#spillthrill

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placing her phone on it’s front, indigo scooted her chair back and stood up, biting the nail of her thumb. “ okay, three choices, make an alibi for nate, buy drinks for underage kids and turn myself in or pen pal the kid.” she squinted her eyes and sat back down in her seat. “ why do you think bleu ? “ the bichon frise simply panted with it’s tongue sticking out from the side of it’s mouth. indigo slightly nodded her head to the side, “ i know i’m in a fucked situation here but i had to pick thrill it was the smartest choice, if i decided to pick spill- i’d simply out myself or if i lied, i’m guessing the thrills would be worse than the ones now ? smart, i know.” she clasped her hands together loudly, making the small dog jump. “ i know what to do ! it’s easy, first off isn’t he dumb rich ? i don’t need to pen pal shit, second, i don’t even drink myself so- that’s a pass, i’m going with the alibi- yeah the alibi ! “ indigo threw on her hoodie and took some lotion and rubbed it against her barefaced. “ i should at least look somewhat presentable. “ she murmured to herself. she was stuck on the idea whether or not she should wear her slides or sneakers, she shook her head immediately slid both her feet inside her sneakers. 

she put her phone on her shoulder, her shoulder was lifted slightly as her ear was pressed against the phone. she fixed the leash of dog as she waited for the line to be picked up. she wasn’t gonna lie, she was scared shitless. you can see the worry in her features, she already had sweat gleaming on her barefaced. 

“ dad, i’m on my way to the precinct.. yeah i have a statement to make towards- yeah.” she hung up and placed her phone in her back pocket. The whole unfortunate thing about this was not the whole lying thing it was the fact that her dad was one of the many detectives working on the whole entire case involving powell university. when she arrived at the precinct she swallowed the guilt down. “ i need to get this shit over with, come on indigo.” thoughts swarming through her head. how would this even go ? let me just ace this, no big.

she was placed in those holding centers, you know the ones you always see in movies or tv show when detectives investigate victims, suspects, well now this was her reality. she was in her seat, mouth gaped open as she turned side to side to acknowledge her surroundings  “ i can’t believe this place is real. you always see this type of stuff in movies and stuff, but the fact i’m here, it’s just-” 

she jumped at the sound of a hand slamming against the metal table. “ this isn’t the time for games, indigo, you think because your dad works here that you-” two detectives were in the room with her. the one who slammed his hand against the table and the one putting his hand on his partners chest to recollect himself 

“ wait. is this like good cop bad cop ?” she snickered. “ wow, like i said this is totally like a movie.” she shook her head with amazement written over her face. the two detectives shared a look than glared at the girl. her grin disappeared and she cleared her throat and scooted her chair. “ okay, i’m here to tell you how it is.. the night of the rugby party ? yeah nate was with me. while maddy was getting all, you know-” 

“down and dirty” she cupped the side of her mouth with a whisper. “ 

“ he was with me that night. i took it as my chance to get to know him, he was with maddy this whole time and i never had a chance to shoot my shot but at the party i did. he wasn’t worried about maddy, he had long gone forgotten about her, because he was obviously fascinated with me. i’m obviously not an easy girl. we dated months after the party, of course.” she bawled her fist and slapped it against her free hand. “ well that’s it, i came here to testify-”

“ so why did it take you so long to fess up ? “

“ easy, during our last moments i wasn’t feeling him and we were drifting apart and me being a regular heartbroken girl, i wanted revenge and me not saying anything would for sure be enough. but- he doesn’t deserve this ? “ 

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[shutupoz-blog]

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oz stared at the bottle of hard liquor in front of him a bit mindlessly. what was so attractive about alcohol anyway? he never found the need though he knew his mom had liked it a lot at a point. he almost cringed at the thought as he stared at the bottle of grey goose on his nightstand. he was going to have to get drunk first in order to do this otherwise he would hate this party. he heard that one of the fraternities was throwing a party.... oh god, this was going to go so bad. on top of that oz didn’t even really have another mind to play the good angel and bad devil with. he knew that he shouldn’t do this. he doesn’t even drink. hell, he’d be a lightweight. he knows that he would. “fuck it.” he said finally before opening the bottle of straight vodka and took a long swig of it.

he nearly made a face after swallowing a mouthful of it causing him to cough a bit. how could anyone even stand the taste of that? looking of different ways on how to get alcohol to sink in faster. wiki how is really your best friend sometimes when you’ve got no one else, right? taking another swig he got over the taste a bit but it still stung the back of his mouth and he stood up the boney boy grabbing the bottle of vodka and shoving it in his hoodie making sure it wouldn’t fall he headed to the fraternity house. 

there were already people there when he arrived and suddenly he could feel the nerves in his body going haywire and he awkwardly crossed his arms over his chest mostly to keep the bottle from slipping out from underneath. giving up on it he pulled it out in the brown paper bag and opened it once more as he stared at the wooden door as a couple came out making out and he practically recoiled back before taking another long swig of the bottle, this time the bottle remaining to where all the birds are on the grey goose bottle. a few guys stared at him with an amused smile on their face as osmond finally pushed open the door the blaring of the music pounding in his ears as he pushed past the first few couple people not noticing anyone. you would think after three years of being here he would know someone, right? nope. not a soul. oz was minding his own business as he took another long swig of the straight vodka. his body starting to feel the warm and weird feeling as he watched the people walk by before slamming straight into one of the head fraternity guys. “ayeee man, you’re the next beer kegger dude!” the guy said his words slurred as he spoke. oz’s eyes widened as he stared down at the bottle of vodka that wasn’t even close to getting done. no oz, no, no, no, no. he knew that he should say no. but did he? you know he didn’t.

“uh... beer what?” 

and with that oz was suddenly pulled into the kitchen with three massive guys behind him that looked like they could crush him and they picked him up, somewhere along the way someone grabbing the bottle of vodka along the way. for a moment he was squirming as two of them picked him up before putting him upside down over the beer keg and holding his ankles. “no no i--- uh... yes. wait, how do i do this?” shit shit shit shit. he knew how to use it right? he’s read on it before. suddenly the spout was in his mouth and he kept on drinking and drinking it until it felt like forever. a minute passed and so on. the guy next to him was struggling he could see on the side of his eyes until the big guy finally fumbled over not being able to finish the entire thing. they finally placed oz down on his feet and held his arm up into the air but he was practically dangling by just one arm because the other guy was so oddly massively strong. “aye mann,” he said his words slurred. “what are you doing next? you want to go and drink more? what’s your name?” he asked practically leaning on oz for support. 

“uh.... no no i uh.. need to pee.” he said which technically wasn't a lie. he wasn’t going to get caught up in this scene but holy crap he didn’t realize he could drink that much. “uh, my name isn’t im... important you wouldn’t even remember it anyway.” oz said finally with a shrug. “but pee! yes i must go pee now.” he said before swinging around quickly getting out of there. “yo man, the bathroom is that way!” the big guy shouted but oz was already heading towards the door. he’d pee in a bush if he had to he doesn’t know what’s been happening in those bathrooms. he just had to crash a party, right? he did that. he didn’t need to stay the entire time no one did that at a party, right? that would be lame if he did. so with that, he trotted his way back to his dorm planning on taking a nice long warm shower to get all the sweat and beer off of him.