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Post by brett on Aug 22, 2011 20:16:22 GMT -5
Brett was certainly able to decide what he wanted to do and when he wanted to do it. But he didn't want to get laid here, or with pretty much any of these people. Part of it was because they were ugly, part of it was that he didn't want it to burn when he pissed from then on, and there was also the factor that he liked a little bit of a challenge. When it came to girls at the school, he always had to impress them, or attract them. Even girls who were wasted at bars presented a bit of a challenge in seduction. But these were professional whores, that meant that there was no way they'd ever turn him down. They'd pretend to be impressed by anything. They'd do anything he wanted for money. He didn't play that way. Even if he had the bankroll, even if he didn't think he was just too good for these people, it was all just kind of boring to him.
Up until this point Brett had done a pretty good job of not being surprised by Altair. Her whole personality screamed 'you don't know me and you never will.' Still, laughter was the last thing that he'd expected to hear from this girl. She also seemed to share his sense of humor - insulting others. Not that it was really hard to insult this ugly prostitute trying to get his money. Still, he couldn't help but send a curious glance Altair's way when the waitress was delivering her final remark and leaving. She was always so cold and angry, was there more there? Something human perhaps? God knows, he didn't want to try and pry to find out.
Brett showed a small grin when Altair complimented him. "Hey thanks," he said, leaning back in his seat a little. It was kind of surreal receiving praise from her. Any kind of compliment from Altair was pretty much worth a hundred from anyone else, just because of their rarity. As she explained why Brett had made the right decision, he nodded. "How can someone who looks like that think that they're anywhere near incredible?" He asked with a sneer. Then came something that was even more out of character for this icy girl. She was asking a somewhat personal question. This was bizarre. Really, three whole abnormal traits shown minutes apart. Maybe there were such things as miracles after all? "Like black out, shit faced, totally wasted," Brett explained smiling and shaking his head. It was true, he'd slept with some dogs in the past when he wasn't entirely wasted, but there was always something in it for him in return, like a meal or a place to stay. He wasn't a prostitute by any means, but when he needed to use his body to get what he wanted, he definitely knew how to.
Tagged:: Altair
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 483
Notes:: It must be because she's a rebel. xD Brett's the same way.
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Aug 23, 2011 0:14:06 GMT -5
 Mind-altering medications helped with Altair and how she got along with people. She didn’t see everyone as an enemy or a threat when under the influence of perscriptions, so she was easier to get along with. Rough around the edges, of course, and still willing to fight, but more able to joke around. And she was definitely more willing to be in Brett’s company now that her dealer had finally come by. She didn’t know how she lasted when she finished every perscription. During times like these, she could play nice. She could be somewhat decent. When will it happen without the drugs? She couldn’t think into the future, or imagine a life different than the one she was leaing. She didn’t think she’d ever stop with the perscriptions, which would only lead one way for her. One day, she wouldn’t be able to purge in time. One day, it would be death before the ambulence arrived. And she was scared of death. She would never admit it, but she was terrified to dissapear and leave her sisters to fend for themselves.
So she determined that now she was in a pretty damn good mood. Altair snorted at his question. ”Because god knows there’s a lot of bastards that’ll sleep with her,” she said. There was a reason she chose it as her profession. A lot of men out there weren’t looking for a bombshell on the streets—they were looking for a hole to fuck. Didn’t matter if it was pretty or not. She liked to think she was more attractive than the other girls she shared the streets with. ”Doesn’t matter if she actually is hot.” Altair smirked. ”Everyone looks the same in the dark.” She shook her head at this, turning her blue gaze toward the stage. This is what people resorted to, not what they wanted to do. And so attractiveness hardly mattered when you were hammered or horrible or any of the scum around here. Smirk still on her face, Altair said, ”Good to know.” In her happy little mind, at least she could think that he wasn’t a total scumbag, which usually wouldn’t have mattered much to her. But she was nice now, she was relaxing and mellow. ”Unfortunately downtown is not where you go to find a good fuck,” she said, even though she was one of the people working the streets. But she was an ex-model, and at least she wasn’t completely devastated by drugs and STDs. She made sure to stay healthy and clean, so she could remain powerful. She couldn’t say the same for Rowena and the addiction Altair knew she had, but wouldn’t acknowledge. The sisters were pro at ignoring each other’s problems.
[*fistpawmps* REBELS!]
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Post by brett on Aug 23, 2011 12:40:19 GMT -5
Brett hadn't really gotten a chance to experience mood altering pills yet. He'd also never tried any of the harder stuff either. He wanted to. It'd make his life more interesting. But he didn't know the right people, or have the right income to support a drug addiction at this point in time. Maybe some other time though. He heard about people who would go into open houses for sale and steal pills from medicine cabinets when they were there to sell or use later. That was something Brett could surely do, but that required decoys, and planning, and it really seemed that the trouble behind drugs wasn't what they did to people, but what people had to go through to obtain them. It was a herculean task, it seemed, to get high in this day and age.
In a room full of John's, Brett felt like he was the greatest person alive. It was funny, but he was actually superior as far as pride - maybe even morality - went. He needed to come here more often, and just watch people. He'd never felt this good about himself before, but this whole idea that these guys would just fuck for the sake of fucking was a new concept to him. He was definitely in it for the same satisfaction, but he had limits. He had standards. He didn't think he'd had standards before. It was bizarre. Did he have redeemable qualities? He'd have to try and fix that somehow.
Altair was right when she said that everyone looked the same in the dark. "You have a point, I guess," he said, thinking it all over. It still didn't seem right that people could be so indifferent about who they were fucking and how they did it as long as they could. Brett was in an almost constant state of apathy, and even he wouldn't be able to do that. Then again, maybe it had something to do with bragging rights. Brett liked to be able to brag, at least to himself, that he got with such attractive people. It was always a great confidence booster. No one bragged about banging a prostitute. There was no way someone could, unless they said that the client could keep their money or something. Otherwise, it was just about satisfaction, and at least he could understand where those guys were coming from, even if he was utterly disgusted at the same time. When Altair told him that downtown wasn't the best place to come looking for good sex, something he'd already figured out, he rolled his eyes with a grin. "Noted," he said in a somewhat playful tone. Altair was a lot nicer when she was high. He'd have to keep that in mind if he ever wanted to hang out with her again. It was actually kind of fun, even just sitting here in a strip club with her.
Tagged:: Altair
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 487
Notes:: I think Brett's just gonna like haunt strip clubs from now on to boost his confidence xD
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