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Slate stood in the parking lot of the country club, looking at the building. He knew his parents were inside, probably talking to somebody important. His sisters were there too, hanging out with other children. His older brother was off at college, so that just left him. He never liked coming here much. Too many people expected too much of him here. He couldn't take it. Slate took one last inhale of his cigarette before blowing out the smoke and looking around. He pulled up his right sleeve and glanced around one more time before grinding out the cigarette on his wrist. He winced at the pain, but smiled slightly, and pulled his sleeve back down over the old scars and the new one that wasn't even a scar yet actually.

Slate then walked inside the country club. He saw his parents who motioned him over. They were talking to someone improtant, just as he had guessed. And this is our son, Slate. his mom said. Slate, this is Mr.Goodman. she then told him. Nice to meet you. he said, shaking the man's hand. The man nodded and shook his hand and then continued to talk to his parents. Slate walked away, looking for someone, anyone really, to talk to. He went to another room, one of the lounges where most of the kids hung out to stay away from the parents, and sat down. Everything was clean, sparkling clean, and it made Slate nervous to even sit down for fear of messing something up. He wondered if anyone else felt like that sitting in here as he finally sat down. There were a few people here, none he recognized, but he hoped someone would come soon.

[parker melody flynn]

parker, being the clever girl she was, had found a rich boy, a member of the country club to hang around. of course, she had had to sleep with him the night before, but that was voluntarily on her part; it was how she regularly finished party nights. before she had demanded he take her to see all of the rich people in town, she had poured a bottle of jack daniels into a gem of a water bottle made from aluminumso that no one could see the amber liquid inside. it was sitting in the bottom of her bag, and her hands, they were just itching to fish it out.

but she wasn't about to be a loser, find a place to sit and get drunk by herself, require someone to drive her home. that would just be embarrassing. but then she saw someone recognizable, put on a strut -- for the strut wasn't there when there was no one she wanted to make an impression on, it disappeared-- and sat herself right next to a boy she'd seen at a few parties, slate. the last conversation they had had ended in a fight, but she wasn't about to sit with the boy who had brought her there. she'd already abandoned him in the entrance to the country club. "slate," she greeted him, "old buddy, old pal. why, isn't it just fabulous to see you here on this fine evening." she said with a grin, the bottle in her bag already in her hand. parker hadn't even noticed it. but she shrugged, took herself a swig and then raised her eyebrows as if offering slate a drink. "so. how's life?" she asked this in a tone that indicated she didn't care, but that was how much how conversation usually went with her.

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[slate blake aster]

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Slate saw someone sit next to him and looked over. Parker. He'd seen her around, they talked sometimes, but the last time they had talked they had ended up fighting. So although he wasn't exactly sure why she was sitting here he didn't ask. Hey Parker. he said. Oh it's fabulous to see me huh? he said back with a small grin. So, what're you drinking today? he asked as she took out the bottle. But he didn't really care about the answer. So when Parker raised her eyebrows at him he took the bottle and drank. He then handed it back to her. Life's the same as always. Pretty boring lately though. How's yours been going? he said to her.

Drinking didn't bother Slate at all, especially right now. Being stuck at the Country Club wasn't something Slate enjoyed, but he figured it might be a little better now that there was someone to talk to. Even if him and Parker did fight, he thought he could get along with her for a while. It won't be hard.

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[parker melody flynn]

Parker flashed a charming sort of grin when Slate greeted her, and she put her legs up on the expensive-looking coffee table in front of her. Of course, she got a few looks from the regulars there, but sneered back all the same. She tilted her head to the side, still grinning, chocolate brown eyes holding their usual sparkle, as if she were intrigued, and said, "And it's fabulous to see me, too." Parker decided for him, with a quick wink and a shrug. Then she looked around herself, regarding the people sitting on expensive furniture and dressed in classy clothes with utter disdain; this wasn't at all how she had imagined it. "I thought it would be fun in here." She said flatly, kind of disappointed. Parker never would have slept with that boy form earlier had she known that the country club held nothing of interest.

She grinned when Slate took the bottle from her. Parker hadn't shared a drink in awhile, not since Tucker had moved back into the house with her. There weren't any parties there anymore, and she had to sneak out just to get anywhere. And she had gotten in trouble for tearing the cabinet door off when he had put a lock on the liquor cabinet. And all of that had made her usually marvelous life unbearably boring. "Same," Parker said in reply, wrinkling her slightly sunburnt nose, "My brother moved in. Won't let me have any parties or go out or anything." In all honesty, Parker was shocked that she had gotten the Jack into the water bottle without some sort of alarm going off.

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