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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2013 17:37:12 GMT
 He was on his own, again. His hand pushed the familiar door open, heavily set (both door and hand.) As always the small bar was open, even with the strands of smoke wrapping around the dim lights. It was perfect, lonely, everything Aeron wanted. By the time he stumbled home Marlene would be asleep. Asleep, and he'd stumble in with someone draped on his shoulder. Another nightly toy, he smiled at that. It would be nice to have someone to curl up with for the night and then throw away in the morning, it was much less effort than keeping one around permanently.
The bartender nodded at him, "The regular?" he asked. Aeron shook his head, "Two gin and tonics for now." He wanted to be able to think for a bit tonight, he'd start out with something light. Tonight wasn't one for the drunken coma he was used to. No, he'd sleep on his own merits tonight, argue with his own thoughts instead of the words of others. Most people drank to drown their demons, enjoying the blissful hours where they couldn't speak to them beneath a liquor sea. But I'm not them. he thought.
His drinks didn't drown demons, not always. The glass sat heavily in front of him before he picked it up. No, he wouldn't drown them tonight. He'd drink to confront them, and with that he'd not be empty handed. Don't drown. he thought as he downed the entire drink in one go. notes, *august parker CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2013 18:59:46 GMT
Hmm. Kinda dumpy...August stood unamused out in the snow, hands shoved into his pockets and staring up at the bar sign. He'd seen much better. He'd been thrown out of much better, in fact. It did have the sort of musky scent wafting out of it that August rather liked, though. Reminded him of home. That was a plus, or not. Mostly, it also had a certain someone just walk inside that August had sort of followed here. He was about 70% sure this was the same guy from the other day, and now that he was much less hungover it might be enjoyable this time. A smirk grew across his face, though it was mostly covered by his scarf in the strange weather. Well, might as well... "Wow, geeze, look at this!" August barked out suddenly, pulled out the bar-stool next to Aeron as loudly and as suddenly as he could manage before hopping up on it to rest his back on the bar, "You can't tell me this is anything other than fate. I think we should check our fingers for any red thread, just in case." August grinned over at the other man, his teeth just barely showing through his lips. The place was still a dump, but the night was very young. Who knows where they'd end up. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2013 0:51:03 GMT
His fingers lingered over the second glass as he stared at the counter. He'd probably go through a few more in the course of an hour, or possibly two. He hadn't really decided yet. How tonight was going to go, or what his aim really was. Maybe he'd drink too much to even think as he dragged himself home. Who knew. His expression darkened as he heard the voice beside him, and he breathed out heavily. Picking his glass up, he turned his head to glare at the other. "Almost getting me killed twice wasn't enough for you?" he said tiredly. The car, and then for some god damned reason a random shelf had decided to drop.
All those events tied back to August. All he'd wanted to do was go get some food, and call his mother (as if he would've, but this was another excuse to coin.) "Might as well off myself now." he said in reply to the red threaded remark. Turning away again, he began to sip on his drink. Maybe if he ignored him, he'd go away. He wasn't in the mood to be blunt, cruel, whatever he might be tonight. But Aeron knew the more he had to drink the less likely the other would end up going away. The more likely he'd end up tangled in sheets with him. He set his drink down on the counter once more without saying another word. notes, *august parker CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2013 4:30:16 GMT
its goin down im yellin timber August grinned widely at Aeron's dry response. Man, he just loved this guy. He reached up to place his hand heavily on Aeron's head to tousle his hair. "You are just precious, you know that?" August tried to turn to look ever-so-lovingly into the other's eyes, but Aeron seemed intent on ignoring him. Let's see how long this can last... Hopping over to the right side of the barstool, August made himself at home next to Aeron. He none-too-politely asked the bartender for a bloody mary and turned over to look at his companion, leaning on his elbow over the counter. "So what's with this dingy bar?" August snickered, not even considering the fact that its workers were within earshot, "I can think of at least 4 better ones within walking distance AND I'm still allowed in at least 2 of them." It was like he was almost proud of that last fact. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2013 17:36:02 GMT
Without turning to look at the other, Aeron's hand caught August by the wrist. His nails dug tightly into the other's skin before shoving his arm away. "Don't touch me." he said dryly, once more. With how unapproachable he was, you'd think people wouldn't risk getting their fingers bitten. With a sigh he took another sip of his drink, noticing that the bartender was watching him intently. He shook his head slightly and the bartender turned back to cleaning up behind the bar. Aeron could deal with this on his own, he might as well.
With how August spoke to the bartender he had to down the rest of his second drink. God forbid he go somewhere for a bit of peace and quiet. It seemed that the only bastion he had left was his bedroom. But even then it became suffocating in his bed, so often he had to crawl in bed with Marlene to not feel terrified. (She was living dreamcatcher, you wouldn't believe.) With a tired glare he turned towards August as he spoke. Why? He was tempted to give a visual demonstration as he motioned towards the bartender for another drink already. "Because on my say your ass will be out the door." he smirked. "One last place you'll be allowed in." he said, the bartender snorted from a little ways off while mixing his drink. notes, *august parker CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2014 19:08:49 GMT
its goin down im yellin timber August couldn't help but flinch and muffle a small yelp when nails suddenly dug into his skin. Usually that only happened when he wanted it to. Rubbing his reddening arm, August almost snarked back through gritted teeth, but both Aeron and the bartender actually shut him up for a moment. Slumping down on the bar, August huffed loudly and did as many stereotypical boring looking things as possible until he couldn't take it anymore. Something had to be happening or this was just of a waste of a night out. "Come onnn," August whined, pouting over at the irritable man next to him, "I made the effort to follow you in here, let's at least play a drinking game or something. My treat?" He made a face that looked surprisingly innocent, for someone who had done nothing but cause misfortune for Aeron. @aeron |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2014 11:46:18 GMT
It was always when he was beyond exhausted, or wanted some time (out of his head) to himself. He'd forgotten how much he hated being touched. Touched by anyone that wasn't Marlene, or a temporary lover. He was akin to a wild animal, teeth bared, ready to tear throats. Even though he kept to himself, people could tell. Outspoken, irritable, he was a lot of things. Not human. Or too human, even he couldn't tell anymore.
He ignored August's pouting. He could honestly care less, he'd wanted tonight to be a good one. "Good for you." he said. But a drinking game? Aeron snorted at the suggestion, still not turning towards August as he spoke. "You'd lose." notes, *august parker CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2014 4:46:29 GMT
its goin down im yellin timber August looked up at Aeron with a disdainful sneer. What did this guy take him for? August failed to see his status as a scrawny white boy as a hindrance to his self-claimed dangerous sexy vibe. If August had a list of talents, drinking would probably be the only thing on there along with blowjobs. " Well, from my point of view," He said as he still laid his cheek down on the counter, " You're the one getting in over your head here. I'll have you know my liver is number one of the list of things that hate me. And that's not a very exclusive list." August finally lifted his head and furrowed his brow at Aeron. He didn't mind being the butt of some jokes, specially when in the "pick-up" phase of trying to get laid, but having his skills at his only talent shat upon? Hell naw man. @aeron |
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