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Post by nicholas robert harlow; on Dec 20, 2011 17:16:13 GMT -5
I'M THE NEW CANCER [/B][/size][/font][/size] •• N E V E R • L O O K E D • B E T T E R ••[/i] A N D Y O U C A N ' T S T A N D I T- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Nick couldn't help but feel like it would've been a lot easier if Scarlett hadn't got her promotion and he had not ended up needing a job in America. It wasn't that he didn't like his job. On the contrary, he quite enjoyed the way he could get off work any time he wanted, as long as he was sure the band were still touring. There was less office work associated with managing the band, for the simple reason that he was always expected to be out and about, cinching interviews and other things that the band apparently needed to function. However, the downside was this: He always knew where to find them. While some would think that, for DJ Gross, he was quite lucky if he knew where they were at a given time, it meant that they were in a club at this time of night. And as some who was what they liked to label a "recovering alcoholic", he didn't not appreciate the fact that he was sorely tempted to drink alcohol whenever he was around the club districts of town, and that that was wehre they liked to hang out. He couldn't blame them, and at the same time, he was annoyed at himself -- feeling like he was somehow infinitely older and wiser for knowing that the world did not revolve around partying and girls when he was about the same age as them. If he wasn't very careful, he was going to get an ego. A bigger ego than the one he currently possessed, that is.
He was lucky, then, that he had allowed himself to smoke (contrary to popular belief, for all the concessions he had made for his wife, she was not the one who had decided he should stop drinking and gambling. That had been himself, and the moment of this change, this momentous decision, could be traced back to the exact time she had said, "I'm pregnant."). Even so, he smoked out of the house, to save his daughter from bad influences like himself. He pulled a lighter out of his pocket as he walked down the street, lighting up the cigarette and taking a drag before wondering whether he would have to enter every club and bar around here to find one of them. You could just call them, he reminded himself. Even if he did manage to track one or both of them down (and apparently, they were dating now? So surely they'd be together -- but he suspected that there was an open relationship clause involved), they might be drunk and not care about an important interview tomorrow that he had managed to snag by telling the magazine in question that they would get the exclusive on ... something or other about the band. He was waiting for the moment that he had to sell DJ Gross by saying that they were an educational band, because if people kept up an aversion to them, it would get to that point. Truthfully, he was scared that they wouldn't answer and at least telling one of them in person would be enough for him to rest easy. And tell people that he had tried his best, told them in person, and it wasn't his fault if anything went wrong -- like a hangover.
Finding a local club that appeared to be a hive of activity, he decided that it was incredibly likely that he would find someone in there, or if not, someone who'd seen them. It was still early, technically; they wouldn't have left yet. He dropped the cigarette end on the floor and ground it out, feeling like he should do something about littering, but really not in the mood to berate himself for it. No one paid him any attention, too caught up in their own lives, and once he had entered, he glanced around expectantly, heading to the bar. The barman seemed a little busy, thankfully, so Nick wasn't tempted to order anything (because, hello, one did one order plain water in a club). He looked around, wondering if he would actually find a member of DJ Gross in this club tonight, or if this was a fool's mission.
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Post by javier theodore lionford; on Dec 29, 2011 3:30:05 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,1,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,border-right: 30px solid #048c56; border-left: 30px solid #048c56; border-radius: 0em 0em 0em 0em; -moz-border-radius: 0em 0em 0em 0em; background-color: #c7c7c7; width: 400px; height: 400px;] seeing double vision i'm thinking maybe I can't have relationships 'Cause lately they're not making any sense, and baby, you're the one thing on my mind, and that can change anytime [atrb=width,200][atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=width,200,true]
Being a member of a band did typically require commitment and responsibility, but Javier wanted to point out that he had never been very dedicated in his newfound career as a musician in the first place. Sure, he had a sort of passion for music (not a smoldering, burning one, of course; it was more like a dimly lit end of a cigarette), but as far as he was concerned, he would be one of those burn-out musicians who faded into obscurity and nothingness. Catchy lyrics and amusing sexual innuendos could only sustain the audience of DJ Gross for so long. However, thus far, his celebrity status meant quick cash and increased popularity among members of the female persuasion, so he wouldn’t complain. He planned to make the most out of short-lived career which had begun when an opportunity had unexpectedly presented itself to him. There was more than enough time for him to ever consider settling down and living a steady life void of endless partying and fooling around with women who would never really mean anything to him.
Always sporting this sort of mindset allowed him to slip away from the tour bus and to a nearby club that seemed to be teeming with eager partygoers. For a very brief second, he remembered that he was better off staying sober because his presence was needed for an interview the next day, but he easily shoved that memo into the darkest corner of his mind. It was his manager’s job to keep track of him to make sure he stayed in a reasonably good condition, and if Nick couldn’t do it, then it was his own fault.
As a result, Javier now found himself lounged on one of the sofas lining the sides of the club’s perimeters with a blonde perched on his lap, her thin arms wrapped around him as if to keep him from slipping out of her grasp. The fact that the said blonde was not a certain Nana Fenty was noteworthy, and the paparazzi would surely catch wind of it soon. Even before he had even considered asking her out, people had made a big fuss of some supposed relationship between him and his fellow band member, gushing over how they would be the ideal couple. It seemed that their shared reputation for being promiscuous was something that the tabloids chose to disregard. In the end, the two did end up dating, though the catch was likely that it was an open relationship. Of course, he didn’t really mind. The fact that he had asked her out had given the band some welcome coverage, and it was hardly a change of pace from the way they already slept with just about anyone they deemed attractive, including each other.
On the other hand, it was unusual that the manager of DJ Gross seemed like such a respectable guy, unlike the people he watched over. Jav was never really the type who cared about what others were known for, but it was hard not to be aware of the fact that Nick was married. Not that he would be forming any permanent relationships with any lucky lady anytime soon, but he simply couldn’t wrap his mind around the concept of marriage. It hadn’t worked for his parents; it hadn’t work with the very select few friends he had who tried to trade in the partying sort of lifestyle for a more quiet and peaceful one; it wouldn’t work for him. He wasn’t the least bit interested in sticking to just one girl, and he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to anyway. There weren’t enough failed relationships to completely jade him from the idea of commitment just yet, but a lifetime with only one other person? It was preposterous,
Lifting a glass to his lips, he sought to feel a cool burn blaze down his throat, but he felt nothing. A frown formed on his lips when he observed the obvious: he was out of beer. Sending a glance to the woman who had taken his legs as a seat, Jav wondered if it would be rude for him to ask her to get off. Would that greatly reduce his chances of getting lucky that night? Deciding not to risk it quite yet, he reached over and took her drink from her hands, taking a quick sip before handing it back. He half expected to see Nick show up at some point, scolding him for preparing to appear as a mess for tomorrow’s interview.
nick - 760 - so sleepy...
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