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Post by sky+ on Jun 11, 2010 17:54:52 GMT -5
TREVOR;;
like i can't give you winter in the summer,
a summer in the winter
a miami in december
Trevor Holloway was tired. Flat out, droopy eyes, worn out, tired. Today had been a rather exhausting one, actually. Dealer had acted up during a training session, and the usually sweet natured horse turned into something short of demonic. After a few unworldly bucks and ridiculous twists, the boy had finally let go, trying to hop of as unscathed as possible. Of course, this included the mare giving a crow hop just as he freed both feet from the stirrups, and up in the air he went, landing hard on his bottom. After almost breaking his damn ass, the horse acted like she had done nothing, trotting over calmly to whuffle the teenagers blonde hair. It was almost a complete and utter mockery of him. Luckily no one had been around to witness his failure, so he was grateful for that. Reaching up a hand to scratch the back of his head briefly, Trevor shoved open the door to the bar with the same hand, getting a cool rush of air blasted into his face. Blinking, he stepped into the building, the low lighting blinding him for a few moments before his eyes were able to adjust. The twang of alcohol flooded his senses and he took a short second to take it all in. Oh, God this was his new favorite place. Coughing, he made his way over to the bar, settling himself in a barstool two seats away from a slutty looking blonde. The girl noticed him and glanced over, waving in a manner that utterly turned him off. He turned away from her, setting his gaze on the bartender. The older man came over, eyebrows raised in question. "Vodka-one shot." For now... He finished in his head as the man readied his order. The glass was set infront of him and the eighteen year old looked at it for a moment before picking it up and taking a long gulp. Oh hell yes, this was good. What he needed was a good drink to blur the days events up a little. Sure, it was only late afternoon, but he wasn't going to get drunk. Not that he ever really got intoxicated. Trevor had built up an outstanding tolerance to alcoholic beverages, and could drink quite a bit. He took another swig, swishing it around in his mouth before swallowing. He glanced at where the blonde had been sitting, she was gone, doing Lord knows what. He was only grateful she wasn't making eyes at him anymore. It was damn annoying. He scanned the bar, but nothing interesting was really here. Just a few daytime drunks and their pals. There should really be some younger people floating in soon. Another gulp and the glass was empty. Sighing, Trevor swiveled his chair back around, setting the glass back on the counter with a loud clink. "Fill it up again." The words weren't so tired now, the drinks were doing their job. He wasn't exactly sober, but he was lonely. The boy wished somebody would walk through those doors and strike up a conversation with him. After his glass had been refilled he turned back around, body facing the entrance. It would be a long night. [/font]
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Post by ( LARAFOO ) on Jun 12, 2010 9:38:47 GMT -5
RILEY ADDISON;
And she spoke words that would melt in your hands
And she spoke words of wisdom
To the basement people, to the basement
Many surprises await you
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It had been a stressful day. Trib hated trailers and Riley had had a hell of a time getting the gelding in and out of the float. Coming to Windsor was of course wonderful, but at the moment the teen just felt resentful. There had been no-one around when she'd arrived at the stable, and she'd spent half an hour cajoling, pleading, yelling, and trying every other trick in the book to get her horse out of the trailer. When he'd finally emerged, it had taken her about three hundred years to find his stall, and when she did, she discovered it was completely bare. Quickly cross-tying the grumpy gelding, she'd spread the floor of the stall with sawdust and straw, filled up the water bucket, and got some feed together. Trib had stormed into the stall and instantly shoved his head in his feed. Riley had then had to take off his traveling gear, groom him, and unload the trailer with all his tack and equipment. That was before she'd even started unpacking her own stuff. It was so annoying how you had to take care of the horse before you, and when you had a horse as annoying as Trib, it was annoyance squared.
Riley didn't usually feel that way. She loved Trib, and she loved taking care of him. But she was tired, and hungry, and sore, and she just wanted a strong drink. Driving for hours was playing mind games on her, and she needed to relax. She had bought herself an apartment off campus and after driving to it, getting the key from her new landlord, and unlocking the door, she'd stood in the middle of the apartment and just smiled. It was perfect, but it wasn't alcohol. She brought her boxes of possessions in from her car (her furniture had arrived a few days earlier) and jumped in the shower, instantly relaxing under the warm spray. Grabbing the first clothes she saw, Riley chucked on a loose purple top, tucked it into denim shorts, buckled on a brown studded belt, and slid her feet into vintage Doc Martens. Riley was a big Martens fan. She brushed out her short, fluffy orange hair, and dropped a rosary around her neck. Grabbing her wallet, keys and phone, she zoomed to the nearest place with a liquor license.
Her apartment was close enough to the main street that she could walk, which meant she could drink more than if she drove. The late afternoon air was a lovely temperature against her peach-flavored skin. She had just bought new body wash, and it was divine. Riley was feeling better as she strode down the street, and saw the sign for the Horse Shoe Bar. She smiled, and quickened her pace, entering the establishment. It looked friendly, but she didn't have time to examine the decor just yet. She slid onto a bar stool next to a dude around her age, and glanced at the shotglass in his hand. It looked gorgeous. She flagged down the bartender. Three of what he's having, please, she requested politely. The bartender nodded and obediently brought her the little glasses of thick, clear liquid. She downed one instantly, feeling the burn on her throat. Riley liked vodka because it was quick, easy to mix, and tasteless. It was practical and convenient. She shook her head as the alcohol ripped fire down her oesophagus, and let out a short noise of relief. She left the second drink until later and glanced at the male next to her. He looked dog-tired, much like how Riley felt. She smiled at him, hoping he was up for a little conversation. Hard day? She asked in her light, chirpy voice, nodding toward the tiny drink in his hand. Her smile was open and inviting, and she leaned her elbows on the bar, at ease on the high stool. She fiddled with the beads around her neck absent-mindedly.
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Post by sky+ on Jun 12, 2010 16:23:36 GMT -5
TREVOR;;
like i can't give you winter in the summer,
a summer in the winter
a miami in december
Trevor blinked slowly as the alcohol soaked in even further, numbing the pain that was nagging his ass. Literally. It had been throbbing dully for awhile now, making it quite a challenge to walk and look normal while doing so. Yet, here he was, sitting calmly on a bar stool while no one laughed at him, so he assumed that he had looked normal. Or at least semi-normal. Who knew with all of these old drunks that cluttered the place like litter cluttered New York. He took another swig of his beverage, smiling faintly as it slid down his throat easily. The initial fiery sting was not there anymore, which was enjoyable for Trevor. Though he was a fan of liquor, he thought it became better the more you drank. His small analysis on alcohol was interrupted as a voice broke through his calm stupor. The noise alerted him, and he straightened up, eyes bright, and turned towards the source of the sound. It belonged to a girl around his age, he guessed she had recently gotten here, who was sitting next to him. Swiveling his chair towards her, her widened his eyes slightly at how bright her hair was. Blinking, he allowed a lopsided smile to overcome his handsome features. Three shots of pure vodka. Did she understand she was a girl? He had never seen a girl drink so much of the strong stuff. Hell, they had those fruity little martinis, or a margarita infused with cranberry. Shit like that. He raised his eyebrows, thoroughly impressed by the girl. As the bartender came back with her order, Trevor spoke. "Put her on my bill." The words entwined with his husky voice, accompanied with a hand gesture toward the teenager. He turned back to his drink, and downed the last of it, setting in on the counter with a loud clink!. "Again." He rasped, waiting for the bartender to fill the glass yet another time. The thing about Trevor was that he tended to act more sober with every drink. It was odd, really. Once the glass was full, he took a small drink and then turned to the girl as she spoke, light tone filling the air around him. He smiled at her, turning his chair toward her. "Yes, actually. Very hard. You as well?" He answered, hesitating before going on. "Trevor. You are?" He held out a hand for her to shake. [/font]
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Post by ( LARAFOO ) on Jun 13, 2010 2:25:43 GMT -5
RILEY ADDISON;
And she spoke words that would melt in your hands
And she spoke words of wisdom
To the basement people, to the basement
Many surprises await you
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She was pleasantly surprised as he ordered the bartender to put her drinks on his bill. A slow smile spread across her features and Riley was charmed by the stranger's polite manners. She inclined her head graciously as a wordless thank-you and raised her second shotglass in a silent toast to him. Taking a tiny sip, she set it back down next to it's friend and hummed to herself. Riley could see the boy's eyes widen a little at her intended consumption of alcohol, and it made her smile. Riley was a very small person, standing at a majestic five foot two. It made it hard to do a lot of things; get stuff off of high shelves, ride rollercoasters at theme parks, and such. It also made her very easy to get drunk. In some ways she liked this because she never had to spend much money on alcohol. But she had learned over the years to pace herself, and these three drinks would be all she would consume tonight. Hopefully.
His attention turned to her and he replied with deep tones, a little resigned to the fact that his day had been shit. Riley had guessed as much, giving him a sympathetic face that quickly bounced back to a smile as he introduced himself. She grasped the big hand that was offered to her and shook it warmly. Her tiny fingers were enveloped in his huge digits, but she had a firm grip that matched her personality. You could tell a lot about a person by their handshake. Timid people had floppy, loose handshakes, whereas arrogant people always turned it into a competition of who could break the other person's knuckles first. Riley's handshake was confident, and so was this boy's. She instantly liked him. Riley Addison. It is lovely to meet you. Her voice was happy and enthusiastic. The emphasis on the 'lovely' was not sarcastic, it was simply charming, and she smiled at him before taking another sip of her drink.
Oh God, yes. I had a shocker of a day. I just moved in to the Academy and my horse was being a douche. She rolled her eyes and sighed, remembering how annoying Trib had been. Usually he was a bit of a jerk, but it was all in good fun and a stern word from Riley when she'd had enough quickly put the horse in his place. Today had been different, stressful. Ri was not keen to have it repeated, and she hoped tomorrow would be an improvement. She smiled again at Trevor and twirled a lock of hair around her index finger, a habit that she barely noticed now. Riley was one of those fidgety people that could never quite sit still. It was terribly annoying and she worked hard to fix it, but just couldn't. Here's hoping tomorrow will be better, she laughed, raising her shotglass so he could clink his with hers. She took another tiny sip. What about you? What's your sob story? She put down her glass and raised the beads of her rosary to her lips, nibbling absent-mindedly on the crucifix. Riley's dad was a big Christian and although she wasn't as religiously inclined, she did think the rosary necklace looked cool. It wasn't a very appropriate reason to wear one, but Riley wasn't a very appropriate person.
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Post by sky+ on Jun 13, 2010 22:20:20 GMT -5
TREVOR;;
like i can't give you winter in the summer,
a summer in the winter
a miami in december
A light flickered above Trevor's head, and the boy's attention was instantly drawn to the abnormality. It was rather mesmerizing to the teenager, and he stayed in that position for a little while, his pale blue eyes flickering around where the light was set into the ceiling. It was a really simple phenomenon, yet it captured his attention so fully, he surprised himself. After a few moments, he seemed to surface from the reverie he was in, shaking his head to clear his murky thoughts. He really needed to get a longer attention span. Glancing down at the drink in his hand, he shook the liquid around a little, peering into it. It was the drinks. The syrupy beverage became impregnated with a small ripple, which became several large, loose ripples within a matter of moments. He pulled his eyes away from the mystery of the vodka which resided in his hand to look at the girl beside him. She was interesting, to say the least. As far as he could tell, her personality was about as bright as her hair. Which, as for what he knew about woman and their hair coloring chemicals, it most likely wasn't her real hair color. Wait, scratch that. It wasn't her natural hair color. The more he looked at it, he more it became clear that it was synthetically bright. He narrowed his eyes for a moment before returning them to normal width. It was pretty though, at least on her he thought. Since her personality was over all chatty and bright, it worked out. As her light, airy vocals rang out, he switched his gaze from his glass to the girl. "And you as well, Riley." He spoke, flashing her a lopsided grin. It was his specialty. He grimaced as she told him of her day which had equaled total shit. He then nodded knowingly, thinking back to his identically crappy day. "Ouch, been there." He replied, finishing with a chuckle, taking yet another swig of his drink. He swallowed without feeling it, sneaking a glance at how much liquid he had left. Barely a mouth full. Sighing, he looked to the clock, and sighed again. He'd only been here twenty minutes, he'd have to get something a little less potent for his next shot. Raising his eyes to Riley he smiled and clinked glasses with her. "To tomorrow." He gave a small grin and downed the last of his vodka. And that was the last taste he'd have of it... until tomorrow. Clearing his throat, he set the glass down on the counter and waved down the bartender. The man came over and took the glass. "Just a beer." He ordered, semi-exasperated. Turning back to Riley he frowned. "Damned horse went crazy during a training session." He paused before going on. "I like your necklace, though. It's pretty cool."[/font]
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Post by ( LARAFOO ) on Jun 15, 2010 3:11:55 GMT -5
RILEY ADDISON;
And she spoke words that would melt in your hands
And she spoke words of wisdom
To the basement people, to the basement
Many surprises await you
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She gave a wry smile as he sympathised with her. It was nice to be in the company of someone who understood. Riley had the feeling she was going to like Windsor. Being constantly surrounded with like-minded people would be a nice change from where she'd come from. In her high school she'd been the only rider there, and it was annoying not to have people to chat with. At the stables she had lots of friends, but she was at school a lot more than she was at the barn. Now she would be with the same people, no matter where she was. It was a nice change. She smiled as their glasses clinked and took a little sip of her vodka. She was getting sick of the taste, and decided she need something new. She flagged over the bartender and ordered a Diet Coke as a chaser, sliding him the money for it as soon as he returned with the drink. She smiled at Trevor and took a sip of the fizzy liquid. It was incredibly sweet of him to pay for her liquor, but she didn't want to be running up a huge bill under his name.
Riley winced as Trevor explained his shitty day. Damn, had Riley been there. Her paint gelding was one of the trickier horses around, and he adored playing games. Sometimes it was impossible to rein him in and get him to work. Usually she just ended up attempting to jump and then landing in the dirt when Trib shied at the last second as a joke. She reached over and gave Trevor a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. She took a gulp of her soda and swallowed, smiling as he complimented her rosary. Riley had a lot of religious paraphernalia. Her dad was a big believer in the Christian faith and had sent her to Windsor with a heavy statue of Jesus to 'help her guide her way'. Riley had it in her closet somewhere. It wasn't that she didn't believe in God, she just didn't believe in putting a name to her faith. Religion baffled Riley. She didn't understand why people made such a big deal of it; why couldn't people just appreciate the Lord in their own way? She didn't have anything against religion, she disliked the way religions treated each other. It was all a bit silly to her. She smiled at Trevor. Thanks. She replied. She would save him the big religious debate, and just accept the compliment.
The bar was filling up with other patrons as the sky got darker, and Riley was glad they'd snagged these two bar stools. People stood around tables, leaning against the walls as they chatted. She took another sip of her drink and realised how hungry she was. Got any peanuts? She asked the bartender, now a little bit sick of bringing her stuff. He passed her a few packets of salted peanuts and other bar snacks her way and continued pouring drinks for his other customers. Riley eagerly ripped open a packet of peanuts and put a couple in her mouth. She shoved a packet at Trevor, indicating with her head that he should help himself. She munched on the peanuts gratefully, swallowing before speaking again. So tell me about yourself. You're my night's entertainment, so entertain. Her smile was bright as she looked at him, laughing. They only had each other for company, and Riley figured they might as well make use of it.
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Post by sky+ on Jun 20, 2010 0:49:37 GMT -5
TREVOR;;
like i can't give you winter in the summer,
a summer in the winter
a miami in december
Cautious green eyes watched lazily as people began to poor in the door, the small bar slowly edging towards max capacity. This was where Trevor liked to be. He liked to be in the middle of everything happening, only instead of getting caught up in everything, the teenager was the calm aura in a busy room. When the air was practically smothering with tension and excitement, one could simply float on over to Trevor and be relieved of all everything stressful. Raising a tanned hand to run through his short hair, Trevor plied his gaze from the door to look at the bartender, who was dashing around madly in order to accommodate the sudden uprise in consumer demand. Trevor snickered nonchalantly at the man's frantic expression, and how he seemed to be pissed as shit at Riley and himself. This only made his smirk more pronounced as he looked to the red headed girl beside him. He raised an eyebrow as she ordered once more, this time paying of her own accord. So she wasn't a free-loader. In a rare occurrence, Trevor had the pleasure of meeting a girl who wouldn't free-load her way to Europe if given the chance. Smiling, he chuckled as she slid the packet of peanuts over to him. He opened the bag and popped one in his mouth, relishing the salty goodness of the nut. Mmmhm. He had forgotten how much he enjoyed peanuts. As she spoke, Trevor nodded, eyes beginning to glint subtly now that he was getting something in his stomach to sop up all of the vodka he had just downed. After swallowing, he opened his mouth to speak. "Well, my name is Trevor Holloway, I enjoy the color red. I have an outstanding tolerance to alcohol. I like muffins better than cupcakes. I'm allergic to bullshit, and I ride western. Reigning, to be exact." He rambled on, using his hand to embellish his little speech with a few meaningless hand motions. He leaned back and took another swig of his beer before focusing on Riley once more. "Your turn." He uttered simply, flashing a white, dimpled smile. The boy noticed that now the bar was lively, chatter enveloping the air in it's heady grip, nearly smothering the poor lad. There were a few girls in slutty outfits, and it made him assume that the rest were at the nightclub. Or getting ready for the night club by smearing on their faces. It sort of creeped Trevor out to know that half the girls at Soul had faces that looked nothing like their natural appearance. He shook away these thoughts mentally and shifted his gaze from Riley, to the door of the bar, and then back again to the girl. [/font]
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Post by ( LARAFOO ) on Jun 27, 2010 5:53:27 GMT -5
RILEY ADDISON;
And she spoke words that would melt in your hands
And she spoke words of wisdom
To the basement people, to the basement
Many surprises await you
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Absent-mindedly she tapped her ankles together, the material of her Doc Martens colliding soundlessly. Riley rather loved the shoes she was wearing. They were black, with a pink and purple floral pattern on top, embossed here and there with green leaves. She had bought them on the internet and it had taken three weeks of eager anticipation for them to arrive. They had been worth every penny, and they had cost quite a few of them. Riley wore them only on special occasions because she was slightly terrified of stepping in mud or scratching them or breaking the soles of the wonderful boots. Today had been a particularly awful day and Riley had really needed the magical power of the shoes to cheer her up and bring her luck, and it had worked. She was now in a much better mood and had even found a nice boy to sit and chat with. The shoes hadn't failed her yet.
She drained the last of her vodka and pushed it away, sliding her third and final shot closer, clinking it against the glass of her coke. She wasn't planning on drinking it just yet; she might even give it to Trevor if he was nice. For now she was content with her soda, and she took another sip of the fizzy liquid, brushing a strand of orange hair out of her eyes as she did so. Riley listened curiously to Trevor's words, raising her eyebrows in interest as he mentioned that he was a Western rider. Riley had never met a real cowboy before. She found the whole lifestyle and riding techniques fascinating. She had about a thousand questions for her new companion, but they could wait. As he finished his little about-me speech, Riley smiled and clapped. Her turn, now. Hmm. Well, my name is Riley Imogen Addison, I like the color purple. I get drunk really quickly because if you haven't noticed, I'm not the tallest person around. Her grin was wry as she winked at him. It was fairly obvious that Riley was short, and slight. I'm a cross-country fiend, and I own a very silly paint gelding called Trib. At the mention of her horse, Riley gave a little exasperated eye roll. She adored her horse, but today he had driven her completely crazy. Her love was as strong as ever, but her like had dissipated somewhat. She crunched some more peanuts before questioning him again. So why are you here?
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Lyrics: Undercover Martyn
Artist: Two Door Cinema Club
Outfit: Excuse it, I made it really quick
Notes: That was godawful. Rambling about shoes and peanuts... oh god. I'm sorry.
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Post by sky+ on Jul 5, 2010 22:02:10 GMT -5
TREVOR;;
like i can't give you winter in the summer,
a summer in the winter
a miami in december
A tinkling noise caught Trevor's attention, and he turned his dark green gaze to the door. The boy watched as an older man walked in, proceeded by a lively little blonde. It was hard to hold back the snicker that bubbled on his lips, and he had to look away in order to keep his composure. It was ridiculous. The man was way too old, and the girl's top was cut way too low. He shook his head silently as he thought about it, nearly bursting out with laughter. If there was one thing he found amusing, extreme age differences in couples took the cake. Riley clapped, and that drew his attention to her once more, eyes light and attentive. After giving a little bow, he straightened up to listen about the girl opposite him. He nodded periodically while she spoke, waiting patiently until she was done to start speaking. "Imogen? That's interesting." He mused, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Her drunk remark made him chuckle, the sound deep and oddly calm. Reaching over, he grasped her last shot in his hand, sliding it toward himself. "Then you probably shouldn't have this. I don't want to be responsible for a drunk girl tonight." He prodded playfully, a smirk playing his light colored lips. "Paints are nice. I have a palomino mare named Dealer." He added, grinning softly as he thought of his sweet girl. "And I am here because I enjoy alcohol way too much ." He said with a laugh, running a hand through his short blonde hair. "What about you? Not the same, I assume?"[/font]
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Post by ( LARAFOO ) on Jul 14, 2010 22:40:07 GMT -5
RILEY ADDISON;
And she spoke words that would melt in your hands
And she spoke words of wisdom
To the basement people, to the basement
Many surprises await you
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Riley pouted as Trevor confiscated her alcohol, her bottom lip sticking out and quivering. She batted her eyelashes at him in a silly fashion, before giggling and taking a sip of her Coke and vodka. It was fair enough. Trevor had kindly paid for the drink, and it wouldn't be fun having to carry a drunken Riley around. Granted, she weighed about as much as a large dog, but still. Taking care of someone who was drunker than you, was definitely not fun. Riley was tipsy now, to the point of being fun, and she smiled giddily as Trevor complimented her middle name. Riley was named after her godmother, who had been her mom's best friend. Imogen the original was what one would call a free spirit - she was forever turning up and whisking Riley away on adventures. She was like a substitute mom for Riley, and the redhead loved her fiercely.
She laughed at Trevor's response. She had actually meant why was he at Windsor, but she was too drunk to care. I am here because my stupid gelding made arriving a hell of a lot harder than it should have been, she announced, raising her glass. To us! Riley smiled, clinking her glass with Trevor's. She took a deep gulp, the fizzy liquid burning her throat with it's tiny addition of vodka. The bar was pounding now, drinks sliding constantly down the counter, loud chatter filling the air. The music was loud and good, and the small space in the middle of the bar was serving as a dancefloor, with several couples and friends sharing the space, dipping and laughing as they moved to the music. Riley watched them with a curious smile. The song changed, to a really good one, and Riley grinned at Trevor, a gleam in her eye. She could tell that he probably wasn't the dancing kind of guy, but she didn't care. He was now her newest friend, and the alcohol buzzing around her brain made her want to dance with him more than she'd ever wanted anything.
Let's dance! she exclaimed, jumping up out of her seat and tugging on the boy's solid arm. She curved her hand around her glass of Coke, holdind it tightly. She wasn't about to leave it where just anyone could do something to it, and this wasn't a nightclub, where the dancing was intense and frenzied. It was just a relaxed, laid-back bar, with a couple of people dancing to some chilled music. Riley bobbed up and down on the spot, waiting for Trevor. She was much too small to physically drag him onto the floor, so she would have to wait until he did it himself. She gave him her most winning smile, hoping to convince him to join her.
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Artist: Two Door Cinema Club
Outfit: Excuse it, I made it really quick
Notes: This dude that I like just told me
that he had a party last night and didn't
invite me because people were doing drugs
and he didn't want to have to 'worry about
me'. BULLLLSHIT. Argh. So angry.
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Post by sky+ on Aug 14, 2010 4:55:16 GMT -5
TREVOR;;
like i can't give you winter in the summer,
a summer in the winter
a miami in december
A chuckle passed through Trevor's lips as he watched the girl. It was entirely obvious that Riley was under the influence of alcohol now. He wasn't going to let her have anything else. At all. One thing he didn't feel like doing tonight was hauling a drunk girl back to Windsor, and then trying to find what room was hers without looking like a creeper. Um, no thank you. But still, the humor of the situation, paired with his own heavy vodka intake proved to sway his seriousness about it all, hence the chuckle. "To us! He exclaimed along with her, smiling and colliding his glass with her. What became was a satisfying clink, and at that he dumped the contents into his mouth. The vodka tingled going down, previous shots desensitizing his nerves from all of the fiery goodness alcohol had to offer. Setting his glass down on the bar softly, he let a silly smile overtake his features, effects of the drinks he was absorbing. Seriously. He was edging close to his limit. The boy was tottering on the edge of tipsy and sane, trying to keep his cool. As the red head insisted that they dance, Trevor laughed, a smirk tugging at his features. Trevor couldn't really dance. Dancing at a nightclub was one thing-everyone was crazy. You could bend and snap, and people would still cheer you on like you were Gabriel Morales or something. Her small pull at his arm made him smile, reminding him how petite this girl actually was. He followed her with his dark green eyes as she made her way out to the nearly vacant dance floor, waving at him excitedly. With an exaggerated sigh, he got up form the chair and grinned at her. Tottering on the edge of tipsy and drunk, now, he moonwalked over to her, his eyes wide, and and mouth screwed into a tiny pout. It was actually a very humorous facial expression. Arriving at where Riley was bobbing, he stopped and replaced the weird expression on his face for a normal one. Trevor began swinging his arms like an idiot, snapping too. He sort of looked like Carlton from Fresh Prince, only without the sweater vest. Also, the teenager was white. Not black. He continued these ridiculous dance moves for a few moments, and then stopped. Pouting at Riley, he chuckled. "...I really cannot dance. Teach me?" He offered, giving her an adorable smile, his eyes glimmering. [/font]
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