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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Oct 2, 2013 3:59:56 GMT
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He was sitting on a curb, looking at himself in the scratched up reflection of a compact. There wasn't much light, a few weak streetlights and the flickering vacancy sign of the motel at his back.
His mascara had smeared down to patches under his eyes, making it look as if he'd never gotten a day of sleep in his life and the more he wiped the worse he looked. The lip gloss he'd just applied was perfect though. He pursed his lips, tongue darting out to the corner of his mouth. Cherry flavoured.
At the sound of foosteps and chatter, he clicked his compact shut, glancing across the street.
"Oi, got a smoke?" [newclass=.pen15 a]font-family:verdana;text-transform:uppercase;font-size:8px;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:left;padding:10px;height:80px;[/newclass][newclass=.pen15 a:hover]font-family:verdana;text-transform:uppercase;font-size:8px;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:left;padding:10px;height:80px;[/newclass] |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2013 21:34:51 GMT
| Somehow through his drunk daze, the voice cutting through the near silent night air got through to Nathan. It was obvious he had one too many, as he slowly swaggered his way across the street, finally standing in front of a blonde with long hair. He could get a better look at her that way, and on close inspection she looked pretty manly.
"The fuck you want?" He asked in slurs, so it didn't come out as menacingly as it perhaps should. He narrowed his eyes, squinting to make out more details. Thoughts fumbled across his mind, but Nathan could make sense of nothing but spoilt porridge.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2013 16:17:13 GMT
"Oh- oh, oh, oh! I'm doin' it! Look, Nath! Check it out!" the blonde laughed as he - now with his legs bent and his arms stretched sideways - balanced an empty bottle on his forehead as he walked down the street alongside his best friend, "Yo, let's have a bet. All the drinks t'night are on you if I can keep this up for-" he'd continued to say but only to pause midphrase when a small exchange took place between Nathan and a... Denim-coloured eyes dipped and his head tilted a little, letting the bottle fall to the side so he could catch it in his hand. Chin lowered, Clyde - who wasn't necessarily as intoxicated as Nathan (mostly because he's built up quite the solid alcohol tolerance throughout the years for gambling purposes) - blinked from one blonde to the other. "Ha!" he let out, putting the weight of his body to the left as he inspected the long-haired girl (well, 'girl'), "Obviously she's alone for a reason! Y'do threesomes?" the Barrow asked, lightly tapping at the side of his own neck with the heavier end of his alcohol bottle. Then, a hand reached forward to the girl's chest so as to cop a feel, "Well, y'prolly need some work here, but maybe that's the thing, eh? Hopin' to get 'nough money for a surgery? I get'cha, I get'cha." he grinned, looking to Nathan, "How much y'got left? We donatin' to her cause or what?" |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Oct 18, 2013 19:55:24 GMT
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Angel glared up, watching Nathan as he tucked his compact away into a clutch bag before he got to his feet. Before he could smash together some sort of retort, the second guy caught his eye. Angel smiled. He smoothed down his short skirt, batted his hand away playfully. Angel could already tell which one he liked best.
He rocked back and forth on his tottering heels, expectantly. He was watching them and waiting for a price, for whether or not to waste any more time here, but there was something else that kept his lips pressed shut and his eyes trained on their faces. A familiarity?
"I'm Angel." He said brightly, twirling a strand of hair around his finger. Maybe they'd give their names. Maybe they wouldn't. He probably wouldn't remember either way. [newclass=.pen15 a]font-family:verdana;text-transform:uppercase;font-size:8px;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:left;padding:10px;height:80px;[/newclass][newclass=.pen15 a:hover]font-family:verdana;text-transform:uppercase;font-size:8px;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:1px;text-align:left;padding:10px;height:80px;[/newclass] |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2013 20:28:41 GMT
| Nathan smacked the side of his head as if he was violently shoving in a coin for the machine to work. It did, however, work, so he could do a bit more than just look at the girl with a nasty look in his eye.
"Ey, check her shoulders mate, they're far too wide. Honey probably needs more than a fucking surgery to sort herself out." His smile widened lopsidedly. "But 'er eyes, eyes are nice, yeah, and fuck, 'ey, I'm not into flat girls." Nathan shrugged though, sizing her up.
"Splashed out too much on alcohol mate, I'm poor as dirt can be." Nathan laughed, repeatedly hitting his forehead with his palm.
"Nathan. I'm Nathan. Not that It'd matter when we're done."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2013 19:45:32 GMT
The long-haired blonde introduced herself, and Clyde blinked, "Is that your hooker alias?" he asked, but soon answered his own question, "That's gotta be your hooker alias, 'cause otherwise it's prolly the weirdest name ever." he gave a laugh, gingerly looking to his best friend who had clearly been slurring on his words. "Welp, guess we ain't gettin' blows from a hooker. Shit. Y'know, I've always wanted to see y'in some other light." he added in an almost matter of fact tone, watching, though doing nothing about the fact that Nathan was smacking his own forehead repeatedly. Denim eyes stared, and blonde brows furrowed, "We're doin' somethin' with her after all? Bro, make up your mind. We going for it or what?"The Barrow let out a huff, making a gesture at his own temple as he looked to the street worker, "Ne'rmind, totally don't wanna see him in another light anymore. Prolly can't even do nothin' at this rate." he snorted, as though he hadn't just been talking ill about either of his companions right in front of them, "And y'gotta earn the name, Angel. That's how it works 'f y'wanna play games! Who just introduces 'emselves outta nowhere without a build up, get what I'm sayin'? But by the way, since I'm about as uninterested in the game as you, this one here's Clyde. Clyde Barrow; guess whose pa just pulled up Wikipedia when he was pooped outta his mama's vajayjay?" |
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