inklings of a party nation -- olivia oswald

[olivia oswald]

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c-c-calling all cops, all coronors, we've got a dead one here.
and anybody else receiving this, the west coast is far from clear
like a time bomb, a sudden death
it's gonna find you, when you least expect
(Alkaline Trio, Death Bed. )

Drugs, sex, and rock 'n roll-- The kid sister's three major foodgroups. Meet: Olivia Oswald.</center>

<font color="#a62a2a" size="1">[ August 17, 2005 02:17 PM: Message edited by: cokehead rumors ]</font>

[olivia oswald]

"Wokeup quick, at a 'bout noon." NWA cover radiating from a clock radio with an alarm (surprising?) that wouldn't let her sleep past 3pm. A groan emitted from dry lips and the curvy redhead rolled out of bed, wearing the same clothes as last night, only now the Iron Maiden tee-shirt smelled of Chlorine due to Luke's poolside antics.

There was a rub of stinging bloodshots eyes Olivia tredded lightly on the hardwood floor of her room mirrors and credit cards strewn about did not make for comfort on unsuspecting bare feet. Manicured nails snatched the cell phone off the bedside table. "12 new messages? What the fuck...?" she looked around her room again, "Where the hell did Skylar go?" Glancing into a mirror she saw the remnants of eyeliner and mascara and the mess that long auburn hair was in. Criiiinge.

In the kitchen she mixed up a Bloody Mary while listening to the list of messages, "Hi Olivia?! This is Cindy, we went to high school together..." -deleted- "Olivia! It's Amy, can I meet your..." -deleted- Groan, being fame's little sister was so trying on her ego sometimes (ahem, haha)! The majority of the messages were erased and then came the last, professional sounding voice that made her stop in the threshold between kitchen and TV room, straw betwixt jail-bait lips as she sucked down the vodka and tomato juice, nursing the coke-over. "Hello, Olivia Oswald? I'm the photographer rep from Playboy, Jack Laverty. We were wondering if you ever considered doing some modeling, we have a really great angle. Give us a call at 555-6078 if your interested."

A smirk curved around the blue plastic straw as she padded into the living room thoughtfully. Drink was set down on the table and she flopped backwards into the big comfy couch. The TV flipped on and she stole a cigarette from a left over pack that didn't belong to her, lighting up with a very smug and satisfied look on her face. Gray smoke exhaled from her mouth and she arched a brow in thought over herself. What would her brother say? What would anyone say? Another moment past and the cell phone was flipped open again, "Hello? Mr. Laverty? This is Olivia Oswald, I do believe I'm interested in becoming a playmate, can we talk numbers over lunch?"

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