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Post by bethany0harris on Mar 17, 2010 0:26:05 GMT -5
"Black dress... with the tights underneath. I got the breath of a last cigarette of my teeth. And she's an actress (actress), but she ain't got no need. She's got money from her parents in a trust fund back east. T-t-t-tongues always pressed to your cheeks, while my tongue is on the inside of some other girl's teeth. T-tell your boyfriend, if he says he's got beef... That I'm a vegetarian, and I ain't fucking scared of him!" "She wants to touch me, woah-oh, she wants to love me woah-oh. She'll never leave me woah-oh, woah-oh, oh, o-oh," Bethany sang along to the music pounding into her eardrums and probably mildly deafening her, but, as most of the people in the club, she didn't give a rat's ass. Jumping to the beat of the bass, she didn't care about anything right now. This is where she came to think, as impossible as it seemed. But it was her escape. She could dissolve into the music, the lyrics, the heat of the bodies around her feeling the very same sensations and everything would make sense to her. Everything would become one. To her, the world was at peace in these moments, with everyone dancing and singing along to the same music, in the same place, everything was right. Okay, so that sounded so completely cheesey, and Beth tried her best to always be as far from the norm as possible, but she couldn't help the hippie-esque ideas that always seemed to come over her of them all being adaptations of the same original person... Sometimes the thought that she could be as closely tied to some of the girls in Newport and the disgusting hobo that had offered her used chewing gum and a pizza half-eaten by cats made her want to puke. 'Eh. May as well puke for a good reason,' Beth thought, pushing her way through the bodies in tighter clothing than she'd seen before, she sat down on one of the barstools precisely as the lyrics "Just another girl alone at the bar," blasted out of the speakers now on the opposite end of the room. "Very nice timing, Beth..." she mumbled to herself, motioning to the bartender. "I don't even care what you give me, just make it strong and absent of anything illegal, 'kay bud?" she yelled over the music, nodding in thanks as he passed her a full glass of something alcoholic. She didn't care at this point. She NEEDED to let loose. She NEEDED to forget all of the stress and celebrate the fact that at least she had a place to sleep tonight. "To Isaak," she mumbled before taking a large gulp of the drink, which turned out to be tequila, and turned to watch the dancers and wonder to her soon-to-be-drunk self how they could all be so different yet so alike. // spc.fotolog.com.br/photo/60/7/57/marimoon/1245610179821_f.jpgOutfit. Just think of everything in black and white except for her and her hair. :] //
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Post by faryllll on May 15, 2010 16:32:54 GMT -5
Curly sat at a nearby barstool with her head on the table between her arms and three bottles to her left. After a slight moment of passing out, she slowly pulled her head out of its cushion and whistled to the bartender for another drink, despite this being the fifth... sixth... seventh... Curly didn't exactly remember how many drinks she'd had in that evening, but she did know in her semi-conscious mind that it was a lot, and it was good for both her and her mind.
After the bartender had given her yet another drink, Curly gulped it down in a matter of seconds. It was only a matter of hours until she had to go back to work, perhaps another five or so, and she had plenty of time and stress to kill tonight.
She could have always gotten drunk at the Alleyway, but being drunk combined with other drunks beating each other up was not a very good idea, because someone could accidentally get hurt. Someone would get hurt either way whether she was drunk or sober, but in her mind, she wanted to be on the safe side. She didn't want to look suspicious, after all, drunk or not.
Curly slammed her hand on the table a few more times to call the bartender over once again. She needed alcohol to flush out her stress.
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Post by wileymichaels on Aug 9, 2010 13:45:22 GMT -5
The music was loud, people were drunk, and Wiley was annoyed out of his mind. Green eyes darted about as the twenty year old college boy entered the bar, still awestruck that the fake I.D. his friend had made for him actually worked. He wasn't exactly allowed into the place for another whole year but his friends had insisted that he come tonight. Wiley had always hated parties. The music was just too much for his sensitive ears, he wasn't much of a drinker, and he didn't approve of some of the stupid things people did when they were flat out drunk. He had only arrived to this wretched night club because a friend had volunteered him, without his consent, to be the designated driver tonight.
He was in bed when he got the call. It was well past midnight and he awoke with an angry jolt and a groan before he picked up the phone. "H-hey Wiles!" his buddy had shouted into the phone over the loud music. "Guess where I am..." Wiley had sat up in his bed and ran a hand through his already mussed golden brown hair out of agitation. It was fucking four in the morning and his buddy was making drunk phone calls. Story of his life.
After a lot of arguing and then finally deciding that it was probably save a bunch of lives if his buddy didn't drive home drunk, Wiley got dressed and drove down to the club, muttering curses the entire way. Now he found himself standing in a large crowd with the music pounding in his ears. The place was so large and there were just too many people around. How the hell was he supposed to find anyone in here? And he had made the mistake of leaving his cell phone back in his dorm...Cursing under his breath, he slowly made his way to the bar, pushing past people, almost shoving them just to get through. After eventually reaching the bar, he stood next to girl with pink hair. "Uh...soda please?" he yelled to the bartender before he went back to searching the faces in the crowd. He could tell already that this was going to be one hulluva of a long night so he was going to need all the caffeine he could get. [/blockquote][/color] [/center] Word Count: A lot. Status:Incomplete?! Muse: Nothing at the moment?! Pic By: Photobucket?! Lyrics By: 30 Seconds to Mars A Beautiful Lie Template By: ARRO FROM CAUTION 2.0!! [/quote]
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