Survival Of The Fittest

Marcipan: @everyone Heeey, hope y'all are excited for tonight? Just grabbing some drinks for the party, don't forget to bring your own snacks! <3

((Marcy Valerio continued from Death by Glamour))

Marcy hit send, keeping an eye on her phone to make sure the message went through ok as she made her way down the street. She'd been a little haphazard about arranging tonight's festivities, having only set-up a discord chat for it a week ago. As a result only a handful of her friends were free to join in, but... To hell with it, today was her 18th and she was determined to make her big birthday bash a night to remember.

She unconsciously prodded the roof of her mouth with her tongue, pressing the stud she had installed that morning against her palate. It still felt kinda weird, more so than her ear piercings did, and left a metallic taste in her mouth. But it was one step closer towards the barbiepunk look she was angling for, along with the cropped pink leather jacket she bought on her way home. She could hardly wait to see how her mom was going to react. Marcy bet she was gonna be PISSED.

Hmm, wonder what I oughta get for my first tattoo? Maybe a zombie teddy bear? Or a big heart with M+F on it? Uugh, so many ideas, so little savings...

She was still pondering tattoo ideas as she entered a local convenience store, humming idly to herself as she sauntered towards the drinks aisle. Her friends had reminded her again and again that she was still too young to buy alcohol, but maybe she'll get lucky and not get ID'd this time. Was worth a shot, right?

Grabbing an 8-pack of beers, she made her way over towards the counter, confidently slamming them down before a middle-aged cashier. "Just gonna be grabbing these, a packet of marlboros and a bottle of the cheapest vodka you have on hand!"

The cashier rose their brow, eyeing Marcy with suspicion as she smiled innocently. "ID?"

Marcy rolled her eyes, pushing the beers aside as she reached into her jacket pocket "Aaah well, can't blame a gal for trying..." she sighed, before grinning smugly as she pulled out her passport. "I'll just get the marlboros then"

The cashier shook their head. "No can do, ma'am"

"What?" Marcy replied, double checking her passport before pointing at it. "But I'm 18!"

"You need to be 21 to purchase cigarettes, ma'am"

Marcy was shocked. SHOCKED. Alcohol was one thing, but cigarettes too? That was news to her.

"Wuh, uh... Well... What about vapes? Got any of those?"

The cashier shook their head. "We can't sell tobacco products to anyone under 21, sorry ma'am"

Marcy scratched her head, face grimacing. "Okaaay, well... Wh-what about Mary Jane? That's legal in Nevada, right? Got any of that?"

"We're not licensed, but even if we were you still need to be 21 or over ma'am"

Marcy blinked, a forlorn look in her eyes. "Even... Edibles?"

"Even edibles, ma'am"

There was a brief pause. "I... T-two seconds!" Marcy stuttered, taking a couple steps away to whip out her phone. Maybe it depended on the venue? This was Vegas after all! Sin City! Surely it had to be more lenient here than elsewhere, right?

But the more she looked, the less promising things got. Nightclubs? 21 and over. Bars? Same thing. Casinos? Ditto.

Ok... Well, what the hell COULD she do at 18 then? She could get married, alright, good to know. She could... Vote? Woo hoo. She could... Wait, what? She could work at one of those sketchy brothels out in the boonies? So she was old enough to become a sex worker, but it was illegal for her to buy a beer? The fuck??

Marcy let out a groan of frustration. Well, this sucked. She finally turned 18, and she STILL wasn't allowed to do anything fun. Not for another three years anyway, when she was a decrepit 21 year old.

Well, no matter. Her friends had always found ways around those draconian laws anyway. Besides, her googling did reveal one thing...

Not bothering to return to the cashier, she started typing up another message for her discord group as she promptly left the store.

Marcipan: @everyone ok new plan, we're going to Mexico!

((Marcy Valerio continued in any color the customer wants as long as its any color the customer wants))