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Post by Aidan Kinney on Apr 15, 2008 8:20:15 GMT 1
Aidan sat on a bar stool in the middle of the stage. He was dressed in fitting jeans and a rather fitting shirt with a blue vest. A half smoked joint was tucked behind his ear. His glasses were gone, replaced by a fancy headband. He had a few pieces of band-aids wrapped around his fingers to stop the bleeding but still allow him to play. Playing had been practically the only thing he'd been doing lately. It started about two days after his fight with Chris. The initial shock was gone, replaced by resignation and numbness. Half of the time was spent in places like this where people would only half listen to his music but at least they'd pay and offer him free drinks sometimes just because he looked cute.
Eyes closed and head lowered he sang.
"The ink is running toward the page
It's chasin' off the days
Look back at boat feet
And that winding knee
I missed your skin when you were east
You clicked your heels and wished for me
Through playful lips made of yarn
That fragile Capricorn
Unraveled words like moths upon old scarves
I know the world's a broken bone
But melt your headaches, call it home
Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don't you go down"
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Post by Christian Tait on Apr 15, 2008 10:41:01 GMT 1
Tonight was the second time Adia had taken his girl for the day without complaint. She was tired of seeing her brother mope around in his dorm and play depressing love songs over and over again on his guitar, he had annoyed nearly everyone in his building for the past couple of days. He sat at one of the back tables of the bar, a half drunk bottle of whiskey in his hand. Bars were always the easiest places to find someone to help make him forget, and thats what he wanted to do. Forget.
Some drunk blonde sat next to him, chatting him up. Her hand making its way up the inside of his thigh making him cringe in disgust. He hated blondes, they were too fake for Chris. But he didn't bat her away, his eyes and his mind were wrapped around someone else. Someone who was singing on stage this very moment. Out of every bar he could have gone to it had to be the same one as Aidan. He felt sick to his stomach.
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Post by Aidan Kinney on Apr 15, 2008 10:48:55 GMT 1
One of the waitresses slipped onto the stage and placed a drink on the floor beside Aidan's chair winking cutely as she bowed slowly making sure he'd have a chance to peak into her cleavage. Aidan winked back and smiled as he continued his song. He was stoned. One wouldn't have to be a genius to see that. "Sugarcane in the easy mornin'...weathervanes my one and lonely". His lazy voice was filling the room as his eyes were closed again. He didn't know Christian was there
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Post by Christian Tait on Apr 15, 2008 11:00:29 GMT 1
Christian jumped, tearing his eyes away from the scene on stage as he felt a hand cup him through his jeans. He grabbed a hold of her hand but then froze, leaving them both in that awkward position. He could push her away and blow this joint or sit here and hope that Aidan would somehow notice him and try to make him jealous. He could be a sissy or an ass. It was a hard choice to make.
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Post by Aidan Kinney on Apr 15, 2008 11:06:22 GMT 1
Aidan finished his song and put the guitar aside. "Thanks" He said to the clapping crowd then bowed and left the stage sitting in the last step with the guitar leaning against the wall. He sipped on his drink then picked up the joint from behind his ear and lit it leaning head against the wall as he inhaled slowly. His eyes hazed. He looked around the room and stopped for a second. He thought he saw Christian but figured it was just his imagination so he averted his eye from the table and focused back on the joint
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Post by Christian Tait on Apr 15, 2008 11:19:43 GMT 1
The seconds ticked on as he sat there like a deer in the headlights, his hand losing its grip on the blonde whores but then he finally came to a decision and dropped it. Darting from the table quickly much to her dismay. He wouldn't leave though. They could be in the same place. He wouldn't be that guy that he made fun of who couldn't deal with being in the same room with an ex without causing problems. It wasn't like Aidan was an ex anyways, a relationship to him lasted much longer than just a week. He tried to think of whatever they had as a one night stand. It didn't feel like it though.
He sat down on one of the bar stools, nodding at Aidan as he passed. He could be civil when he wanted to be. But not after he downed a few more drinks. His hand shaking as he brought the whiskey bottle to his lips. He needed to get drunk and quick.
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Post by Aidan Kinney on Apr 15, 2008 11:25:27 GMT 1
Aidan nodded at him not really knowing who he was. His mind was getting blurry enough to get him to the state where he didn't care about absolutely anything. He put the guitar into the case and picked it up as he walked to the man who looked like Christian, the guitar in one hand and the glass in the otehr. The joint was plased loosely between his lips. "Evening" He said sitting next to the man, wondering if he was stoned enough for a one night stand. If it was even possible in his case.
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Post by Christian Tait on Apr 15, 2008 11:37:14 GMT 1
Christian hadn't expected to hear that voice next to him, which was why he managed to slop the rest of his drink down his front when he jumped in surprise. "damn it" He cursed, dabbing at the stain on the front of his jeans with a napkin. The man was getting mighty brave, being able to just walk up to him while Chris couldn't even look the man in the eyes. But one look at him told Chris that the other didn't fully recognize him or was too stoned to give a damn. He pulled the joint from his lips, putting it out in a nearby ashtray. He couldn't stand the stench. "Evening"
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Post by Aidan Kinney on Apr 15, 2008 12:38:09 GMT 1
Aidan frowned. "Hey, I haven't finished that one yet" He said settling himself comfortably on the stool. Even stoned he realized how much it cost though this was probably the best proof of how miserable Aidan was if he decided to waste his money on that stuff. But he just shrugged. The man was cute and a little clumsy. He could do. Especially that he would remind him of Chris. For that one night Aidan would feel like he was with him again. He decided not to think of how he'd feel in the morning. "Let me help you" He murmured taking a napkin and dabbing at the front of Christian's jeans
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Post by Christian Tait on Apr 15, 2008 21:01:53 GMT 1
"Trust me honey, you're finished.." Christian replied, slamming a few bills on the counter for another drink to replace the one that he had. Just as he was handed a second whiskey he were forced to jump again, this time managing to keep the contents in the bottle. There was another hand in his lap, a familiar long fingered hand that belonged to the stoned man next to him. He let out a shuddering breath. Needless to say his body responded more to him than the drunk blonde that had previously felt him up.
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Post by Aidan Kinney on Apr 15, 2008 21:06:52 GMT 1
Aidan noticed his response and smiled wickedly. "Your pants are wet. I think you should take them off stud" He murmured the sentence into Christian's ear then licked his earlobe slowly. "I could help....if you want" A sober Aidan would never say such thing to a stranger and to Christian he'd be blushing crimson. This Aidan didn't care. This was like being with Christian again
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Post by Christian Tait on Apr 15, 2008 21:22:32 GMT 1
Aidan was putting the moves on him, that was the thing that surprised Christian the most. The Aidan he knew would never do anything as bold as this right here. He leaned away from him some as the other licked his ear, waiting for the thing that attracted him to him the most. His blush. It never came. He briefly wondered if he should tell him who he was or not, but decided on the latter in fear that Aidan would run off on him if he knew. Chris needed this, maybe one more night to be close with him to get that feeling of loss out of his chest. "You are being awfully forward Sir. No roses and a dinner first?"
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Post by Aidan Kinney on Apr 15, 2008 21:53:03 GMT 1
Aidan reached out to play with the collar of Christian's shirt. "That's because you remind me of someone. You know...I don't know you...but I don't need to, right? And you remind me of someone I really like..." He murmured all that in a seductive voice looking at Christian with lust. The blush wouldn't come if it wasn't triggered
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Post by Christian Tait on Apr 15, 2008 22:00:58 GMT 1
Christian scooted forward a couple of inches as he played with his collar, keeping his own hands in his lap like a good little boy. For now. "Someone you really like? Who might that be?" He questioned, cocking his head to the side. Would Aidan say his name? Surely not, though he would be awfully depressed if he said someone else. "Wouldn't you rather put the moves on him instead of some stranger?"
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Post by Aidan Kinney on Apr 15, 2008 22:31:24 GMT 1
Aidan sighed. "you don't know him....his name is Christian" He turned to the bartender and ordered another drink spilling some coins onto the counter. "And he doesn't want me" He shrugged. "HE thinks I can't handle his past while the truth is I can't handle myself. but he can't see it. So what's the point trying?" He shrugged again then downed his drink
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