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Post by lexie jae cullen on Feb 18, 2009 3:30:47 GMT -5
 (I WAS LONLEY NOW YOU MAKE ME FEEL ALIVE)(WILL YOU BE MINE TONIGHT).....................................................
(Lexie). was shivering, it was around eight o'clock at night, and three degrees below zero. It was freezing. Lexie did expect the bus to be so late and so she didn’t grab a jacket. Instead all she had was a hoodie over top of her t-shirt. As she stood there at the bus stop shivering she kept looking back and forth down the street. Lexie didn’t know why she looked both ways, since the bus always came the same way. Lexie hated taking the bus, but her mustang was in the shop and so it was unusable. A lot of people were taking the bus that day. There was a gothic looking couple making out on the other side of the bench, Lexie tried to avert her eyes, but she could help looking at them. not because they were kissing, but because there was more metal on their faces then skin. There was a loner looking girl with her nose in a book and a homeless man pushing around a buggy of all his stuff. As Lexie sat there a elder lady walked up to the bus stop. She had a basket with some groceries in it. No one moved on the bench as she approached. Lexie couldn’t believe these people, so she got up and offered the seat she had to the lady. The lady said thank you in a sweet voice, and offered Lexie a small candy. Lexie couldn’t help but smile at her. She loved old people, well most old people. She wasn’t fond of the grumpy variety. She like the sweet old grandparent type.
The bus finally came and as Lexie got on she saw it was almost full with people. All different shapes and sizes. She walked down the aisle and saw a mother with two small children. one was sitting next to the mother and looked to be around two. The other was sitting in the seat just in front of the mother, and she looked to be about six. The mother seemed to be having a hard time handling the screaming six year old and the crying two year old. Lexie walked up to the mother and asked Do you mind if i sit with your daughter? the mother looked up at Lexie and smiled sure, if you wish Lexie smiled back and sat down. The little girl stopped screaming and looked at Lexie hi, what’s your name? Lexie asked the girl, Sarah the little girl replied. that’s a pretty name Lexie said, would you like a sweet? Sarah looked at her mom, who smiled and said yes. Lexie reached into her bag and grabbed a campino candy out of it, and handed it to the girl. She took it and popped it in her mouth. She smiled and Lexie grabbed out her sketch book. she didn’t want to look around because the bus was packed and the only thing her eye level was peoples butts and she didn’t want to look at random peoples butts. Except one guy standing a few people ahead of where she sat. He had short, spiky blonde hair and the bluest eyes she ever saw, and he had a nice butt. He smiled at Lexie and she smiled back, just then she heard a little voice beside her ask what is that? she looked down to see Sarah pointing at her sketch book. my sketch book she replied, what is it for? Sarah asked. This kid has so many questions, but Lexie figured that it was a kid thing. I draw designs and pictures in it Lexie answered opening the book to show Sarah some of her pictures. After a couple minutes of showing Sarah some pictures Lexie came to her stop.
Lexie said by to Sarah and her mom. And squeezed through the crowded bus before she stepped off onto the side walk. That was a nice bus ride Lexie said out loud to herself, since no one was there. She had to walk about a block down the street in order to get to the club. The front was locked and all closed up until opening at nine-thirty. So she walked around to the back and knocked on the door. When it opened she saw Bruno standing there. He was one of the clubs bouncers, and Lexie’s favorite. He was the typical strong silent type but he talked a lot with Lexie. They were tight, and Lexie loved working with him. She was a DJ, but she also did some behind the show work. She would help the dancers get ready and she did some stage manager work as well. her favorite job was the DJ gig. She loved picking out some new mixes and even making some with her keyboard. She had control of the switchboard, so on some days off she would be able to make some new songs, she liked taking songs and making re-mixes. This night was a big night, there was some talent scouts coming to see the dancers or something and so Lexie had to come early to help out with sound and music. Colleen, the club manager, wanted her to set up some new mix's for the big show.
Lexie went back stage and there was half dressed girl running around. Lexie knew she had to get out of her jeans and at-shirt and get into some 'work clothes'. So she ran into one of the change rooms and put on a small purple dress and some leggings that were on the extra wrack. When she walked out through the crowd Colleen walked up to her and handed her a headset. Lexie looked at it confused, when Colleen said I have to be sitting with the scouts tonight talking about the dancers. So your stage manager before Lexie could say anything Colleen was gone. Lexie put the headset on and started asking people where people where and what was done already. Then she ran up to the DJ's box where Ryan, her replacement DJ, was already starting to set up and looking quite nervous. Lexie handed him the mix and told him what to do with it, he looked a little calmer after that. Then it was back stage for her the rest of the night. She had assisted Colleen running things back there so she knew what to do. She started by helping some of the girls find their clothes for their different acts, and helped other with hair and make-up. It was thirty minutes until opening and Lexie could hear the music start to play which meant ten minutes until the doors started to open. After finding a girl her jazzy outfit for the second number another stage hand came up to Lexie and told her someone was waiting for her at the side stage door. Lexie wasn’t expecting anyone but she went there anyways.
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(STATUS). done.
(LYRICS). take me on the floor - the veronicas.
(WORDS). one-thousand-nine-nine.
(CREDITS). to moi. |
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Post by scott james rhoades on Feb 18, 2009 22:31:43 GMT -5
 • • I’ll Be Your Crying Shoulder • •• • I’ll Be The Greatest Fan Of Your Life • • He stood in front of the door. That door was the entrance and the exit. He debated on leaving for a fleeting moment, glancing back over his shoulder. It was one last glance to the warmth before he boldly entered the cold. Chills immediately rolled up and down his spine. He fought back a shiver, refusing to give into the numbing air that nipped at his face. Oh, he hated winter.. Well, hate was a strong word, but he disliked it strongly with a passion. He could not wait until spring. The sidewalk and even the streets were empty. People were smart for staying indoors. A stray car passed by him, and he squinted as its headlights shone brightly into his astounding blue eyes. His eyes were incredibly dark, though could easily capture your attention. He breathed into the negative below air, watching his vapor swirl around him before disappearing. He walked casually down the sidewalk, passing by the occasional homeless person. He gave a nonchalant smile, and that smile alone was welcoming and inviting. It revealed white teeth that were straight. His destination was to head for the bus stop nearby. By now, he was questioning his own sanity. It was colder than anything, and he was walking. Oh yes, he was perfectly sane. None the less, he smiled to himself and continued to walk. Hell, he was already outside. There was no use running back to the warm place he had left behind. He would survive, even if it killed him.
He drew his black coat tighter around him, savoring what little warmth it gave off. A black button up shirt was beneath it. It was thin, but he would cope for the moment. At least the shirt had long sleeves. Usually he would wear t-shirts and jeans and walk outside. Well, he was smartening up. His dark blue jeans complimented his muscular frame nicely. His blond hair was spiked, and his eyes naturally sticking out from his overall appearance. His frame of six feet and three inches stuck out against the darkness, and his footsteps resonated around him. He often glanced back over his shoulder as if simply checking. In fact, his footsteps echoing made him skeptical. He should have taken his Escalade but no. He decided to save gas and money, and walk to the bus stop. He was mentally beating himself up, but he was beaming with happiness when he arrived upon the bus stop. He was there alone. Great.. That was even creepier, but he ignored everything that bothered him at the moment. He was content with just studying the world around him. He stood under a streetlight. It gave off very little light, but it made him visible. If only black was not his color, then he could stand out without the bus driver blowing past him. Now, that happened one too many times. He could not really complain. It gave him a temporary exercise, and he loved to exercise. An excerise-aholic you could call him, and he would not complain about it. It was, in fact, how he got his chiseled body.
With that body he wanted to pursue modeling. Underwear modeling was something that he was considering. He had a few photo shoots in the recent days, and was supposed to have one tonight, but the photographer cancelled. With nothing to do, he decided to go to a club. He might as well do something before he drove himself to boredom. He could not stand being bored. He had to do something. That’s where exercising came into play, and offered its services. Scott Rhoades, or if you are family, or his friends, you know him better as Scotty. His friends never called him Scott. In fact, they would sometimes even stare at him with shock, and ask the age old question “Your name is Scott?! I just thought it was Scotty.” Scott could not complain. He liked his nickname. He had many, but that seemed to be his favorite. He looked down the street, but was only faced with a deserted road that stretched before him. Where was this bus? Y’know.. Bus drivers should really consider being on time for people freezing their butts off at the bus stop. Scott shivered briefly, and exhaled into the air. He amused himself for a while by watching his breath swirl into the air. If someone was at the bus stop with him, he would be talking to that person. However, Scott was alone, and he was sick of himself at this point in time. The sound of chains hitting the tar of the black street rang out, and his head lifted hopefully.
Immediately his face lit up as the bus drove up. The bus driver looked familiar, and Scott recalled him from the time he had to run to catch up to it. The door opened, and he smiled brightly at the people. No two looked alike, and Scott was eager to get to socializing. He deposited the money into the machine, but before he walked off the bus driver talked to him. ”I greatly appreciate you standing under that light.” Scott laughed quietly. His voice masculine and the laugh light and somewhat low. His voice was accented for he had been living in Massachusetts ever since he was sixteen and a half. His accent never faded, and he was grateful. ”Don’t mention it. I wasn’t up for running after the bus tonight.” Scott’s voice was just like his laugh. It was deep, though bright and welcoming. Sure he may look intimidating, but he was a cuddly teddy bear that meant no harm. Well, unless he was provoked, then that was another story. The bus driver laughed, and Scott took a seat in front of the bus. The back was cramped and crowded, and he certainly did not want to squash himself when there was a vacant seat. He smiled at the person sitting in the seat in front of him. He returned the smile after studying him for a moment. At the next stop a pregnant woman had come onto the bus. Seeing as there were no empty seats, Scott stopped her instantly. ”Here, ma’am. Please take my seat.” He stood up before she could thank him or agree to sitting down. She smiled gratefully at him. ”Thank you so much. You have no idea how bad being pregnant is.” Scott laughed quietly. ”You’re right.. I really don’t.” The woman laughed gently, somewhat caught off guard that someone was so.. Nice and a gentleman. It was not everyday that someone had thought of someone else instead of themselves.
Scott, eager for conversation, ensued one with the pregnant lady beside him. He clutched the pole above him. His bicep flexed through his black coat, though Scott did not seem to notice. As the bus came to another stop, he spotted a girl get on. The girl was around his age, and sat next to a six year old girl. He had given her a smile, as he did with the other passengers, and she had returned it. Scott turned his head and began to talk to the woman again. He was too polite to ignore her, and he did force a conversation on her shoulders. ”How are you?” He asked as though he were talking to an old friend. Scott was always easy to talk to for he was easy going, and his personality seethed from his body. Suddenly he was hugged from behind, however the arms only reached down to his legs. Confused and somewhat caught off guard, he looked down and saw a young boy clinging to his leg. He smiled down at him. This would not be the first time a random child hugged him. Scott loved kids, and they apparently loved him. ”Hey there, kiddo.” Scott said gently, and the boy let go immediately before his mother came down to yell at him. The boy blushed, and giggled, bolting back to his mother to hide behind her. He peered shyly around his mother, and stared at him from his position. The pregnant lady had gotten off at the stop, though Scott did not sit down. He had too much energy pent up. I will tell you; this boy can last for days. Scott had stamina, and energy that could keep him awake for God knows how long, though he slept easily when he needed it. Finally his stop came, and he realized it was the same stop as the girl whom had sat next to the six year old. The same one he smiled at and returned it.
Scott said good-bye to the bus driver who simply nodded and smiled as he went out into the bitter cold again. Scott’s head snapped in her direction as she spoke of the bus ride. He was going to say something, but could only watch as she went to the back door to enter. He however had to wait until the doors opened. He stood patiently, refusing to jump up and down to warm himself back up again. He did not want to look like an insolent fool. Well, Scott could care less about what other people thought. Just as he was about to jump up and down, the doors opened. He quickly paid the admission, and hurried inside. The heat struck him once more, and he smiled happily. The smallest things made him smile, and having heat to melt his freezing body was one of them. He grabbed an empty table, and withdrew his coat. He hung it on the chair, and sat down, wondering as to where the girl had went off to. Scott would have to wait, but he did not stop himself from scanning the club for her. Maybe she would pop out from no where.. He could only wish. For now, he was relaxed, placing his chin into the palm of his hand. His blue eyes searching the room that now began to fill with other bodies. Scott was more than content, and it showed through his body language and even his facial features.
Status: Done!
Lyrics: I’ll Be by Edwin McCain
Word Yo!: 1,655
Credits: Lil’ ole me.
Notes: Yeah.. I hope this is alright. I got a little carried away. =: D I hope you enjoy it! Hehe! |
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Post by garrett alexander boston on Feb 19, 2009 21:39:31 GMT -5
 ·SCATTER MY ASHES WHERE THEY WON'T BE FOUND·[/color] ,, I KEPT MY WORD WHEN I SWORE THAT I WOULD LET YOU DOWN
[/font] garrett checked his watch for the tenth time that night. this night was a busy one for garrett. he had a show coming up later at justine, but that wouldn't be for another couple of hours, then there would naturally be an aftershow party that he would greatly regret the next morning. he generally liked the late crowd. but that still didn't explain why garrett suddenly had the jitters. he shook them off quickly and downed a bottle of water in less than five seconds. just preshow nerves, garrett convinced himself, preshow nerves. for the next twenty minutes, he tried occupying his mind with chores but quickly gave up after finding it impossible to sort through his desk. finally a thought came to his mind... lexie. she was working tonight, which meant the perfect opportunity to tease her a little. she worked at the local strip club.. crash, though she wasn't the dancer, it was still fun to jokingly hit on her as if she were. garrett laughed as he pulled out his phone, ran through the contacts and finally stopped on jade. he already had plans with her tonight, but that only involved his show at justine, he sent jade a text telling her to just meet him at crash in a twenty minutes or so. afterwards he returned the phone to his pocket and bolted out the door.
garrett drove down the familiar road and finally arrived at his planned destination. he parked in an acceptable place, and got out of his car. he stood in the parking lot for a few minutes, one waiting to see if jade was showing up anytime soon, and two he was debating on whether to go to the side door, or just pop in the main ones. the air was chilly around him, which made garrett zip up his plain black hoodie, he even found the need to put the hood on as well. he lit up cigarette and watched the smoke billow around him before fading away into the air. he looked around him a few more times, and finally decided jade wasn't showing up yet, and didn't want to wait any longer in this godforsaken weather. he threw down the cigarette butt, stepped on it, and finally went for the side doors. if he had chose to go in the front, lexie could just hide and avoid him the entire time, considering well she was in her 'work clothes' and he knew it bothered her when garrett would magically show up the exact nights she was working... haha, he knew her too well. but if he went to the side, they would be one on one, and she couldn't duck away. garrett bit on his bottom lip and he gently knocked on the cold metal door, a few moments later a stage hand came out and ask what he wanted. garrett asked for lexie, he didn't want to give anything else away, it was the element of surprise.[/center] STATUS; fini
MUSIC; coffee shop soundtrack - all time low
WORDS; four nine nine
NOTES; damn, my entries are getting shorter and shorter.. pfft
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Post by kitty on Feb 19, 2009 22:53:59 GMT -5
[/i] to let ti air dry, meaning it was ridiculously curly. However somehow she managed to tame the beast and find an outfit that actually matching for once and made her actually look a bit older for a change. Then again it was horrible to drive in heels, though somehow she managed just fine. The only thing that did not go well in the slightest was when Jade attempted to put her contacts in which was the reason why she was wearing her glasses. As grabbing her phone she cursed lightly under her breathe definitely not looking forward to seeing Garrett's friend Lexi. There was no doubt that Jade didn't particularly like Lexi and it was obvious Lexi did not like her as well. Slamming the door and hitting the alarm as she walked away from her vehicle Jade began to press buttons on her phone sending Garr a message to tell him she had arrived and was going through the front. It didn't help that she could barely feel her fingers, but somehow she managed to type and hit send before she reached the front doors, quickly flashing her fake ID and paying the fee. The whole place sort of made her felt weird and judging by the looks she was getting the various men thought the opposite. Jade could tell that more than a few of them were curious about what she looked like with out the sweater dress on. The thought of in one of them envisioning her in just her knee high black boots sceeving her out just a little. I'm going to kill Garrett she thought silently cursing him for not waiting. Those thoughts quickly vanished as she remembered just how could it was outside. The club was warm, something which delighted Jade as her limbs began to thaw little by little. The sudden thought of how good her coordination was when she couldn't feel a thing stuck her as odd. Not once had she so much as stumbled, though there was no question that by the time the night was over that streak would change. Showing off her legs was worth the risk though and surprisingly she even thought she looked good, but she hoped she wasn't wrong on that assumption. Dark brown eyes scanned the room looking for the person she had come to meet, but all she found were a few dancers on stage and a few older men with their eyes glued to them. Spotting an empty table Jade took a seat crossing one leg over the other, her legs seeming longer than they were in the spike heeled boots, while her sweater dress slid up to a little above mid thigh. Looking at her phone she shot another text to Garrett asking where he was before she sat back ordered a drink and waited...[/blockquote][/size]
outfit; clicketh!
music; church of hot addiction -- cobra starship
word count; five eighty
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Post by lexie jae cullen on Feb 19, 2009 23:49:44 GMT -5
(I WAS LONLEY NOW YOU MAKE ME FEEL ALIVE)(WILL YOU BE MINE TONIGHT) .....................................................
(Lexie). turned down her head set and hugged her clip board close to her chest as she pushed through the curtains on the side of the dance stage. She was wearing a short skinny strap purple dress, and it was cold. People kept opening and closing the doors bringing in equipment for on stage and for different acts. So it was quite breezy in the back. Lexie was told that someone was waiting for her at the east back entrance, she was by the west, and because she wasn’t stupid and wasn’t about to walk around back out side. So she was going to try and go through the back, but it was way to crowded with half dressed dancers and people setting up, so she had to walk through the club. Good thing she was in the work clothes already because as she stepped through the curtains she saw that there was already a few people sitting at booths and tables thought out the club. Mostly male, go figure. As she weaved around tables she smiled at some of the customers, some regulars she knew. When she first started working there, she would walk around running errands and setting up and men would pinch her butt, thinking she was a dancer. She didn’t think she looked or acted like a dancer, she just played the music. That didn’t happen much anymore, unless some new drunken college kids came around.
As she walked and looked at all the faces drinking beer and chatting she met a familiar face, well not that familiar, but it was the blonde cutie from the bus earlier. Lexie stopped and had to do a double take. Was he following her? She didn’t have time to think too much about it. Some was waiting for her, not that she knew who. The tables were set up in such a way that Lexie had to walk right past his table. She walked past hoping that he wouldn’t recognize her. She walked by quickly and then started to walk back to the backroom. She got back to the east curtain and just before she walked she turned to catch a quick peek at the cutie, when she did her eyes met his. Her eyes went wide and she quickly went back stage hoping he thought she was just looking around, and not just at him. She stood behind the curtain for a moment that he wasn’t really looking at her, maybe he was just looking around. Then she continued to the back door. Once she got there She saw Bruce standing over Garr, he looked very intimidating compared to Garr. Bruce was a whole head taller and about two Garr's wide, with arms the size of Garr's head. Which he had crossed against his chest. Garr looked a little scared but lightened up when he saw Lexie. Lexie couldn’t help but laugh don’t worry Bruce he’s with me Lexie said, as soon as Lexie said that Bruce turned into a teddy bear. He relaxed and smiled at Lexie. And walked back to the door. Garr looked a little stunned so Lexie went and linked her arm with his and started to lead him more into the club. What are you doing here? Lexie asked as they walked to the curtain, I thought you had a gig tonight. They walked through the curtain and started to pass through the club. As they walked she tried to sneak another look at Mr. Cutie. They made it to the west curtain and Lexie stopped and placed a hand on Garr's chest to stop him. Now she started, I'm only going to let you back here if you can control your testosterone she looked down at his pants, and your dick. She shot him a playful smile before heading through the curtain, Garr was a guy and with the dancers running around half dressed getting ready for the show, that something in him would get very happy. Especially for Garr, he really liked the ladies.
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(STATUS). done.
(LYRICS). take me on the floor - the veronicas.
(WORDS). six-seven-four.
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Post by scott james rhoades on Feb 20, 2009 15:23:27 GMT -5
• • I’ll Be Your Crying Shoulder • •• • I’ll Be The Greatest Fan Of Your Life • • Ugh. The men here made Scott sick. They wolf whistled wildly at the dancers. They also pinched girls’ butts, and had no respect for women in general. He then wondered why he was here. He shrugged to himself. He wanted a night out, and the club seemed to be his only getaway. There were other reasons why he came here. It was to talk to the people he could talk to, listen to music, and dance with a girl if he felt like it. He wanted to enjoy tonight, and he would there was no doubt about that. He rolled his eyes at the older men who gave him nasty looks. Scott only smirked their way, and looked away from them. They didn’t know him, but judged him anyway. Like he cared at all. Their opinion was their opinion, and he could do nothing to change that. Well, it wasn’t like the men were going to talk to him, and actually get to know him, rather than glare at him by how he looked. First impressions were everything, were they not? He could feel the entrance to the club open and close frequently. The cold entered the club, but would fade away as the heat conquered it. He took his cell phone out casually, moving back up against the back of the chair. He turned it off to silent, so he could focus on other things. He certainly did not want to have his phone bothering him. He was sure he would texts, and have missed calls from family and friends. He could deal with them later.
”Hey there, pretty boy.” One drunken said as he staggered past him. Scott’s jaw clenched, but he ignored him, pretending to be focused entirely on his cell phone. The man snickered as he went back to his buddies who obnoxiously laughed. Their raucous laughter did nothing to ease him, but Scott wasn’t going to fight. It wasn’t who he was. He only did it if he was given a good reason to. He closed his cell phone, and put it back into his pocket. His jaw relaxed soon afterwards, and he glanced up from the glossy surface of the table. When he did, he noticed a girl weaving through the crowd, and he studied her from where he sat. When she had passed by his table, he had a look of confusion, but then remembered her from the bus. Her stop was a quite a few stops after his own. He gave her a smile of acknowledgment, but did not stop her. She looked like she worked here, and thus she had to run around organizing everything. He watched her pass by, but then averted his attention to the men laughing, and muttered perverted things. Again, Scott’s eyes rolled before he looked back to the surface. He felt eyes on him, and lifted his head to look over to where the girl from the bus stood. Their eyes met, and he watched her disappear behind the curtain. He was happy, at least. He did want to see her, and he did. So, that alone, made him smile. I did say he was easy to please, and easy to make him smile. The smallest things made him over-joyed.
”Hey, handsome. What can I get you?” A waitress stood in front of him, and Scott looked at her. He smiled, used to pet names. He did not flirt with her. If he did, she would be expecting a good tip. ”I’ll have a soda. Thanks.” The waitress seemed a little upset that he did not do what she was probably used to. She sauntered off and returned a few moments. ”Here you are.” She said, gently placing down a glass on a napkin. The glass had a good amount of ice cubes, and then she placed down the unopened soda. Good. It was unopened. He did not trust people in clubs, especially the sketchy kinds. God knows if he had not opened that soda himself, and poured it into the glass himself, that the waitress could have slipped him something. Then again, if that happened, the club would shut down, and she would be the reason why. She had left, and Scott was relieved. He cleaned the top of the soda with the napkin, and opened it. He poured it into the glass to the top, and drank it halfway down. Hey, he was thirsty. Give him a break. He observed the club scene, and again had spotted the girl from the bus. However, she was arm in arm with a guy. Scott did not mind, but saw she snuck a glance at him from the corner of his eye. He only smiled, and traced the top of the table with a finger. It was his temporary source of amusement for now. Scott glanced around, watching the waitresses and waiters walk around, taking orders. He lifted one leg, and had it rest on the knee of his other. Comfortably he shifted his weight back, letting two legs of the chair to lift off the ground. Now, he could observe the people without being too noticeable. And if he was lucky, he could catch a glimpse of the girl again.
Status: Done!
Lyrics: I’ll Be by Edwin McCain
Word Yo!: 874
Credits: Lil’ ole me.
Notes: I have muse leftover. =: D Post should be longer next time around. |
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Post by garrett alexander boston on Feb 22, 2009 15:32:42 GMT -5
·SCATTER MY ASHES WHERE THEY WON'T BE FOUND· [/color] ,, I KEPT MY WORD WHEN I SWORE THAT I WOULD LET YOU DOWN
[/font] garrett breathed a sigh of relief when lexie finally made her way to the side door, thus saving him from macho man, apparently named bruce. though he did seem like he had a soft side, at least it showed when lexie talked to him. then again, garrett probably looked like some hobo trying to harass lexie... and in a way he was. minus the hobo part, and the harassment would just be for fun. garrett waved goodbye to bruce as lexie linked arms with him, and lead him into the door. so she wasn't as surprised as he had hoped, but at least she let him in, and boy it was warm inside. what are you doing here? don't you have a gig tonight garrett heard lexie's question above the loud commotion of the club. "well, i don't go on for another couple of hours, and i thought hey, why not come visit good ole lexie? and maybe even get a free lap dance out of it..." garrett forced an innocent smile, as he gestured to the 'clothing' lexie was clad in. joking around with lexie was definately one of the most fun things to do. "come on sweet thang, why don't you say we find a room in the back" garrett attempted a wink, but since he was no good at it, it resulted to be a very noticeable blink. 'I'm only going to let you back here if you can control your testosterone... and your dick.' On just a minuscule level, garrett was slightly offended by lexie's comment... then again, she was probably right. nobody knew him better than lexie did. garrett laughed a threw up his hands as if surrendering. "Hey, i can't help it if the ladies find me irresistible, and you know you do too. I'm not making any promises, because there could always be the slight chance i'm kidnapped and forced into a threesome, that i would be completely objected to." garrett crossed his arms over his chest and nodded to emphasize that fact. though lexie would probably call out the bluff, but she probably knew he was joking in the first place.
garrett took another look at lexie, and thought she looked a little distracted tonight. maybe it was because she did have a stage to manage, but then again, lexie always held up well under pressure. she was one of the calmest people ever. she has even witness garrett himself have a girlish freakout. he noticed lexie's eyes did not focus on one place in particular, and she kept looking past the curtain as if waiting for someone. which reminded him... jade. he better go out there to check if she was there yet. garrett nodded towards the direction they should be headed, as if to tell lexie to take the lead. he followed obediently behind her, averting his eyes away from the half-naked girls. which was a very, very difficult thing for someone like garrett boston. "well, i know your busy and all, so i'll catch up with you later. jade is probably out there waiting for me anyways." garrett leaned over for a quick hug and waved goodbye on his way out to the public area. he turned around and smiled real big for lexie, before continuing on his way.
garrett wandered around the tables searching for jade, before finally deciding he needed a quick drink break. he flashed his fake ID and ordered just a regular beer. fun drinks were for later on that night. garrett took a swig from the bottle before finally seeing jade sitting at a table alone. he finished the rest of the bottle and set it down on the counter, and slowly made his way towards jade. he decided to approach her from behind, very quietly he might add. he cupped his hands around her eyes, and yelled "guess who?"[/center] STATUS; fini
MUSIC; remember when - there for tomorrow
WORDS; six four six
NOTES; lalala
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