mercius ✘ district one ✘ fin

I'm a fucking scorpio.

Right?

My tongue popping, sucking the red off a lollipop -- "'sup cunt." The sugar on my teeth, licking between my canine and my front ones, bomber jacket over sized on my tiny size, "ya' wanna eat?" A cackle, a toothy grin and a red stain on my lips. Nothin but sweet, nothing but ecstasy, my hand gripping on that of a smaller girl. 

I think I'm a scorpio, fuck if I know -- my eyes numb, almost. Blinkin slow and swallowing sugary saliva, "you a scorpio?" The flashing lights hurt my eyes; weak shit, but a party girl never gets tired, huh. "Heard they fuck well," a flash in my eyes. The drinks feel weird in my throat whenever I down them, the taste is worse but it's everything you get used to. My hand grabs around the girl's assssssssss, not much going through my thought process besides oh, this'll be fun.

She decks me in the face, rebounding off a front tooth and calling me a snake. 

"Yeah, probably."

I rub my mouth, fuckin bitch -- I mean, I can't even be mad. Just didn't even answer my question. A guy with a panda helmet walks past me, holding a V to his mouth and moaning. 

There's not really much to say to that huh. 

I'm a dynamite girl -- since birth. A little white girl with diamond wrists and pearl teeth, daddy's little girl. Shit HA, I can't even say it with a straight face. There's something about a sour bitch that makes people like them; well, liking before hating them. Blonde hair, blue eyes; Mercius.

"But you can call me Mercy," I slap my own ass. Shaking only for a thick guy in the back of the party, "ya gonna need some-" he grabs at my thighs and I stutter for a second; panic in my chest and settling for numbing blinks. 

Party girl's get used to it.

Huh. 

Blonde hair, blue eyes. My father named me Mercy praying Ripred would hold me dear, that his first little girl wouldn't be lost; my sister wasn't as safe. Not my fault I'm the favorite! Spoiled and catalytic, corrosion, acid spit and sugar lungs -- sweet between the thighs, sweet between the teeth. 

A bitch since birth, an ugly, messy rat, but hey, it's an art form being this good at it. A guy with a foam finger slaps me in the face with it, I down vodka through a keg, rip the seam of my shorts on a rough edge -- like birthmarks. Can't really question 'em, my father never really appreciates it. Making it this far without getting knocked up, surprising how responsibly irresponsible some people are.  

I help drag the host into the pool. Naked and lubed up, one of the girls ratted him out for spiking a bitch. 

Good.

A small dick man with no morals, just the type of careers I love to end. Dragging the guy shitfaced onto a floatable raft was the hard part, taking his clothes off, eh. Just a talent of mine, next to rimjobs and right past uhhh. 

Not getting pregnant? 

The panda guy tells me I had a fat ass, dripping drinks on my shirt; my fist hits his nose hard enough to get him to fuck off. 

"Guys just-"

"Yeah; girl's just do it better, huh?" I crane my head into the girl's neck -- just us party girls. Choke on vodka on accident, "your coat is comfortable." I stare at the stars, the chlorine in my nose and blood on my knuckles. 

I sip my beer. 

"Thanks.

"One word? What, pussy's got ya tongue?"

It's numbing, falling asleep on this girl's coat. She says something, probably some bullshit a virgo would say -- I like talkin bout zodiacs. Makes me sound smarter, I think. I sniffle, holding my can in both hands. "First party?"

"Yea, bunch of cunts here huh."

"Uhhhhhhhh -- yeah. Party girls get numb to it."

Now that I think of it, I think I'm a virgo. Shit. The music from inside eats at my skull, shit -- I think Rory and Garnet are scorpios. Too many blondes; I don't know, I didn't go to school for fuckin star study. "You okay-?"

"Oh yea, just gettin lightheaded -- thinking bout math." Maybe if she thinks I'm stupid she'll finger me. 

God why am I here -- I just want sex. 

I try to do something sexy, hell if I know. Think I tried to slip my shorts down further on my waist line or pull down my bomber jacket, but I ended up falling asleep beforehand. Drooling on the girl's coat and waking up on the bench alone -- well shit.

That sounds like something that'd happen to a virgo. 

Sun biting at my lids -- "fuck." Fuck, shit, fuck my parents are gonna be pissed; might as well get more wasted while I'm here. The back yard is trashed, somebody stole my jacket and the blood's still on my fist. "Hey, fuckass," I yell to the host, still floating in the pool, "got any fuckin money?"

"Go fuck yourself-"

"Thanks!"

I stole his pants and poured the rest of my drink on his shirt on the ground. "Have a good morning, minicock."

I've got a fuckin headache.