Party Hard !?

[Hale Evans.]

Rated R for language, and God-only-knows what else.


Is it still me that makes you sweat ,
Am I who you think about in bed ?

----- How did something like a party become arranged, Hale wondered silently to himself as he answered his apartment door. Giving the delivery guy a small smile, he fished out his wallet and handed the guy eighty bucks. Grabbing the beer cases side, he hauled it into his apartment. Next was the small tray that had the vodka and whiskey on it. Lastly, he picked up the two cases of Vex, and closed the door.

----- Maybe it was because he felt lonely again, and needed an excuse to waste his money on other people-- something he loved doing. Secretly, of course. Besides, with drunk people around, he wont feel like he's turning into some alcoholic. He was practically at the strip club any night the band didn't have to be somewhere. He didn't always get drunk, but he did always have at least a glass of something. Not to mention, he hadn't been laid in a couple weeks, and it was kind of starting to get to him. Sex was a good stress reliever for him. The only problem, was that he hated having sex with someone he didn't know. Which obviously made it hard to even get close to that with someone he already knew, because he was so close to them.

----- Sighing, he dragged all the cases into the apartment's kitchen and started stuffing the bottles into the freezer. Closing the door when he stuffed all he could inside, he shifted towards the hallway. As he moved, he pulled his shirt off and sighed again, unsure if he wanted a quick shower first. Might as well, right? Who knew. Maybe he'd meet someone he'd want to impress. Though the chances were very unlikely.

----- After he had showered, as well as shaved the scruff from his chin and neck, he got re-dressed and sprayed himself with some Tag. Not too much. Didn't want to give anyone bad breathing, right? Pushing his shades back onto his face, he checked himself in the mirror once and shrugged his shoulders. Good enough. Pulling out his cell, he dialed the pizza delivery place and ordered a couple large peperoni pizzas. Anyone who didn't like the toppings could pick them off and shut their mouth, or go out and buy their own food. Hale was, after all, just trying to be a good host. And he didn't want everyone pigging out on his cupboards.

----- Shuffling back into the living room, he dimmed the lights and flicked on a mix CD he had made not too long ago. Had most of the newest hits, as well as a lot of amazing old ones that most had probably forgotten about. Tossing the controller onto the coffee table, he opened up his balcony doors. Looking around, he inhaled and shrugged his shoulders. "What now? Ooh, yeaa. Waiting."

----- That is, if anyone decided to show up. Plopping down on his leather sofa, he kicked his feet up on his coffee table and closed his eyes, the music being drown out by the constant ticking of his KISS wall clock. How much longer would it take to have a smile on his face again?

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[/color][/font] i don't want a lot of people posting in this thread. if anything, up to like, seven, at the most. and please, please keep it organized. it's no fun if people are skipping ahead without someone being online. DD:
status: completed !
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word count: 529 words.
outfit: click .
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[andy laura scott]

X'S ON THE BACK OF YOUR HANDS !

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How the fuck did Andy end up hearing about some fucking party? Oh, the same way she heard about most parties. Here, there, and everywhere, and Andy wasn't usually one to miss out on parties...okay, maybe she was sometimes, but when she was bored she'd go to any party in the area. And her night could definitely be classified as boring...after a few hours of sitting on the tour bus and staring at a wall (a very, very boring wall, mind you) she started thinking of things to do. What was there to do, really? She could...continue staring at the wall, try and find one of her friends to hang out with (HA! unlikely), or she could find a party. Flipping open her cell phone she checked out her texts, remembering someone texting her about some party in an apartment...that didn't sound too bad. Maybe she could drink a bit...or find someone who wasn't completely idiotic to talk to. Although the first one was much more probable, in all honesty. Andy didn't like most people, and she considered most people idiots, really. Of course there were a precious few people who made it on her good side, but mostly she hated everyone. Or at least she acted like she did.

Standing up she picked up a spoon that just happened to be lying around...her band members were pigs, and it wasn't her job to clean up after them. Hoe bags. She couldn't see much in the spoon, but she figured she didn't look too, too horrible...her hair had been touched up only days before, and she had no make-up on, but she could throw some on in her car. Her clothes were fine, she supposed, and so instead of getting all "dressed up" for some party she just threw on her newly bought black ballet flats (so unlike anything she'd ever worn), and walked outside, sliding into her rented car. It was better than walking...even if her band mates were always asking for rides, and throwing their trash on her floor. Oh, how she hated them...actually, they weren't so bad. Except for Shane...but even she and Shane had been friends...before he cheated on her. Bastard.

Turning the car on, she drove away to the address where the party was, supposedly. Luckily she was pretty good with finding addresses, even if she'd never even heard of the place, and shortly after she found herself outside of an apartment building. It didn't look like there was much of a party going on from the outside...but looks could be deceiving, she knew so well. And so she went to find the apartment number that she was looking for, standing in front of the door when she found it. What the fuck was she supposed to do? Normally at a party she'd just walk in, but she didn't really hear any party noises...no screaming, shouting, sure there was music...but what-fucking-ever, it wasn't like she cared. If it was the wrong place, it was the wrong place. And so she just opened up the door and looked around. "Wow, this place is fucking dead." She said, raising her eyebrows.

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outfit; click
lyrics; don't trust me - 3OH!3

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