Merp. I'd like to soap.
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Thread Topic: Merp. I'd like to soap.
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I feel like I could be a party animal and so could Harry. So I'll be B1 and Harry if that's fine by you?
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Alrighty. I shall be Louis and B2.
But I shall not be it.
And I may only get a few responses in tonight because I've got to try and slip for a family trip tomorrow. -
sleep
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eek wait oh jeez are they their current age
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(oh no why me
okie
sleep?)
For someone of his sort, Harry knew he shouldn't be out so much. He shouldn't be out at parties every week, especially human ones with people he didn't know. Especially not ones in public places, like bars and clubs. Yet, almost every Friday night, Harry found himself in a thick-aired building filled with sweaty people jumping up and down off beat to music from too-loud speakers. He found himself entranced by this. The socialness of it, and the fact that most of these people didn't know each other yet they mashed and grinded together so comfortably.
Harry, the sort-of-not-human that he was, was utterly obsessed with going to these clubs. He knew no one of his kind that would ever be so comfortable with this close contact, so Harry got it at the clubs that he knew were oh so dangerous. He was, after all, a human that had rather little self control. Being around people like this- with their cheeks flushed and hot, skin sweating with heat- made him utterly nervous. He knew that if he laid a finger on one of them, tried to feed off of their precious energy, he'd be found out. Even drunk, people were so observant these days. There was no way for a vampire to feed without being found out anymore.
Despite the temptations, just like any other Friday, Harry was at a club once again. He hadn't had any drinks, but he was still mixing himself into the dancing of the drunken ones, that wrapped around him like a warm tempting blanket. The girls would give five-second lip bites and seductive eyes, hip swaying dances and a tilt back of their heads. Then, before he knew it, the girl would be gone into a mass of people, and he never searched for her. -
(Oh yeah xD I wrote it like they are.
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(i can't ever start
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because i accidentally said slip instead of sleep
thank you :D)
"Don't you think you've had one too many?" Patrick questioned, examining his friend's actions. The male in front of him was performing some kind of peculiar dance that involved moving just his arms and legs from side to side. His gel-styled hair was falling down, a clump of the brown locks hitting Louis right in the middle of his forehead. Small drops of sweat were noticeable along his hairline.
"I don't think so," the twenty-two year old answered with a laugh. He felt perfectly fine. In fact, he felt airy, light, and brilliant, like he could do whatever his heart desired and go anywhere his mind could dream up. The bright lights and music didn't seem to bother him too much, as he just remained doing that silly dance of his. Patrick decided that there would be no more alcoholic drinks for him, so when he had the chance, he told the bartender to only pretend he was bringing the good stuff.
Louis was sat down by his mate, which irritated him slightly. He expressed this emotion by kicking his feet out in a taunting fashion, just to frighten the other male. When he was finished with that task, he stared out and onto the dance floor, attempting to pick out anybody that seemed even somewhat decent. When he realized that he couldn't see anybody very well, he shrugged. He pulled in a sigh, asking the bartender for a Lime-Lemon Buster, something he had never tried before. With a snicker, the man behind the counter poured Seven-Up mixed with a few drops of lime juice, sliding the glass over with a sly grin. -
I've got to go.
BUT I promise I will talk during the day until I leave and tomorrow night. -
(oh
Alrighty, talk to you tomorrow then~)
Harry would, out of somewhat sincere enjoyment and simultaneously only trying to hide an expression of self control, grin or at least smile at each girl that passed him. They'd smile back, sometimes even staying for more than only a moment. Nonetheless, he lost his interest. It wasn't that they were ugly, or too human. They were just too girly. Always, at the end of the night, they'd be dragged off by their other four giggling friends, all holding their heels high in the air like proud trophies as they stumbled down the road. Or, worse yet, after a night of rubbing their bums on other men they'd go home with the only one in the club that they'd really liked. Whether it was a boyfriend, stranger, or a group of friends, they always went off tromping with some sort of companion.
On the other hand, he saw the men. The ones who'd be hauled off to a car by a sober friend, or those who would have to find someone to call a cab for them because they'd come by themselves. Harry definitely preferred them, because they seemed solidly capable of finding some sort of way back to a bed, wherever it may be. It was more interesting.
The nineteen year old pushed his way out of the dancing, and was able to walk to the bar easily enough once he'd passed through the mosh pit. He sat down on a stool, picking a safe two seat distance away from a pair of men. One of them was clearly drunk as he was jittering around, and the other seemed a little fed up by it. Harry ordered for himself a simple glass of beer, and upon receiving it he slipped the bar tender a five pound tip. -
*twenty
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(Yes, hello. I've got about an hour until I've got to get ready. :s)
"Hey..." Louis suddenly turned towards Patrick with furrowed eyebrows and a befuddled look plastered upon his face. Something about the Lime-Lemon Buster wasn't right, and Louis was made aware of that fact each and every time he took a sip from the glass. Patrick spared him a glance, one tainted with exasperation.
"What, Louis?" That was when theswag master from Doncastermale rose from his seat, pointing at his drink. He had discovered exactly what was bothering him. Pinching his nose tight between two fingers, he stared down at Patrick, who was only slightly worried about Louis' actions. He had always known the other boy to be a silly drunk, never actually doing harm, or a sad drunk, spilling out his life story to whoever would listen. And the story wasn't always accurate, either.
Today, Louis as the previously mentioned silly drunk. He wavered on his feet for a moment before making his accusation, "Alcohol does not fizzy bubble!" Patrick nearly spat his own drink from his lips when the ridiculous statement registered in his brain. Fizzy bubble!? What a riot! When Louis noticed that his friend had begun to laugh, he pouted, taking his seat back.
"Oooh, Louis. That's what makes that drink special. They add a little kick to make it 'fizzy bubble'." This seemed to calm down the brunette, and he happily sipped at his Buster, once again searching around the room. -
The drink on the counter in front of Harry was disappearing rather slowly. He took a sip then set it back down each time, looking around the bar for something better to do. One of the pair of men, the previously dancing one, piped up about his drink. What got Harry's attention was that he stood up and stated that alcohol was not supposed to 'fizzy bubble'.
Smiling, he picked up his own drink again, to take a longer sip. Never one to get very drunk, he was hesitant to do it that night, but this guy seemed to be having so much fun under the influence. Since he hadn't yet really spoken to anyone here, he decided this may be a good time for conversation. He slid over one seat closer to the pair, so there was only one space left, and reached out to tap the calmer one's shoulder. -
I'm assuming it was Louis' shoulder? IF NOT, I WILL WRITE SOMETHING FOR PATRICK
If Louis: Louis would have usually turned automatically, but at that moment in time, he was so focused on his bubbling drink. He almost felt good that he had ordered a special drink, but he felt himself becoming skeptical. He had never heard of that type of drink, and so now that it had come up at such a convenient time, he was unsure.
When he finally swiveled in the seat to greet whoever had tapped him, he smiled. It was a male, sitting in a seat one space away. He waved politely, and felt a burp rising in his throat. "Yeah, hi, what do you want?" Patrick shook his head at the statement, not feeling it was very proper.
If Patrick: Patrick, being mostly sober, flipped his head in the direction of the tapper. Once his eyes managed to locate the person, he pushed his drink aside and gave a very thought out greeting. "Hello, mate. Is there anythinhg I could help you wih?" He gave a slight tilt of his head, wondering what th younger-looking male would want to do with his friend and and himself.
dunno patrick so that part was short. -
(Louis cx
Harry held down a laugh, his lips smiling. A funny sort of drunk this guy was, definitely, and those were the ones who were the most fun to talk to. The only thing that Harry found even better than the dance mosh was talking to funny drunk people. He reached over, sliding his beer so that it was on the bar in front of him. "Hi, sorry. So what kind of drink did you get? It looks pretty good." He'd decided to play along with the fizzy drink, probably soda, being any sort of alcoholic. -
Fantastic. :3
Louis eyes went unblinking for a moment, his mind fishing for the name of what he had ordered. He turned his head away so that he could finally burp. Once he did, he sighed in relief and fially gave his answer, "I've got a Lime-Lemon Buster, complete with the fizzy bubbles." He leaned in, looking to make sure that Patrick couldn't see his mouth, which he had now hidden with his hand. Whispering a bit too loudly, he stated, "But between you and me, I think my mate is playing a game with me because what drinks do you know that have fizzy bubbles?"
Patrick turned his head with a disapproving shake of the head. "Louis, I can hear you, ya know?" Louis put a finger to his lip, replying with a, "I suppose I've said too much..." That was when he offered a smile.
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