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Post by justinflyte on May 5, 2011 20:27:50 GMT -5
Justin Flyte
I want it hot, I want it loud,
Make it loud, make it loud!
Make it boom, boom; make it boom, boom!
The speakers loud, make it rumble,
Turn this club into a jungle, jungle...
.xXx.
[/color] There weren’t a lot of things in which Justin actually cared about, since coming to this awful place. Not money (in fact, fuck money, it only caused problems), not love (that had gotten him into deep shit, before), and certainly not how drunk he got, on a Friday Night like this one (I mean, what else are Friday Night’s for?). He did what he wanted, lived how he wanted, and tended to not give a shit about anyone or anything. For Justin, his life had sculpted into one that consisted only of drinking, partying, sex, feeding, and sleeping. Oh, and the occasional fucked up meeting with a shrink. But Justin really didn’t feel the need to include those in his daily routine. He believed he was sane; perfectly sane, actually. Sure... He had issues with keeping himself together when it came to blood, humans, his anger... Yadda, yadda. That didn’t mean he was mentally ill, did it? Yeah, it kinda actually did. Justin corrected himself, before frowning, and sighing heavily. He didn’t think it did, but other people did. Maybe they were all the mentally fucked ones. That made more sense, didn’t it? Justin shook his head slightly, deciding to drop it. He was basically just staring at the wall in his room, thinking to himself. Can you say lame? Immediately he got up, running a hand through his dampened hair, and stalked over to his dresser. He was going clubbing, big surprise I know, so he needed something to wear. Simple, tonight? Justin felt like simple. Simple was good. Simple, but not too casual. Justin grabbed a fitted white T-shirt and a pair of tight-fitted black jeans, before slipping them on with ease. His gaze flickered towards the mirror, just to quickly observe himself, and he noted the familiar red glint to his eyes. Again? Fuck. He couldn’t head to the club looking like some goddamn bloodsucker. So what if he was one? Justin had found most girls totally don’t find that shit attractive. So, drinking blood more often it was. With a defeated sigh, Justin waltzed over to the little stash of the bagged shit he had in his room, opened a bag, and took a nice long gulp. See, blood wasn’t nearly as good at room-temperature. And not fresh. Oh, it was so much better warm. Warm, and fresh. Coming directly from the person helped, too. Justin smirked at the very thought of it. So, he had a little bit of a problem. No big. He could deal. And if he couldn’t? Well he might possibly freak out and start attacking someone in the middle of the club.
Again, no big. Justin walked into the bathroom and rose a brow at his hair. See, he was no gayboy, but he respected looking good. So, he took the time and got his hair the way he liked it, before walking back into his room to grab his black hightops, and slip them on. He’d gotten the shoes before he came to this shithole, and they were one thing he was actually protective of. Justin glanced around his room again, just briefly, before heading outside. He loved the night, or rather, the nightlife. The clubs were his favourite thing in life, right about now. I mean, it was pretty much the only good thing about this damned town. That, and the girls. Justin wondered if he’d meet anyone, tonight. As he walked through the darkened streets, passing by the occasional stumbling, drunken retard, he couldn’t help but feel excited for the incoming night. Yet another full night, or at least until it got dangerously close to being light out, of partying. And then? Justin would pass out in his room for ten hours, and do it over the next night. Most of the time he had to wait indoors until it actually got dark out, but that at least gave him some chill time. Hell yeah, he had a damn-good schedule. Justin tended to lose time when he started thinking, even about random things, and this was no exception. The Vampire had been walking for a while, completely unbothered by the things going on around him, before he spied the club within this part of town. The Wild. Immediately a smirk tugged at his lips, and he picked up in to a slight, easy jog, before swinging the door open and passing inside. He nodded towards a few of the people who were standing near the doors, and paused to look around the club for a moment. Right. Drink. It was always Justin’s routine to grab a drink, just strong enough to loosen him up, then party his fucking head off. Good plan. And everybody knows it’s on tonight,
Beat’s like it’s strong; it feels so right.
Feel like I’m alone here in a crowd, just me and my song... Words: 871 Muse: Meh. Still getting used to him. Notes: Sorry if it fails. D; LVOE YOU. [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by lynx on May 5, 2011 21:28:17 GMT -5
So Lynx may have been a little drunk before she had even made it to The Wild. Okay, so maybe she was a lotta drunk. Oops. She didn’t care! She liked being the way she was, why not?! Live it up and party like it was the end of the fucking world. Fuck yes. She could live with that. She could party it up, go wild, drive herself insane. Well more insane anyway. She knew for a fact that she was fucking screwed up in the head and she reveled in it rather than flinching away from it. Why shy away from what she was when she could just rejoice in it instead? So what was the drunk girl wearing that was causing all the looks she kept getting all over the place? Well, for the first part there was a plastic banana tied up somehow in her blonde and blue hair. She wasn’t quite sure how it had gotten there but she knew she hadn’t started out the night with it there. Oops. She wished she could figure out where she had picked it up. Not so she could return it, of course not, no so she could get another one! She felt so lopsided with only one. It made her want to tilt her head all of the damn time. She only left the one club when she got kicked out, called too drunk already. She pouted at the bartender and skipped out, her black and pink skirt bouncing all the way as she did. It was more tulle than a skirt. Obviously, Lynx was on a high. What else could it be? She couldn’t be in a low or she’d be crying, and she couldn’t be normal. All that left was a high! And high she was, though not in the drug respect. Though now she was debating that too, but lately that made her stomach roll lately. She frowned and put her hand over her stomach which was bare under the yellow tube top she had on under the yellow sweatshirt. Stupid little rider was killing her buzz. She hated being pregnant. She needed to kill off this thing and get back to her life as soon as humanly, or rather inhumanly, possible. And the best way she figured she could do that was just how she was doing it right this very moment. By doing exactly what the doctors told her not to do. See it took skill to be as drunk as Lynx was right now. Considering she was a ‘Cat, she had a much higher metabolism which meant her body processed that shit and got it out of her system way too fast, so she was currently already feeling a drop in her buzz. She would have to fix that as soon as possible. Next club! She giggled wickedly with that thought and spun, making her skirt flare out and revealing shorts underneath. She didn’t used to wear shorts but she had learned her lesson with that after getting pregnant. A little more protection against that stuff was a damn good idea if you asked her these days. Plus, she wasn’t cautious with anything else. One thing was probably a good thing. Her currently yellow—thanks to the contacts—eyes scanned the buzzing boulevard until she saw what she was looking for. She did her own bizarre little happy dance, bouncing from foot to foot as she did, overjoyed that her drunken self had managed to find this place! She was just skilled, that was what it was. She had to be there was nothing else that could explain it! Skills all the fucking way! She laughed, she couldn’t help it. The world looked like it tilted sideways for a moment though as she did and she stopped, blinking. Okay, maybe her buzz wasn’t dying all that fast like she thought after all. That had been a little trippy for a moment there. She giggled again and stumbled towards the club. The Wild was always fun, it was one of her Packs favorite hide aways these days. Mostly because they had to keep an eye on her, poor dudes. She didn’t feel all that bad though. She giggled and skipped past the bouncer who arched a brow at her. Being her status, she could skip right in. SO that wasn’t what had bothered him. She figured it was her already drunk self that had managed to tip him off that she might be causing trouble in the club tonight with her current state. Possibly. She wasn’t sure yet whether she wanted to misbehave. It depended who she actually saw when she got into the club. She would decide then if they were good chaos causing buddies or just fun to party with! And then she saw someone who made a grin spring to her, currently, orange lips. Justin! He was proving to be well on his way to being one of her party buddies. She liked chilling out with him, anyone who could party like she did was one of her favorite peole really. But right now? With her as entirely drunk as she was? Even a slight friend would be her new best friend, and she was amused enough by him that he was more than a slight friend. Score! She giggled and weaved through the crowds until she got to him, not caring about how tiny she was, she leaned up to throw her arm over his shoulders. ”Justin!” she said, her words slurring a little and causing her to giggle again. Oops, she was so buzzed right now. ”How goes the paaartaaaay?” she asked, grin spreading wider as she did. Party time! Words: 977 Comments: She is insane Muse: Epic Outfit: allaccessmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Colette-Carr-05.jpg |
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Post by justinflyte on May 6, 2011 20:33:41 GMT -5
Justin Flyte
I want it hot, I want it loud,
Make it loud, make it loud!
Make it boom, boom; make it boom, boom!
The speakers loud, make it rumble,
Turn this club into a jungle, jungle...
[/i] .xXx. [/color]It was a tad odd, how relaxing Justin found clubs. The bass thudding within his chest, the sound vibrating throughout the entire room... It was all so, entirely, calming to the Vampire. Calming in a sort of... ready-to-party-all-night-long kind of way. If that made sense? It totally did to Justin. As he leaned against the bar casually, waiting for his drink, this is what the man thought of. Not how many hot girls were shitfaced and dancing all up in here (but trust me, that would come later), if he knew anyone around here, or even what song was playing. He was just focused on what the clubbing scene did to him; how it made him feel. It was fricken amazing, actually. Justin smirked to himself and nodded briefly to the bartender, before tipping the given shot back with ease. He’d have a great amount of these, and be good to go. Drinking almost made Justin’s old attitude come back, which was one reason he loved it. Minus being so pathetically shy, of course. Justin wouldn’t ever be like that again. Fuck no. He was... Different, now. But, did he give a shit?
Nah, not tonight. As he tipped back another shot, and felt the familiar burn as it slipped down his throat. It was then, though, that he was thrown suddenly off guard as someone, literally, clung to his shoulders. He chuckled and looked over his shoulder to see his new, tiny, insane little friend, Lynx. He laughed again, grinning at her, before she spoke. And see, this was why he totally loved hanging out with her, even if they’d only met a bit ago. The night was still young, and the girl was fucking hammered. He needed more friends like this. Justin looked over what she was wearing briefly, discreetly checking her out in the process, before shaking his head. She was absolutely insane. But, of course, he wasn’t one to complain. A little insanity never hurt anyone. Justin held up his drink, and grinned at her. “Better now that you’re here, duuuh.” He said over the music with a little harmless wink, before taking an overly large and eager sip of his drink. What? Desperate times call for desperate measures! “You look like you’ve had a good night so far too, huh?”
He asked with another small chuckle, before reaching back to flick one of the banana’s in her hair, amused. Damn, who else would think of wearing fucking bananas in their hair? Obviously, only her. Maybe Justin would steal one of them, and see if she noticed. The boy smirked at the thought, before taking another large gulp of his drink. Fuck, he needed to get drunk faster... It wasn’t good enough to just have a drunk friend. It was so much better to be drunk, and have a drunken friend. That way you would both have fun, and be fucktards together. Justin looked towards Lynx with another amused grin, before raising a brow. “I’d offer you another drink, but it seems like you’ve had—“ Justin cut himself off. See, this is what he hated. What he fucking-well wanted to get rid of. He didn’t need to give a shit about other people, or if they had too much to drink. A mischievous little grin crossed his features, and he started over. “Fuck it. Want something? I’m feeling generous.” He asked with his newly found grin, once again speaking in a raised voice, so she could hear over the blaring music. He grabbed his drink and took another gulp discreetly, not wanting to be a complete pig and down it all right in Lynx’s face. Nah, he’d only do shit like that if he was drunk enough. Which hopefully, would happen soon. If his body would just hurry up. Like. Now. Justin... tended to be impatient. He was wasting daylight, though! Wait-no. Other way around. Nightlight. Wait. No. That didn’t sound right. Night-dark? Ugh. Justin’s brow furrowed, and forced a sign, before taking another drink. See, this is why he didn’t think. He ended up having fucking weird conversations with himself, about daylight or nightdark shit. No wonder he was in this town.
And everybody knows it’s on tonight,
Beat’s like it’s strong; it feels so right.
Feel like I’m alone here in a crowd, just me and my song... Words: 792 Muse: FAIL Notes: I am so sorry. This is even worse! And I didn't proof it all... *COUGH* SORRY. D; I didn't give you tons to actually respond to. HOPE THAT'S ALRIGHT? Maybe she can have a seizure. JUSTKIDDINGCALMDOWN. [/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by lynx on May 6, 2011 20:59:14 GMT -5
Yep, fucking hammered was one damn good way to describe Lynx right now. She was so done on the scale from one to ten. She figured she was somewhere around fifteen or so on that lovely little scale. Her body metabolized this shit so fast, even with her being pregnant, so fast though…she needed to practically constantly drink in order to keep her buzz long enough to party. But Lynx was damn good at keeping up her buzz, she was practically an expert! She had been doing it for the past thirty years of her life, and it hadn’t managed to kill her yet, so she doubted that it actually would any time soon! Yeah, that sounded about right. It may kill the rider in her stomach but she didn’t actually give a shit about that so, that was all good. In fact, the sooner the parasite let her shift again, the better.
Either way, the drunk girl had made her way, somehow, over to The Wild. She wasn’t sure how she had managed to make the trek to this place without killing herself, but she had! That was what was important! She liked to repeat what was important a lot because it helped her focus enough to keep moving when she was actually drunk. Not that she cared all that much about focus, it was more all about keeping herself dancing and partying. That was the fucking point of her whole damn night! And then she actually got into the club and saw Justin. Justin! He was her new party buddy. She asked him how the party was and he said it was better with her here. She grinned wickedly, flashing her favorite fake fangs again. ”Good fucking answer!” she whooped, stumbling a little as she transferred her leaning from Justin to the bar. Give her five minutes,she’d be sober enough to stand on her own again.
Not if she had anything to say about it. She pouted a bit when the bartender flashed her that look. That warning look that said he knew she was hammered and he was watching her. It usually meant he wouldn’t give her anything, unless someone else bought it first of course. She pouted more with tha thought. How unfair!
He flicked one of the bananas and she blinked, jolting a bit cause she hadn’t expected his hand to be there. That and she had forgotten entirely that the bananas were there in her hair. Oops. She still didn’t know where those had come from! But they matched her outfit, so she didn’t care about how she’d have a bitch of a time untangling them from her hair when she woke up in the morning, they looked pretty wicked. She assumed. She hadn’t yet been to a mirror to see. She was grinning again at his question though. ”Got kicked outta “Getcha” already for being too drunk” she said, loud to be heard over the music. She meant the death angel bar of course. But she usually got kicked out of there first, until she made her way to here or the other ‘Cat bar. They knew her pack would take care of her here and didn’t kick her out.
She reached up to ruffle his hair, being that she was overly affectionate in some ways when she was drunk and she was on a high. It was probably how she had ended up pregnant, she didn’t know. That night was another one of her blurred ones. But she didn’t mean it all lovey dovey, she just touched a lot. ”Hooow has your night been?” she said, her voice getting progressively less slurred as she moved out of the realm of being well and truly drunk into the realm of being simply buzzed. She did not approve! She wanted another drink. Justin had a drink! Why oculdn’t she have a drink too? She wanted one! SO he could get drunk and she couldn’t? what was up with that? That wasn’t fair! That was biased! Wasn’t it? She wasn’t sure anymore…and then she started giggling.
Surprise, surprise, Lynx was insane.
And then the magic words that would slide Lynx into being upset started to come out of Justin’s mouth. That she’d had enough. Why did everyone always think she’d had enough?! She didn’t have enough! Not nearly enough! She wanted more! She was already starting to pout with her orange lips when a mischievous grin came across his lips and she paused. And then whooped, loud enough to be heard over the music, when he changed his mind. She was giggling now. She pointed at him, her tiny self overly giddy to be getting drunk again. She liked being drunk! Not that she wasn’t still drunk. She was, just slowly loosing it.
Slowly.
She pointed at him with both hands. ”You! I love you! Amazing!’ she announced in her alcohol slurred voice. Before hopping up to sit on the bar and grin like a little kid in the candy shop. Insane, Insanity was the best policy though in the mind of the tiny Lynx. ”Surprise me!” she announced to Justin and the bartender all at once. She didn’t care what it was as long as it had a kick and fire enough to knock her off her socks. Or was it out of her socks? Oh what did it matter, they both involved losing her socks.
Words: 946
Muse: Epic
Comments: OhMyFuckingFuck I love her.
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