And You're Gone !?

[Hale Evans.]

it's no suprise to me I am my own worst enemy
'cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me

----- Why did guys pay money to stare at a chick, and pay money, if they weren't going to get anything but an extremely uncomfortable boner from it? Oh. Right. Men were dogs. And, it appeared that hale was also a dog. But a very inexpensive dog. His money remained in his wallet, tucked safely in his back pocket. All the business men in front of him had the money under cover, so he was good to go with paying just for his friends. And hey, who could really complain? The only time Hale's lips parted were to take a swig of the beer in his right hand. The rest of the talking was left to his mind to go over, conversing with himself, arguing almost as to why he was still sitting there.

----- Maybe it was the chicks, maybe it was the booze. Or maybe the apartment he was renting wasn't small enough to make him feel like he wasn't so alone. With a small sigh, his right wrist moved a bit, swishing the tainted liquor within the base of the glass bottle. The noise was easily drown out by the blaring music from the over head speakers. The only good thing about being alone tonight, was that he didn't have to shout over the music to try and make small talk, or have a conversation. Of course, the negatives about tonight always weighed down a lot more than the positives. Not much of a change, was it? It was hard to get a hold of people lately. Band fever? Extra practice? Or were they all just finally giving up on him?

----- Running his tongue between his lips, he wet them slowly, still memorized from his train of thought. Out of the corner of his eye, from behind his shades, he caught site of a female bartender, practically drooling over the bar counter at him. He took in a small breath, shook his head and looked back towards the female rubbing herself up against a pole. 'I wonder if those things ever get cold . . . would you stick better to a frozen pole?' Maybe Hale just needed to get away from his usual hang out spots?

----- Lifting his bottle to his lips, he sucked down the rest of the liquid that was inside and swallowed it. He had never been much of a chugger, or someone to drink the foam left from a beer, but he wanted to get out of this place and do something. As to what, he still wasn't sure of. Setting the bottle down upon the bar's counter top, his left hand skimmed across the crotch of his pants. Not even a little stiff. Good thing he hadn't paid any money to the slut riding the pole-- would've gone to waste. Not that it wouldn't have in the first place. Glancing up towards the bartender as she took the bottle and put it with all the others, she returned to till up his bill with a cheery smile. A smile that proved she was trying too hard to win something that wasn't there to win. Tough luck, baby doll. Maybe next time.

----- Paying his bill, he stuffed his changed into his wallet and slipped it back into his pants. Before his eyes could find her own, and realize how desperate she really was, he turned completely and started walking for the door. Closing his eyes, as if the shades he constantly wore weren't enough to block where he was going, he was stopped in mid-stride. His chest hit something hard. Felt like someone's flesh. Opening his eyes, stumbling a little, he tried to find himself again before he looked at who he had walked into. "Uh, hey. Sorry about that, these damn shades, ya know?" Pulling them up into his hairline, he gave a soft, charming smile, trying to get himself out of a possible fight.

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[Sumiko Airi Sato]

DESTINYemmalineWHITNEY

>>twetny>>loud>>crazy

rated R for Language and Content

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Some places, Dee-Dee thought to herself, should not be visited by the opposite gender. Like the stripe bar she was now heading too. If it wasn't for the plain fact that she was slightly curious, had a friend on the poles, and was bored out of her mind, Dee-Dee sure as hell would not have been caught there. Sure a place to drink was a place to drink, but really a stripe bar? What kind of chances did she have on obtaining any alcohol? She bet her savings that the bartender was probably female, a straight one at that. Of course Dee-Dee could always use the 'broken hearted hope to catch that cheater in the act' excuse...The female bartenders tended to be sympathic to such excuses, and they pour down in the cup and pass it over. Of course then she wouldn't be able to hit on all the guys, but hey, a drink is a drink, and thats mostly what Dee-Dee wanted to do.

Rarely did she actually consider taking a fella back, or going back to the guys place, and getting down and dirty. To do that more often would probably label her a slut, which was not something she actually wanted to be labeled. Greatest singer ever, yes, but slut, no. She could definately pass on that. So she liked to party a little too much, so what if she drank more then her fill more often then she should. Despite being so out of control, she did have her morals still in tact, still knew that sleeping with every guy would give her a reputation she didn't want. She wasn't like her party friend Owen, who rejoiced in being the tour's man whore. She didn't want to be any form of whore. She just wanted to have a good time, and really could you blame a girl for that? All work and no play was never fun! Perhaps, though, she played a little too much. 'I'll have to ask my bandmates about that one' She thought to herself as she waited for the bus to open up to her distanation.

As she sat on the bus, she checked her reflection in the bus. What she saw kind of surprised her. She didn't look like she had when she had first come on tour. There was something completely different about her, but Dee-Dee couldn't name it. It was like this was the first time she had ever seen her reflection, although she looked in the mirror whenever she got dressed. Dee-Dee knew her appeal to the male population, but looking at herself now she didn't understand why. Was it just her or did she look exhausted? Like perhaps this life was starting to be a little much? Sure there were no wrinkles, or bags under her eyes.. Perhaps it was the dimness she now saw in her eyes. She wasn't sure what it was, and as such, she pushed it to the back of her mind.

Then the bus finally made the stop she had been looking for. She grabbed her purse and left. The strip club looked tacky, but maybe that was just her thoughts. It was definately not the kind of club she made her usual spots. With a final look she went inside the building that made a profit off of women taking their clothes off and dancing around a pole. Dee-Dee knew not every woman who made this their choice of living were whores, but it definately hurt their reputation. Not that it really mattered to Dee-Dee what they were labeled by everyone else. A friend was a friend, no matter what. Through and through and the rest of that jazz.

As she walked farther inside the place, not exactly paying attention to where she was walking, she felt herself collideing with something...Correction someone, since who ever it was she bumped into was a great deal softer then majority of somethings. It had almost made her toppal over, however Dee-Dee somehow managed to gain her balance just in time. A few blinks to set herself right, Dee-Dee looked up, since being five four meant she rarely didn't have to look up, at who she had ran into. It was a guy, and boy was he a hottie! It was then that she realized that he was talking, Dee-Dee zoned in on the words. " Its cool. Not your fault. I was totally zoning out there. " She said, not wanting him to think this was his fault. After all if she paid more attention, then this wouldn't have happened.

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[Hale Evans.]

it's no suprise to me I am my own worst enemy
'cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me

----- What Hale had expected for tonight was to drink till he could hardly walk, and than go home. Without getting laid. Without meeting anyone new. And certainly without conversing with someone, other than to get a drink. What he hadn't expected was to bump into someone, namely a female. If he looked back behind him at all the tables and seats that were taken, he'd be able to count the females in the crowd all on his two hands. It was especially rare to see someone walk in the front doors without a penis either attached to them, or walking with them. Of course, he wasn't complaining that she was alone. Not at all.

----- It took him a moment to figure out who she was. The darkened room made it harder for him to pick out her features, and put an actual name to them. But did he want to confess that he had been a total school boy fan for them ever since they had opened for his band a few times? No. That'd seem kind of . . . well, kind of creepy. In his eyes, at least. Somehow, walking up to someone famous and going, "Oh, I know you! I've watched, and listened to you before. Almost all the time." didn't seem to faze him like a good opening conversation topic.

----- What relieved Hale about him bumping into her, though, was that they were both alone. If she had been with a guy, it would've been awkward for starters. Hale was pretty sure he had just grabbed a handful of her boobs when they hit each other-- her date clearly wouldn't have been happy about that. Secondly, he didn't want to look like the man under. Hale was an extremely confident guy, but he wasn't over egoistical, or cocky. Having some jerkoff walk in with a chick like Dee-Dee? Yeah. It would've stung. The guy most likely would've showed off, too, just to add some insult to injury. Another reason as to why he was glad it was a she, and not a he, was because a lot of buff guys walked around stripe joints. He didn't want to get his face broken in tonight. Not to mention, females were always better to walk into. They had more cushion, as perverted and doggish as that sounded.

----- Pulling a grin over his lips, he shook his head at her apology and shrugged. Not like he was going to argue who hit who, or whatever. It'd be a waste of breath, and a waste of both their time. "Ugh. You, meeting someone, or--" He smacked himself in the forehead, his eyes closing. His sunglasses fell back over his face, ridding a bit down his knuckles as he exhaled with stupidity. "No, no. That sounded awful. I'm not trying to pick you up, or anything . . . just, curious. A lot of girls don't come around here unless they're with someone, or on stage." Small pause, before he realized that she could've taken that wrong, too. "Not that I'm calling you a stripper, or anything!" He knew she wasn't in any case.

----- Dragging his hand down from under his sunglasses, leaving them on the bridge of his nose to hide how ashamed his eyes must look at the moment, he gave her a weary smile. Would she think he was a total nut? He knew that if someone walked up to him like that, he'd flip out and storm right back out. Or kick them in the shin. "What I'm trying to ask, is if I buy you a drink, would I get the shit kicked outta me for "hitting"-" He mimicked the quotation marks with his two first fingers on each hand, "-on his girl?"

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status: completed !
tagged: dee-dee .
word count: 628 words.
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lyrics:

[/color][/font] my own worst enemy - lit
template to:[/color][/font] KARI BEAR !? of caution 2.0[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Sumiko Airi Sato]

DESTINYemmalineWHITNEY

>>twetny>>loud>>crazy

rated R for Language & scenary

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There were times when Dee-Dee wished that she had better sense then to go somewhere that was obvious that she wasn't suppose to be. Sure girls were allowed in a strip bar, but most of them were the actual strippers, or they were on the arms of one bloke or another. She hadn't even come with a guy! Dee-Dee had just decided to go, all because she hadn't seen her friend in like forever, and heard she was working here. She wasn't even sure she was working tonight, and knowing Dee-Dee's luck, she wasn't. Dee-Dee had never had the best of luck with anything. It was as if bad luck followed her... Except that wasn't actually completely true. She had had luck when she met her friends and formed Keep It Caroline. And as a band they had luck when they wre invited to join the When We Were Young tour. That had been one hell of a brush of luck, if she were to be honest with herself.

However she as a person just didn't have great luck. It was something she didn't actually think about too often, because she didn't really care, or believe in things like fate and luck. She believed what would happen would happen. It was meant for Keep It Caroline to get together and to go on tour! It was meant for her mother to finally come and tell her that her father hadn't died in a car crash, but had infact abandoned their little family before Dee-Dee could even be born. Her name may have been Destiny, but she didn't believe in destiny. She had no really strong beliefs in anything. Things happen, and shit was always hitting the fan, so to speak. At least, that was how it was in her life so far. She was waiting for someone to prove her wrong. For someone to actually prove that all her logic was wrong. And most to prove that she could be happy in a single relationship.

While Dee-Dee generally avoided love and relationships, she was just a girl and she still wanted someone to be in love with her. To pick her out of the crowd and tell her that she's his whole world. She was tired of the quick one night stands never see you agains. Sure it didn't happen often, but when it did, it didn't really do much to bust her self esteem... Not that it needed bosting to begin with. One day, she hoped, that person would come along. However that would not be tonight. Tonight was about getting a drink, leaving this place, and then finding a place where the guys were perverted horn dogs, or at least they were so obvious about it.

Dee-Dee withheld the laughter that bubbled up as the guy, who she recongized now that she on balance and what not, as Hale something or another from one of the bands Keep It Caroline had Opened for. " Its ok, I suppose I took a chance coming to a strip bar alone." Merrialy. He seemed to be in a twist, trying not to offend her. Dee-Dee rarely was offended, mostly because she didn't care. She found it a little amusing to watch him though. He had set his glasses over his head when they originally bumped into each other, and now they were right back down.

" If you buy me a drink, the only thing that will happen is you saving me from fibbing to the bar tenders about what a jerk so and such is, and of course saving me from thinking of a name to fit the jerk, just so I can get a drink." Dee-Dee said honestly. There was no guy in her life, and at the rate it was going, the only guys that would be in her life permanetly would be her bandmates Rowan and Reese.

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[Hale Evans.]

it's no suprise to me I am my own worst enemy
'cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me

----- Relief washed over Hale as he didn't hear any laughter, or rude commentary flowing from the back of her throat. It didn't even look like she was trying to hold it in, which made him feel a lot better about this entire thing. Normally he wasn't so socially awkward, so when the time came for him to start blabbing to someone he thought was either attractive, or out of his league, he got nervous and almost shy extremely bad. In fact, if the lights hadn't been so dimmed, Hale was sure someone could see a faint blush touch his cheeks. Maybe he was just at the point where the tipsy stage had him stumbling over his words too much?

----- No matter how confident and collected Hale was when he was around people he knew, or on stage, there was always this peg in the back of his throat that liked to come into play when he was trying his best to make a good first impression. Sure, him and Dee Dee had exchanged glances, but they hadn't actually met before. This was their first actual meeting, the time where Hale wasn't sweating from the heat of the crowd, or his voice going a bit husky from singing. This was his chance to make it seem like he knew what he was doing, even though he knew he didn't have a fucking clue.

----- As she told him that he wouldn't get the shit kicked out of him, his grin pulled back and he felt a little easier with the situation. He could enjoy himself, without having to assure some jerk that he hadn't touched his girl, or had any intimate thoughts. Luckily, Hale was a good lair. Who wouldn't think something sexual while in the presence of Dee Dee? Even if you didn't want to, the thought played once or twice through your head. Like how her lips would taste, or the different kinds of sounds-- Clenching his eyelids, he sighed deeply and pushed the thoughts away quickly. He didn't want his first impression being something like, "Oh, yeah, he's the guy who got a stiffy within ten minutes of talking to me." That just wasn't appealing, and it was rather embarrassing.

----- Saving you from lying about some jerk, who doesn't have a name, just to get a drink?" Hale had no idea that getting a drink was really that hard. "Looks like I bumped into you just in time to save you from smudging your make up, over . . . Bob." Smiling gently, he cocked his head, motioning for her to join him in walking towards the bar. If anything, they could at least have a conversation that didn't start and end with the tour. Get drunk, and completely forget about the fans, the competition, and the drama. Just . . . let go.

----- Pulling himself up into a bar stool, he motioned for her to take the one on his left, which just happened to be at the end. He didn't want some jerk off sitting next to her, and ruining any chances of having a civil conversation. Both Dee Dee and Hale deserved to have a night to just relax. No matter how that relaxation turned out in the end. Raising his eyes to the female bartender, he noticed an envious look pass toward Dee Dee, before her gaze moved to hold his own. She smiled, a cheesy, fake, flirtatious smile. Sickening. Before she could say anything, and try to giggle her way into his pants, he spoke. "Could I get two rum and cokes for starters? Thanks." With a roll of his eyes, he turned back to Dee Dee with a gentle smile, mouthing the words, "She totally wants in my pants" to her, a low chuckle following afterward. Obviously he was just kidding around, even though it wasn't hard to tell that's exactly what the bartender wanted.

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status: completed !
tagged: dee-dee .
word count: 652 words.
outfit: click .
lyrics:

[/color][/font] my own worst enemy - lit
template to:[/color][/font] KARI BEAR !? of caution 2.0[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Sumiko Airi Sato]

DESTINYemmalineWHITNEY

>>twetny>>loud>>crazy

rated R for Language and Content

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She wasn't sure, but it didn't appear as if he realized that it took work for her to actually get a drink. She was underaged, just by a year now, but even so people just didn't like giving her drinks. Apparently the law actually meant something to some places. She would never understand it. Dee-Dee just didn't know why anyone would hold out on giving drinks because the government had decided to be shit heads and make it illegal. Where was the fairness? People at eightteen could die in a war, could smoke cigerates, but no they couldn't drink. Assholes.

" Bob just isn't worth smudging my make-up. " She said with a wink and a laugh. If he didn't understand, she really couldn't tell, or really care. Dee-Dee followed Hale as he made his way over to the bar. She was getting stares from the other men in the room, the perverts just couldn't be happy to look at the women on display they just had to look at the poor defenseless *cough cough* women who showed up to the strip club for a drink. Probably thinking they wished they could see them naked just like the others. Pigs. Okay so not all fell in this catagory, and it was mostly the older, much older, men that gave her the creeps.

The bartender had given Dee-Dee a look that clearly stated how she wished she would drop dead and that it would be her who was with Hale. She merely smirked at the woman. Let her think what she wanted, she didn't care. Dee-Dee said nothing as Hale ordered their drinks, not really caring what it was that was ordered so long as it had alcohol in it. That was her only requirement. Easy.

She chuckled as Hale mouthed that the bartender had wanted to get into his pants. Though she didn't really need to be told that, since the lady in question had made it so obvious, it was still funny. The situation at hand was rather amusing. " I suppose you get a lot of attention by the ladies when your here." His only competation really was the old bolding men, and maybe a youngling or two. Really, no competation at all. Hale was handsome, something Dee-Dee had noticed when she had first seen him. She could easily see him never wanting for female companionship.

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NOTE: Sorry its so short DX

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