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Post by ashton gregory white on Apr 25, 2009 22:06:22 GMT -5
 just talk yourself up[/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - - Ashton climbed out of bed and wiped his eyes roughly, God he had such a hangover. if he moved wrong he knew he would have a piercing headache, and truthfully he wasn't up to that at all. carefully he flung the covers from himself to expose a white body clad only in white boxers, he shivered a bit at the motion and regretted it immediately. he sighed as he walked very carefully to his closet and threw on something to wear, just a t-shirt and some skinny jeans like the usual. he didn't care if it matched because most likely it did, his shit always matched and he always looked damn good. despite having a major migrane or not. he fished in his closet for skinny jeans just as he had for a t-shirt and slid the door closed and walked into the kitchen area. his head was splitting wide open and he had to do something about it.
Warily he walked over to the medicine cabinet and grabbed two pills from a orage bottle, popping them into his mouth as soon as possible, hopefully that would help. he sauntered over to the refrigerator with more confidence and grabbed a bottle of water to help the pills dissolve easier. he sighed and closed his eyes hoping to stay still while thye worked their magic. As soon as he counted to five minutes he ommed again, toward the bathroom. since they seemed to help a little bit he decided to take a quick shower before heading out again, he never did check the time when he got up, he just knew it was late since he hadn't wanted to move all day. quickly he slipped off his clothes and took a hot shower, dried off and tugged his clothes back on. he finger combed through his hair until he realized it wasn't drying like he wanted it to. adter combing and drying to straight it laid down straight for him and he smiled at the mirror, happy at what he saw. he looked amazing for being completely drunk last night and having a major hangover this morning. he was just that damn good.
he grabbed his jacket and headed out the door ready for another night of random hook-ups and partying, and perhaps a lot of drinking, he laughed... yeah.. perhaps. there would be a lot of drinking he was sure. he smiled contentedly to himself as he walked the two mile distance to the club. when he got there he eyes the bouncer making sure he recognized him and walked on in. as soon as he entered the club he could feel the instant change in air, mood, and temperature. it was hot, but not too hot to where he had to take his jacket off, the air was a bit more musty, the scent of sweat wafting under his nose and the smell of alcohol making him want something to drink bad. his mood suddenly changed as well, he was so ready to have fun, have fun meaning, anything really... sex, partying, more sex. really... he was up for it. regardless of how he felt just an hour ago. he was pleased with the effect the medicine had on him, it had made his headache go away almost immediately. and that, he was definitely grateful for.
After standing there for a few moment he headed straight to the bar sitting down on the stool and calling for the bartender to serve him a bottle of straight vodka. no, he wasn't an addict...or at least he told himself that.. but maybe he really was.. he did drink almost every night.. whatever.. that was something to deal with later, he didn't really care at the moment. he smiled to the bartender and winked at her as she handed him his drink, thank you his voice as smooth as silk. he nodded at her before turning his chair toward the crowd and watching them, watching the ladies drind on all the men out there and watching some make-out in a corner or having sex near the bar, you really could see anything in this place, and he absolutely loved it. after a while he finished with his drink and placed it on the bar, hoping the bartender would go ahead and get him another. but first, before he drank more he had to go out and dance a little, scope out the place as well if need be.. and well.. it was needed.
Ashton strided to the dance floor and danced with countless women and men enjoying every second of it until he moved to the middle of the dance floor. at first he started to dance by himself but before too long he felt someone grinding against his backside, he smiled as he kind of grinded back and brushed his hands against her hips, keep in mind he was still turned around oblivious to who this female grinder was, but all of a sudden he just.. freaked. he wanted her, bad. this was when being sex-crazed was a bad thing. his breathing became erratic but one couldn't tell why unless they were inside his mind, it would just seem like he was dancing with all he had. oh well, he would turn around in the next few minutes, he was the teaser after all...
NOTES: DAMN. i had a lot more muse than i thought xD WORDS: 1057 with code GRAPHICS CREDIT: MJ TAGGED: OPEN OUTFIT: random outfit CREDIT: made by HEY BAYBAY !? at caution. [/center] |
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Post by luciana harlow lewis on May 5, 2009 22:29:32 GMT -5
 
Pregnant. The word was the source of all the tension pent up in the tiny tour bus bathroom, the dark cloud looming over Lucy’s head, which was currently resting on her hands, elbows on her knees. Her gaze hadn’t moved for a mood five minutes from the little plastic sticks that had been thrown angrily in the sink about ten minutes ago. She hadn’t moved, her breathing was oddly calm and measured. She would blink slowly, staring with such malice despite her otherwise calm appearance. Finally, there was movement, as she lifted her arms from her lap, running her fingers through her hair and sighing loudly, forgetting posture and sinking back against the wall behind her. How could she have been so stupid? It was bad enough that she cheated, and now she was pregnant. This was by far the worst thing that could ever happen to the nineteen year old guitarist. There was no little bundle of joy growing in her, just a constant reminder of how fucked up she was. Cheating on the boy that she was head over heels in love with. She was selfish, and this wasn’t simply divine intervention from whatever religion she didn’t believe in, this was karma, the one thing that had always seemed to hold true to her. She had royally fucked herself over, and now fate was backhanding her in the lowest way Absentmindedly, her hand ran over the fabric covering her lower stomach, and she grimaced.
Getting up from her place on the closer toilet, she tossed all the little white sticks with their taunting responses into the small trash bin, covering them with some tissue as an extra precaution, her heart now racing slightly. It wasn’t like people went sifting, or even really looking in the trash for that matter, but being extra careful never hurt anyone, right? Opening the door slightly, she peeked out, surprised to find it empty. Then again, it shouldn’t have surprised her, as no one had checked on her for the good fifteen minutes she had just locked herself away in the bathroom, but no one had notified her they were leaving, so once more, better safe than sorry. Calling out lightly, she sighed with relief after a long pause as she went unanswered. Scampering off to her bunk, her hands once more wound themselves around her stomach, head filling with negativity. She didn’t even have a damn puppy to know how to take care of, what the fuck would she do with a kid? Now she was going to get fat. There would be morning sickness, which had already started, if only a little bit. She couldn’t go to shows without being terrified someone would hit her. No more pot, no more smoking, no drinking, nothing. She would definitely need to end things with Ashton.
Ashton. Another upset groan escaped the small woman as she realized she would have to tell him. She wasn’t a complete slut, for a cheater, and had only slept with one other person, and that was Ashton. Though, maybe other didn’t belong there, because she wasn’t sleeping with Preston, which was the whole reason she went astray in the first place. She had needs, damn it, and she had simply gotten a bit carried away after meeting dear, conscious-less Ashton. Feeling around on the small bunk for her phone, she got a hold of it and dialed his number. However, it didn’t come as much of a surprise to her when it rang and rang until going over to voice mail, when she hung up, sliding the sidekick shut and tossing it back down. He wasn’t very reliable with his phone sometimes, she had learned that by now. Getting up, she pulled on a hoodie that probably wasn’t hers, seeing as it fit her figure loosely, and with that, a pair of skinny jeans, and her Vans, she left the bus, running her fingers through her hair as she did, attempting to make herself look decent.
It wasn’t a long walk until she reached her destination, the Taste of Your Lips’ bus. She knocked a few times and was met by the face of the pretty blonde vocalist who she had met a few times, but with her mind so fried right now, her name escaped Luce. She asked quietly, trying to keep her anxiousness under control to lower suspicion, if Ashton was there. Unfortunately, he wasn’t, which she should have figured. She learned that he had already left to party, which also shouldn’t have come as a shock to her. A quick thanks was the only other thing she spoke before heading off to her bus once more, the Plan B forming in her head already.
It didn’t take her too long to get ready. Luciana had gotten used to having to get dressed quickly. The more time consuming activities were simply throwing her hair up in a messy, yet still attractive loose, flowing bun, and applying her make up, which she paid careful attention to. Once more, she checked that the bus was empty before leaving. The time between her departure and arrival seemed to pass quickly as Lucy was immersed in thought, but the familiarity of the party scene and the thumping music lifted her spirit, her pulse seeming to move in time to the bass. She wouldn’t be drinking, she knew that much, and she gave her jacket and purse (tucked discreetly into an inside pocket) to an attendant at the door to retrieve later; she wasn’t inexperienced at partying, and clubs only made it more convenient. Weaving her way through the crowd wasn’t hard for her either, being so petite, and soon enough that familiar form came into view, dancing a few feet away from her. She wasted no time in pressed her body to his, and the hold that suddenly came on her waist brought a smirk to her lips, thoughts escaping her at the feeling of contact from him. She slipped her arms around his waist, her thumbs hooking into his belt loops, pressing lightly on his hipbones, and she was pressed flush against him. She tugged lightly at one side, silently asking him to turn around, giving her his attention.
TAGGED: ashtonnn C:
WORD COUNT: 1040 without code
LYRICS: i caught myself - paramore
OUTFIT: link!
SIDENOTE: sorry it took sooo long. bad week, ya know?
hope this makes up for it <3
CREDIT: template, outfit, images, all me C:
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Post by ashton gregory white on May 6, 2009 18:53:39 GMT -5
just talk yourself up [/size] A N D T E A R Y O U R S E L F D O W N - - - - - - - - - - - -A smug smile made it's way onto Ashton's lips as the female grinder seemed small and a rather good dancer, his spirit was definitely up for turning around, but he didn't need to wait any longer for then, he felt a slight tug on one side, his smug smile grew even wider as he turned around. LUCYYY! he practically screamed, but of course almost all of it was drowned out with the music. hmm, even when he wasn't trying he somehow found the one girl he kind of hoped to see here. interesting. but what was even more interesting was the fact that he hadn't seen her when he came in, had she been here? he sighed as released the thought from his mind, it didn't matter she was here now and he wa definitely glad for that fact. he smield at her warmly, almost too warmly.. he was getting a little too used to this.. and that he did not like.
Ashton was not a committer by any means, he just fucked and left.. literally, and yes he had broken many hearts like that, but he didn't want anything personal to be in these little hook-ups, that way it might hurt him to hurt someone else, and he wasn't all into that at all. he would just rather meet a girl have a couple of drinks, go to his place, or hell, he would even go to her place.. and then they would definitely get to know each other better. he loved that, the fact that he could leave any time he would like at their place.. of course if they came to ihs palce it was a little different but of course he would get what he wanted before giving a cold shoulder or soemthing like that.. but he wasn't TOO mean about it.. i mean.. he had a heart.
But with lucy it had been... really different.. i mean yes they fucked.. but it wasn't like all sensual and shit. but mostly it kind of was, they had been sort of friends before and then it just kind of happened, truth be told it shouldn't surprise anybody seeing as he was a whore. and poor thing wasn't getting any at 'home' with her boyfiend.. it was the least he could do really. and plus he loved to piss some people off at times, only because she was so attractive and willing to sleep with the dude, he was an idiot not to. but whatever, it was his loss. but the thing with luciana was, that she talked to him before and they were friends so she kind of told him about all of this and he didn't really have a choice in the matter it just... sort of happened, and then he liked it and she liked it and then she just kept coming back for more.. GOD. it was torture... the most pleasurable torture in the world of course. but still, he hated to get attached and really it had never happened to him before. it hurt his ego to think that this one girl could get under his skin. but then again.. it could just be lust that was filling him up with such ideas.. she was taken already and he knew that.. maybe he just wanted to get someone pissed at him.. if that was the case then he surely succeeded he was sure preston would be enraged at the fact. and truth be told.. he didn't give a fuck. he could take him, easily.
Ashton smiled his charming yet sly smile and brought her closer to his body, just wanting to feel her shape and get close to her. And of course more, but if tonight went just as all the other nights, than the really close part was to come a little later, and he was absolutely ecstatic about that fact. last night was a bad night for him, yes.. he had offers and whatnot, he just wan't really in that kind of mood and tonight he regretted it, he wanted to feel someone close to him tonight, to share that.. well.. closeness with someone, it made him feel loved and at that particular moment it was needed. Ashton hadn't had a great childhood and he never had people tell him that they loved him very often and so he wasn't used to saying it either, this is another one of those many reasons ashton can't commit and be a part of a relationship, he sucks at it.. and fails miserably.. the last time he had actually tried to have a relationship was when he was in highschool and he ended up sleeping with her and taking her virginity at that.. and leaving her.. he was good at those types of things... well not that he strived to take girls' viginity and whatnot.. just .. not committing.. and all the rest that came with that.. he couldn't help it, it was just how he was built to function. and exactly how he was raised.. not to care very much because if you put your heart out there on a silver platter it was most likely to get broken rather than someone being careful with it and you putting full faith in that very person, no... he just couldn't.. but regardless.. he was here tonight and he shouldn't have such things on his mind.. so instead of worrying about it he mentally brushed the thoughts off his shoulder and continued dancing on/with lucy as the music changed to a more up beat sound.
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