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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Feb 25, 2012 23:43:28 GMT -5
Nevada had decided against going bother Marcus and August, and decided to come torture the waitresses here instead. His boyfriend was busy, probably covering at Hot Topic while Zander was pretty much dying.
"And what'll you have, sir?" The woman asked, flashing the black light over his hand, and noticing the white X wasn't there. Of course it wasn't. Vegas could get what he wanted when he wanted it and all he needed was his pretty smile. Or a threat, if that didn't work. Except Jayson. That apparently didn't fly with him. Which was fine by Nevada.
"Rum and coke." He said, drumming his fingers on the counter. "Easy on the ice. I don't care to sink like the Titanic."
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 25, 2012 23:58:05 GMT -5
Dylan, being nineteen, was able to get in but not to drink. He had been trying to avoid that urge to go after women just to sleep with them, no matter how much they repulsed him. Nashville was his focus, but for tonight Nash was busy and he was on his own.
He sneered at one of the waitresses a moment. "No drink?" He complained, tipping her chin back. Eyes narrowed. Nash wasn't here to keep him on his best behavior tonight.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Feb 26, 2012 0:05:52 GMT -5
Vegas took his drink from the woman, tossing the straw onto the counter. He knew better. He took a long drink out of it, then sat the half empty glass on the counter. He looked around with little interest. He was used to coming here with the sole intent to find someone to sleep with. 'Thats one thing that's changed..' He thought, finishing off his drink.
"Another?" She asked him, and he shook his head.
"Amaretto sour. I want a little cherry at the bottom, too. Stem on." He clicked his tongue ring against his teeth.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 26, 2012 0:19:05 GMT -5
Dylan finally sweet talked her into getting him a drink, and soon he was finished with two and waiting on another.
He leaned back, then got up, slinking towards the actual bar to try his luck there. He bumped shoulders with some other guy, carelessly continued without a word.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Feb 26, 2012 0:25:09 GMT -5
Vegas was just about to finish tying the cherry stem in a knot when a guy bumped him and made him lose his concentration. He groaned, then started to work on the cherry stem again. He sat down the tied cherry stem on the counter, them picked up his next drink. He took a sip out of it, unable to get Jayson off his mind. He missed the boy. So when the handsome guy sat down not far from him, he didn't think anything of it. He finished off his drink in one gulp, them picked the cherry out of the bottom of the glass. He ate the cherry, then started on that stem.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 26, 2012 0:34:09 GMT -5
Dylan glanced back over at him as realization passed, and he smirked. He had tried helping Devon and his damned boyfriend in the store not long ago.
Working his jaw, he snatched up the drink offered, then flipped off the bartender before taking a heavy gulp.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Feb 26, 2012 0:42:46 GMT -5
Vegas sat down the stem and started on his eighth -or ninth?- drink. He was glad he hadn't drove here because now he was just passed buzzed, edging towards drunk, and leaning towards wasted. And he was going fast. He made a mental note to get the alcohol for the drink when he got home, maybe make a few for Jayson.
"Another?" The woman asked and he shrugged.
"Yeah, sure, why not? My boyfriend isn't home.." He said quietly, leaning over the table. He ran his finger through the line of salt he mad made, thinking he could go for another similar white substance right now.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 26, 2012 0:49:03 GMT -5
Dylan was glad this bartender knew how to keep her mouth shut about his age. He slid his emoty glass towards her again, leaning forward in the bar stool before glancing around. Some guy stumbled and grabbed at his arm and he snarled in agitation.
"You wanna fuck with me?!" He snapped, shoving at his chest and watching him stumble to the floor. He sneered, turning around to snatch up his next drink.
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Post by nevada 'vegas' jayvon hanson on Feb 26, 2012 0:54:09 GMT -5
Nevada was just getting up to go to the bathroom when he saw the guy he had thought for a whole two seconds was cute shove some other guy down. He raised an eyebrow, clicking his tongue ring against his teeth. He probably shouldn't say anything, but he did anyways.
"You don't have to be an ass, bro." He said, then continued on his way to the bathroom. He pushed open the door, walking over to a mirror to fix his hair.
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Post by dylan flambyte parker on Feb 26, 2012 0:58:15 GMT -5
Dylan flipped him off. "Why don't you stay the fuck out of my business?" He watched him go, shaking his head, and finished the drink. Resting an arm on the table, he placed his chin on it.
He just wanted Nash, wished he could protect him better. But any better and he would kill anybody who laid a finger on him, literally. And he was so afraid of scaring the boy away...
He slid his glass boredly towards the woman again, ordering something stronger.
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