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Post by caleb eric oliver on Mar 31, 2009 19:03:38 GMT -5
Slide your feet, create the shock
Touch another, watch it pop
Caleb was ready for a night on the town. He hadn't gone out and partied yet, surprisingly. But tonight was the nigh the would, and get as drunk as possible. Which meant he would have to drink much more alcohol than a normal person. Caleb didn't get drunk easily...but for tonight, for some reason...he wanted to. Which was probably irrisponsible of him, considering he probably had practice or a show or some other crap tomorrow. But he didn't care. All he cared about was getting hammered and maybe meeting some guy to hook up with. Or girl...it didn't fucking matter to him! As long as they had a dick or boobs, Caleb was happy. And a happy Caleb is a good Caleb.
Looking into the mirror once more he grinned at his reflection. He looked good...real good if he did say so himself. Okay, so he could be a bit vain at times but what person wasn't? He smoothed down his shirt, made sure his skinny jeans were sitting on his hips and reached for his Converse to lace up on his feet. With one more quick brush and a hair flip, he was ready. But oh wait! Caleb forgot one thing...his eyeliner. He didn't overdo it on the makeup like some guys and girls he knew...but he did like to wear it when he went out. It looked good on him.
Walking out the door, finally, Caleb set off in the direction he hoped the night club was in. He didn't really know where it actually was...he's just go downtown and hoped he found it. And he did, after about ten minutes of thoughtless walking. Waiting in line for a couple minutes, Caleb was let in. Guess these places weren't too busy on Tuesday nights. Not that many places were busy Tuesday's. But he was in the mood to party, and waiting until Friday was not an option!
Making his way up to the bar, Caleb wondered what he should start off with. Something...strong. He liked starting things up with a bang. And the drink probably wouldn't even affect him anyways. "Could I have Manhattan please?" Caleb asked, yelling to the bar tender. The guy nodded and went to work fixing his drink. He drummed his fingers on the table as he waited, looking around, trying to find a good person to set his sights on for the night.
Count: 421.
Tags: Ransom Parker.
Lyrics: Show Me Everything You've Got- The Rocket Summer.
Outfit: Click
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