The Party Girl Freewrite

She was a party girl. The one everyone thought was a great laugh. She was always up for a night out. It didn’t matter if she had work the next day or was to be up early for an appointment. Nothing got in the way of fun.
The alcohol was always flowing when she was around. She’d always be offering to buy rounds. Keeping everyone happy and keeping up with her. It’d be sad if she drank alone. That’s the last thing she wanted to be. Sad. Drinking, dancing, talking, it all made her happier. If she stopped, everything would be sad. She didn’t want to bring everyone down. They’d like her less.
She said outrageous things to shock people and make them laugh. It was fun to see their reactions. To follow with ‘I’m only joking.’ so they’d always wonder if she really was or not. It was fun. She was hurting no one. Sleeping with anyone she felt like, ignoring the ones who treated her like she was nothing. She didn’t care. They weren’t part of her life and she’d certainly never show them that they bothered her at the rare times she stopped to think.
She was one of the boys. They loved her humour and her lack of care. Her love of football was genuine, unlike some of the other girls. They just pretended to like it to make them seem interesting. She thought that was pathetic… who would have guessed that with all the humour, the drinking and the dancing, that she was doing the same?