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[vienna lorelei hart;]

Every night was almost the same. She would do something with the band, and then she would go back to the tour bus and call Dylan and wish him a good night and sweet dreams, and she’d be left to her own devices, which usually meant booze and boys. In most cases, it was a habit to go out and go wild, but tonight, Vienna felt like she needed a pleasant distraction. She was beginning to grow tired of her lifestyle and wished that she could be home, hugging her son in her arms and reading him bedtime stories. She even wished that maybe she knew a good guy who would make everything feel normal, as if she didn’t borderline on being a washout with a dead-end life. She missed the little boy’s smiling face, and now that he was five, it meant he was in kindergarten. It didn’t sound characteristic of her to think so, but she wanted to be home, where she would wake up every morning and grumble about wanting to sleep in while her mother slaved over the stove and she ran around, getting Dylan ready for school.

But no, the world simply had to revolve around money, and she simply had to have a career that would bring in a much needed income to support her family and their lavish lifestyles. It was all too depressing when she thought about it, and the ironic solution was to go out and party, even though she wasn’t particularly in the mood for it. A person usually had to be in the mood for those sorts of things, lest they become killjoys, but she always had been great at faking a seductive smile and winking to get boys to fall all over themselves for her. It was all about confidence, she’d say.

That was how Vie winded up in some nameless nightclub out in the middle of nowhere. She just let her feet take her to the part of town where the nightlife was most active, and then she followed the crowds that survived on a steady flow of alcohol and drugs. It was probably a matter of concern that she hadn’t had a clue where she ended up, but the issue seemed to pale in comparison to the importance of getting a nice seat at the bar area and making some poor fool pay for her drinks even though she was perfectly capable of paying for herself. The blonde wanted to felt needed tonight, so the proper solution was simply to lead a guy on and make him think he would actually get something from her that night, and then she would happily leave when satisfied. If she felt nice enough and the guy had a pretty enough face, she might have taken him home with her, but when she was drinking to get rid of homesickness, she was quite certain she wanted to wake up in an empty bed with her face against her pillow.

By the time she was on her fourth drink, she had a sneaking suspicion that perhaps she was better off calling someone from the band to pick her up before she staggered home with a stranger. Calling the other girls seemed to be somewhat of a bad idea, considering they would probably ditch her to go flirting around themselves. Quite frankly, the only reliable person involved with the band was the manager. But Isaac never did seem to enjoy returning her cat calls and shameless comments, and she never knew why. Probably because he was just so darn responsible and professional, and because of that, his job for tonight would be to take her home safe and sound, though the whole finding her part would be his problem.

Digging her cell phone out of her pocket, she scrolled through her list of contacts to his name and sent a quick text message:

'Come find me and take me home? I’m lost and a little buzzed. I’ll love you if you be my Superman for tonight.'

tag;;: Isaac
word count;; 6 7 4
muse;; Drifting alone, waiting to be used.
notes;; Hi? Something? I like cookies and killed this thread starter?

[isaac andon warren;]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 20 20 20 20px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/h82va.png); background-repeat:repeat-xy; width: 500px;] - - - - - - - - - - - - - like a harbor starves for a ship - - - I await the arrival of her lips She's starboard side, She's well equipped. I'm in the ocean, Causing commotion. She should've known from the start Her heart was my favorite part. Overthrow the status quo, never listen to the lingo. Isaac had actually managed to get to sleep that night. The girls in With Your Friends had kept out of trouble as best they could that day so the messes for him to clean up with the public were low. Certainly less then normal, and Isaac was thankful for that. He loved his job, gave everything he had to it. And he was happy, as happy as one could be. A loud noise spurred Isaac from the deep sleep he'd been in, a low groan escaping from his throat as he rolled over in his bed, immediately hitting the floor of the bus as he mistook the distance he though he'd had left. Now a lump on the floor Isaac murmured low curses, a glare fixated on the world and nothing in particular as he began searching for his cellphone that he kept right by his bed. As his fingers ran over the cool form of the form Isaac leaned back against his bed, and unlocked the iPhone. Taking a few minutes to read the message multiple times Isaac dropped the phone on the floor, leaning his head back against his bed and groaning. So was his life. 'You so owe me a coffee in the morning. Black. Large.' Picking up his phone again Isaac tapped out a quick reply, swallowing down his irritation. At least Vie had texted him instead of dragging some bum with her and possibly getting hurt or creating a mess for him to clean up. In essence, Vie was really saving him time. A little suprised she'd texted her Isaac shoved out of the comforter still wrapped around him and threw it on his bed, vowing he'd be back in time to get more sleep before he had to start the day. Vie could be anywhere, but Isaac had been the manager for the band long enough that they all quickly got bored with the local haunts, Vie more then the others. Isaac had guessed it was because she used the partying to cover up things, and he'd never pushed for information from her. As long as she showed up for practice and concerts Isaac had no problem with what she did. Lucky for the girls' he was a dedicated manager, not like he had much else in his life to dedicated himself to. Pushing up from the floor and snatching his phone up he lumbered towards where he kept his suitcase and threw on the first clothes he came to: a dark tee shirt and jeans. Running his fingers through his hair Isaac let out a sigh and grabbed a dark zip-up coat and his keys. Isaac decided to skip out on checking out the local haunts of the current town they were in for the tour as he started up his vehicle he was using for the tour. Groaning and running a hand over his face he began driving in the general direction of the nearest town, beginning to agree with Vie's sentiment of him being her Superman. Pulling into the parking lot of the first club he came to Isaac got out of the vehicle and went into the club, tossing a glare to the bouncer who dared to ID him. Really, most bouncers became familiar with him in the first week. Pushing past the sweating bodies Isaac looked for Vie, fully expecting to find her in a massive crowd and instead finding her by herself by the bar. Relieved he'd actually managed to find her at the first club he'd entered he strode towards her, his purpose to grab her, haul her over his shoulder if he must, and get her settled in for the night before allowing himself to go back to sleep in his bed. The look on her face however, caused Isaac to pause and slow his advance towards her. Coming to stand by her with his hands in his pockets Isaac watched Vie closely, offering her a slim smile as he spoke. "You okay Vie?" Of course he'd been around Vie many, many times. Yet that'd never stopped Isaac from admiring her beauty. He knew Vie was better then the life of partying and sleeping around she gave herself, but who was he to discourage her. "No one's bothering you right?" Isaac glanced around them though saw no one making a fool of themselves. He rarely played alpha-male when it came to his band members but the down-trodden look on Vie's face caused a protective instinct in him to reach out. If only things were that easy. WORDS: 757 TAGGED: vienna NOTES: daaawwww THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY ARRO AT CAUTION 2.0

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[vienna lorelei hart;]

On more than one occasion, Vienna wondered how Isaac could stand dealing with the rest of the band. All of the girls were virtually whores who caused public spectacles, and he constantly had to trail along behind them, fixing everything up. As far as she knew, he didn’t benefit or anything; had it been any other guy, he would probably try to sleep around with the girls, and none of them would likely mind much, if at all. In the rare moments when the girls had actual conversations, they all revealed that he never made any advances toward them, and he never treated as anything more than people he managed. As a result, she had taken it upon herself to constantly hit on him in hopes of finding some sort of crack in his armor. It wasn’t very hard to feign interest since he was attractive enough in her opinion, but thus far, none of her advances were ever successful. The one point she wanted to emphasize was that she was by no means in love with him in any way, shape, or form. Girls like her had a habit of flirting whenever they pleased, and very rarely did it mean much more than that.

In all honesty, Vienna supposed the one thing that irked her to no end was how easily he just ignored her. She was used to being showered with male attention, yet he could effortlessly make her feel like she didn’t exist. Of course, he never went out of his way to make her feel particularly terrible, but she had a sneaking suspicion that he was kind simply because it was his job to act so. Then again, she probably would have hated herself if she were in his shoes as well. It was a given that With Your Friends girls were trouble already, but she took drama to a whole new level. She was a constant magnet for all sorts of trouble and mischief, and Isaac was always left with the aftermath of finding a solution to every situation. In a petty sort of way, it was her way of exacting her revenge since he remained immune to her charms. Many might accuse her of feeling jealous whenever she felt particularly annoyed when he paid attention to the other girls in the band, but she knew for a fact that her anger was simply a result of the fact that she believed she was the only one he should focus on, and as a result, she would act out worse and worse to make sure his eyes were on her and her only.

Monopolizing Isaac’s attention had grown to be something that she found necessary to do. Perhaps it was twisted or silly or irrational, but a certain streak of possessiveness had her thinking that his world was only allowed to revolve around her. Had it been a different scenario where he devoted all his time to her, she probably would have ignored him and laughed scornfully at his ceaseless dedication. There was just something inexplicably appealing about a guy who seemed to play hard-to-get, even if it did have her itching to tear her hair out from frustration occasionally. Still, she wouldn’t die without him. He was one among hundreds and thousands of other men who would gladly cater to her every whim and fancy, and she was never lacking in guys to crawl in bed with.

After a few more drinks, the blonde began to grow impatient and concluded that he probably decided to ignore her and leave her to her own devices, and it annoyed her. The exact moment the thought finished passing through her mind, the crowd of men who had wanted to treat her to drinks dispersed. Tilting her head, she wondered what happened, and the answer came in the form of Isaac’s presence. There was something about the way he carried himself that intimidated her admiring fans, though she believed the domineering air was simply a temptation for her to drag him to her bed when she was sober and in a better mood. His questions reassured her that he cared for her to a certain extent, and with a wry smile, she replied, “I’m fine. Totally fine. I just need a little company. Someone who can take me home and tuck me into bed when I’m completely trashed.”

How was she supposed to explain to him that her uncharacteristic depression was a result of homesickness and the desire to play a larger role in her son’s life? She doubted he even knew that she was a mother of a little five year old boy. Dylan had visited a few times after some of her concerts, but the occasional few minutes with him wasn’t enough time. She never specified to the rest of the band who he was to her, but she figured they likely concluded that he was anything but a son. It was up to them to connect the dots. None of this was stuff she could or would confide in Isaac with, so she settled for playing it off as If she were lonely. “Join me for a few drinks, won’t you? The night’s still young, and I’m not satisfied yet. Have at least one drink, and then I promise you won’t have to drag me away while I throw a bitch fit or something.”

tag;;: Isaac
word count;; 8 9 9
muse;; Dying a slow death.
notes;; This was an amazingly terrible reply. I'm sorry! x.x