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Post by brett on Nov 17, 2011 22:15:31 GMT -5
Brett was getting better and better at surviving on his own and staying in Canada over his breaks, but he was lucky this time. His parents had agreed to keep him holed up in a hotel for the time being, so he wouldn't have to live under a bridge in the cold for his winter vacation. Still, it wasn't like he was staying in his room much anyway. Brett was more or less always bouncing around from place to place. He was pretty sure that, like a shark, he would somehow die if he stopped moving, and that was the one deadly risk that he just wasn't willing to take. This all meant that he had to find things to keep him occupied, and the sad thing was that prom was in a few hours, and that meant he'd have nothing to do for a few hours at least. Sure, there would be after parties, but that meant that he'd be idle for the duration of a dance before he could find one to show up to, and he really didn't want that.
It wasn't like he couldn't just go to the dance, but showing up stag to a formal event wasn't really his taste. Showing up to a formal event wasn't really his taste. Brett was made for parties. He was made for drinking, and for taking unnecessary risks, and not for dressing up and dancing around with someone else. He was too good for that. Suits clashed with his personality too much, and while he actually did have one in his hotel room, it wasn't like it got much attention. Suits were really only useful for weddings and funerals, and Brett didn't know anyone in love nor dying.
What he decided he needed was a drink that wasn't in his mini-bar. Brett just needed to get away from the solitude of the hotel, and that meant he'd go clubbing. Not that anyone his own age would be around tonight. No, tonight would be all adults or hideous kids incapable of achieving dates. Either way, it wasn't like he was going to score, but social interaction would have been nice regardless. He drove out to Corrosion, and lit a cigarette before walking in. Brett wasn't sure if smoking was allowed in here, or if he just hadn't been caught in the past, but he was more or less convinced that he could get away with it at this point. He took a drag and held it for as long as his lungs could take, exhaling seconds before reaching the bar and ordering some vodka shots. Tonight would be an incredible waste of time, but nothing better would come along. He was sure of that much.
Tagged:: Altair
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 456
Notes:: This is far too short, but I'm gonna use the excuse that I haven't RPed in a little while. >.<
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Post by ALTAIR SABINA BENNETT on Nov 18, 2011 17:27:33 GMT -5
 Altair now knew the meaning of the old addage—all dresesd up, and nowhere to go. She looked in the mirror, applying her lipstick. Rowena had already left for prom, and the elder sister still needed to put her heels on. In their apartment, it didn’t look like the two girls belonged. They would always be models no matter what, they’d always be beautiful. And Ro certainly looked a sight when she left, and of course Altair made that known. The Thunder girl had found a date to take her, but Altair had not. She had a few nice dresses though, and one she wore now. Her plan was to catch someone befor they entered the dance and simply tell him to take her in. Her sister was going after all and she had nothing to do that night.
Of course, other than drink. After putting on her heels and earrings, she headed down to her car. Yes, car. She had since traded in her flashy Ducati because honestly, it had been an impulse by an the Impala she had now would better suit her needs. Not that she didn’t hate the ugly ass car, but she climbed into it all the same and headed to Corrosion nearby. She would have walked, but she wasn’t working and she could rely on people not to think she was. Her dress wasn’t too scandulous, but it was flashy and noticeable and hugged her body like a lover. She felt hot, and she knew she looked hot, as well. That was really all she needed in life, and she didn’t think it at all sad.
Before walking into the club, she had a smoke outside (of course she carried her Marlboros in her clutch), observing the bright lights of downtown around her. We need to pull a Jeffersons. She and her sister deserved better than what they’d gotten, but right now they were in dire straights. As much as Altair wanted to, she couldn’t make everything perfect with their life. But she knew that soon enough, she could make it a lot better than it was now. She’d find a way, and then everything would be all right. After all, she managed to pull out of an addiction with the help of therapy—she hated thinking of how she needed help—but the lifestyle she led encouraged it sometimes. I can just take for…recreational purposes. She really wished it wasn’t as hard as it was, but she would always be an addict.
Stubbing out the cigarette under her heels, she entered the seedy bar. Altair hadn’t expected to see anyone she recognized, but her eyes fell on a familiar head of hair. She smirked as she walked up, looking out of place in her flashy and expensive dress. ”Fancy meeting you here,” she drawled before flashing the bartender a fake ID—it was easy if you were led to the right people, and unfortunately, she knew the right people—and got a beer. ”Haven’t seen you in a while,” she commented idly before taking a swig. ”How’ve you been?” It was asked flatly, but that was to be expected. This was Altair, and she’d always be flat or wry or cynical.
tag: demi with brett <33 notes: you're too hard on yourself! Dx music: monster by kanye west outfit: click hurr.
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