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Post by christian on Jul 17, 2012 13:46:12 GMT -8
 it had already been dark outside by the time christian's new friends barged into his room, nearly knocking down the door, and convinced him to go out with them. with a sigh, christian had agreed. had had been planning to pick up all the pieces of random lyrics he had left lying around and try to put them together in a song, but obviously they had thought that was boring. so he let his friends pull him down the wet, barely-lit streets. as he listened to their boisterous laughing, chris couldn't help but wonder how they would act completely drunk. after all, that was what they had been talking about since getting christian out of his room. christian himself was unsure of it all; he wasn't at the legal drinking age for his home country. but here...apparently it was sixteen, or maybe eighteen. either way, he still felt uncomfortable about it, as though he would get in trouble way out here.
christian looked up as his friends began to point out their location. he was surprised to find it was a modern-looking club, instead of the stuffy bar he had been expecting. he could hear the booming music from outside, and of course it only got louder once inside. it was loud enough that christian couldn't even tell what they singer was saying. or maybe that was because it was in italian. beside bright, flashing spotlights, the club was dark; he couldn't quite make out every feature of his friends' faces. he'd have to stay close, but--oh, shit, where were they going? christian scrambled after them, desperate not to get lost in the almost claustrophobic club. he followed them through the hot, sweating dancing bodies with a frown. this wasn't normally the sort of place christian went to. the last time he'd gone to an actual club was on his friend's twentieth birthday.
he looked away from only a couple seconds, but when christian looked back, he'd already lost sight of his friends. biting his lip nervously, he pushed out of the large mass of people and headed towards a table he saw pushed against a wall. after plopping down into one of the chairs, he leaned back and looked around the dark club. he saw one of his friends, well actually they'd spotted him; they waved enthusiastically and probably called his name. christian just grinned and waved back, but made no move to get up. he was perfectly fine here, and if anything, he could just be the responsible friend that got everyone home at the end of the night. after all, he was sure most, if not all, would be drunk when christian finally had to drag them all out.
chris ended up at the bar, nervously asking for a water. he probably looked like an idiot, ordering a water in a club. the bartender gave it to him without so much as a glance, and even then it was probably to make sure he was paying for the measly drink. he tried to keep an eye on his friends as he headed back to the table. placing the glass on the table, chris wrinkled his nose. he seemed a bit like a mother looking after her children, by how much he glanced out at the dance floor to keep an eye on his friends. well, at least he was being a good friend, right? the only thing he could be doing better would probably be him out there, dancing with them and actually having fun. instead, christian decided to be the boring twenty-year-old sitting at a table drinking water. wow.
tagged . adam gontier
outfit . here
listening to . let's cheers to this [album] - sleeping with sirens
ooc . hope this is okay! |
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Post by carysrohananor on Jul 17, 2012 20:12:23 GMT -8
The night was still young, but Adam was already buzzed. Surprising, considering how much of a lightweight drinker he wasn't. He'd had enough years of getting used to alcohol to make his body used to it; but still, he tried to be responsible. He knew that getting himself killed, or abusing the stuff by becoming addicted would not be a good idea. But after a few days of keeping himself steady with his bandmates, making sure they were on schedule for the concert they'd eventually play in, they all felt the need to let loose. What better way to ease their stressed shoulders but by getting lost in the deafening music and horde of bodies found at a Venetian club? Adam couldn't think of any alternative.
Then again, at this point, he wasn't thinking too deeply about much anyway. His head was still set firmly on his shoulders; it was apparent in the way he slithered easily through the crowd, managing to keep on his toes between the adrenaline-packed dancers as they added their own rhythms to the music. But the cocky, haphazard grin that perked up only half of his lips told a different story altogether, as did his words, if and when he chose to speak. But right now, he wasn't with the company of his buddies; they'd found themselves what they called 'hot dates,' and were busy getting to know them on the dance floor - as much as you could, with the blasting volume of the speakers. Hell, who were they kidding? The only way they were probably familiarizing themselves with the girls was in a more physical sense. They were too young to concern themselves with anything much more than that. And Adam, trying to shield his jealousy, figured that he might as well give them some time to themselves. No one liked a third...or a seventh...wheel.
He stepped up to the bar, narrowly missing the short step but taking no heed to the fact, and slumped his arms on the counter. A lazy grin accompanied his words as he imparted his request for a Jager bomb. He'd already tested a myriad of local favorites, including some very robust-flavored wines the Venetians prided themselves for; but as his sober exterior dwindled, so did his attention to detail, and he could not longer bring himself to analyze the liquor's taste. Now, it was all just what he already knew he enjoyed. The bartender, knowing he was more than a bit tipsy, but not minding it since he was always ready with the money, slid the glass gently into Adam's hands while taking the paper currency in a warm hand. The young guitarist donned a look of feverish excitement as he held the glass. In fact, he spent a few moments staring at it before he bothered to pick himself up and move away from the bar. And though he wasn't entirely sure where he was going, he figured he'd find out eventually. He was just enjoying himself too much; nevermind the fact that he, out of all four of his band's members, could not seem to hold a girl long enough to reel her in.
Easy strides that were almost too well thought-out brought him towards some tables, nestled at the brink of the dance floor. Most of them were occupied; if not by dancers suffering momentary fatigue, then by the plethora of empty liquor glasses that littered every surface. Only one of the tables seemed available. In the darkened club, pierced only by an occasional streak of color from the lights situated at the DJ's roost, it was hard to really tell; but as much as he wanted to sit down, he didn't really mind. Not until after he had dropped his weight into a chair had he looked over and realized he had company.
Oh, damn! Sorry dude, didn't realize you were here. The sudden realization of his error brought a momentary lapse of his drunken behavior to surface. If he hadn't have known better, he might have said he wasn't actually that affected by the drinks he'd had. But since he couldn't remember just how many it actually had been...he was not yet ready to admit his complete sobriety. You, you expecting someone? I can move. But if you're not, I'd be happy to keep you company. I could use some right now, anyway. He accompanied his words with a knowing smirk as he risked a glance at the other guy. He seemed friendly enough; but just a little timid. As if this wasn't his choice of a place to chill out at. His hand brought the Jager close to his lips, with as smooth and controlled an effort as he could muster. It was all he could do while he waited for the guy's response besides tossing his head to swing his bangs out of the way. All the alcohol made the wait seem like only seconds; as if everything he did was in a trance. He tried to keep his eyes focused gently on him, out of courtesy, instead of succumbing to the will of the alcohol.
tagged | christian james
outfit | click here
muse | doing awesome now
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ooc | this will be fun! :D
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Post by christian on Jul 18, 2012 12:34:44 GMT -8
while gazing out at the dark figures dancing around, christian found himself in his own little world. he watched them with little emotion, yet a part of him still wished he had the nerve to get out there as well. to live for once, instead of being the nervous wreck he often felt like. it was crazy how he had made it this far through life, given the way that he was.
he didn't even notice the man until he spoke. christian felt the table shake slightly as he sat in the chair, but he thought nothing about it. so when the newcomer did speak, christian was rather surprised. "oh, damn! sorry dude, didn't realize you were here." christian only opened his mouth slightly and blinked in response, surprised someone had even sat down beside him. sure, they hadn't realized christian was sitting there as well, but then again they hadn't bolted as soon as they saw him. it had happened before.
just when christian felt as though his silence was growing awkward, the man spoke again. chris looked over at him, his eyes basically asking the question--why was he sitting there? but in the dark of the club, christian doubted anyone could really even see his eyes clearly. he settled for shaking his head in response; no, christian wasn't expecting anyone. he may have been here with some friends, but they sure as well weren't going to stop their fun anytime soon. christian would probably be here all night, actually. he supposed he could use some company as well, if he wasn't going to let himself have any fun.
"well--no." christian finally began to answer the question, verbally at least. he felt his cheeks burning as he struggled over what to say next. talking to strangers had always been difficult for him, since he'd been a kid. christian supposed he never really grew out of his childhood shyness, though he certainly tried to branch out every so often. "um, i don't think anyone's going to get tired anytime soon. you're, ah, welcome to stay if you really want to." he continued, glancing around the dancing crowd for his friends, with no luck. he found himself looking at the man again, feeling a sense of familiarity. christian knew him from somewhere. maybe he'd seen him earlier on the street? perhaps christian had seen him working backstage a couple days ago. of course, christian seemed to skip over the most obvious answer.
"so, what's your name?" christian asked, figuring it'd be the easiest way to figure out where chris had seen him. "i'm christian james." he added with a small smile. it was only polite to provide your name after asking, right? chris reached out for his glass of water and took a large sip before putting it back down, politely staring at the man while he waited for a reply.
tagged . adam gontier
outfit . here
listening to . let's cheers to this [album] - sleeping with sirens
ooc . i think chris is a little awkward :P |
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Post by carysrohananor on Jul 19, 2012 5:05:29 GMT -8
Even with how tipsy he found himself, Adam was still able to comprehend things well. The fact that he was sitting down helped. He'd been up and around for hours; before coming to the club, he and the mates had took to the streets, exploring the alleyways and vibrant lights of Venice at night. It was great, really, but still couldn't compare to what everyone knew was the primary reason for their excursion - the nightlife. As it was their first time out past dark, it had been a long awaited moment. Now that it was here, Adam realized just how tired he was.
The speech of the guy who had already claimed the table prompted him out of his thoughts. His eyelids lifted heavily, and he peered with difficult across the table. The alcohol wasn't helping his vision at all. Even without the crazed lights, everything in his gaze moved, as if the room was spinning on an axis beneath him. He struggled to focus, but managed to keep a gentle grin on his cheeks while he fought for visual dominance. Ah--okay. I'm just no good at...hah, hell, who am I kidding? I suck at dancing. He chuckled then, his leering mind assuming the other dude was listening. That's why my mates are out there, and I'm...well, here. The deep, surly eyebrows that were so characteristically his lifted in a hint of humor at that, and he leaned back to take a swig from his drink.
His audience was apparently interested enough to give him his name, and it tapped into a circuit of his brain that was poised and ready for such a request for his own. He'd done it enough that it was a habit now; an impulse, offered easily to whoever might trigger the right stimulus. Adam. It's nice to meet you, Christian, though I'll ask forgiveness for the bit of a buzz I'm feeling. Even with the slight loss of his sober mind, he was authentic in his words, and it showed in the unwavering light of his curious grey-blue eyes. He continued to speak in a cheery tone of only the most innocent curiosity. You don't seem like you're one for dancing, or drinking, for that matter. What brought you here then?
tagged | christian james
outfit | click here
muse | doing awesome now
soundtrack | ---
ooc | yeahyeah, so's Adam! sometimes >.> ahaha
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Post by christian on Jul 20, 2012 8:04:22 GMT -8
christian found himself searching for his friends again. it made him feel better to know where they are; sort of like a reassurance they hadn't left him here alone. in this state, chris wouldn't put that past them. he doubted they were thinking about him, especially when they were having loads of fun without him. after a moment, he found them "dancing" with girls. christian frowned in distaste and looked away. that was why he didn't dance. he didn't like...whatever that was. of course, it wasn't like he'd ever been good at it either. how could someone be, when they'd rarely tried?
"i suck at dancing," the other one said, causing christian to smirk. "yeah, well you should see me try." chris told him, chuckling quietly. watching christian dance, according to one of his old friends, was like watching a kitten try. it was awkward and clumsy, yet somehow adorable, she had said. of course she would chose something random to compare him to; chris never saw or understood the comparison. he hadn't tried dancing since then, not even in the comfort of his own home. it wasn't like he would ever need to learn how, anyways; no one was going to make him do it. well, if they did, they would probably regret it once he started.
once the other spoke their name, chris smiled. adam. it was good to finally put a name to a face, instead of referring to him as he or that person, or whatever came to mind. when adam apologized, christian narrowed his eyes. "um, it's...okay?" chris said awkwardly, ending with his voice raised oddly, making it a question. he didn't really see why he felt the need to apologize for that; it was a club--the only people who weren't drinking were the socially awkward kids like himself. it wasn't odd to have a slight buzz in a club.
chris shook his head; no he was definitely not one for dancing--or drinking. he'd been thinking about how terrible he was at it since adam had mentioned himself, after all. "well, my friends decided i needed to leave my room for once and dragged me out here. nothing else to it, really." christian told him, shrugging. "i don't see why, since they know i don't do any of this." he continued with a small grin, motioning to the scene around him. the people, the lights, the drinks--nothing here was for him. he could do parties at a friend's house, but never a club. it made him rather uncomfortable, almost like he was standing outside a dark alley on a stormy evening. yeah, it was almost that bad. still, if his friends wanted him to tag along, then he wouldn't protest too much. he was lucky to still have them, with how much he refused complying with their plans. honestly, christian would probably do anything for or with his friends, he was that glad to have them.
"and you? since you don't dance, you're just here to drink?" christian asked him innocently, but he couldn't hide the smirk that crawled onto his face as soon as he said it. he reached out for his glass once more, taking a long sip before turning his attention back to adam, patiently waiting for a reply.
tagged . adam gontier
outfit . here
listening to . let's cheers to this [album] - sleeping with sirens
ooc . sorry it's a bit rushed, i have to head out somewhere :c |
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Post by carysrohananor on Jul 23, 2012 8:15:47 GMT -8
Sitting down helped him to think. Hah, thinking. Why he would be thinking at all when he was in such an unstable state, he didn't know. But it was nice to switch things up. Instead of being beaten by boredom and booze to the point where he'd collapse in a heap, destined to lay there until reality tugged him back into consciousness with a welcoming hangover, having a less intense drink was something he didn't usually do. It was always his intentions to get as drunk as possible; so for just a little while, he could forget about the cares of the world. He knew it wasn't a wise, healthy, or even effective option. But what else could he do? And so he drank. But this time, a lot less.
The other guy obliterated his musings with an interjection of his own. It was a comment on his similar disability to dance. Grinning slightly, Adam's eyes lowered to fall on the rim of his drink. Only a third was missing, having already been displaced to his resentful liver. He didn't want to think about how bad of shape it was in. He sought to intercede that thought with a pronounced statement of reply. Hah, well if you're anything like me, then I'd rather not see. He chuckled to himself, a breath of air and pause in the midst of the raucous club. But I'm sure you're better than I.
At the somewhat questioning way he absolved his own statement of repentance, Adam raised his head slightly, the hair that so constantly beleaguered his vision falling once more into his eyes. Uh--yeah, I just...didn't wanna intrude. It didn't take too clever of eyes to see that the kid was obviously not drinking. If it was for a personal belief against alcohol, he didn't want to be the one to offend him further by showing up outta nowhere. I'm not usually one for trying to hold a conversation unless I'm sober anyway, he commented lightly.
The kid went on to explain why it was that he was here. It seemed to be a story that fit well with the facts. The way he seemed reluctant to become involved with the craziness of the people, the drinking, the dancing. He couldn't help but nod languidly. Yeah, I was like that. But my band mates always say that I'll never have any fun if I don't learn to do this kinda thing. Saying that brought his figure forward, leaning over the table as his hands folded absentmindedly together. For a moment, he was lost in reverie. He thought of all the nights he'd spent alone, writing lyrics and downing bottle after bottle to rid himself of the time he had to spend alone. He'd had drug problems in the past, but with his band members beside him, he'd made a full recovery, and tried to find something to do with his life that would really make him happy. He felt ashamed for a minute when he thought about how alcohol seemed to be the only way he could find to ease his mind. But knowing he would make the pause awkward if he waited any longer, Adam brought his glance up again, gazing gently at his audience. Yeah. That's it, really. Sad, huh? The words were accompanied by a faint expression of sadness in his grey eyes, but was dulled by the presence of flashing light and color. Still, he retained a somewhat more somber expression. Who was he kidding? Every time he came out here, he was only reminded of his inability to make himself appealing enough - both by looks and personality - to convince someone to stick around. In a crowded room, he was alone.
tagged | christian james
outfit | click here
muse | doing awesome now
soundtrack | ---
ooc | nahh man, it's cool!
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