excitment.

The keys to her 2010 Mustang were hidden in her purse that sat on her vanity. She made her way over to it, rummaging through the bag making sure she had everything she needed. Keys? Check. Phone? Check. Wallet? Check. She was good to go. Rowan left the fireplace to burn, it was almost low and here pretty soon it would only be lit coals. The pup curled up on his blanket in front of the fireplace and she let herself out into the garage. The Mustang was a graduation gift from her father. She had two vehicles, her truck happened to be over at the family's farm. Which was fine with her, if she was going to have a night on the town she was going to do it right. She started the beauty and let it warm up, flipped on the seat warmers, turned on the defroster and clicked the garage door opener. Shifting into reverse she backed out onto the gravel drive and shut the garage door once she was out. The car revved out of the driveway and onto Chester Avenue which was lit by the light poles that expanded down the length of the road.

As she accelerated faster the backlight behind the speedometer changed colors. She smiled. Her car was awesome, and she knew it. The Basement was a good ten minute drive. She lived in a small neighborhood outside of town. She had to stop by and feed her horses before she went anywhere so she pulled into Crossfire's parking, the gravel crunching under her tires. Quickly getting out of the car, she walked briskly down towards the stalls and filled Ego and Lady's hay nets. Careful not to get any on her outfit. She kissed Ego, smiled at the cfazy mare and walked back out to the car she left running.

Finally at around 11 o'clock she reached The Basement. “What an odd name for a club...”[/color] She thought to herself. She shrugged it off. Parking her car she sat there for a moment, really thinking if she should be doing this. Once she started drinking she really let loose. Embarrassingly, she was a light weight. A few martinis and she'll be the one dancing on the table. It was all about limits for her, but she was really craving a white russian. She sighed, turned off her car, grabbed her handbag and got out of the red sports car. Locking the door behind her she began walking towards the enterance. Not much has changed since she was here last, in fact she recognized a lot of faces. Deja Vu much? Heading towards the bar she sat on one of the stools and waited for the bartender. When he came around he recognized her, which was odd. She hadn't been there in around three months. “White Russian, am I right?”[/color] She smile and nodded. He winked and headed off. He was young and cute, but not her type. Rowan turned around and squinted through the flashing lights, trying to see if she knew anyone. Not one person caught her eye and she started thinking that this was a bad idea...

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i tore the muscle from your chest, used it to stub out cigarettes
LISTENED TO YOUR SCREAMS OF PLEASURE, WATCH BEDSHEETS TURN BLOOD RED
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OPEN. 1 0 1 5 WORDS. ROWAN WEARS THIS
TEMPLATE BY SPECIAL K !.