party it up . drink it down

[reese mckinney]

I LOVE IT WHEN THEY
TRY TO GET SCANDALOUS

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even though they know they really can't handle it[/font]

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[/color]he recently eighteen year old boy was staring into the mirror with a lime green straightener in hand. He had naturally straight, blonde hair, but he liked his hair pin straight. His hair always had enough extra hold hair spray in it that it looked like it could even stay in place if someone placed a high powered fan in the teens face. The blue eyes in the mirror scanned over the boy in the reflection. His hair was finally satisfactory, and eyeliner rimming his eyes; perfection. He messed with the silver ring through the middle of his nose evening it out to his liking. He always wore silver jewelry so it didn’t really matter if he decided to use the rings or studs for his snakebite piercings, but he decided on the simple studs. Okay, so he was a bit picky when it came to what he looked like. Sue him.

Once he was satisfied with his outfit that consisted of a pair of blue skinny jeans that hugged his already thin legs, over his slim torso was a pink tshirt... yes pink. His feet were covered by a pair of black converse high tops a black and white bandana type thing tied loosely around his neck the outfit together perfectly, or at least what he considered perfectly. Normally he wore bright colors like the pink shirt, or just very over the top clothing, because he normally found himself at parties or raving.

He managed to snort a line of a bit of new heroin he had scored earlier that day, scoop up his cell phone, wallet and hook his keys onto his belt loop and head out toward the club all in record time. His plan for the night was to get drunk, do some drugs, maybe find a hot guy to tease.

Once he reached the club he pulled open the door and went straight for a drink. He ordered a screwdriver, like always. He always started with a mixed drink or two before he got to doing shots and stupid shit, like trying to out drink random people. Even though Reese was thin, really thin, he was a pretty heavy drinker. He sat that the bar and waited for his drink scanning the building for any cute guys. No one that wasn’t already feeling up some drunk chick jumped out at him. When his drink was set in front of him he lifted it up to his pierced lips taking a rather large shallow of the alcoholic beverage. As he placed it against the counter top he spun it slowly and mindlessly with his fingertip still waiting to see some cute guy that was by himself.
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STATUS-complete
TAG-shane
WORD COUNT-455
NOTES-sorry the word count isn’t amazing

[Shane Sharpie]

You’re all alone and I’m
about to microphone check.

Oh yeah, prep the area here,
Shock, shock, electrorock and steady now clear.

• Oh how he loved parties! Just the simple knowing that he would be the center of attention again sent a thrilling rush through his system. Shane excitedly raked through piles of clean clothes pulling out a pair of faded jeans that hugged all the right places. Pacing around shirtless, the guitarist through open his closet door and rummaged through the hanged shirts. Settling on a bright green and yellow one, he pulled it over his head and straightened it out. Doing a once over in the mirror, Shane strutted out of his little room and slammed the bus door behind him. He'd already applied eyeliner earlier and was content with how he looked, and his hair was actually working with him today!
  
  
• Double checking to make sure he had his wallet, Shane began walking the few blocks to his favorite club. He was smart in not driving. Everyone that him know that he was going to get too hammered to drive tonight, and besides that it wasn't like he was going home tonight. Alone. A flirtatious smile played across his features as he began imagining the pretty people that would be there just for him to play with. Sexy girls trying to get the attention of the musicians. Hot guys that wanted to have some fun. He could already see the neon lights of the night club, and it sounded like the party was in full swing. Perfect. Shane never arrived just when it opened, only late enough that everyone was already nearly drunk.
  
  
• Winking at the bar hopper, an old buddy of his, Shane slipped inside with ease. Immediately his head was filled with the pounding of music and his nose filled with the stench of well mixed drinks. Letting his body flow with the rest of them, he eventually wound his way to the bar. His favorite waitress was working tonight, and he nodded to her as she served another guy. Sliding up next to him, he got a good look at the kids face. Hot! "Hey. I'm Shane," he greeted nonchalantly.
  

Character: Shane
Status: Complete
Count: 344
Tags: Reese
Notes: Yuck post. Sorry bby.

[reese mckinney]

I LOVE IT WHEN THEY
TRY TO GET SCANDALOUS

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even though they know they really can't handle it[/font]

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[/color]e took another mouthful of the vodka mixed with orange juice. Of course he still felt a slight buzz from the drugs he had taken before leaving the Keep It Caroline bus. But he was still thinking about slipping past the groups of people dancing to the bassy music and into the bathroom and doing some more heroin. Fuck, that stuff was good, he was thankful he had found his dealer, he was pretty cheap about one hundred dollars for a gram of pure china white, Reese’s favorite.

But his plotting was suddenly interrupted. ‘Hey. I’m Shane’ Reese noticed he had been staring at his drink, watching as the little droplets forming on the outside of his glass slid down hitting one of his fingers as it made it’s decent. He glanced up curious to know what the boy with that voice looked like. When his eyes met Shanes he wasn’t disappointed, this guy was really fuckin’ hot. The voice didn’t lie when it lead one to believe that the guy was some kind of beautiful. Reese couldn’t help but let a little smirk like smile cross over his face, oh this guy wasn’t leaving until Reese had at least kissed those lips. “Ello. I’m Reese...” He introduced himself the same way Shane had given his name. Reese’s Yorkshire accent and the fact he said ‘ello’ instead of hi, or hey made it obvious the boy wasn’t from America, but England. He paused for a moment before adding. “...the hottest guy in here, obviously.” He lifted the drink back up to his lips this time taking a bit of a smaller sip before setting it back down.

Reese stopped mindlessly turning the glass and ran his fingers through his hair brushing a bit of the pin straight blonde locks from his face. He let his eyes scan over the other, taking in every feature before looking back up at Shane’s face. All he needed was one hint that this Shane guy had the same intentions and Reese would be all over him.
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STATUS-complete
TAG-shane
WORD COUNT-353
NOTES-epic failure = word count lol

[Shane Sharpie]

You’re all alone and I’m
about to microphone check.

Oh yeah, prep the area here,
Shock, shock, electrorock and steady now clear.

• Shane realized that he must have startled the guy because it took a while for him to respond. He had just been playing with his drink until he had come to sit beside him. When the younger -obviously- guy finally looked at him Shane flashed a bright smile. He was definitely right about this kid being a total hottie. And when he spoke..he could have hit him right there. An ENGLISH accent? Lucky duck. Plus he had a cool name. Reese. Like the candy! Yummy. Don't think he hadn't noticed the way Reese was staring at him with his cute smile. There was definitely something about him, and Shane wanted that something. He found the first catch of the night. And even if Reese wasn't gay, after a night with Shane he would be! Glancing at the bartender who was now bringing him his regular first drink, he picked it up and brought it to his lips, taking his gaze off of the man next to him.
  
  
• As he sipped his drink, the next thing that came out of Reese's mouth made him chuckle. "Yeah, maybe next to me." He said it jokingly but thought about it. Honestly the two of them were basically the only guys worth knowing at this club. And if they hooked up wouldn't that be such a scene! Getting his mind out of the gutter, he looked over to Reese to study his features more intensely. His eyes had a slight dilation to them which he had not noticed three minutes ago. Drugs? Why the fuck wasn't he sharing them! Shane's fingers twitched slightly as he set his glass down. Running his hand through his hair, he decided to make small talk with his new future toy acquaintance. Anything to keep him focused instead of throwing himself all over him. "So are you in a band?"
  
  

Character: Shane
Status: Complete
Count: 312
Tags: Reese
Notes: [=

[reese mckinney]

I LOVE IT WHEN THEY
TRY TO GET SCANDALOUS

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even though they know they really can't handle it[/font]

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[/color]eese just watched as Shane took a sip of his drink. My god, this guy was good looking... Perfection in human form? He was pretty damn close. Of course Shane had to have noticed Reese staring. But c’mon, who wouldn’t? ‘Yeah, maybe next to me.’ Reese shook his head at Shane’s statement. “Keep tellin’ yourself that... you’re just bloody jealous.” Yeah, even though he had lived in America for three years he still said bloody all the time. He smirked as he spoke, raising an eyebrow and tipped his head slightly at the other, he was just waiting for him to protest. He couldn’t pry his eyes from Shane, of course he didn’t make it look as though he was staring at him to much. Looking enough to get the point across that he liked what he saw, but not enough jaw-dropped staring to make him look desperate, cause everyone knew disparate wasn’t sexy.

He rested his elbows on the counter top still watching Shane. He noticed Shane looking at him again, but the thought that he might be able to tell he was a drug abuser never once crossed his mind. He always had dilated, slightly blood shot eyes. But on tour that was easy to cover with the simple ‘not enough sleep’ excuse. It worked ninty-nine percent of the time, seeing as no one on tour got enough sleep. And the other one percent where druggies themselves and just wanted to know if you’d sell to them. Reese wasn’t a drug dealer, and to him the drugs were more important then the money. As long as he could get that next fix he was pretty content.

‘So are you in a band?’ Shane asked. Reese was a little disappointed by his small-talk-ish question. “Yeah, I play drums for Keep It Caroline.” He stated finishing off his drink, and immediately getting the attention of the bartender to get him another. “You in a band?” He figured why not just chit-chat for awhile, it wasn’t like he was gonna jump on the guy, yet.
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STATUS-complete
TAG-shane
WORD COUNT-343
NOTES- <3