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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2014 1:11:06 GMT
Nathan did not know the streets of the South at all.
He used to go around with Clyde, but now he'd fucked off somewhere he wasn't sure where to get to. But Nathan was drunker than he usually was, to the point it was almost painful. The boy was streetwise; he knew the South was where the fuckers and the murderers lived. But still, he swung around the streets like a yoyo, tripping on his own two feet several times holding a bottle that had barely any alcohol inside anyway.
Watching a crowd of men bustle into a bar, or what he thought was a bar, Nathan wasn't sure, he followed suit, only to find himself in a place with ear splitting music.
He groaned, covered his ears, and tried to find the buzz.
ANGEL ALESSI
ps: idk nathan could be imagining things so just do w/e u want k
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 13, 2014 3:31:06 GMT
The bass rumbled in his chest and forced his heart to pound along. He wasn't really dancing - it was just sort of rubbing up against strangers beneath strobe lights, and it was hot.
There were somebody's hands on his hips, and he tore away from them wordlessly, shoving through the thick crowd and the air that seemed another heavy obstacle in itself. He managed to weave his way off the crowded dance floor, a rush of cool air and his hair settling sticky to the back of his neck.
He stumbled in his heels, finding something to hold on to with groping desperate hands.
"Ooooops!" He said playfully, tongue poking out past his teeth with a sheepish grin as he righted himself, still gripping the man's shoulder's for balance.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2014 12:43:59 GMT
He peeled the figure off quite easily; he was still kind of sober, but he barely made out the woman's words. He narrowed his eyes at her and dragged her out by the wrist though.
"Hey, you're that chick who's rallying funds for pair o'tits, right?" Nathan wagged a finger at her. "I remember you. You see my bro Clyde recently?" He edged closer, trying to peel her apart with his gaze.
"But anyway, I need t'get buzzed. Not sure I can handle the music if I'm not pissed yet." He shrugged, the night air seeping through his skin. "Ought to go back in, fuck it's freezing."
ANGEL ALESSI
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