Post by XANDER SYKES on Dec 19, 2011 18:52:26 GMT -5
Dude, this was the worst fucking party ever... thrown. Or whatever shit.
Xander Sykes was bored, which was generally not an easy thing to do considering he almost always found something to do whether it was morally acceptable or not. He was drunk and high and not much else, and still they found a way to bore the fuck out of him. God, the people in apartment 613 in whatever fucking building this was fucking sucked. He was gonna have to bring up some complaints whenever he was ready to blow this popsicle stand or whatever.
He was sitting on the couch with two people he either didn't know or he wasn't in the condition to remember, a beer bottle in hand and a cigarette in mouth. Yeah, this was not fucking interesting. Some idiot busted the stereo, and now it was quiet. God, he fucking hated awkward silences. They made him want to.... they made him want to fucking punch babies. Or some shit. He had no idea.
Okay, he needed to do something... or someone. Same difference, right? So he looked to the left. Oh god no. Who the hell would even invite that fucking ugly piece of shit? Yeah, so he looked to the left. Wait... his other left. Right. Oh hot damn. Now that lady, he could handle. Almost on instinct, he turned towards her and smiled his smile. "So... nice party, huh?"
"Fuck off," she said, turning her head away from him. Whoa, cold shoulder treatment.
He was just about to try again when the dumbfucks actually got some music playing. Only this wasn't like, music. It was creepy and shit. The lights went out, and someone brought out one of those magical-communicating-with-ghosts-and-shit boards and set it on the coffee table. The dude and the chick next to him backed away, almost sitting on the top of the couch and against the wall. Psh, whatever, Xander wasn't afraid of this shit. All those movies he'd seen were just movies, anyways, duh.
Still, this party may have gotten a bit more interesting.
notes; OLLEY IF YOU READ THIS IT WAS BEFORE HE MET TRAMP SO TELL HER TO CHILL, KAY?
