taste of poison [drew]

[lolita grace cassidy]

After a long and difficult day at work, all Lolita Cassidy wanted to do was forget about everything that she had taken part of earlier in the day. Being a police officer wasn't always what it was cracked up to be, things didn't happen in real life like they did on the television shows. A person had to find a way to cope with it, and for the night, Lola's way of doing that was going out to the club and letting the pounding music, lights, people, and alcohol work on her brain until it was no longer thinking properly anymore. Her apartment wasn't too far away from the club, good for her since she did plan on having a few drinks. She wasn't stupid enough to try and drive back home after that, and had a cab service number programmed on her phone in case things got too bad there.

On the way there, memories from the day couldn't help but pop up in her mind. Things had been quiet around the station lately, just standard calls without anything too exciting taking place. That's how the day had started out, then there was a call for backup at a domestic dispute and that's when things had gone badly. Another officer had gotten shot and after things were cleared up at the house, what officers that could be spared were up in the ER. When one of their own got injured, the whole station pulled together, it was something that Lola really liked about her job. Despite the politics that went on any other time, if someone got hurt everyone was there and that stupid sort of thing was left behind. She had sat in the waiting room, waiting to see if her friend would make it through. It was touch and go for a while but the wonderful medical personnel at St. John's Medical Hospital worked their magic and he was out of the woods. What had really gotten to her was watching his wife in the waiting room, and despite everyone's efforts to comfort her, no one could. The person that she loved the most had been hanging by a thread and there was nothing she could do about it. Although it seemed a bit selfish, Lola hadn't been able to help but think about who would be there for her if she got injured. She didn't speak to her family, she didn't really have a whole lot of friends aside from the other officers at the department, and there was no one waiting back home for her. Lola was a tough cookie, she often acted as though she didn't believe in the whole love thing that everyone was searching for, but truth was she missed having someone around that gave a damn about her.

Luckily the club came into her line of sight and as soon as she walked in the music that was blasting helped put such thoughts out of her mind. Aside for a distraction, she didn't know what she expected to happen at Maleficent for the night. Since she didn't really have a game plan in mind, she made her way up to the bar and took a seat. Catching the bartender's attention, she ordered a Jägerbomb and opened a tab for the night. Lola surveyed the club to see if anything interesting was going on, received her drink, and knocked it back. She ordered another and considered going out to the floor to dance.

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[drew adrian o'connel]

Yet again, Malificent was calling her name. There was something about the place... the people, the music, the drunken nights, the whatever else, that had it's appeal. Although she was never a dancer, or one to watch as strobe lights and multi-colored disco balls pounced off of sweaty people, there was just something about this place that drew her in. Maybe it was just that everyone in Elizabeth's Hollow eventually ended up inside the pounding walls, so she was bound to see someone she knew there. Or maybe it was the fact that it took in people from out of town. People she could get to know better... girls she could sleep with. That was probably why Drew liked the club. It was probably the easiest way to get a girl.

Tonight wasn't special. It was just another night to go out, have a few drinks, and maybe meet someone. And if she didn't meet anyone, that was alright. Getting drunk and just enjoying the atmosphere would be enough for tonight. Drew wasn't picky. Tonight would be different than most nights in the fact that she wasn't high. Actually, she hadn't been high in a few days. Work had been busy, so she hadn't had time to drive out of town to meet a dealer. The days had been long and she'd just ended up going to bed. Plus, she needed the money she made for rent and food. Tonight she was just going to get drunk and enjoy herself.

Drew left her apartment later in the night than she normally would. By the time she got to the club, things were sure to be heating up and that was when she wanted to be there. Her dark boots made very little noise as she walked down the street, wishing she'd worn more than just a black button-up and her favorite pair of jeans. Frowning at herself, Drew reached into her back pocket and took out her pack of cigarettes. These would probably make her feel better. She lit one, sticking her other hand in her pocket and walking at a slightly quicker pace. When the club came into view, she was almost completely done with the smoke. Drew tossed it to the side, smiling as she walked through the doors and made her way through the crowd to the bar. "Ah... can I have an Irish Carbomb?" she asked before turning back to look at the surrounding mixed chaos. This was just what she needed.

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