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Post by Axel Hayden Evans on Mar 3, 2012 6:53:37 GMT -5
Taking a long swug, he finished his glass, and placed it on the bar mat, signalling for another wet pussy shot. He paid, downing the shot before asking this time for a strong malibu sunrise. Who cares if it was a fancy drink, he was thirsy, particularily enjoyed malibu and actually didn't give a crap about what others thought about what he drank. He took a sip, enjoying the tropical blend. Leaning back in the stool slightly, he looked around the bar with a slight smile. The lights were blarring wildly, the music at a great high. The live band was pretty good tonight, he hadn't really came here too often, which might actually change with his impression of the place.
He was here to get over things, in the easiest of terms. After being kidnapped, tortured, finding out he has two brothers and that things that go bump in the night really go bump in the night...Oh, and did he mention that he was apart of some age old prophecy which automatically made him a target for all things evil? Taking a big swug from his glass, he felt the alcohol surge down his throat. It probably wasn't the most productive way of dealing with the current problems he was facing, but it was how he felt like dealing with things. He just wanted to get wasted, and forget about all this nonsense, at least for the night anyway. He had too much on his plate right now, and the alcohol was helping him out in his own way. He didn't want to be about his brothers right now, he just wanted to be alone, and enjoy the night, or at least forget about it, whichever comes first.
He soon saw an attractive young girl dancing on the dancefloor. She smirked over at him, signalling him to come. Without much hesitation, he joined her on the dancefloor, his hands almost instinctively finding their place on her hips, moving in time to the beats. Her body was absolutely amazing, he could feel himself breaking a sweat from all the dancing. And before he knew it, the two of them were outside the back entrance, pushing her against the wall and kissing her neck, making his way down her beautiful body with his hands. Her skirt soon 'came down' and this led to many other enjoyable things. Next thing he new, the pleasure was all over, and the two had parted their seperate ways, with a phone number in his pocket, of course.
He made his way back inside, feeling energised to a certain extent, ordering another malibu sunrise at the bar. At least the night was going particularily good, it was a decent start at least. He hoped things would pick up even moreso, the night was indeed young after all.
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Post by ELI VINCENT DIASTONE on Mar 3, 2012 8:03:12 GMT -5
It was a hard rock tribute tonight. Not exactly in his ball park of favourite music but there facebook page had recieved complaints about not having varying genres. If these knobs knew anything about music they would have known what kind of music Broken-Hearted Bastards play but apparently not. So they had dedicated the night to the All American Rejects and Lee Harding for now, rocking out with some really fun stuff. He had just finished Dirty Little Secrets and was a bit pissed. It made this music so much funner, and lucky did not make his perception of tempo and other music crap less then perfect. So he walked off stage in a super positive mood. Vodka flowed through his blood as he stumbled out the back for - you didn't think it - a smoke. When he drank he smoked. When he was super stressed, he smoked. He had quite when he was eighteen but sadly he keeps a packet in his drawer as a security blanket and not to get hooked again. Hopefully that stuck.
Putting it between his lips, he lit it in the cool air out back. No one was really out there so taking a drag, he let it out smoothly. A wave of relaxation rushed over him. That's the stuff. He moved a hand through his ruffeled hair for a second before he spotted it. It was the most pathetic thing he had seen all night. It was Evans and some slut screwing out back. He saw it and then turned, looking away. Not only did he not really like Axel, but this had lost all respect he had for the dude. He didn't look away just because he was gay, but because it was shameful. He didn't want to see anything like that and continued smoking, wandering up the opposite side of the alley before putting the smoke out and wandering back towards the door. And who should be right in front of him.
Axel sat at the bar, acting all cool. Eli didn't expect that at all. He was pretty disgusted by it. So disgusted that he decided to be a jerk and walking past, barged Axel in the back as he moved. Loud enough for the guy to hear, he shouted back. "Sorry tool, probably had enough action for one night". Eli secretly hoped he would catch an STD and his balls would fall off, but sitting at the bar on the other side, he got a vodka tonic and took a long scull. It was now time to enjoy the night. To let loose and like always, scan the crowd. Why not try a dating website you may ask? Because this was effective. Looking for someone in Los Angeles was like looking for a needle in a haystack. Sometimes no matter how hard you look, you won't find it. But sometimes, you might find it. Eli had his fingers crossed. |
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Post by Axel Hayden Evans on Mar 3, 2012 8:13:41 GMT -5
He was enjoying his drink, before he felt a hard nudge in his back as someone walked past. He had come to expect it in places as heavily crowded as this, but based on what he had went through lately, it was kind of frustrating for it to happen. And to make matters worse, some of his drink had spilled over his pants. He chuckled softly, placing his now wert glass on the table, wiping his sticky hand on his already wet pants. Heck, he might as well, they were already wet enough. Luckily the place was loud and crowded enough for no one to notice, even the bartender. And even moreso, nobody was noticeably able to hear anything.
He got out of his seat, walking over to the rather cocky blonde who had sat down not far from him at the bar. He leant on the bar next to him. Was this guy serious? With all the crap he had dealt with recently, he thought he was going to be intimidating Axel with a nudge and some name calling? He had a slight smirk on his face as he looked at the other boy. He eyed off his drink, presuming it was vodka. "Enjoying the drink? Some random just knocked mine other rather rudely. I think he was a part of the band playing just before, I mean the shit band which killed the mood of the night." He skulled the remainder of his drink, before placing it on the bar mat not far from the other boy's glass. He once again looked at the man, with the smirk no longer on his face. "I think he had a problem with me, what do you reackon? Because if that is the case, I might just have a problem too. His probably right by the way, I don't think I have got enough action for the night."
This was probably one of his downfalls, getting into trouble too often. But he wasn't going to just sit back and let some guy bully him with the intention of being a smartass. He didn't really care about causing a scene, not like that was possible in this place anyway as everyone was too busy doing their own thing anyway.
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Post by ELI VINCENT DIASTONE on Mar 4, 2012 0:27:47 GMT -5
This pussy had claws. Sitting at the bar, chatting with a few of his class mates he didn't anticipate that Evans would have the balls to come over and start something. But hearing his voice as he leant on the bar, arms crossed over, his head turned to face him. If only a cute guy didn't have to be such a tool. He tried not to laugh. He wasn't a bully exactly, but if you are a douche then he won't give you the time of day. If you are decent then he will have your back. First impressions are everything and Eli got a very very bad impression from Axel out the back. Then when he attacked about how shit the band was, he looked to the people aroudn him. They weren't perfect but they were pretty good, and he had two people who loved the band sitting around Eli with a firm palm ready to bitch slap Axel's ego.
"Shit band? Right then bud, just go back to your seat". He smirked over to a chick next to him, taking another drink. He would leave, if he had a head on his shoulders not filled with booze and images of vaginas then he would walk away. But when he started up again, he knew that he couldn't be that fortunate just to have the man whore skip his shit away. "Not enough action? Oh, sorry. Maybe I can order a few shots of slut for you and you would be a happy champer. But for now -". Eli took a big swig of his drink and then put it down, standing up. The black leather jacket swayed as he turned and stepped right up to Axel's face. "Get the fuck back to your seat". He stared into the guys eyes, an angry and serious expression as he looked into the brown eyes of the assholic stud in front of him. Pity, he could be a nice guy if he wasn't so fucked up. |
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Post by Axel Hayden Evans on Mar 4, 2012 0:44:44 GMT -5
Maybe he shouldn't have been so attacking towards the guy, but he wasn't going to take anyone's crap, especially tonight. He wasn't the type to back down from a fight, and anyway, this guy did start it anyway. He told him to go back to his seat, which fuelled Axel even more. He didn't like being told what to do, by anyone, let alone someone his own age. He could see this guy had a few friends with him, but he really didn't care. He wasn't afraid of speaking his mind, regardless of who was around at the time. "I ain't going nowhere or even going to contemplate listening to you if you are going to try causing trouble with me. Maybe your used to the 'LA' crowd taking your shit, but I'm not one of them." He still didn't know why this guy had such problems with him. He had dealt with drunk people who decide to just start fights and cause trouble, but this guy didn't seem drunk, and he didn't know him from anyone, at least he thought. And he didn't seem to be one of those supernatural guys either, but he didn't really know much about that territory.
Then he subtly accused Axel of being a slut, and he laughed softly. Of all things, a guy was accusing him of being a slut, for lack of a more appropriate term? "No, but I'm happy for you to order me another shot of alcohol, seeing as half of my last ended up on the table." The man then got out of his seat, and came face to face with Axel. Really, was he trying to intimidate him or something? He grinned softly, not hesitating in the man's face. He then in a more demanding tone, ordered him to get back to his seat. "Dunno if you are aware of this or not, but I really don't have to do a thing you say and actually don't give a fuck about what you have to say either. It just seems to me like you are trying to make yourself look all big and tough in front of your friends, when really you just hate not having the attention on you. So what do you decide to do? Cause some kind of scene to get yourself noticed. I think that scores an all time low, don't you reckon?"
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Post by ELI VINCENT DIASTONE on Mar 5, 2012 18:32:20 GMT -5
The kid was not shy. He was accusing Eli for causing trouble. Though any sane person would have let it go. They would have taken it, dismissed the barger as a dickhead and went on with life. Unfortunately this guy didn't have a rational head planted on his shoulders. He was itching for a fight, it seemed like he had been waiting all night for this. But on a level, Eli could tell how messed up he was. Hooking up with strangers, instigating bar fights and getting blind drunk - alone. He kind of felt bad, but this guy was being a douche and Eli isn't about to stand down.
''Listen here. You are making yourself look like a fucking skitz right now so do yourself a favour. Sit down, get a drink on me and pretend like this never happened. It's for your own sake man''. Eli gave him a less then sincere smile, and just wanted to return to the night ahead drama free. A cool night was all that he wanted.
He went back to complaining about the drink again, which was really getting dire. This guy was something else if he was hunting for any petty fucking excuse to be able to throw a punch. Eli smirked at him, taking yet another swig of his drink before leaning over to put it on the bar. ''Dude, its a fucking drink. Its simple, get another one. Shit happens buddy''. But still, the kid went on. Was this seriously happening right now?
Eli wasn't happy now. How could he be? Some guy was claiming he was a showoff and trying to be all tough. Hello, gay now! It was toughness but it was between him and this nutcase. Not anyone else. He had fans, so what? He now had a balled up fist. ''I'm sick of this now''. Swinging a fist, it glided in a swing and towards Axel's jaw line. Once again, he is cute but crazy. |
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Post by Axel Hayden Evans on Mar 6, 2012 6:52:52 GMT -5
This guy continued to go on about how it was just a drink, how he was making this such a big deal, but in his mind, he wasn't. This guy was obviously used to throwing his weight around this scene and wasn't used to having someone throw his weight down a twenty-foot ditch. Come to think of it, he wouldn't mind throwing this guy down a twenty-foot ditch, but unfortunately he didn't think there was going to be any of them nearby. And anyway, that wasn't a very human thing to do. Then again, was he even human? After everything he had heard last night, and the whole 'wanting to kill the Trinity Brothers' saga, he actually questioned what he was, really. What was he? Could someone as supposedly powerful as he was be a human? And what were his powers, anyway? He couldn't be that powerful, otherwise he would know it, right?
This guy was almost identical to how he used to be in school, when he was popular. He would be an asshole to everyone and anyone, because he could. Who was going to stand up to him, especially when he had a group of friends right around the corner? Thats one of the reasons Axel wasn't afraid of standing up to this man, because he had been there, done that, and now he had grown up in many ways, as caused by the loss of his family. Although he would like to use the term "grown up," he probably hadn't grown up much, judging by how he was reacting to this boy's challenge of power. Axel just wasn't the type of person to take anyone's crap, maybe that was his power, or a result of being destined for some higher purpose he just didn't know right now. Maybe his brothers did, maybe the bitch that kidnapped him did, he really didn't know, and honestly, wasn't sure if he even wanted to.
It wasn't long before the man had thrown a hard punch at him. He had been punched in the face many times, and could have shown the terrible broises. But what made it different this time was that he actually felt, or knew that the punch was coming before it even surfaced towards his face in the air. He dodged the punch, feeling the force almost in the air. He then stood there startled, how the hell did he manage that? He had been hit in the face by less forceful and quick blows to know that they were extremely hard to dodge, even the shitty punches. Then it hit him, was this one of his powers? It made sense, he probably wouldn't have even noticed if he hadn't learned about what he was truly capable of. He gasped softly, about to walk away when there was silence, and the crowd nearby begun staring in confusion and shock at what had transpired. Soon a security guard noticed too...Great. Without hesitation, he found himself being guided out of the club, through the staring crowds alongside the other guy. Way to cause a scene.
Now outside, he sighed feeling the cool breeze, as he walked up to the nearby wall and leant against it. "Nice one, just as the club was starting to get enjoyable, we get kicked out. Was there really a need to throw a punch towards me?" He sighed again as he looked at the other man, before looking back towards the nearby scenary, not sure what he even wanted to do next. He didn't want to go back to the uni campus just yet in case people asked questions, or something. After all, he was supposed to be home hours from now. And he'd probably have his brothers watching over him to protect him since he seemed to always get kidnapped or attacked lately. |
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Post by ELI VINCENT DIASTONE on Mar 6, 2012 18:32:50 GMT -5
It was a perfect punch. In a non-cocky way, he knew it would hit. He wasn't the kind to get in fights. He was outgoing but spoke his mind, and if someone wants to return the favour then inevitably he will bite back. This punch went for the guy. It would be perfect, crisp. But for fuck's sake it missed. Axel dodged it like it was nothing. His fist swung through the air and as Eli adjusted, Axel looked freaked at what just happened. Exhilirated to the point that he didn't swing back.
The night was over in the next thirty seconds. Before he knew it, Axel and him were being aggressively escorted out of the building by the clubs bouncers. This was just great. The band was left in there without a singer, he didn't grab his drink and now his fun Friday had turned to shit. The bouncers shoved Eli out the door, and he turned to look at them. ''Thanks guys. By the by, I KNEW WHERE THE DOOR WAS ASSHOLES!''. Eli angrily adjusted his jacket and walked towards the street, letting out a sigh of stress. What a night?
From behind him he heard Axel. He was pissed at him, and to be honest Eli was embarrased. Axel leant against the wall, and Eli kind of felt bad. Sighing, Eli let out a breath and looked at the stars. ''I don't know why I - I kind of over reacted. I guess we both did''. He looked over at Axel and saw that he seemed pretty down. Being the sappy prick he walked up to him. ''You okay bud?''. He still had it in a little bit for the kid, but no matter what people thought he wasn't a jerkoff. ''Here, let me give you a lift''. See, he cared. |
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Post by Axel Hayden Evans on Mar 7, 2012 6:11:39 GMT -5
He looked over as the other man responded to his comment. He probably did overract a little, hence why they were out here and why other people were inside enjoying their night. But still, if he had a problem with someone, he'd take it outside, not make a scene inside the club, and an embarrassing scene at that. Then again, maybe he wouldn't have taken it outside if it went any further and just got angered enough to throw a punch like this guy did. "Yeah. I just don't like people starting anything with me...Kind of something which had stuck with me over the years." He had been through a lot, after all. He had lost family members, close family members, been in street fights over petty things just so that he fit in, so he was used to standing up and fighting when someone started something with him.
He glanced around, but looked back at the guy not long after the guy questioned whether he was okay. "Well I didn't get punched hard in the face, so I'd say I'm pretty good. Considering." He frowned softly, as he soon heard the man offering him a lift. Wow, now this was even more depressing. He was aiming for catching a taxi, just so he could have a mental fight with himself over how embarrassing and stupid tonight was, he should've just went for a run or something, like normal people do when they have a lot on their plate. But he wasn't really normal anymore, anyway was he? "I'd rather walk and get attacked by vam-...." He paused, realizing this slip of words in front of the boy. He glanced over at him concerned, deciding the best thing to do in this situation was just to brush it off. "Fine...I'm just at the university anyway, not like I'd rather be anywhere else." This was in response to the revelation that he now had brothers who resided alone, and also being sarchastic at his wonderful joy of university.
He walked past the boy, "You still owe me a drink," he commented as he slowly walked down the pavement, likely where the guy would've parked or something.
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Post by ELI VINCENT DIASTONE on Mar 8, 2012 0:01:10 GMT -5
His hands sunk in his pockets as he wandered over, looking at Axel. He himself leant against the wall. He had calmed down now, luckily and just had a mix of guilt, embarrasement and stupidity in his mind. All her knew was that Axel didn't have any family, or friends and he was alone. Being a jack off towards him probably wasn't something Eli had to do to boost the guys confidence. But he was sincere about it, and he wasn't at all proud about what went on in there. Getting drunks and have sex acts in the back alley; they were cries for help. Eli would have prefered a less douchey SOS but what can you do?
They had both cooled down, which was good though there is one thing that Eli could say; Axel was cute when he was angry. Even though that anger was fueled by frustration. ''It's all good. It's a good quality too, don't lose it''. To stand down and not stick up for yourself, Eli couldn't disrespect that. It was a lot like him actually. But he directs himself to stand up for others, not just himself. It's just all apart of the wacky package of Eli that we know and sometimes love. Not saying that he can't be annoying or oppinionated, take tonight as exhibit A.
He smirked slightly at Axel relieved he wasn't punched. It made Eli think that if he had more time to think it over and see what was really in front of him, if he would have pulled that punch back. In the back of his mind he felt he would, but he didn't really know why. ''Well fortunately for you, your superman. That was pretty fast moving you did there bro''. Eli hadn't seen anything like it. That was super fast shit that was going on there. And he did hear that LA, was chock full of surprises.
Dismissing whatever it was that Axel was on about, his bad karma was cleared up a bit when he accepted the ride. Axel started moving and with his hands in his pockets, Eli followed next to him. Down the road was his truck. A dark black Nissan Nivara station in a park. He loved it, it was brand new and he cherished every particle of it. It was his fucking soulmate. ''It's just there''. Then Axel reminded him about the drink. He laughed. ''Oh yeah. How about five and Evans, I'll still drink you under the table''. He smirked as he remotely unlocked the truck. |
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Post by Axel Hayden Evans on Mar 8, 2012 0:53:53 GMT -5
He wasn't going to lose the quality of standing up for himself, as it seemed that unfortunately it would be forced upon him sooner rather than later. He had already had his first few run-ins with the supernatural forces, what was next? He knew that at one point or another, he was going to have to fight and stand up for himself against the forces of supernatural. He just needed to learn how, if he even had to be involved in this. He was sure his brothers would be able to help him out as they were already prepared for this kind of thing; he wasn't. But at the same time, it was hard even thinking about confronting them again and becoming involved in this world. Maybe he had no choice, due to the power he had inside him, maybe he did. Only time would tell.
The boy then called him superman. Usually he would grin at something like that, but now wasn't one of those times. Being called superman meant more to him than just some casual joke, because he knew he had power now, just like superman did. He didn't think he was even on superman level, but he had a power, and this boy had obviously noticed that his ability to dodge the punch was a little out of the ordinary around here. He should've let the punch hit, a broise will heal over time. But he couldn't control it, somehow his reflexes just took over and he dodged the shot instinctively without even knowing it was heading towards his face until he had already moved. "Not superman, his too overated. No one has powers like that." He kind of wished that was true, but it wasn't unfortunately.
He looked at Eli's car. It was a nice car, he had to admit. He didn't think he could admit it to this man though. "Not bad," he commented softly. He halted as they reached the car, waiting for Eli to make the first move. He had a car, it was a nice one like this, but then it crashed. It was a depressing time for him, losing the car, and it took him a while to recover from the loss. He was sure he would get a new car soon, just as soon as he learned to dodge fire hydrants more productively. He raised his eyebrow at Eli's drinking comment. "Dunno about you, but it takes more than five drinks to get to me. Make it ten, and we have a deal. I'll even shout the other five, which I'll probably be drinking alone when your passed out or something." |
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Post by ELI VINCENT DIASTONE on Mar 8, 2012 8:06:38 GMT -5
Shaking off what Axel said with the superman comparison, Eli folded his arms and leant against the ute. Whatever that was, it was a joke in Eli's eyes. Maybe Axel didn't think of it that way for some reason. But maybe if he was mysterious, it was a better connection they were having now then wanting to beat the living shit out of each other. But right now, the adreneline and anger had drained from his system. Now he was content and chill. The usual Eli way. This usual side of him was the one that most people knew, and now Axel had already seen him at his worst. But he was kind of committed to showing him that he wasn't a dead set prick.
Eli couldn't force himself not to smile when Axel checked out his pride and joy. Eli was happy with the wheels that he had. He was driving a shitty old truck that his dad gave him when he was sixteen. But when he was able to save up enough, he bought a truck he would be proud of. I swear, one scratch on it and Eli is definitely not a happy boy. He will break shit. ''I know right. She's my baby''. Very Dean Winchester but anyway.
Just as he opened the door Axel put up the competition. He smiled at the guy, letting out a manly chuckle. This was a challenge, and the challenge was accepted. Some say that college years are when you find yourself, plan out your future and finding your maximum alcohol consumption level. Oh, it was on now. Eli rose an eyebrow as he looked to Axel. The last challenge he had involved twenty something shots, doing a piss on the taxi's dash board and screaming in pain in his sleep. It wasn't fun, but Eli Diastone does not step down from a challenge. Twenty three or not. ''Your on buddy''. With that, he hoped into his truck and closed the door, sliding the key into ignition and ready to take this newly found 'friend' home. |
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Post by Axel Hayden Evans on Mar 8, 2012 8:52:41 GMT -5
He smiled as Eli commented that the challenge was accepted. This guy was in over his head if he thought he would outdrink Axel. Who knows, maybe being all 'super powery' and stuff would make him this ultimate alcohol consuming man? He actually doubted that, but it was something which had crossed his mind tonight. After all, he really didn't know what he was capable of, apart from the whole spider-man reflexes cool thing he has going on. Didn't mean it made him feel like any less of a freak though.
He hopped in the passenger seat of the car after Eli got in and started the engine. He sat in the car, looking out the window due to a lack of not knowing what to say. He sighed softly as the car started, before turning to Eli. "I know you think I'm a jerk, and I probably am. But I didn't do anything with that girl in the alley...I know it looked that way, but. But then I walked away." He left it at that, he didn't want to begin complaining about any of his problems to this guy who he just met. He didn't really want to talk about any of his problems really, not just because they involved things this guy or many others couldn't understand, but also because he wasn't one to enjoy talking about his problems.
Why did he feel like telling this guy this little piece of information about his night? He really didn't know...He just didn't want the guy to get the wrong idea about him. Maybe at one point he would stoop to doing things in an alley, but not now, not after everything which happened. He thought maybe if he tried just 'loosening up' in Los Angeles like that, it would somehow help him out, and take his mind off of everything, but it didn't. When he loosened the girl's skirt, he got an image of Selena's words, and the danger he was in, and he couldn't handle it.
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Post by ELI VINCENT DIASTONE on Mar 11, 2012 23:53:26 GMT -5
The car swung forward. Bitch you know that this car rides like a stable dream as healthy humming came from the engine. He pulled out with two vodka tonics flooding through his system and full concentration on driving. Well, kind of concentrating. He is part perve when the situation demands it, and in peripheral vision he slyly checked out Axel. The guy was cute, granted. It was funny to think that he had swung a a punch at the guy not ten minutes ago, but things were very chill now. The college wasn't far away, maybe four blocks if not less. Turning on some LMFAO on the speakers the car doofed with the pounding of base. They went through the dark streets and Eli grinned. Any excuse to drive, and without hesitation he would take it.
He turned down the volume quickly when Axel spoke. It was sincere, and he meant it and it did clear the air between them. Now turning the music off, he gave Axel a cute smile. ''No problem''. Turning a corner, he gracefully went around the curb and had only a minute until the dorms. ''I can be a prick. First impressions are everything for me and - I thought you were a bad guy from that. Now though - not so much''. A smile turned back to the windscreen as he turned into the car park, close enough to the dorm buildings. Braking and turning off the ignition, he looked back to Axel.
''How about tomorrow night. We can go out for a night and I'll get you those drinks. It will be fun''. It would, he could see it. But one thing he wasn't good at was one -on-onw heterosexual acts. He can give oppinions on girls and persay but when it gets to the 'lockerroom-talk', he tries to diverge away from all of it. But to every party there is a pooper, and tomorrow night that pooper would not be him. Besides, being a freshmen and new to college he probably wouldn't have the biggest social circle - yet. Eli was happy to help with that. |
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Post by Axel Hayden Evans on Mar 13, 2012 9:33:56 GMT -5
He smiled unnoticeably as the man explained it was no problem, still feeling like an asshole not only for the way he overreacted, but for his behaviour outside. Why did he always make a fool of himself to the people who seem to have the most potential at being his friends? It really was a question he just couldn't answer- he seemed to be aggressive to the one's who could be good friends with him, and passive to the people who betray him. He really needed to get his priorities in check, or find a way to learn how to judge a good person from a bad one. He was relieved at least, that he was able to realize that this man seemed genuine, and someone who he could see himself hanging out with. After all, he didn't really have a large friend circle within Los Angeles, well he didn't have one at all, so he couldn't be too picky on who he hung out with anyway.
"Well I wouldn't withdraw the 'bad guy' comment, thats probably a part of me. Thanks though. Guess I'm not good with interacting with people anymore; unless I get drunk or are making out with them in alleys or something. Haven't really had any genuine friends in my life in a long time, so being aggressive just happens." Why did he feel the need to be so open to this guy? He really wasn't sure, it was just something about this guy that made him feel like he could be honest, because he felt like the guy was someone he could talk to and open up to; despite the fact that they were quarrelling only a few minutes ago, requiring security intervention. He supposed it was those moments in life which really make you realize what an asshole you were. He really didn't expect to be getting a lift home from that guy, either. It was funny how things played out.
The car soon came to a halt, which meant those awkward departure lines which weren't actually that awkward. Cool car, so I'll be seeing you around sometime? And I'll promise not to drink too much and start a brawl with you again? Nah, that was pretty lame if he said so himself. The other man presented an invitation to go out for drinks tomorrow night. Sounded cool, he hadn't really done anything with other people for some time now, so he was sure the change could be good for him. He smiled softly. "Sure, sounds good. Here's my number, just give me a buzz about the details." He handed over his number on a piece of paper, before opening the door of the car, looking back at the other man. "Thanks for the ride." He then stepped out of the car, and begun walking back towards his dorm. Interesting night, indeed. |
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