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Post by EMIL RAINES on Jan 28, 2014 21:27:44 GMT
[attr="class","nobl"] | [attr="class","romg"]There was something kinda magical about getting so drunk, something great about being a happy drunk too. Emil didn't have many friends, and he could literally count them all on his fingers. Angel was probably his first friend, and while Emil on the surface it seemed like he hated the guy... deep down, he didn't.
So when he suggested the two go drinking, who was Emil to turn him down? Hours later, when Angel suggested a place from them to crash, again, who was he to turn him down?
Emil was in awe - this was nothing like the tiny apartment that he had with Junk, who was cunt by the way. This was a lot nicer than passing out at the brothel, especially considering Angel hadn't mentioned a word about Madame Bitchface. "This is nice man." When he got drunk, his accent got worse.
Normally, he was pretending that he at least had some kind of Nova accent, but when he was drunk, he really had no control over it. Those he probably sounded like some loon straight out of South Africa, but whatever. "Who owns this place?" He slurred. "Certainly not you, so the guy who gives you all that nice shit?" |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 29, 2014 19:39:19 GMT
He was filthy rich now, by association. Nevada just sat on his giant piles of money, while Angel was all too happy to find ways to spend it. But he didn't like the wealthy kind of company. Operas and cocktail parties weren't his thing. He was better dressed, but he hung around the same places, the same people.
Emil was still his friend, and he was still a whore. Angel treated him to a bottle between the two of them, because he could, then he invited him back to Nevada's. Maybe to show off. He knew Nevada didn't like guests, but Emil was too prude to fuck around when he wasn't being paid, so he he'd get over Angel bringing people up.
Surprisingly, Nevada wasn't around. Angel grinned, kicking his shoes off - miraculously, he still had them on at the end of the night. He nodded, and then leaned in close with a finger at his lips. "He thinks he's my boyfriend." Angel winked, leaning back with a giggle because it was funny.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Jan 30, 2014 21:17:36 GMT
Nevada arrived home to the door open and two figured wobbling just inside the foyer. He was just in time to catch Angel’s little comment. “Is that so?” He folded his jacket over his arm neatly and stepped into the penthouse, pausing only to close the door behind him and slip off his shoes. “Is that what you tell everyone when I am not present?”His eyes moved on the other man at his side. “Who is this?” Angel knew how Nevada felt about guests, yet he always seemed to sneak one or more over. The blonde wasn’t counting on him being around though. “If I recall, I have told you on numerous occasions that you not bring home any guests.” His voice had remained icy since he made his presence known. EMIL RAINES |
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Post by EMIL RAINES on Jan 31, 2014 14:57:28 GMT
"Thinks? So you're just playing him?" He grinned, it seemed like something Angel would actually do. He fit being a whore to a T. Maybe a bit through enthusiastic if you asked him. It was actually funny, and Emil laughed too. Maybe if he was sober, he would have actually felt bad for the chap. Oh shit, that guy is home. He jumped up, still grinning. He wasn't fucking going anywhere. "Man, I'm here. I exist, address me when you wanna know who I am." Don't fucking disregard him like trash. "Emil, Emil Raines." His last name didn't mean shit to him. "South African millionaire." He laughed, because that was funny. If he lived with his mother, then yeah, but since then, he hadn't had anything more than nine hundred bucks at a given time. He fell back onto a seat, kicked his feet up. ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Feb 2, 2014 5:37:22 GMT
It wasn't that Angel hadn't expected Nevada to be home. It was that he hadn't given him much thought at all. Whether he was or wasn't around didn't matter since he was only bringing Emil over. As long as it was just a friend, Nevada wouldn't make too much of a fuss. He couldn't really make Angel do anything.
Even his irritation was a joke to Angel, who stumbled over and slung his arms around him. "You are grumpy tonight." Angel slurred, pressing messy kisses to Nevada's cheek. It wasn't like he didn't already know what Angel did. It wasn't like he wouldn't get over it.
"He's only a friend." Angel pouted, still hanging off Nevada as he motioned clumsily towards Emil. "Just a whore friend."
He laughed along with Emil, everything was a joke.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Feb 8, 2014 18:31:58 GMT
Nevada hadn’t been interested in the guest’s identity although he asked for it. He merely wanted the skinny intruder to leave until the name hit his eardrums and resounded within his skull—Emil Raines. Raines? Was it simply a coincidence or was it more than that? “Who is your father?” The words left his mouth before he could stop them. “What is his name?”There was something glinting behind his cold, dark eyes. It looked foreign in the eyes that always gazed so tenderly at Angel. A long time had gone by without Nevada thinking about his father, who he held nothing but contempt for. He had almost let himself forget about the hatred boiling inside him. Angel had distracted him from it. When he recalled the blonde standing there, he realized he had been speaking. He coiled an arm around Angel’s waist to support him. The stench of alcohol hung heavy off of Angel and he looked like he had to make an effort to stay standing. “I am surprised that you managed to get home in your current state. How much did you have to drink tonight?” He was probably planning to drink more once he got home with his friend. EMIL RAINES |
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Post by EMIL RAINES on Jun 1, 2014 16:25:15 GMT
"My father? I don't have no fucking father mate." Never called, never sent a birthday card, never bothered to mention he existed. He paid Emil's mother to keep her mouth shut about him, maybe it was best that his mother kept his father far away. He seemed like a major fucking dickwad. "Cedric, his name was Cedric. Mum's name is Rose, happy?" He slurred. "We didn't drink that much, we aren't even really that drunk." Lies, he was really fucking drunk. Angel and Emil were alcoholics to say the least. ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jun 10, 2014 16:42:12 GMT
All of it went right over Angel's head, he leaned against Nevada, rested his head on his shoulder and winked at Emil. But didn't they make a cute couple? Nevada, with his perfect hair and sharp eyes, and Angel's updo a messy halo about his head.
He barely noticed the coldness in Nevada's tone because he still felt so soft against him, his arm around his waist, his skin against his skin.
Talking about fathers was making him angry and depressed - he thought about his stupid sister, and he thought about how lucky they were. Him and Emil, no one to impress, no expectations, no rules to follow.
"Baby, you wanna pour us some wine?" He drawled, fingertips tracing crooked and lazy circles against Nevada's chest.
"He has good fuckin' wine." Angel added, heavy-lidded gaze drifting back to the boy. Not like either of them cared.
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Post by NEVADA RAINES on Jun 27, 2014 16:13:03 GMT
Black ice glinted in his eyes, nearly missed on their darken depths but there if you knew where to look. The name, his father's name, played over and over again in his mind until Angel's pleading tones broke through. He had a brother. Cedric, their father, had sired other bastard children. The icy hatred that had begun to seize his muscles shattered. He remembered himself, and Angel. The next time he looked at Emil, it was to measure whether the boy was of legal drinking age. Angel certainly wasn't, that much Nevada knew. Yet he never stopped him before. If the kid-his brother!-was underaged, he certainly couldn't stop him from drinking too with Angel around. "Make yourself at home," he murmured to Emil and uncoiled himself from Angel's arms. The wine was kept in the kitchen, in the built in wine rack. He was surprised there was any left to pour into matching glass flutes. EMIL RAINES |
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Post by EMIL RAINES on Jun 29, 2014 20:26:07 GMT
"Make me self at home, eh?" He grinned. "Can I bring in zebras?" That was a funny joke when Emil was drunk, actually everything was funny when Emil was drunk. "I definitely want some wine, but we'll see if its," he hiccuped, "good as you say." He slouched back, put his hands behind his head and actually started to make himself feel like he was at some kind of home. "I dunno how long I can stay for, but I don't think I have an... an, uh, appointment till the morning." Just thinking about it made him want to throw up. ANGEL ALESSI |
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