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Post by colton denada strosteven on May 9, 2012 18:53:58 GMT -5
"C'mon, Trayce."
"Hang onnn to your horses Colton," Trayce huffed, raising an eyebrow. He was crouched in the alley, carefully applying the last of his make up. He stuck it in one of the thin boxed and slid it into the crevice with everything else behind a dumpster.
Colton fixed his contacts, sweeping his hair over his sightless eye with a smirk. "You're such a girl," He drawled, hoping Trayce would behave tonight. After all, working a night shift meant a zombified Trayce, and sometimes it didn't blow over so well. "Let's gooo before the sun sets." He grabbed his arm, hanging onto it gently and starting for the club. They flashed passes and ducked inside, heading to the back room to get ready.
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Post by kellin jon perrette on May 9, 2012 19:10:46 GMT -5
"So, you're keeper of the creepers now?" Marc asked Kellin, sitting down on the stool across from him. Marc didn't look okay; he looked pale and depressed. And that worried Kellin.
"Apparently.." He said quietly, his mismatched eyes watching the other male.
"So they really have creepy little bugs in them?"
"Uh.. Basically.. They're trying to figure out a way to get rid of them without radiation. Some of the antibiotics are killing them on people like Connor but everyone else is like.. they're going to have to get them all pulled out. And by then it's laid eggs." He shrugged, chewing on his lip. "They're like.. germs. Kinda."
"Oh.." Marc mumbled.
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Post by colton denada strosteven on May 9, 2012 19:18:49 GMT -5
Colton tossed his bag of things aside. "Ugh, why can't girls be entertainment tonight?"
"Because we need money for clothes and showers, Colt," Trayce huffed, filling a glass of water. "Ready?"
Colton nodded, pulling off his shirt as he headed to the stage.
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Post by kellin jon perrette on May 9, 2012 19:30:37 GMT -5
Kellin looked over as a guy came onto the stage. He was certainly eye catching and attractive. But Kellin wasn't one to go after anyone. He turned back to Marc, looking the boy over. "Are you okay?" He asked, and Marc just nodded, walking off to fill a drink. Kellin lowered his head, chewing on his lip. He kept thinking about Knoxville, which was who he thought of most of the time. He looked back over at the stage with little interest, his mismatched eyes slowly tracing over everyone on the other side of the club.
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Post by colton denada strosteven on May 9, 2012 19:36:31 GMT -5
Colton climbed onstage with Trayce and flipped on the music and mic. Something in his eyes said he preferred just singing, but soon they were moving around the stage with ease and had caught plenty of attention. After a good twenty minutes, two girls came to replace their shift. Colton wrapped an arm around Trayce, pulling him towards the back room. He kissed his forehead. "Cut my hair real quick?"
Now that they had access to scissors. Trayce nodding, cutting his hair until it was to where it could be spiked up. "Let's get a drink.."
He tugged his contact case from his pocket and took them out, glancing up at Trayce.. He had learned to adjust to vision in only one eye, wandered back out , running a hand through his hair.
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Post by kellin jon perrette on May 9, 2012 19:44:48 GMT -5
Kellin looked back to Marc who was growing more and more pale as the minutes went by. He wondered if the boy was on the verge of suicide again. Which he usually was. "Marcus, can I have a root beer please?" He asked him quietly, and Marc got him his drink. He popped the top off of it, taking a long drink.
"Faggot." He looked up to see Knoxville sit down next to him.
"That's not nice.."
"I was talking about you."
"It's still not nice.." He said, recieving a playful smack upside the head. "Ow.."
"You've have like, seven guys at your house in a week." Knox said, raising an eyebrow.
"It was three and all of them were gay and taken." Kellin said, biting his lip.
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Post by colton denada strosteven on May 9, 2012 19:48:42 GMT -5
Colton glanced over at the guys near them, taking a seat at the bar and asking for a drink. He ruffled Trayce's hair some, leaning back. "Garbage comes tomorrow," Tray murmured quietly. "We'll have to move our stuff until they finish their runs."
Colton nodded, running a hand through his hair again and looking towards the rather pale guy of the three, wondering if he was okay.
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Post by kellin jon perrette on May 9, 2012 19:56:25 GMT -5
"Knox, can you.." Marc asked, and Knox nodded, jumping over the counter. Marc went to the back, and Kellin thought he understood why he was so pale; he had probably been working to death. Knox gave one of the guys his drink, then walked to the other end of the bar to refill someone else's. Kellin turned his glass around and around, watching Knox make his way up and down the bar. 'It's no wonder you slept with him in high school..' He thought, chewing his lip.
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Post by colton denada strosteven on May 9, 2012 20:00:49 GMT -5
Colton tapped his fingers on the bar as he sipped at his drink, watched Trayce wander off to go flirt with a few people, then try flirting with the guy behind the counter as discreetly as possible.
Colton shook his head, looking around, and casted a sidelong glance at the guy left at the bar, smiled at him faintly, blue and brown eyes curious.
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Post by kellin jon perrette on May 9, 2012 20:14:40 GMT -5
Kellin watched Knox flirt right back at the guy, thinking that he hadn't changed a bit since high school and he got that girl pregnant. He looked over at the boy, forcing a smile when he smiled before looking down into his drink. He ran his finger across the rim of his bottle, a blush creeping across his cheeks. He wasn't used to anyone looking at him and smiling. He was used to people looking down at him and telling him he was a freak.
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