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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Dec 29, 2013 19:34:32 GMT
YOU KNOW THAT I'M NO GOOD
"Fuck."
Too shitty a club, and too nice a ring. No big diamonds – Nev would probably save that for the wedding – but it was a pricey piece, the pair of birds in intricate white gold winding around a modest gem. Angel usually wore the ring out, but sometimes it ended up in his pocket, tucked away in his purse – rolling across the dance floor and leaving Angel shoving and stumbling through, trying to catch it glinting in the light.
It ended up rolling from the dancefloor and to the bar, and after a few minutes of confused circling Angel finally found it, bending over and tipping onto his hands and knees, shoulders bumping the feet of barstools until he finally had the damn ring back in his hands.
He sat back on the ground, back pressed against the front of the bar, catching his breath before he finally got to his feet, still clenching the ring tightly, afraid to drop it again. He almost did, when his head caught the bar on the way up. With gritted teeth and disheveled hair, he stood with his upper body slumped against the bar, the ring on the bar in front of him, nails tapping irritably on the surface. "Baaaarkeep."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2013 4:17:51 GMT
This was just going to be another night full of copious amounts of his parents money being wasted, and himself getting wasted, but August caught sight of something very rare that evening: an ex. He always got excited when this happened, specially when they hadn't spoken in such a long time. No matter how the night ended, August would end up having a good time. August didn't have many exes. He made a lot of promises he would never keep and met a lot of people under the sheets, but getting into anything even somewhat long term was something he avoided. You know, unless they really had potential to keep his interests. And it looked like that interest was piqued again. August smirked and walked up behind the boy, gently picking up a lock of his golden hair behind Angel's back. "Angel Alessi," He breathed above the music of the club, "You are looking as irritable as ever." |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Dec 30, 2013 5:06:25 GMT
He probably looked a mess – at least he'd had the foresight to go without pantyhose, or they'd be torn from crawling around on the floor. His head still throbbed, and he pressed a hand to the tender spot, hoping it wasn't going to bruise. Hoping for a fucking drink.
He felt a hand in his hair, and that was enough to narrow his eyes as he whirled around, face to face with somebody more familiar than expected.
"August." He snarled back – he couldn't actually remember his last name. They had dated, but it had been short and angry and Angel didn't like to think about it. August was the sort of boyfriend you thought about at 3 in the morning on the floor of a club's toilet stall.
"And you're looking…" Angel wrinkled his nose, still a bit dazed, a little slow in retort. "You're still a fucking douchebag." He jabbed an accusatory finger at August.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2013 15:02:24 GMT
August brought a hand to his own heart, mock hurt. "You wound me." His chuckle died down as he stepped around the blond boy to lean on the counter next to him. "I believe you had some more choice words for me last time we met." August glanced over out of the corner of his eye, giving a quick wink. He kind of wished he had dressed better for this occasion, cause it really was rare. But the ol' peacoat would have to do. "But c'mon, we both know that relationship was a mistake," August pushed himself upright, spying someones forgotten drink and taking a sip of it. Nasty hard shit. Bleugh. "That doesn't mean though," He paused, licking his lips and looking at Angel with a smirk, "That you're not still something special." ANGEL ALESSI, and omg u rp so well who cares about templatesss ;o; |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Dec 30, 2013 21:15:25 GMT
Angel rolled his eyes – he made plenty of mistakes. Nonstop mistakes. August was definitely one of them. When they ran into each other, sometimes he missed him – for the sex – but he wasn't quite drunk enough for that yet. He was barely drunk at all. Speaking of. Angel narrowed his eyes at August and snatched the drink from him, helping himself. It was bitter and burned on the way down and it was just what he liked.
Then he remembered the ring he'd been fiddling with, and he put the drink down, nearly emptied. He wiped it off on his shirt, then made a show of sliding it onto his finger. He braced his elbow on the bar, cupped his chin in his palm, fingers resting on his cheek, putting the ring in August's view as he leaned in. "Oh, I know." He said smugly.
Generally Nevada was the last thing he thought of when he was out clubbing and drinking and pretending he was single. But now Nevada was a bragging right.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2014 18:55:25 GMT
August raised his eyebrows as Angel drew his attention to the ring. Well, who would'a thought. August always assumed Angel was like him; it was just better when they didn't pretend to commit to something. Oh well. A piece of metal didn't always mean so much. The surprise left his face and he leaned over onto his hand. "So," August smirked and moved his own glass to his lips, "My place then?" ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Jan 15, 2014 19:43:41 GMT
Angel reveled in the way he'd evidently caught August off guard, and the gleam of the ring under the bar's flickering fluorescents. He recovered quickly though, and Angel pursed his lips, making a face like he'd tasted something sour to return August's smirk, which was infuriatingly appealing – so was the offer.
But he was better than that now. He was better than August.
"Yeah, only if you mean you're gonna go home and jerk off to me." He replied, turning his nose up at August and taking a sip of his drink to wash the bitter taste of his mouth with something even stronger.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2014 4:32:53 GMT
A small, inaudible huff escaped from his lungs. So this wasn't going to be easy. What happened to the good ol' days of snarking at each other until a public domestic dispute broke out and then fucking until it made up for the hassle? Seems like everyone was just too complicated now. It ws always this "don't you have anything nice to say" shit, or "only if you're serious about us". Ugh. Naive freaks. August sighed and made a show of looking mock disappointed, though there was an angry edge under it if one could pick up on that sort of thing. " So now you're someone's long-term problem." He swirled the liquid in his glass around, scouring Angel's face for any signs of letting up. " I don't know what makes you think you, of all people, could fit that kind of lifestyle." ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Feb 8, 2014 4:07:25 GMT
He reveled in August's annoyance - it strengthened his resolve, because knew August better than to think he would be so easily put off. But he could tell August was angry. Them had been ill-fated from the start, but it hadn't been without its good moments - the sex. The sex was good.
Angel averted his eyes a moment to glance at the ring, pressing his sticky lips together and licking the bitter aftertaste off before he looked back up at August. Truthfully, Angel still didn't think he was suited for whatever it was he had with Nevada, but he wasn't going to agree. "He's rich. And hot." Angel said simply. "We're in love." He leaned in a quirked a brow - there was a sardonic edge to the way he said it.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2014 4:37:24 GMT
August scoffed and a bit of his drink caught in his throat. Love? Was this even Angel? This felt like a comedy routine. Angel's constant attitude didn't make it any easier to believe either. August couldn't decide if this was one huge practical joke, and was still fairly certain they'd end up in bed tonight. "You're not serious, are you?" August's voice lost the usual humor and was just dry with disbelief, "Sounds more like you're in love with the money. No-- I know it's the money." He took a swig, smirking at Angel like he was an idiot. "And here I thought you weren't that stupid."ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Feb 8, 2014 6:54:51 GMT
Of course he didn't meant it - he rolled his eyes. Nevada loved him - he said so all the time, he would do anything for him. Angel didn't love Nevada, he didn't love anyone.
Angel's complacency flickered when August watched him with that familiarly disarming smirk. He wrinkled his nose. He hated this, the way August acted like he knew something Angel didn't. The way August knew just how to get to him. He bristled, knocking back the rest of the drink and letting the alcohol burn in his bloodstream.
"Stupid?" He scoffed. Nevada was the best idea he'd ever had. "You're just jealous."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2014 7:20:08 GMT
Not that he could tell exactly how strange Angel's personal relations were, August did manage to get a strange vibe off of him. Possibly from the way Angel took hard alcohol quicker than most kids would down a Go-gurt. He'd probably never get the real story out of him. He didn't want it. August's apathy knew no bounds, and since the information wouldn't put the cards in his own hand, he didn't care. But he did care a little about making this night miserable for Angel. "I wouldn't call it jealousy," The jovial tone was back in his words, "More like pity. You're a good fuck, but..." He sighed and took a drink, swishing it between his teeth for a moment before letting it go down. A bad habit. It wasn't sexy, at least to August, and every time he caught himself doing it he mentally berated himself. Turning back to look Angel in the face, his posture relaxed into that of sympathy. "Listen, I'm sorry I have to be the one to break it to you, but no one's going to need you in the end with what you're offering." An annoyingly comforting smile and a nod towards Angel's ring. "You're setting yourself up for failure here."ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Feb 8, 2014 7:43:02 GMT
Angel had never kidded himself into thinking he was smart. He was pretty, he was charming, he was great in bed, but he knew he wasn't smart. That didn't mean he liked to be reminded of it.
August liked to do that, make him feel worthless and remind him he was stupid, and he was very good at it. His eyes had narrowed as soon as he caught the blithe edge to his tone, because he knew the only thing that would put August in a good mood now was seeing Angel upset and unsettled. But Angel gritted his teeth and resolved not to give him any satisfaction.
He had tensed visibly, because August's words were wounding, in the most invasive of ways. His casual tone, the make-believe that he cared - he had never cared - was salt in his wounds. Angel already worried that one day Nevada would get bored of him and toss him away, that it was bound to happen, but how easily August had picked it out and set it out struck Angel into a silence that lapsed a few seconds to long.
"I have lots to offer. You don't know shit." He said, his tone blaring to make up for the way his insides quaked. "Just cause you don't know a good thing when you see one..." The glass was empty but he went to drain the drops of what was left. The uneasy drum of his fingers called the bartender over to refill it.
"He fuckin' loves me, treats me really good." There was a small voice in the back of his head that piped up, that sided with August. Not that you deserve it.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 10, 2014 4:32:00 GMT
Eyebrows raised, August nodded along infuriatingly. Angel was just reassuring himself at this point, cause August was hardly internalizing what he even said. "Yeah, lots to offer," August took a drink between scoffs, "That's why my quality of life was very impacted by us parting way." His laugh was nothing short of gross. This was almost better than getting laid. His fascination with exploiting emotions was something deep seated and something he couldn't pinpoint even if he wanted to. To him, this was a rare bliss. This.... ring guy. August couldn't even recall if Angel said his name. But he must be some kind of delusional. Maybe more so than Angel. "So, he spoils you somehow more rotten in some attempt to... what? Keep the sex good for another few months?" A pause, then August pushed himself back so his chair tipped back a bit-- no, tipped back to far. August gasped and gripped at the bar, bringing his chair back on its legs with a slam. His breath hitched, but he still slammed a drink down, embarrassed-- err, angry. Both. "Give a year." He finally said, "Maybe five years, or eight. The gifts'll run out and so will your novelty."ANGEL ALESSI |
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Post by ANGEL ALESSI on Feb 14, 2014 5:16:02 GMT
Angel would never praised Nevada like this - only in defense of his own pride. Only against August, who knew him too well. His insults sounded petty, but Angel was that petty. He glowered at the fresh glass the bartender poured him, curling his fingers around it, feeling the ring pinching his skin.
August was just like the vocalization of the voice in his head that crawled out when he was a sad sort of drunk. Dating him - if you could even call it that - had been a mistake.
He rolled his eyes - the sex was always good with him, and August knew it, and when his chair tipped back Angel wanted more than anything for him to fall. Break his damn neck and leave him alone and never speak again.
He caught himself. Angel scowled. August had a way of speaking that made Angel feel like he was something less than a person, and his grip on the glass tightened. That wasn't how it was - he had Nevada wrapped around his finger, at his beck and call, enslaved. August just didn't get it.
Angel wasn't a toy - he wasn't August's toy. He couldn't slip the words together into a response. Instead, he glared at August in tense silence a second before he'd upturned his drink onto him. Actions were louder than words, and actions were always what Angel would resort to.
He pushed himself off the bar. His legs had been unsteady, his balance had been swaying, but now his anger made his strides straight and perfect, given them purpose - to get out of there.
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