REESE, BLAIR SCOUT

I MAKE THEM GOOD GIRLS GO BAD

twenty-three | pansexual | single | socialite | celebrity | amber heard

Blair S. Reese,

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wow, are you my ...i completely lost track of time! well please sit sit, let me just move this stuff out of the way. okay, let's get started. tell me a little bit about yourself. well fuck. she was running late thanks to a killer hangover and having to rush a set of twins out from her bedroom and onto the street because she didn't have time to gently coax the two beautiful strangers from her penthouse suite. the blonde had to knock back a couple of aspirin, a shot of whiskey, then throw on some sunglasses and make her way down to the complex garage so she could speed her way down to some shitty office building where some shitty interview was going to be conducted. honestly, blair was in no mood to be interrogated, but her father was getting nervous again. of course he had every right to be considering the fact that his daughter was a reckless little creature who should never be trusted... but still. she didn't like that he was subtly trying to check on her sobriety by way of fuax job interviews. "it's fine. i'm late too. don't get your panties in a twist over it." the blonde shrugged and went to taking her seat. "fuck. should have grabbed a coffee before i got here." sighing, she ran a hand through her messy blonde hair, deciding it best to keep her sunglasses on for now. "my name is blair scout reese. i'm like twenty-three or something and my birthday is in... january? i'm pretty sure. i don't have a job. my family has money. i show up at events and look pretty." the blonde sat back in her seat and shrugged, giving the woman a quick rundown of the basics.  that's a lot of information. so tell me, where are you from? she shrugged again. maybe it was a lot of information to take in, but she imagined there was a lot more to be dished out soon. well, if she felt like answering the questions so far it wasn't too terrible so she was alright with playing nice for now. "i'm from here. lived in the city my entire life. nothing really interesting there." ahh fascinating ! well i'm from here, born and raised, never left. so many people that i know and love here, just couldn't leave them ! what about you? anyone you care dearly for here? blair snorted and rolled her eyes, knowing very well that this lady was probably just blowing smoke up her ass. there wasn't anything interesting about her last statement at all. in fact, it probably could have been taken as curt and rude... which was usually the kind of persona that miss reese tended to give off anyway. but still. she wasn't fond of people who painted pretty little plastic smiles on their faces just for the sake of pretending to be nice and pleasant. it was better when people were just honest about how they felt. blair liked honesty in a person. blunt people were fun people. "sure sure. i've got friends, family, friends of the family, friends i make for the night and friends i've had for years. some are good some are bad. there's a whole bunch of people that i just kinda know or that i know very well. i get around. my contact book is full to the brim." blair was the kind of person who knew everyone and everyone knew of her. she was the party kind of girl, so she did get around quite a bit. she liked to live, laugh, have fun, and be reckless. it was all about sex, drugs, and rock and roll in her opinion. of course there had been that one period in her life when she went all spiritual for a while and tried to find her balance, so she had some people waiting in the wings for her to "get better", but that part of her life was being put on hold for now. relapse was a bitch. quite a list. must mean you have a juicy past,let's hear a little bit about it. "fuck me sideways. you really want to know that horror story?" she rolled her eyes at this, but it wasn't as if the woman seated behind the desk could really see since her sunglasses still adorned her face. this wasn't a tale she really wanted to get into. it was long and full of memories she would rather not visit. the beginning wasn't so bad. her parents were happily married and successful. they weren't like those tainted rich pricks who were snorting cocaine off of marble counter tops and fucking their secretaries when no one was looking. they were two people who supported one another and were genuinely in love. it was a beautiful story really, but it turned tragic when her mother was trying to bring their beautiful baby into the world. something went wrong in the delivery room. she died on the table but her daughter made it. her father's heart broke right in two, but he clung to his baby girl for dear life while he sobbed for his wife because she was the only connection he had left to the love of his life. "so my mom died giving birth to me. she left my dad with a newborn baby to take care of. he did a pretty good job as a single father, sure, but he spoiled me fucking rotten, let's be real. i went to the best schools and got everything i could have ever wanted because he was afraid of losing my love. i was the only tie he had to my mother and he wanted to keep me as close as he possibly could. bless his heart, he's a sweet man. i love him dearly, but i don't think he raised me the way he should have." balir wasn't always a bad kid, but she was spoiled. when she didn't get things she wanted she would throw tantrums and cry until her father was crying with her because he just wanted her to stop and be happy again. so she always got her way. because of this, blair didn't do so well in school because she hated the school's rules and the teachers and their self-entitlement. her grades were poor and her record even worse. parties because a frequent thing for her in high school, so she started drinking around fourteen. it wasn't long after the drinking started that she got tangled into drugs. first it was just pot. smoking weed with friends for a good time, and then it was a little more than that. she started sneaking pills from her father's medicine cabinet and around eighteen, she started shooting up. her first hit was a bad one and her father found her passed out in some ditch not too far outside their gated community. he scolded her and cried at her for hours after that, but she wasn't listening. all her brain could process was how fucking awesome that high was and how she wanted to get it back. so she became a junkie after that. a lot of her nights were spent fucked out of her mind, not knowing who she was, where she was, or who the people she was with. the tabloids had a field day with her reckless behavior and that in turn tarnished her father's name. however, everyone loves a good recovery story... so that's exactly what she and her father gave the public. "i'm sure at some point you've read all about how i became the fucked up daughter of scott reese. there's distasteful pictures of me out on the internet and poor stories that go along with them. i fucked up, i can admit it, but i got better. i went to some grade a recovery center all the way out in california and got my shit together. i'm a better person now that my head's on straight and i'm not staring out through the bottom of a bottle every single night. i'm still in my prime time though, so i do go out still, but that doesn't mean i'm the same fuck up that i was a few years ago. i'm learning." now, a lot of that was a load of bullshit, but that's what she told all the reporters and interviewers. yeah, she went through a rough time, but she got the best help that's out there and is looking at life through a new pair of eyes. that was all that mattered. she found god and in that, found herself. blah blah. all of it was bullshit because she was using again, only not so publicly this time. her good friends turned to bad ones and now she was going down this destructive path. but she liked it. her spirit was wild and all she ever wanted to do was to have a good time. where was the fun in going to church every sunday and wasting her life away by trying to please some almighty  being who sat up on his thrones in the clouds? she didn't see much of a point in believing in that, so she stopped. but she had to be careful. she didn't want her father to have some kind of breakdown over her relapse.  you just get more and more interesting. is that a word that someone would describe you as? no? then what is something that people would say you are. "yeah, i'm just full of fucking surprises and i'm pretty sure a lot of people would agree with you on the whole interesting front. i mean, i am a pretty fucking interesting person, what with my experiences with drugs, alcohol, sex, and violence. not to mention i'm also a spoiled rich girl who usually gets my way. people will jump at the chance to talk shit on me, but the second i walk into a room they'll be kissing my ass just so they can get a chance to know what it feels like to be the center of attention. maybe that sounds arrogant, but i'm not going to deny that there usually is some arrogance in everything i say. but whatever, y'know? i'm not going to sit here and blow some smoke up your ass. people are going to tell you that i'm a bitch because i am. they're going to say i'm spoiled because i am. they'll tell you one hell of a time because i am. but there's also parts of me that some people don't know about. which side of the story you get depends on the person you're talking to." the blonde shrugged and concluded her response to the question with an air of nonchalance. there were a lot of people out there who didn't like her and never would. however, there were also a lot of people who would say that she was the best damn thing they ever did see. but that's how it was with everyone. there were always two sides of the coin and blair could recognize that a lot of people would have a lot of things to say about her. she just didn't necessarily care about the gossip that came spewing out of their mouths because she was a very self assured person who didn't feel the need to worry herself sick over what other people had to say about who she was.  do you agree with what people say about you? a long sigh escaped her lips because she was fairly certain her last response answered this question as well. yes, she knew that a lot of what people had to say about her was true. she was a bitch because she said what was on her mind almost all of the time. she had no filter. however, this didn't mean she was cruel. blair was just a very strongly willed person who didn't ever feel the need to censor what came out of her mouth. blunt, brash, and outspoken. there was no denying the fact that she was a handful and had questionable morals. sleeping around was kind of her thing and she didn't really care what race you were or your gender for the matter. everything she did was all in the name of having a good time and allowing herself to indulge in the pleasantries of life. someday it was going to get her killed because she was hardly ever careful, but death was the last thing on her mind. because she was still so young, she had that frame of mind where nothing could touch her. she was too high off the ground for anything to bring her crashing down to mortality. perhaps that was her fatal flaw. "um, yeah. i do agree with the things people say about me most of the time. all of it is true to some degree or another."  well i still think you have a certain something, not really sure what that is but i bet your boyfriend/girlfriend knows or are you still on the market? "ha! fuck me, please. now you want to know about my love life? honey, all you need to do is google my name and i'm sure a whole list of sex scandals will come up. not all of them or true, but you can let your imagination run wild if it suits you." she chuckled and rolled her eyes. there was no shortage of bed warmers in her suite. every day it was a different stranger, or she would reinvite some of her favorite lovers over to test some new positions. men, women, whatever were welcome to keep her company when she was in some kind of mood. interesting people interested her. she liked to keep things fresh, new, and exciting in her bedroom. however, concrete relationships weren't exactly her thing. she just couldn't seem to stay focused on one lover for too long. she needed someone who could keep up with her wild personality and so far, that person just hasn't come along yet. plus, bliar was rather content with her ability to roll around from one bed to the next.  shit, time flies. my next appointment will be here in a few minutes. it was a pleasure to meet you! with the farewells finally being delivered, the blonde shot up from her seat and leaned over the desk to offer the woman her hand to shake "yes! time does fly and it's been nice chatting with you. i hope you got everything you needed from me. if not, you're shit out of luck. hope you have a lovely rest of the day."

leah | eastern | seventeen | meh

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ohai there blair. glad to have you up and running