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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 18, 2014 0:15:03 GMT
The lights were blurring and revolving and it made him sick. His stockings were torn, his feet were bare, a pair of sunglasses pushed up on his head as he stumbled out into the night. He had been turned out from another bar, and that only got him resolved to find a place that would let him in.
He had not had enough, he told himself, arms out to keep his balance as he tottered along the curb. The world seemed to tilt beneath his feet - something dug into his heel and he yelped and stumbled, balancing on one leg for a precarious minute before he hit the sidewalk with a yelp and a rush of air pushed from his lungs.
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Post by TARA COLEMAN on Jan 18, 2014 2:57:39 GMT
Tara trudged along the sidewalk while she fished in her bag for her car keys. For once she was alone, because her friends were all splitting up to hook up, and she wasn't in the mood to join in on their drunk escapades. Phone, cash, fake ID, no car keys.
She'd stopped under the light of a streetlamp and considered dumping the contents on the ground altogether when she heard a yelp and lifted her head. A blond that looked all too familiar was bent into some demented yoga position before falling to the ground. She considered leaving him to his devices, but she wasn't feeling like a complete ass. That, and she didn't want to feel guilty if someone took advantage of her drunk brother.
She trudged forward and sat on her haunches, took out her cigarette and blew smoke to his face. "Man, you don't look so good. What, did you lose your sugar daddy?"
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 18, 2014 4:08:27 GMT
He lay there for a minute, feeling the cold hard ground beneath him. It was comforting in its stillness and solidity - it helped with the dizziness, and he thought he might lay there a while longer, until he heard footsteps, pressing his palms to the ground and pushing himself up to see who it was.
He narrowed his eyes, which probably didn't look so much intimidating and scornful as he imagined. More like he was squinting past the smoke.
"Hey," Angel sat up, pushed the hair from his face and scowled. "You..." He'd lost his train of thought. He shifted, crossing his legs - not quite practical in this short a dress - as if making himself comfortable where he sat. "Shut up."
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Post by TARA COLEMAN on Jan 18, 2014 21:16:41 GMT
On a scale of one to ten, Tara decided that smashed was a good evaluation of Angel’s overall well being. "Nice, Angel. Very eloquent." She only just noticed that he wasn’t wearing any shoes, which only contributed to her thesis. But even if he was a mess, she was still feeling a little vindictive from their last conversation. She reached out and plucked the sunglasses from his head and settled them on her face.
"How expensive were these, anyways?" She said, tapping the sunglasses with red painted nails. "I’d suggest returning them. You can barely see anything." She pushed them up on her face and looked at the street around them. They were the only two in the vicinity, and she briefly wondered if he’d wandered away from a group before deciding that she didn’t care.
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 19, 2014 4:43:31 GMT
He gave her a sour look as he flipped her off. He wasn't in the mood for this - he just wanted another drink. But before he could react, she had pulled his sunglasses off, and he just glared at her, making a clumsy snatch to get them back.
He didn't remember where he'd gotten them - he didn't look at prices anymore, just swiped Nevada's credit card. "Keep em." Angel muttered darkly, though he was sure that he looked much better in them. He really wasn't in any state to put up a fight, in any sense of the word. Angel scowled, pressing his palms flat to the ground for support as he struggled onto his feet. He didn't want to deal with this bitch.
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Post by TARA COLEMAN on Jan 19, 2014 6:10:32 GMT
"If you insist." She shrugged and helped herself to her feet. She really didn't feel any inclination to help Angel get up, rather satisfied with watching him awkwardly steady himself on his own. It still wasn't enough to make her feel any better.
"Now, just think how much harder this would be in heels." She mused, albeit sarcastically. She could only assume that he'd been wearing any in the first place, but it seemed like a pretty accurate assumption considering the remains of his outfit. "So, where you headed? More drinking, or are you gonna attempt to toddle your way back to that fancy penthouse?" Which was kind of a walk from here, if she remembered the address correctly. She didn't doubt herself too much, though—it wasn't often that she visited places like that, and they were hard to forget.
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 19, 2014 23:07:53 GMT
Angel finally got to his feet, smoothing down his dress and hair as if it would make him any more presentable. He hadn't even noticed his shoes were gone until she pointed it out, and Angel glanced down, perturbed. His mouth hung open as if in mid-sentence as he tried to remember what the fuck had happened to his shoes.
Then he remembered it didn't really matter, Nevada would buy him another pair.
Tara's question was innocent enough, but he still shut his mouth with a click and narrowed his eyes, working his jaw as he considered her. "What's it to you?"
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Post by TARA COLEMAN on Jan 20, 2014 3:12:11 GMT
Tara knew exactly what it was to her, and it was just as selfish a decision as finding him in the first place had been. Guilt would sit like a rock in her stomach and she was never in the mood to to deal with that.
"You look like crap." She flicked her cigarette to the ground and crushed it with her shoe. "Aren't you concerned about wandering out here alone? I mean, you look pretty vulnerable to me." It was meant to come out biting and mean, because the last thing she wanted was for Angel to take it the wrong way. She was more curious about how long it would take him to end up in a ditch or a dumpster than whether he would make it home alright.
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 20, 2014 22:49:07 GMT
Angel scowled, refusing to admit he looked anything but as attractive as he'd started the night out. He pursed his lips, but before he could get his mind to work out a retort, she switched to concern, the last thing he expected to hear. It was fucking suspicious. "I think I'll be fine." He told her curtly, trying not to slur his words as he dusted himself off. He did this every night, it was all fine. Somebody would come take him home, eventually. Nevada would go out looking eventually.
"Now if you'll excuuuse me." He concentrated on putting one foot in front of another, taking precarious steps to brush past Tara. He didn't know where he was going, but he tried to look like he had purpose.
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Post by TARA COLEMAN on Jan 21, 2014 1:26:39 GMT
Tara rolled her eyes. Fine, right. "Was that uncertainty? I'm pretty sure that was uncertainty that I heard just now." If he was this ready to blow her off then maybe he did have some means of getting home. Or that was all bull and he just wanted her to shove off.
She contemplated taking that chance to simply leave him be and go home. She certainly could have. Tara herself had absolutely no obligations to turn around and match Angel's slow pace like she was now, putting her hands in her coat pockets and not leaving him to his devices like she wanted to. "You're excused." Maybe she would stick around to make him mad. Ruin just a tiny part of his night and make a tinier part of hers.
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 22, 2014 13:10:34 GMT
"Aw, shut up." He muttered, still concentrating on keeping his balance, making his way along the sidewalk as if it was a tight rope. Angel hadn't given her any reason to concern herself with him, and he was surprised when she came up beside him. Enough to throw him off balance, make him stagger onto the road instead. These tights were ruined - he could feel bits of gravel sticking to the soles of his feet, stinging.
What did she want?
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Post by TARA COLEMAN on Jan 24, 2014 1:54:37 GMT
Angel staggered, and she grabbed his arm out of instinct. She'd more than done the same for a few drunk friends to save them from wandering in the street, and she wouldn't admit it, but the last thing she wanted was for Angel to get hit by car, never mind the road being deserted of moving vehicles. "Hey, be careful." She paused, momentarily letting her previous reservations fly out the window. "Let me take you home, alright? You look like you need a ride."
Somehow she felt like she would grow to regret offering her help, but with the situation at hand she liked to pretend that that wasn't a possibility.
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 26, 2014 1:58:21 GMT
His first instinct was to try to tear his arm from hers, but he was only set further off balance, leaning into her. The pointed distance between them was closed and it felt uncomfortable, while closeness had never made Angel uncomfortable,
He glanced to Tara incredulously, though in his state it seemed more akin to wide-eyed gaping wonder. Even with how long he'd been with Nevada, Angel could never get used to this, kindness and concern and favours that needn't be returned. "I told you, I'm fine." He drifted into a half-hearted mumble.
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Post by TARA COLEMAN on Jan 26, 2014 3:33:59 GMT
She let him stay close, though only out of fear that he'd fall or stumble again. She was generous enough to offer him a ride, but if he kept up this relationship with the ground she'd end up leaving him here. That was what she told herself, anyway.
She took his lazy tone as a weakening will, and she tugged his arm carefully but insistently to where her car was parked. "I'm sure that you will not be fine if you're left by yourself." She figured that it wouldn't take much more convincing to get him to come along. Still, she was irrationally frustrated and half regretting the offer. "Just let me be nice to you."
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 27, 2014 13:07:48 GMT
He was already walking at a slant, and he hardly noticed Tara was leading him off his path, which hadn't had much of a direction anyways. He rolled his eyes theatrically, turning his head to survey Tara.
He scoffed. "Nice." People were never just nice. He wasn't sure about siblings, but with the note they'd ended on last time, he didn't expect it. They were inches apart - there was alcohol on his breath and scrutiny in his eyes as he squinted, searching her face. He wasn't even sure what for. Similariy? "I told you," he slurred. "I'm not giving you any...thing."
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