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Post by VALENTINE AUBREY on Jun 3, 2010 11:03:32 GMT -5
[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] Don't go away again
I want to be more than a story to tell your friends[/b][/size][/font] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size][/center] Today was a miracle day for Aubrey. Though, it wasn't a good one. Instead of lazying around like he normally did, he decided he was actually going to work today. After four straight days of calling in sick, he was going to walk in, do his job, then leave. Which was his first mistake. But he needed the money to pay the bills, keep his stash of candy plentiful, and to make sure that he had an energy drink to drowned himself in every morning. After loitering outside of the book store he worked at for a good ten minutes, he headed inside, ready for the worst and the worst he got. Instead of being welcomed by a pretty face, he was greeted by his manager who quietly chewed his butt out before telling Aubrey that he'd be placing the books on their shelves and that he was going to keep an eye the white-haired slacker. Unlike the normal work day, Aubrey wasn't allowed to laze around behind a counter and cash register while he waited for person after person to buy a book. Instead, he had to stand the whole time, shelving the books with a lollipop in his mouth and his black ear buds in his ears, listening to music. Though, just to piss his manager off even more, he put books in the wrong spots multiple times. He had to do something to keep himself calm.
It wasn't normal for Aubrey to get worked up so easily. He was actually quite the level headed guy and didn't really give a damn about anything but a select few of things or people. But today, something - most likely his boss - rubbed him the wrong way and he just seemed to be restless the rest of the day. He didn't know how to handle it. Aubrey wasn't used to this kind of funk that a lot of other people lived in.
The lollipops weren't having the normal effect on him, either. They normally calmed him and gave him something else to focus on. If someone were to compare him to a smoker, they would be like his cigarettes. Though, that really wasn't the point. The point was that they were no longer working. At least not on this day. Which meant that he had to find some other way to distract himself.
Not really wanting to take up smoking, he decided on drinking. Drinking something other than an energy drink, soda, and tea was rare for him. Though, so was feeling as restless and worked up as he did now. And drinking seemed to help out a couple of his friends. And it wasn't like he was going to get drunk off his rocker. At least, he wasn't planning on getting drunk off his rocker.
Which is how he ended up here. In some foreign bar in some foreign place he hasn't visited yet. There's a first time for everything, though (he was actually a little surprised he hasn't been here yet). He would have just bought some booze from a liquor store and drink it at home but that image didn't go well in Aubrey's mind. It sounded lonely and desperate. And expensive. Aubrey was seriously lacking in the money department now. So he thought he'd try his luck at winning over free drinks from any stranger that was willing to buy.
He was sat at the bar, arms rested on the counter as he stared down at the smooth surface. His lips were pressed in a thin, neutral line that gave away no emotion though something unnatural was hidden in his eyes. The only sign of life he gave was a simple bob of the head in the beat to whatever music was playing to liven up the bar. Occasionally, he would look around the bar, display a playful smirk and, hopefully, win another drink (he really didn't know what he was doing). He wasn't exactly picky about his drinks. As long as it had some sort of sweetness to it, he'd pretty much drink it.
He bought his first drink. Nothing too special, just a cheap beer. It tasted rather horrible but he didn't really seemed to care at the moment. The sweetness of his last lollipop was still present in his mouth so it added a funky yet interesting taste to the otherwise bland drink.
He ran a hand through his hair as a sigh escaped him. Sitting in silence was starting to annoy him. Closing his eyes, he began to believe that he might have to be more just a pretty face lazing around to get a free drink. He didn't know what he was doing and he really didn't feel like himself. He began to believe that he should have just bought the booze and gone home. Maybe call up a friend and watch horror flicks or something. Maybe he should have just gone home. Drinking was not his thing.
Though, there was always a first time for everything. [/blockquote] - [/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] Seems like every time you come back home
It's just to make me fall again[/b][/size][/font] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] [/center] Tags: Open
Word Count: 836
Music: A Story to Tell Your Friends by Every Avenue
Notes: Blah, suckish post that seems to be a bit rambly D: Sorry but anyone is welcomed to just jump in :3 [/size] |
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Post by TAKAKURA HYOE on Jun 3, 2010 12:04:02 GMT -5
 ● ● ● ● ● I think I need a distraction.I'm not staying in.● ● ● ● ● Bright sun, a slight headache, and the unmistakable smell of cigarette smoke. The lines between disappointment and frustration had gotten a little blurry, at this point. Either way, Hyoe was far from being in a good mood. Skipping was something high school kids did to get out of a test. Not something he should be doing to avoid dealing with the oh so lovely people at work. It's not like this was the first time, but that didn't mean he liked doing it. It was just his mood. Maybe it was the weather, or maybe it was just a bad day in general, but he'd woken up in an absolutely awful mood. Already through almost an entire half pack of cigarettes, he had been tempted to hide them from himself for a little while. At least until he was being so bitchy.
How long had it been? What tie was it? He didn't know, and damned if he honestly cared. As amusing as it was to mope around his house, breathing in smoke, he was bored off his ass. Going outside hadn't made it any better, either. Oh sure, he had thought about calling people. Even debated showing up at work, woefully late as it would have been, just for something to do. At this point, almost anything would have been fine with him. As long as it took his mind off of everything else.Two hours. He had spent two hours just wandering the sidewalks with no particular destination in mind before he decided he'd had enough. Such extreme mood funks like this called for the best, and only, remedy he had for such things.
Which was how he'd ended up at the bar. He'd been there before, on far too many times to remember, at least to remember clearly. He was a regular. There were even e few people there that knew his name, not that he knew theirs. He was all to aware of the glances in his direction. Of the smirks and tiny giggles. He looked fairly young, maybe too young to be in a place like this, and he liked that. It got him the kind of attention he wanted when he was like this. They were a distraction. Temporary ones, all of them, but leading people on like he did amused him. He sat at the counter with his first drink, something bright red and almost sickeningly sweet, licking at the rim of the glass while casting lidded glances out in no direction in particular. He looked like he was looking for something, but he wasn't. He was looking for anything. For everything that might possibly entertain him for a little while. Not like it would take long to find. It never did.
His next three drinks were all payed for before he could say 'thanks'. Maybe it was his face. Or maybe it was just his body. He didn't care what it was, just that he'd managed to get himself pulled into a small group. Middle aged men were as far as humanly possible from being his type, but free drinks were a thing he could never say no to. He want even sure what they were buying him anymore. He just drank. The smiles got easier, he laughed more and more frequently, and relished the fog taking over his brain. he didn't even complain when he was pawed at. Mission accomplished, distraction found. This was what he absolutely loved doing. Drinking himself under the table with a bunch of strangers, intent on making him happy, if not for the sake of their own dirty intentions.
He only looked up for a second, glancing around to see what else there was to be played with. Something caught his eye, but at this point, he wasn't really sure what, or whom it was. Hyoe was pretty sure it was somebody he knew, but he'd been wrong before with things like that. He gave a lazy wave to the men he was sitting with, leaving them with a slightly slurred "I'll be back later, alright? " and a few giggles. Swirling the contents of the glass in his hand, something clear so it might have been straight vodka, he sauntered rather unsteadily towards the familiar, unfamiliar person. Did he know somebody with white hair? Work. .someone at work. Oh right! Mentally smacking himself upside the head for not remembering something like that, he tapped them on the back of their shoulder, or at least tried to. Missing by a wide margin, he ended up lightly poking them in the back of the head, but he didn't notice. The alcohol in his system made his head buzz and his vision shift without his discretion. "Hey, th' hell're you doing here? " There was a smile twisting his lips and a giggle coloring his mushed up words as he spoke. There was no doubt, he was drunk. Exactly how he had wanted to be when he arrived in the first place.
notes: It's kinda short. ; 3 ; I'm sorry for my fail posts, Nini~!
listening to: drugs in my body by Thieves Like Us
muse: probably what I'm listening to, maybe. |
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Post by VALENTINE AUBREY on Jun 4, 2010 23:36:29 GMT -5
[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] Don't go away again
I want to be more than a story to tell your friends[/b][/size][/font] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size][/center] An annoying finger landed smack dab in the middle of the back of Aubrey's white nest of hair. A light sigh escaped him as he figured that the guy asking for his attention was already drunk off his own little rocker. Normally, people would tap someone on the shoulder. Not their head. However annoyed by the thought of a drunken, rambling idiot wanting his attention, he was still going to turn around. It was a bar, there were bound to be dumbass drunks hanging around.
However, the slightly familiar slur made him pause a moment. The image of a certain blue haired co-worker appeared in his mind, causing his head to bow slightly before he allowed himself to turn around. After he slowly raised his head, his theory was correct. Standing before him in a drunken fog was Hyoe.
A slight frown replaced any smile he could have had as a sickening feeling settled in his stomach. He wanted to reach into his pocket and pull out the cherry lollipop he seemed to always have on his person but, alas, his pockets were empty. He ate the last piece of candy he had stashed that morning on his way to the bar. Instead, a light sigh escaped him as he propped himself up with his elbows against the bar behind him. For some reason, he seemed to worry about Hyoe among other things he should be more concerned for - like his depleting candy stash. That's right. He puts candy before most people he knew. He'd even sell himself if there was a promise of a sweet treat afterwords. He was that addicted.
"Come on, take a seat," he softly asked as he patted the stool beside him. Expecting him to sit down, he turned back around to face the bar. Despite his slight dislike of it, he'd rather have Hyoe drunk while he was around. At least he could take Hyoe home without some perverted, middle-aged idiot sneaking his way into his pants.
At least Aubrey was no longer alone.
"I had a rough day at work and my usual lullaby of Blow Pops and Monsters didn't work. So I decided to try something new. At least I know why you weren't at work today," he mumbled slightly, his voice loud enough for Hyoe to here. He expected a slurred you actually went to work today? Though, with Hyoe drunk, he could be surprised.
Grabbing the neck to the bottle of his beer, he brought it up to his lips, slowly taking a swig. Was this what Hyoe was up to when he calls in 'sick'? Drown himself in drink after drink that was provided for him from multiple strangers all hoping to take a ride? All Aubrey did was lay around lazily, eat candy, and pound on the drums.
He hated that Hyoe drank so much. Not that he drank in general. Yet, he couldn't help but think that he was just living his life to the fullest in his own little way. There were quite a few risks to drinking. Alcohol poisoning, stumbling into traffic and so many others that Aubrey couldn't and didn't want to conjure up. Did he have any regrets?
Loudly setting the beer bottle back against the counter so it made a clack, he realized he needed to stop thinking like that. It wasn't helping his funk at all. Though, neither was sitting in a dank bar with smoke swimming in an air of stale desperation that seemed to seep from practically everyone in this place but a select few that still seemed to hold some class (yeah right). Aubrey finally realized that this was why he hardly ever went to bars in his right mind. He didn't mind the drinks or the people. It was the smell. He can't explain it though. Maybe that was why people drank way more than they should. Hopes of dulling their senses against the smell.
"Care to buy me a drink?" he sighed as if in defeat, casting a desperate glance his way before his eyes returned to the beer bottle. Slowly lifting it, he moved it around in a small circle so the liquad would spin around. "Almost out," he added after a moment in hopes of actually recieving something sweet. Maybe he could kill two birds with one stone. He wanted to get a smooth buzz going to block out any worries of his and to satisfy his constant sweet tooth. He might as well do them both at the same time. Surely there was a sickly sweet drink he could down without a problem. [/blockquote] - [/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] Seems like every time you come back home
It's just to make me fall again[/b][/size][/font] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] [/center] Tags: Open
Word Count: 771
Music: A Story to Tell Your Friends by Every Avenue
Notes: Rambly posts are uber rambly ;-; And your post wasn't bad :3 I liked it~ [/size] |
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Post by TAKAKURA HYOE on Jun 6, 2010 19:19:14 GMT -5
● ● ● ● ● I think I need a distraction.I'm not staying in.● ● ● ● ● Usually he would have noticed Aubrey's change in expression right away. He would have noticed, would have gotten worried, and would have already been a flustered mess, tripping over himself just to land at his feet. Hyoe didn't usually like for any of his co-workers to se him like this, especially when he was supposed to be home 'sick'. But in his current state, he didn't mind. He was too busy giggling in the euphoric fog of the alcohol to care. Which was why he was so easy to approach like this. He was drunk, which also meant he was calmer, as long as nothing was done to intentionally stir him up. He was relaxed, but he was clumsy, he was loose, but he wouldn't know until he woke up the next morning. Not that he would necessarily care even after he did wake up. Living alone didn't suit his tastes at all, as prone to loneliness as he was. The empty space, waking up to an empty bed, after having to put up with so much of that, waking up in a stranger's arms didn't seem so bad. Though there were a few people that heknew who seemed like a much better alternative. . .
Drunk or sober, he was still as obedient as always, a sigh ghosting between his grinning lips as he dropped onto the stool beside Aubrey. He listened when he spoke, like he always did, but the words were getting hard to focus on. He was swaying, though only slightly, in his seat already. Despite the way he drank, Hyoe was, in all honestly, a lightweight. The first two drinks had been more than enough, all the ones after that had just helped to ease his smiles. All of this would probably come back to give him a good kcik in the head tomorrow, but tomorrow seemed so far away right now.
" Pfft, you never go t'work." More soft laughter bubbled up from his throat at the mention of their workplace. Aubrey called off so often that he almost never saw him there. And when he did, he was getting a lecture, always. If he would have been himself, Hyoe would have been elated that he'd noticed his absence, his own secret delight would have had his face going through a variety of reds. But not now. He just took the change in his tone as a sign that he was upset with him.
"Hehe, yeh. M'sorry, n'kay?" He flashed him a sheepish grin before turning his attention back to the glass that he'd forgotten he'd been holding. It was empty, except for the jagged rock of ice. That was no good. His grin melted into a slight frown, tinged with irritation. He needed more. In the thick alcoholic fog, he was pure instinct. At the moment, the only thing going through his brain was that he needed more. If he didn't keep drinking, his buzz would wear off, and he would sober up. Would remember whatever it was that he didn't want to think about. His mouth opened to order another one, but a sharp clack made him flinch. Just a beer bottle. Giggling at his own jumpiness, his attention returned to the bartender, only vaguely hearing the words 'drink' and 'almost out' from the co-worker who looked so woefully out of place here. Getting himself something called a mainbrace, and a glass of the same bright red liquid he had ordered when he had first arrived. Pushing it across the bar top towards Aubrey, a smirk played about his lips while his head tilted to the side, bright blue bangs falling to partially obscure his eyes.
"Y'll like th's, I think.'S kinna sweet." There hadn't been any need to ask. He already knew Aubrey would like whatever he got him a lot more if it was sweet. At least that little tidbit hadn't been completely lost yet. " Umm. .'s called a 'cherry kiss'." Free hand disappearing into his pocket for a brief moment, Hyoe dug out his cigarettes, tapping one out and quickly taking it in his lips purely out of habit. What was it all of a sudden? He was agitated, though he was almost certain that no one would be able to tell. They didn't know him. He didn't know them. They were just a room full of potential flings, and he was just another face. The cigarette packet disappeared and a lighter took it's place, making an unmistakable click before flaring up to light the paper stick in his mouth. It didn't get put away, just tossed lazily onto the counter while Hyoe took a deep breath, exhaling in a puff of smoke. He loved the taste, even though it clashed ever so slightly with the citrus-y flavor of his drink. Smoke, alcohol, and lack of inhibitions. All the pieces were there for the perfect disaster, and a beautiful distraction. Hadn't he wanted this when he came here? Of course. Did he still want it? Of course, only now he wanted it a little more. Teeth made soft contact with the rim of his glass and blue eyes stared unblinking out at the crowd, brow knit in something resembling frustration, but he didn't realize he was frustrated. He was just aware of the buzz, and how he was starting to feel dizzy. So, so dizzy.
Take a drink, space out, breathe smoke. He started to fall into a pattern as he wavered slightly on the stool. Maye he should stop. Maybe he should leave. Maybe he should have left awhile ago, and now was a good time to go home. These were all things that should have gone through his mind. But they didn't.
The fog was too thick. ● ● ● ● ●
Stay up late
put some heat in my heartache
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notes: I dunno what that crap was. > > Mehbe I'm sleepy?
listening to: drugs in my body by Thieves Like Us
muse: my own unexplainable bad mood. |
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