Post by pierce on Jan 23, 2010 0:02:19 GMT -5
( I ' V E D O N E W R O N G , I ' V E B E E N G O N E )
it's the one you love
( O N E D R I N K A N D Y O U R C A N D L E S B U R N )
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Ceilings lose their spark after awhile. How many shapes could one make out of them before he started to lose his mind? Pierce had only made it to around thirty. Rolling onto his side, his brown eyes caught site of the time. It was four in the fucking afternoon. How many hours had he wasted? He should be out somewhere getting trashed by now like he always did when he didn’t have an interview to get to or a show to play. Well, at least he usually avoided it on those days. Smirking a bit, he decided it was well past time he got his ass out of his bed and into someone else’s. Running a hand through his already messy hair, he grabbed his glasses off of his dresser. He only wore them on occasions where he was feeling particularly lazy and didn’t feel like taking the two seconds to put his contacts in. He didn’t mind em too much; a lot of kids dug him in them. They gave him a bit of an innocent edge, which to the right person, might make him all the more appealing. Finally leaving the comfort that was his bed, he picked out what he deemed as a suitable outfit and made his way towards the bathroom.
Walking across the hall in nothing but his boxers, he wasn’t surprised when a random object was thrown at the back of his head. Unplaqued, he simply threw it back and kept on walking until he reached the bathroom. His roommate had told him numerous times that clothes were to be worn at all times in the apartment, but Pierce had never paid the “rule” much attention. What did he care? He was in no way ashamed of his body, whoever saw him, saw him. End of story. Laughing a bit in amusement as he reached the bathroom, he put his clothes down on the sink and allowed himself the pleasure of a nice shower. After about twenty minutes, he got out and readied himself for the day. He never spent too much time on his looked. He’d just pulled on a pair of mustard colored skinny jeans, a band shirt, and his old ratty black converse. He wore those fuckers everywhere, he was sure they’d fall apart completely within the month. The one thing he really did spend any amount of time on was his hair. It always had to be at its best, and luckily today it wasn’t putting up much of a fight. After being blow dried and straightened, it was good to go. Putting on a bit of eyeliner for good measure, Pierce was good to go. Now the only problem was finding out where exactly it was he was going.
Leaving a note for his best friend letting him know he had absolutely no idea where he was going or when he’d be back, he left the apartment with car keys in hand. He almost wanted to laugh at how vague he had been, it almost sounded as if he was planning on never returning. Whatever though, he’d know what he had meant. Shoving his keys into the car’s ignition, he took off. As was usual, he threw in his own band’s CD, though in his defense, it was one of their albums from before he joined. Pierce truly enjoyed picking out the kid he replaced’s every mistake. The fact that the guy had been a complete douche to Lily didn’t make things any better. Well, maybe a little but only because it justified his own immaturity about the situation. After getting into a couple situations in which he wanted to kill the driver in front of him, who apparently didn’t believe in driving a mile over the speed limit. Rolling his eyes and screaming obscenities, that they would probably mistake for singing along with his music even if they did see him, Pierce finally made his decision. He made the hour drive down to San Francisco in order to go to the best club around; hopefully someone would make the drive worth it by the end of the night. Meeting his destination, he made sure he had his fake ID handy and made his way over for the bouncer.
Luckily, the ID had slipped by easily though Pierce liked to think it had something to do with his rock star status. Once inside, the young man headed straight for the bar and ordered himself a shot of vodka telling the bartender to keep em coming. He held his alcohol rather well, so it took a lot to get him plastered and that was exactly where Pierce wanted to be right now. He didn’t care how many shots it took. It took five, by the way. Turning around on his bar stool, he took a look at the crowd ahead of him. Loads of beautiful faces all in one place, the only question was…who should he go after first?
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TAG charzies stealing this(: /super admin powers.
WORD COUNT eight twenty nine
STATUS finto
OUTFIT described (:
NOTES so this kindof sucks, sorry! xD
CREDIT justlikefalling @ caution 2.0
LYRICS kiss yourself goodbye , AAR