tripping sanity... ( open )

[reese mckinney]

YOU WALK THE WALK BUT DO YOU
TALK THE TALK

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...your apathy is just a living flaw...[/font]

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[/b] blonde boy standing at about five foot five inches with help from his vans walked up to the door of the club. Reese tossed the end of a cigarette to the sidewalk, he was done with it anyway. Exhaling the last of the smoke that had gathered in his lungs he walked inside. There was a loud rumble of voices that couldn’t be understood due to the large number of conversations that were going on all at once throughout the building. The eighteen year old was underaged, but not in England though. In Leeds, where he was originally from, the drinking age was eighteen. In America whenever he went partying he had black X’s across the back of his hands keeping him from having the chance to get wasted. But he had a fake ID with him tonight.

The boy was wearing black skinny jeans with a white studded belt around his thin waist, a white tee shirt was over his torso covered by a black hoodie and back and white vans covered his feet. A silver horseshoe shaped ring was through his septum piercing, and two silver studs were in his snakebites. He hadn’t really cared to much about what he had gotten dressed in. He was just looking to get a little buzzed. Of course he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop after just a few drinks. He was a bit of an alcoholic, he’d be so wasted that the entire night would be one distorted blur by morning.

Reese sighed as he leaned against the counter resting his elbows on the smooth top. He waited for a moment before the bartender noticed him. With a little smile Reese flashed him his ID and ordered a screwdriver. The bartender, like most, believed the ID was real or at least didn’t care enough to double check it, and went to make his drink. Reese’s blue eyes began to scan over the people in the building. He didn’t notice any familiar faces. He handed the money he owed the bartender for his drink and took a few huge swallows of the alcoholic beverage, it had been all day since he’d gotten a drink.

He set down the glass with a little tapping sound against the counter top and let his forehead rest in his hands with another soft sigh. Reese wasn't acting like normal, hyper, happy-go-luck Reese. The days on tour were starting to get to him, the shows, the fans... the drugs, alcohol, all nighters spent at clubs dancing to bass driven music... of course the last few weren’t needed but had just become a lifestyle. He pushed back the thoughts, taking another mouthful of the mixed drink. The warmth of the vodka and orange juice sliding down his throat was relaxing. Now he just wanted a cute guy to wander over. Even though what he needed was someone to tell him enough was enough. Sure he had just gotten there, but one look into his dilated, slightly bloodshot eyes you could tell he had shot up drugs recently. A boy like him couldn’t be left to do whatever he damn well pleased, he needed someone to tell him what needed to be done. Of course he wasn’t very wiling to admit that easily. Reese was stubborn, what did you expect?[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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STATUS-complete
TAG-open
WORD COUNT-549
NOTES-n/a

[shaylee danvers]

It's explosive, speakers are pumping
Still jumping, six in the morning
Table dancing, glasses are smashing

Ever since Shaylee met Simon she's been on cloud nine. The girl was in love and nobody could deny it. The insults her band mates threw at her were bad but she could care less, especially when she had someone she knew was there for her. Shay knew they were jealous and she was happy to know that, even if it wasn't true. Tonight was the night for her to go out and hopefully meet new people, her band mates were being assholes, nothing new and Simon was busy she didn't want to bother him. So off she went in search of a new friend whom she can party with all night. Now Shaylee wasn't a big party monster like the rest of the people on tour, but everyone knew she needed a little fun in her life. Apparently, getting drunk and sleeping with someone you barely knew was defined as fun for the tour. That was just nasty!

Turning the taps off to the shower he pushed open the glass door and let the steam roll off of her skin as she stepped onto the mat. The cool breeze which was coming from the slightly open window sent chills down her spine causing her to reach over and grab her towel wrapping it tightly around her body. Looking at herself in the mirror she brushed some of her damp hair out of her face. Her boyfriend had always told her how beautiful she had been and for once she was really looking into the mirror liking what she was seeing staring back at her. Heading into her room she let the towel she had wrapped around her body fall to the floor as she reached over for the fresh pair of clothes she had decided to wear that day. It didn’t take her long to get ready for that matter. She wasn’t exactly like most girls whom had to try on many different outfits and had to make sure that her make up was done to perfection.

Shay was wearing a yellow and black short dress. It was puffy at the bottom and tight at the top. Shay saw it while window shopping and had to have it. Shay’s not a girly girl but she hates being seen looking bummy, unless it’s that time of the month no one can say shit. Fully dressed now she bent over and picked up the damp towel that laid on the floor and heading back into the bathroom whereas hanging it on one of the railings. She quickly blow-dried her hair right in time for the cab to be waiting outside. She grabbed her brush and ran outside. She got in the car, telling the man to take her to the best club out there.

As the time passed by she soon found herself in one of the clubs she passed by. With a smile, she thanked the man and got out to immediately attract attention by photographers and off course men. All Shay could do is smile as she passed the bouncer who let her in. A sigh of relief came out of Shaylee when she entered the club. She walked toward the bar, the first destination everyone went too once they arrived at the scene. She didn’t know what was safe to order so she turned to a cute blonde boy and smiled. "Uhm, hey I’m Shaylee. Have you been here before? I don't know what drink is safe to order." She asked, politely. Shaylee didn’t want to get something in her drink that would make her regret something.

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[reese mckinney]

YOU WALK THE WALK BUT DO YOU
TALK THE TALK

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[/b]hat was he gonna do? He attempted to push away the thoughts the drugs, were he was going to get his next fix... how fucking scared he was of withdrawals. He didn’t really want t quit anyway, right?... so it didn’t really matter, huh? He finished his drink lifting his glass slightly as the bartender walked past signaling that he wanted another. A few more drinks and maybe he’d be able to pry his thoughts away from the drugs, if only for a little while, at least it would give him some peace of mind for the night.

‘Uhm, hey I’m Shaylee. Have you been here before? I don't know what drink is safe to order.’ Reese was startled by the girls voice, he jumped slightly lifting his head from it’s place resting in the palms of his hands. Glanced over to where the voice was coming from he noticed the black haired girl who smiled at him. “Ello’ I’m Reese...” He paused for a moment. She looked so familiar... Shaylee... she was on the tour. He tried to match the girl with a band on tour. “You sing... ” He bit his lip slightly before it hit him, “You sing for Drop Your Pants... right?” He liked having the distraction of having someone to talk to it got his mind off the whole drug subject. “I play drums for Keep It Caroline.” He stated with a little nod causing a bit of his pin straight blonde hair to fall into his eyes so he lightly brushed it away.

“Oh, yeah... drinks...” He smiled remembering her original question with a little shrug his Yorkshire accent obvious, but not obnoxious. “I’m a heavy drinker, but Screwdrivers are always good...” Or at least he thought so. Maybe she didn’t know what a Screwdriver was so he decided to explain. “It’s a mixed drink, vodka and orange juice.” Pretty damn close to perfection in a glass if you asked him. But as long as it had alcohol in it Reese was all over it.

The bartender placed Reese’s second drink on the counter top. He lifted it to his pierced lips and took a large swallow of the beverage, before setting it back down, turning the glass mindlessly in his thin hands. He looked back over at the girl, Shaylee... interesting name. But at least people didn’t think of candy, you know Reese’s peanut butter cups, Reese hated that everyone ended up nicknaming him after candy at one point or another. Every time he threw a fit, and got slightly pissed off, and pissed off Reese wasn’t the best person to hang with. “How’s the tour treating you so far?” He figured why not start a conversation?
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STATUS-complete
TAG-shaylee
WORD COUNT-452
NOTES-sorry, it's sorta' crappy.

[shaylee danvers]

It's explosive, speakers are pumping
Still jumping, six in the morning
Table dancing, glasses are smashing

Shaylee knows she seen the blonde hair boy from somewhere. It had to be from the tour, thats where she recognized everyone she met. Now and days all she meets is make-up artist, groupies, or members of the band. When was she going to meet someone that was just normal? She didn't mean to be rude, but it was true she wanted to meet someone who was just them. Shaylee decided to shrug it off and enjoy it while she still could. Soon tour would be over and she'd be home, probably introducing Simon to her parents whom would definitely not accept him. Then she would runaway happily with him, see Shay had her whole plan in order. From now on nothing was going to stop her from being happy, especially not the people she suppose to call band members. Some band members they are, pushing everything on her.

Reese. Reese McKinley. No, No Reese McKinney. "I knew I knew you from somewhere. Your Reese McKinney, from Dance floor Uproar." She said with a smile. "Your a killer on the drums, dude." Shay would say something about her drummer, but that would be mean because the drummer in the band she was, was freaking awesome as well. Every band on tour had a little something great in each. She wished she wasn't in the band that despised every living thing that passes by them. "Yeah, I'm Shaylee Danvers call me Shay," She said and held out her hand. "I'm actually the guitarist for the band." She said with a short nod. "Cambridge is our singer." Shay knew it was a simple mistake, nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. "No biggie, simple mistake babe!" She exclaimed.

A screwdriver sounded good and odd at the same time. Now Shay was a rock star but that didn't mean she had to be a crazy drinker like everyone else. Being different sometimes was always good. "I guess I'll have one of those." She stated and quickly asked the bar man for one. Shay sat down in one of the seats next to him and waited patiently for her drink to arrive. Clubbing was annoying. like the music they played. Hip-hop and rap... yuck. Rock music was far better then that, it had feelings and made sense. Shaylee didn't want to do anything she regretted so she would have only two drinks. No three drinks tops! She wanted to be sober when she met Simon later on. So two screw driver and a non-alcoholic drink would do the trick.

She was glad he was starting a conversation with her. "Honestly, it's been hell, but its worth it." Shay was surprised he hasn't heard of the constant argument between the band. It's all over the news half the time, shay would have thought by now that their fans would hate them, but she thought wrong really wrong. "It gets tiring, I'm just grateful that I have this chance..." She stated, grabbing the drink that was set in front of it. Now Shay never took a little sip like most people, she would take a eight second one. "And you? How is it? You must get famously along with your band." She said with a faint smile. He was a lucky man to be in a band whereas everyone appreciated each other.

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