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Post by Gracie♥ on Oct 2, 2010 18:24:43 GMT -8
i stepped on the gas, turning my music up until i couldn't hear the engine. the song knives and pens came screaming out of the stereo, and i pulled down the mirror to fiddle with my hair until it was just right. these emo haircuts, they're pretty hard to keep up. if you have serious ocd like i do, anyways. groggily watching the road, i sped toward the nearest club. flashing lights streamed from the windows, causing searing pains to pulse through my head. shit. well, it was nothing a couple of shots couldn't fix. and with that, i was pulling up to the bar, swerving to avoid a couple of drunk girls who were straining to keep themselves upright. an unavoidable feeling washed over me, one i'd had so many times before - tonight was going to be a good night. it was decided.
with a sigh, i snapped the door open and vaulted out of the driver's seat. a tall, lanky pretty-boy stood idly in the door. his short blond hair and brightly clothed body stood out like a sore thumb in this crowd, but he seemed to feel perfectly at home here. god dammit, he should go back to wherever he came from. as i was striding into the dimly lit club, he bumped into my shoulder. gently, sure, but it was a perfect excuse to get on his case for being here.
" dumbfuck, watch where you're going, " i warned him icily, glaring at him through the red contacts i'd shoved into my eyes before leaving my dorm room.
like a frightened child, he scurried away as i watched, a satisfied smile playing across my features. as soon as he was out of sight, i strolled slowly toward the bar. a sexy young bartender stood, grinning, behind the counter. i reached into my back pocket, fumbling for a fake id and some cash. she accepted both with a mischevious grin. just the kind of girl i liked. returning her gaze, i took the drink and sipped it, feeling the alchohol rush through my veins.
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TUNES - devil in a midnight mass ; billy talent.
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Post by summerstorm on Oct 2, 2010 18:41:57 GMT -8
 HOW CAN I DECIDE WHAT'S RIGHT WHEN YOUR CLOUDING UP MY MIND?
Was it fair to say that I had died more in the last couple days, than a few weeks ago, when my life was taken from me?
Maybe not. But that's what it felt like. Yeah, sure, the scars had healed. But I rather take all those scars, all those wounds back again if it meant that I could go back to the way things used to be. But then again, maybe I was sounding too cliché. I pressed a cold glass against my lips, shutting my eyes as I downed yet another shot. Hell, sometimes I wondered if the undead could actually get wasted, or if it was just some sick figure of my imagination. I nodded to the bartender to fill the glass again, as I took the time to take a glance around. There was one guy that entered the bar that caught my eye.
I watched non-chalantly as he sat down at the counter, handing the bartender some cash before receiving a drink. I turned my gaze back towards the glass that sat idly on the countertop, alcohol swishing in the glass as I held it between my fingers.
What was I even doing here? This wasn't me. Well, not all of me at least. Sure, when I was alive there were times I would go to the bar, much like today. But that wasn't to say that I just sat here, alone, getting wasted. Hell, things were so different it was almost hard to imagine my life before death. I ran a shaky hand through my hair before downing the next shot, face twisted for a moment as I shook my head to try and rid it of the most painful thoughts.
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Post by Gracie♥ on Oct 2, 2010 19:47:49 GMT -8
an upbeat song started to blast from the speakers, the sound waves hitting me like a million needles to my slim figure. as i was waiting for my pounding headache to subside, i spotted a girl sitting alone a few seats down from me. she was downing shot after shot without even stopping for a breather. damn, that girl could drink. hah. just my type. with a sly smile, i vaulted myself up off the barstool and strode toward her, red eyes gleaming. well, my eyes aren't actually red, but, you know, colored contacts are the shit. lets just say i enjoy throwing people off gaurd like that.
" hey hun, " i started, circling her in the manner a wolf circling his prey. " not dancing tonight? " i inquired cooly, reaching and slipping a finger under the strap of her bra, snapping it playfully back onto her cold, rigid shoulders. " come on, loosen up, " i cooed, biting my bottom lip to reveal white teeth, framed with pointed canine teeth. they were natural, sure, but definitely finished off the edgy look i had been trying for.
TAG - allie!(summer<3)
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass ; billy talent.
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Post by summerstorm on Oct 2, 2010 20:04:31 GMT -8
HOW CAN I DECIDE WHAT'S RIGHT WHEN YOUR CLOUDING UP MY MIND?
Hey, hun. Not dancing tonight? Come on, loosen up.
The voice started me, much as the action did. The strap snapped back sharply against my skin, but I barely felt it. I wasn't going to say there was an advantage to being dead... but still. It didn't hurt. I pushed the shot glass away, listening to the oh so familiar sound as it slid across the counter. I looked out of the corner of my eye to see it was the guy I had seen arrive in the bar. I ran my hand through my hair, shaking my head. I debated my words before answering. Either I wrote him off right away, or had a bit of fun. Well, I'll admit, he is hot.
"Well hell. I don't see you dancing either."
I shot back playfully, my eyebrows raising in a mock like smirk, pale skin almost radiant in the dim bar light. As I looked up at him, I took in a few things; one, his tattoos. All intricate pieces of art forever imbedded upon his skin. Interesting. Two, his eyes. Red contacts, huh? Well some people never failed to surprise me.
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Post by Gracie♥ on Oct 2, 2010 20:35:31 GMT -8
" well, hell, i don't see you dancing either. "
the chick had a point. i paused, trying to think of a comeback for her playful words. " why do you think i asked you? " i retorted, a teasing chuckle escaping my lips. a new, familiar song started to play, taking a perfect opprotunity to get us dancing. i wiped a stray peice of eyeliner from my face, waiting for the song to hit the chorous so i could drag her onto the dance floor. drums boomed from the stereo, leading into the loud rap verses, which i was sure were written for situations like this one. the slow, steady beat, and sexy lyrics were perfect for grinding, too - i knew this from experience.
" i know it might seem like she doesn't like me, she really wants to ride me. " n!tro's voice snapped into my thoughts. a sly smile crossing my face, i took her hand and led her to the center of the floor. " she's the one that can blow me away, like a tsunami, " i shot her a mischevious grin as the lyrics played across the cramped room, winking at her deviously. sure, i was being a player, but hey. we were both drunk enough not to give a shit.
TAG - allie!(summer<3)
TUNES - devil in a midnight mass ; billy talent.
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Post by summerstorm on Oct 2, 2010 20:50:31 GMT -8
 Why, do you think I asked you? He retorted back, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. I let him take my hand, leading me to the very centre of the dance floor. Well hell, how could I say no? Not to mention that he was incredibly well, to put it bluntly, sexy. But what he didn't know I wasn't even partially wasted. I guess that was my answer then; the undead couldn't get wasted. Hm. It was odd, to see something that you would normally see through drunken eyes, now, through clear and completely undivided eyes.
"Is this you asking me?"
I raised an eyebrow, giving him a quizzical look as I bit my lip flirtatiously. It couldn't hurt, could it? He winked at me as the song blasted from the speakers, my body beginning to sway in time with the music, eyes still holding his.
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Post by Gracie♥ on Oct 3, 2010 9:24:13 GMT -8
" i think it's an invitation, in more ways than one. "
the girl's slim finger rose, grazing my lips lightly. her teasing, polite rejection came as a slight surprise to me - this girl seemed slutty enough, right? but then again, she was probably just playing. the corner of my mouth curled into a smug grin, leaning in to kiss her, my lips brushing hers with a gentle persistence. her lips were cold and motionless, but i was too wasted to care.
" well, what are you waiting for? "
[/color] i breathed, uttering the words in between gentle kisses. as the music melted into a slower, sexier song, i wrapped my arms around the girl's waist. it hit me then that i'd never even asked her what her name was, but by now it was a little late. i could ask her later, when we would most likely wake up, hung over as fuck, and wrote down each others numbers but would probably never call. yeah, i know how these things go down. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] TAG - allie!(summer<3)
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Post by summerstorm on Oct 3, 2010 19:27:14 GMT -8
Well, what are you waiting for?
He leaned in, brushing his lips against mine persistently, like open flames against my chilled, lifeless lips. When he spoke it was muffled against my skin as he continued to kiss my softly, teasingly as I bit my lip flirtatiously. Feeling his warm hands against my waist, listening to the music change it was as if I could convince myself I was wasted, and just go with it. And I mean, in reality, being wasted sounded pretty good right now. I needed to get away... for as long as humanely possible. Things had been... lets just say a tad on the stressful side lately. It wasn't so bad that I was wanting to let loose, have a little fun, right?
Ah, god dammit. If I really could get wasted right now, then I wouldn't be asking myself these questions. I would just do it, completely blindly, without any sense what so ever. Ah, the simplicity of being alive. How I miss it.
"I'm not your normal, everyday wasted girl... "
I whispered, my breath against his lips as I raised my eye brows questioningly before letting my lips brush up against his with such ease that they barely touched. Strands of my hair framed my face as I ran a hand through it. My face was inches his as my hands reached easily around his neck, cooled, undead skin against alive, warm skin. I would never get used to the feeling of it. Sometimes I wondered what I would miss most about being undead. Honestly... I didn't know. I could think of many things, yet they were all insignificant in their own way. Odd, yes. I wondered listlessly why I couldn't think of anything more important to pick at.
Maybe it was a hint to stop over-thinking things. Yeah, lets go with that.
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