sister you know I care ((JAZZIE))

[brooke alyssa jones]

Brooke got out of college and decided to wonder around the campus for a little while. She was meeting Lorcan later at the bar where she worked since she usually got bored when it was a little quiet. There were still customers that came in that time though, she didn’t like to judge but they were usually the same people and they normally drank loads, she found it kind of weird how they could drink that much all the time. Of course Brooke liked to party. She was a big party girl, she had been in high school too, but she wasn’t one that would serve to high schoolers, most of her sisters friends knew that she worked in the bar and they tried to get served by her because they thought she would be an easy aim, it never worked though, and her sister then would holler at her because she was messing up her image and rep. To that, Brooke usually just laughed. What image and rep? She knew Jazzie’s rep and it wasn’t a good one. She wasn’t fond of her sisters job, and didn’t really approve of her choice to sleep around but she had called her up on it a couple of times and she never listened, it was one of those things that she had realised that she had to learn to live with, even though she hated it. Their parents and older siblings didn’t know about her weekend job, Brooke had gotten it out of her and had been sworn to secrecy. She was probably closest to Jazz so she swore to her she wouldn’t say anything, not that she would have anyway.

After speaking to some of her friends who had also finished class and hanging around for a while, she went to her car and decided to go to work. She would be fifteen minutes early but she didn’t mind, and she knew that her boss wouldn’t mind either. She could just chill if they weren’t particularly busy. It was school let out time on a Friday too, so there was bound to be some kids that would try and get in without getting ID’d. The bar was known to be slack on IDing the high school students but Brooke didn’t go by that rule, well she recognised a lot of them, if they were seniors that was fine, but Junior or below she did not serve them an alcoholic berverage. She would get them another type of drink no problem. She just didn’t want to be responsible for anyone being comatose by drinking too much because she knew it happened a lot and it did actually really annoy her. Every time Jazzie’s friends would come in the bar, whether it would be without her or with her, they would always try and get her to serve them, it was really irritating and she didn’t understand why they kept asking her, the answer would be the same always, until they were at least eighteen, just because they were her sisters friends. She was sure that they thought she was a bit of a loser because she was the only one that didn’t serve minors in that bar. When she hadn’t been working, she knew that they had gotten served and she also found that annoying. She so, wasn’t the type to be all anal about things like that, it was only because of her sister, she considered it her responsibility if she served them and they got really drunk, so drunk that something bad happened. It wasn’t like she knew her sister drank, she knew that, but that was her own decision and she had done at her age, she just didn’t want to be the one responsible if something went wrong while she was drunk and she had been the one to provide the drinks.

She arrived at work and parked up, and walked in and smiled at her boss. what’s up? she smiled at him. She went behind the bar and began doing the jobs she would usually start doing when it was pretty quiet. As she was working, her sister came in. This time she was alone. Brooke smiled at her and waited for her to come up to her and order. She really hoped that her sister wouldn’t ask for an alcoholic drink.

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[jasmine ameilia jones]

School was out for the weekend now, and Jazzy had everything planned for the weekend. She had her job to do, being a stripper and all. She also had a party that she was invited to from one of her friends from out of two that she was planning on going to tonight. Of course, she stopped here right after school for a drink or two, since she told her friend Bethany that she was going to be there to so that they coud go to the party together. Of course, Jazzy had been home and already changed into something that she would be going to the party with. She had a cropped black shirt, that just barely went past the end of her ribcage. Her extremely short skirt and tall heels made her look very slim and slender, with all the right curves.

Her lace bra straps showed on her shoulders, but that was fine with her. She pushed her shirt down slightly, the belt stopping her however. She only wore the belt because her skirt looked a whole lot better with it on then with out a belt. So she picked a pretty, yet very inexpensive, so if she was to lose it when she was taking off her clothes then she wouldn't really care. She knew much better then to wear anything that she didn't want to loose. At least, that was clothes wise. Her jewelery was worth more then anything and she would probably put it in the pockets of her skirt before she did anything with a guy. At least that was her plan anyway.

She walked into Rose's Bar, her heels tapping on the floor as she walked into the place. She didn't get IDed or anything, since it was only an hour after school ended. She knew that others would be around, but that wouldn't before a while. She looked at her sister who stood behind the bar, now that really put a downer on her plan now. She wanted something alcoholic, and Brooke would never give her anything to her. Her sister was so stuck up about it too, which really really made her mad. She wanted to have a drink, but her sister would never give her anything that she wanted.

Jazzy walked up to the bar, and sat down. She looked at her sister and sighed "Your not going to give me anything i want are you?" she said, staring at her sister. Jazzy stared at her sister, waiting for her to get an answer. She would have to convince her sister, be as sneaking and conniving as possible. Not that Jazzy wasn't going to be as drunk as she could ever be tonight anyway. She'd end up passed out drunk with some random boy in some random bedroom and wake up with a huge hangover. Of course she would have to have sometime to get rid of it before she went out tomorrow night.

She smirked a little bit at her older sister. "I got a tattoo. Its all up my right side." Jazzy said to her sister. She loved to just, push her sister's buttons, but she knew more then anything that Brooke would never tell on her. Jazzy wouldn't know what to do if her parents found about about the tattoo, or her job for that matter. She would be kicked out of the house and forced to live on her own, not that she didn't mind that, she could be a full on prostitute if that happened. The more money she got the better her life would get. The more money she had, the more nice things she could have. It all made sense to her.

WORDS i dunnooo
TAGGED brooke!
NOTES tattoo!?
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LYRICS teenage dreams, katy perry!
CREDIT KENNATRONIC @ caution 2.0

[brooke alyssa jones]

Brooke looked at her sister and rolled her eyes. Oh hay Brooke how are you?.....Yeah good thanks....how are you Jazz? she said imitating her then looked at her sister again. It did annoy her how her sister just came in and only said what she wanted to say, no greeting or anything. It was so typical of her though, she really thought that she had been brought up better than that...okay not that she was mom and dad or anything, because they always said things like that but it was true, she had been brought up better than that. You got that right though....I can get ya a coke though. she smiled. Come on Jazz! You have to at least be a little happy to see your big sister. she pouted. Don't you miss me? she asked. Okay so the college campus wasn't far at all, and she could go home at any time. She spent most weekends at home...well when she wasn't out partying with her friends.You know I do it because I care Jazzie. Why do you want to grow up so quickly? she sighed. Brooke did not understand her sister's want to grow up so fast. She would love to be Jazzy's age again and not have to worry about responsibilities and such. Okay she didn't have that many to worry about but still. Another thing that she didn't understand about her sister was her job. She hated the mere thought of her working in that place. All the sleazy guys that went there and the pervy old guys. She really wanted to tell their parents, even their older siblings about it but she couldn't, she had given her owrd that she wouldn't tell and that was how it would stay.

so? she shrugged trying not to be that bothered. Okay so she couldn't really say much about that, she had a tattoo, but it was a small one and easy to hide. She didn't like the fact that it was a big one that her sister had. She just sighed at her. I honestly can't get too mad at you for that, because I have one as well she told her with a smile. You already knew that though didn't you? she said. Go on then, lets see it she sighed. She knew that right now she was just encouraging her, but what else could she do? She couldn't always be the one telling her something wasn't right, or else she knew that they would lose the bond they had. It sounded stupid but she didn't want to lose that, she loved her sister too much.

I suppose you want me to keep it a secret don't you? she asked. I will if you keep it a secret about mine she said. And how I ended up with it she added. Brooke had been pretty wasted one night in high school and out with her friends, they had all decided to get tattoos, luckily even with her being completely drunk she hadn't chosen a completely hateful one. She knew that she couldn't tell their parents or even their older brother and sister about it though, they would freak and probably throw their daughter out on the street, Brooke would defend her, then she would probably go as well. It wasn't fair but she knew her parents would do something like that, and she could see Jazzy getting mixed up in all sorts on the streets that wasn't even worth thinking about. She knew prostitution would be an obvious one.

She smiled slightly at her sister, in some ways she reminded her of herself at that age, and even now they were similar because they both loved to go out and party, and get wasted. The difference was that now Brooke was older, she could handle it, and she knew her sister, she always seemed to get pretty wasted, and even now she wouldn't be able to stop her going to some other club with her friends and getting a drink, she knew guys liked her and the bouncers on the door would let her in easily, she had played that game too, along with the fake ID which she still owned of course. You know what? Just this once I';ll let you have a drink, Its better that you are doing it here rather than some other place. she said. Just don't count it as a regular thing okay? What do you want? she knew that she would regret getting her a drink but at least it would keep her happy...and quiet for a while.

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