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Post by garrett alexander boston on Feb 16, 2009 20:50:48 GMT -5
 ·LIKE A BAD MOVIE I'LL DROP A LINE·[/color] ,, FALL IN THE GRAVE I'VE BEEN DIGGING MYSELF
[/font] " music blarring, words slurring. just the way garrett likes it. tonight was going to be one of those nights to die for. garrett could just feel it. though looking around him, he could see the mobs of people attempt their 'dance moves' he noted that he was alone. kind of pathetic if you look at it that way. here is this gorgeous boy, with oh-so-nice hair sitting at a bar by himself, downing all the vodka his delicious body could hold. garrett raised the glass to his lips, emptied the contents, and slammed it back down on the counter, motioning for a refill. garrett silently laughed to himself, in a small town where everyone knows everyone, you would think the bartender would know who was underage fake id or not, but then again, who are they to care. garrett drummed his fingers on the counter while watching the liquid fill up to the brim in his glass. it was not like a time for celebration or even mourning. garrett just felt like some fun.
garrett reached into his pocket and took out his pack of camels and a nice zippo lighter. nicotine, that was what he needed right now. he took a long drag after lighting up, and felt the same familiar calm spread over his body. he exhaled slowly savoring the taste. that was basically garrett's life philosophy, exhale slowly and enjoy the taste. garrett finished the rest of his cigarette in utter silence before taking another drink of his alcoholic beverage.
he check his phone for the fifth time that night, and shook his head in disapointment. absolutely zero people had contacted him that night. where were all of his friends... more importantly, those lady friends? garrett was itching for some female companionship tonight. though not in some creep way. he was sure why or even what he was doing, but he knew what he wanted. fun might even be the word to describe it, then again whipped cream would too. " [/center] STATUS; fini
MUSIC; six feet under the stars - all time low bby
WORDS; three three three
CREDITS; SAFA ! of caution 2.0 for the template ! |
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Post by yuri alice itami on Feb 16, 2009 22:30:10 GMT -5
 ·I USED TO KNOW THIS GIRL WHO GAVE HER LOVE AWAY·[/color] ,, TO EVERY GUY SHE MET WITH ALL THE GAMES THEY PLAYED
[/font] the brown eyes of the tall asian girl wandered across the scene. people were dancing, and having fun. the music was loud, but it was supposed to be. it was a club, and if the music wasn't at a certain level there wouldn't be anyone there. yuri smirked, she loved how easy it was to get into the place. the bouncer didn't even ask her for id, he just stared at the slits of her dress and let her right in. having a nice body paid off in so many ways.
yuri's legs sent her quickly over to the bar. she wasn't a fun partier without at least a few shots first. she was simply more fun when she was tripping over herself and slurring her words. she made her way to the bar, placing her black purse on the counter, "i want a 151. double it, add some coke." it was her club drink. made of 95% alcohol only one would have her speach so slurred you wouldn't be able to understand her. she always added coke to it, just because coke was added to most liquor, just to make it easier to handle. the bartender was back with her drink in a matter of a minute. she was a regular, and on friday nights, he would prep for her arrival. he slid the glass across the counter, and winked at her. "you're fabulous." yuri smiled, downing her drink. yuri was the kind of girl who drank everyday, but who's body was still not used to handling it well.
yuri finished her glass and placed it on the counter, looking at the bartender, who obviously got the drift that she wanted another. out of the corner of her eye she saw a familiar face. "oh my god, garrett! how long have you been sitting there?" she felt the first glass sinking in. but it didn't matter. garret wasn't the kind of guy that would judge her for getting drunk. she just wanted to have a good time, and garrett seemed like he could help her with that. "gar! we should go dance." her eyes widened. yuri could dance, in a...'i turn on guys by shaking my hips' sort of way. she pulled at the edges of her dress and watched the bar tender place her refilled glass on the counter. she let her pale fingers run against the edge of the glass before she lifted it and downed the liquid inside.[/center] STATUS; finished O.o
MUSIC; japanese gum --- her space holiday
WORDS; four twelve
CREDITS; i took it from you, who took it from SAFA! |
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Post by garrett alexander boston on Feb 17, 2009 6:29:09 GMT -5
·LIKE A BAD MOVIE I'LL DROP A LINE· [/color] ,, FALL IN THE GRAVE I'VE BEEN DIGGING MYSELF
[/font] "garrett turn his head in the direction of that sweet sound voice. the corners of his lips turned upward into a grin when he laid eyes on yuri. ever since he met her at that party she's been at the top of his list, as jerkish as that sounds it was true... completely. garrett couldn't stop looking away and eventually managed to mutter "hey". his eyes traveled up and down her body, and lingered in places he probably shouldn't. damn, she looked fine in that dress. for a brief moment, he imagined slipping that dress off of her, and throwing her against his wall.
"gar! we should go dance.". garrett gave a quick nod before downing his drink, he had lost count how many of those he's had by now. the alcohol settling in now, man he was going to regret this tomorrow morning. he threw a couple of bills before making his way over to yuri. "okay-y, i'll danc-ce with you. but first, i think you're gonna need a couple more of those before i can let you do this." garrett motioned to the now empty glass. he wasn't the kind of guy to judge a girl based on the fact if she was wasted or not, in fact, he would be the person she'd get wasted with, and then have mind blowing sex after wards. so garrett may have a reputation for being a player, and definately never has clean intentions towards a girl. but it still keeps them coming, maybe his ungodly good looks are the hand that feeds.
and to think just 5 minutes ago, he was wishing for some fun, and look who makes her way towards him. garrett almost laughed to himself. he had luck like that. garrett suddenly could not wait to slip his hands around her tiny waist, and watch move her body in every way it was suppose to. garrett pulled out another cigarette to relive that familiar calming effect. for a brief moment, he had the urge to get high later. but that all faded when he gazed over her glowing porcelain skin, and suddenly wondered what it would taste like under his tongue. so maybe he was staring... just a little, she wouldn't mind would she?" [/center] STATUS; fini
MUSIC; do you feel - rocket summer
WORDS; three seven seven
CREDITS; SAFA ! of caution 2.0 for the template ! |
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Post by yuri alice itami on Feb 19, 2009 22:16:07 GMT -5
·I USED TO KNOW THIS GIRL WHO GAVE HER LOVE AWAY· [/color] ,, TO EVERY GUY SHE MET WITH ALL THE GAMES THEY PLAYED
[/font] yuri smiled at garrett's voice. it put her into a small trance, how well it flowed, even if he was a bit drunk. her eyes flickered to the empty glass. she did need a few more sips to make sure that garrett wouldn't look like a damn fool tripping over his drunken feet. yuri let out a small giggle and tapped the edge of her cup waiting for the bartender to reproach. she moved her hips from side to side to the beat of the music. all yuri wanted to do was dance, and drink, and laugh... the drunk feeling needed to come already. life seemed so much more entertaining from drunk eyes.
"can you give me another, flat." she fluttered her eyelashes and bit her lip sheepishly. the bartenders eyes traveled along her body and turned quickly with the cup, refilling it and putting it back on the counter. yuri winked at him and placed the glass to her lips. the alcohol shot through her veins like heroin. she could feel her vision blurring, the feeling of drunkenness finally sweeping over her body. She licked her lips and placed the half finished cup on the counter. "151 is something you cannot drink flat..." she giggled. "remind me of that next time garr. please."
she took the cup off the counter again and shot down the last bit. her lips pursed and her eyes slowly shifted to garrett's face. "can w-hehe dance now?" yuri's voice ended up being more of a drunk giggle. she took garret's hand and tugged lightly. yuri wasn't exactly sure why she wanted to dance with him, but he was extremely attractive, and all she really wanted to do was get into his pants. she wasn't sure if he was the kind of guy that wanted to be friends first. but by the look on his drunk face, he wouldn't actually mind if she seduced him into the next morning.[/center] STATUS; finito
MUSIC; shiny toy guns --- ricochet
WORDS; three twenty three
CREDITS; i took it from you, who took it from SAFA! |
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Post by garrett alexander boston on Feb 21, 2009 10:38:08 GMT -5
·LIKE A BAD MOVIE I'LL DROP A LINE· [/color] ,, FALL IN THE GRAVE I'VE BEEN DIGGING MYSELF
[/font] garrett watched through intoxicated eyes as yuri asked for another drink from the bartender. he watched her swallow the drink and knew it would hit her bloodstream almost instantly, in fact he was feeling the buzz himself. he wasn't quite sure if yuri would be the kind of girl to come home with him and spend the night without expecting any follow-up relationship... unless it was purely physical. from the way she hung around the bar/club he figured she didn't have too many standards or limitations for herself... which was in every way, a good thing.
garrett obediently followed yuri's lead onto the dance floor. he was in every way mesmerized with the way yuri's hip swayed whenever she walked. sure she stumbled a little when she walked, a direct result of hard liquor. his own head spun a little, and room seemed to tilt just slightly to the left, or maybe he was just leaning that way. at this point garrett stopped thinking with his head, considering it was in a fuzzy state, and let his hormones take over, and boy they were strong hormones.
garrett laid his left hand on yuri's lower back as if to guide her through the crowd. he traced his fingers across the silky fabric and along her spine, if only the dress was backless. this girl was so fine, and he was loosing his mind. they walked forward a few more steps, then garrett was now sort of standing behind yuri, and his lips turned upward into a grin as he moved his hand from her back to encircle her waist, resting his hands on her flat stomach. all the while pulling her closer to him. he turned his head slightly nibbled on her ear. he laughed to himself, thinking of how lexie so disapproved of his 'outgoing' ways, she often joked with him about how he had probably contracted herpes, and had countless illegitimate children. although garrett didn't understand why lexie didn't take advantage of what was given to her, natural beauty, no lexie was the type to have her eye on one person at a time. while garrett was, in lexie's words, a pig. garrett let his lips travel down the side of yuri's neck, savoring the soft feeling of her skin beneath his lips, the sweet taste of it was making him go crazy. garrett lingered a moment, breathing in the faint smell of jasmine, before lifting his head a meeting her eyes again.[/center] STATUS; fini
MUSIC; beer tears - dropout year
WORDS; four one four
CREDITS; SAFA ! of caution 2.0 for the template ! |
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Post by yuri alice itami on Feb 22, 2009 19:07:50 GMT -5
·I USED TO KNOW THIS GIRL WHO GAVE HER LOVE AWAY· [/color] ,, TO EVERY GUY SHE MET WITH ALL THE GAMES THEY PLAYED
[/font] the fact that garrett said very little didn't bother yuri much. she was usually the talkative one anyway. she continued to pull garrett until they were close to the center of the dance floor. the bass of the speakers made the floor shake, which altered yuri's walking quite a bit. though the liquor helped extremely to nearly knock her off her feet. she let the rhythm [/center] STATUS; not dun
MUSIC; all that i'm living for--- evanescence
WORDS;
CREDITS; i took it from you, who took it from SAFA! |
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