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Post by victor jaden kingsley on Oct 17, 2011 21:33:01 GMT -5
sometimes the party lifestyle would get out of hand for victor. all he would do was sit at home, smoke some weed, and go out to a party or two. then, on his walk back home, he would puke in some nearby bushes and either crash out on someone's lawn or surprisingly make his way back to his apartment to fall asleep on the bathroom floor. this was just one of those typical days in the typical lifestyle of typical victor kingsley. oh well. that's just how he is. well, other than working a part time job to keep up with his rent.. but just barely. sometimes he wondered whether or not to ask for a roommate to occupy the spare bedroom, but victor was just lazy to remove the pile of crap just to make room for someone to live there. if he was desperate for more income in the household, he'll do it.. when he's sober.. which was rare.
staring at the room full of crap, victor sighed and decided that it just wasn't the night for him to tackle up the task of making the space for a roommate. instead, it was a typical weekend night and that called for partying. he didn't have to show up to work until noon the next day, so he had some time to get over a hangover in the morning. he rarely got hangovers, but victor wasn't sure when the next hangover would arrive. meeting new people at the club would call for new situations; victor planned ahead to make sure he wouldn't regret drinking the night before. placing his hands inside his pockets, he strolled down the street to the nearest club and made his way past the bouncer. once gaining access, his first stop was over to the bar. noticing the pretty bartender, he smiled. "one scotch on the rocks, babe."
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Post by indigo harley kessler on Oct 23, 2011 20:26:06 GMT -5
 indie would always spend most of her life, most of her time in bars. you see, most people would go drink their problems away in nightclubs and such. but it had become so regular for indie that it was only when she could not be found in any bar at all that there truly was a problem with her. in fact, since she had discovered the pleasure that alcohol and drugs procured her, she had never spent a night at home. she prefered hanging with people she knew and some that she didn’t, which did not matter to her, than staying home with her mother would most likely be drinking in the living room while throwing things at the walls while she screamed about how her father had one again abandonned the woman to go drink. indie had never blamed him. she understood why he did it which explained why she, herself, was always out at night. and tonight had been no exception at all. well, except from the fact that her mother had started drinking a little earlier than usual so indie had had to leave earlier than usual as well. it all explained why she was already in here at such a time. but it did not matter to her. between being here or waiting at home, she prefered being here. she made her way through the dense crowd that was here tonight, trying to not pass by the usual perverts who were there and randomly grab her ass, making her want to hit them in the crotch. some men really did not know how to handle themselves in public. she made her way through the bar, needing a drink after the really bad time she had spent with this one guy she had just met. she made sure to remember what his face looked like when, some other night, he asked her if she wanted to spend time with him again. she would then refuse or kick him in the crotch if he still insisted. she finally reached the bar and leaned against it, sighing deeply as she pushed her hair back away from her face. she then turned around, pushing herself up so she was able to see behind the bar if she could catch the bartender. once she found her, she motionned for her to come over. hey, girl, what’s up? get me whiskey, yeah? she said grinning and moving a little away from the bar as she looked around to look at the crowd which seemed to be getting more and more dense with every second that passed by. she was eventually pushed by some dude onto another one and rolled her eyes. people seriously had no manners. she turned to the guy she had just fallen on. sorry, dude. people have shit manners these days. she shrugged and offered him a small, typical-indie like smile as she turned back to the bar and waited for the bartender to bring her her whiskey. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - credit , to me  tagged , mister victor jaden kingsley, aka kailyn. music , girl like that, every avenue. outfit , clickers, bby.words , FOUR NINE NINE. notes , lolol shortest everrrrr. BE PROUD OF ME.
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Post by victor jaden kingsley on Nov 15, 2011 13:29:48 GMT -5
once he had been able to get his drink, victor took a sip before he found himself choking on it. someone had just impacted against his body, but not in the good way (unless he was totally into that rough kind of stuff stuff). checking out the scene before him, he saw some hot chick smiling at him and apologized for the abrupt push into him. he could have been a total asshole and bitched at her for his drink spilling onto his pants, leaving a mark that looked as if he pissed himself. "that's alcohol abuse. you're gonna have to drink that up," he said with a smile, but noticed that she was already working on getting her drink from the bartender. looking down at his glass that was nearly empty, he sighed. "hey, miss?" he called out for the bartender, who gave him a dirty look.
"you're gonna have to open up a tab for me. this could be a long night," he called out over the loudness of the club. "oh, and see that girl over there?" he motioned over to indie with a nod of his head, hoping that the bartender would lean in to listen without the girl overhearing. "add her drinks onto my tab. i have a feeling i'll be taking her home with me tonight," he added. ignoring the eye-roll that the bartender gave him, victor smirked and glanced back over to the girl. "so, instead of drinking up the alcohol you just made me spill... how about you tell me your name?" he played around with the ice in his empty glass, putting one into his mouth and chewing on it as it melted into water. "i'm kingsley, but call me victor."
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