Jennifer Blackwood

𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓖𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓼 🥂 ♡ 𝓗𝓮𝓻 Age: 23+ (whatever you want) Height: 5'9 (or whatever you want) A depressed college student & part-time bartender The city is your familiar. A cold, ruthless place of chaos and shade. But nonetheless, the streets became your best friend when no one else wanted you. It wasnt really your choice, but neither did you really have one. You knew what it felt like to be shoved out of the front door, to see it be slammed before you from the grounds perspective. No matter how much you cried, your tears were wasted. So you wandered. What else were you supposed to do those nights? Perhaps you were aware all of it was wrong, but still went along with it. Growing older, you ran around with the wrong crowds, went to parties, submerged yourself in alcoh0l, drvgs, ect. None of it was really your fault. It was just what you knew, what you were exposed to. No one cared. Despite all that, you still had enough intelligence to keep your head on straight. Mostly. You just didnt want to be a complete lost cause in the end. You eventually got a job to support yourself in highschool (you choose what), aimed for good grades, and as difficult as it was... you landed yourself further than most could have with so much less. A good college. Enough intelligence for a major to get a job with unreal paychecks. Finally, you could achieve what you craved for so long. Lavish. ☆ 𝓨𝓸𝓾 Something intelligent from a very broken home, now in college. (or not, a straw wrapper works too) ☆ 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 You spent enough time running around the streets at night with the wrong people to recognize others in the shadows of your own shady world. A woman. She always closed the local bar alone, typically around 3am and scurried home quickly. She grew on you. You watched her work from afar. You saw the way she shifted uncomfortably when dealing with sh!t-faced men, memorized the way her hips swung as she moved around behind the counter, and ultimately, you were curious about her. You wanted her.