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Mar 17, 2015 11:33:31 GMT -5 @ashley said:
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Can't feel anything, when will I learn I push it down, push it down The roar of the blue mustang rumbled through the small town, as the owner had made his way home from Seattle. The bright headlights contrasted with the black pavement as he rolled down the street. His vision watched the road intently as he rolled into town, wheels coming to a stop in front of the Smokin' Hot Bar and Grill. A hard day at work, meant some drinking to soothe himself. Let's also add it was the anniversary of his mother's death. 1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink 1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink 1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink Throw 'em back, till I lose count He wondered how his little sister Zoey was doing. Surely she was hit as hard as he was, both suffered traumatically, and still trying to work through it. When Ash returned home every evening she had a smile and a hug waiting for him. She never cried, never showed pain, but deep down he knew, she was suffering. Not just the loss of their mother, but the abuse and assault she went through. As much as he wanted her to be strong about it, she needed time to break down about it too, just as he did. Maybe she was out spending it with her friends, maybe she decided to stay home. To be honest, he knew she'd somehow be okay, and she knew he would be too. I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist Like it doesn't exist His skull was gently laid on the steering wheel, as he looked at the seat beside him, the black leather the only thing in his vision. He tried to focus away from everything, to focus on nothing at all. He stayed in this position for almost twenty minutes before he finally turned the key in the ignition to turn the car off, and pulled them to hang them on his metal finger. Rubbing his face with his soft skinned hand, he opened the car door and stepped out, closing the door softly behind him as he walked into the bar. Once inside he settled at the counter in a barstool before shoving his keys over the counter to the bartender. I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier He didn't really care what he had to drink, something strong, and a lot. Once the bartender gave it to him, his human hand curled around the glass and brought it to his lips. Almost not having the effort to tip it to take a drink he held it at his mouth for over a minute before taking the drink and setting it down, and ordered a round of shots. Once those came, he brought a shot glass to his lips counted to three and drank it, placing the glass back down on the counter and chasing it with his mixed drink he received beforehand. [d But I'm holding on for dear life, won't look down won't open my eyes Keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I'm just holding on for tonight Laying his head on the counter, his dark brown hair just touched it, he turned toward the stage and the rather small dance floor, a few people were already off the deep end of being totally wasted and just having a good time. He didn't plan on it, his fingers gripped a shot glass once more as he brought his head up. Once again on the count of three he tipped the glass, placed it down, chased it. Help me, I'm holding on for dear life, won't look down won't open my eyes Keep my glass full until morning light, 'cause I'm just holding on for tonight Although Ash didn't think himself as suicidal, he still wished that his brother would have killed him instead. His mother didn't deserve to die, all she did was provide Gary, Zoey, and himself a strong foundation in life, showed them life was something worth living... Even through abuse. Shaking his head, once more a shot was downed. He tried to break it up many times, he told his teachers when he was in school, it just seemed like nobody cared enough to help. There wasn't a whole lot a teenage boy could do. On for tonight Ash stared at his hand for a long time, flexing the metal fingers, each one slowly. Why couldn't have it just been him instead? He was a reckless child, his mother deserved better. The thought about his childhood brought a half smile to the corner of his lips, along with a light chuckle as he picked up another shot. "One, Two, Three, Drink." He tossed the shot into his mouth, set the glass down, but this time didn't chase it, just sat there and let the alcohol burn his mouth and throat before completely swallowing it. 'Cause I'm just holding on for tonight Only a half an hour had passed, but it felt like a lifetime. At this point he had lost track of how many shots he had, as well as how many mixed drinks he had. He wondered how much longer he could hold onto the fact his brother got off scot free for killing his mother, his mother being gone, and the horrors Zoey went through. His spine bent forward as he laid his head back on the counter. Drinking was usually a fun social event for this young man, but there was two reasons that made it a boring affair... The loss of a loved one, and suffering that pain. Not only that but just the fact he was drinking alone. Oh, I'm just holding on for tonight | Name Ashley Fleischer Tag @clairese or Open Words 824 words Music Chandelier - Sia |
Mar 21, 2015 2:35:49 GMT -5 @clair said:
Clairese couldn't help but be anamored by the small little town in the middle of nowhere, and she was thankful that her daddy had decided to relocate her there to run one of his little projects. She couldn't complain, her workers were dedicated little worker bees, and the town people were good natured-they didn't think that she was trying to steal the glory away from its festivities or anything. She was dressed in what she thought was appropriate attire for a little western town in the summer-daisy duke cut off shorts, a tank top with a tied denim unbuttoned cut off shirt over it. Of course it was still rather popping, and her breasts were quite pronounced over the top. A pearl necklace, one of her mothers, hung around her neck just above where her breasts were popping out. Diamond and pearl earrings dangled like chandeliers from her ears, her lips were a cherry red and her eye shadow was a golden blue, to go with the denim top. She donned a black pair of cowboy boots and a black cowboy hat, bringing it all together with a large belt buckle-an actual rodeo medal that she'd gotten from an ex boyfriend.
She was supposed to meet some friends from the city here, and when she arrived they were already waiting for her. One of them was going to be the DD, so it didn't matter if she got sloshed-which she completely planned on doing, tomorrow was Sunday and the little cafe was closed. She saw the man sitting at the bar alone out of the corner of her eye, but didn't think much of it at first. The girls ordered a few rounds of shots-tequila mostly, before finally settling on their fruity drinks, of course hers was a sex on the beach. She kept glancing over to the lone man at the bar, perhaps drawn to his rugged nature, perhaps drawn to the fact that he looked a little older...perhaps because he had something shiny on his hand, who really knew what was going through her mind, she sure as hell didn't.
It wasn't long before her friends were ready to drag themselves to the dance floor, but Clairese was saddened by the man sitting alone, and she said she would join them in a moment.
With her hands clasped together by her waist and swinging back and forth like a little school girl, she slowly sauntered toward the man, taking him in. He was certainly different than the other men she had seen in town, which is perhaps what intrigued her. She ran her teeth over her lips as she finally made her way to beside him, and tapped him delicately on the shoulder. She'd had a few drinks, but her voice was still rhythmic and perfect as she cleared her throat and spoke, sliding delicately in the seat beside him for a moment. Her blue eyes twinkled as she looked at him in pure admiration, as if he was her savior and nothing else in the world mattered. But, perhaps, that's how it was supposed to be...because there was a lot the girl was naive about in this world, sheltered mostly by her father's good intentions. She knew she was beautiful, but she didn't know what the world could do to beautiful people.
"Hey, why don't you come join me on the dance floor? I hate seeing someone look so lonely."
She gave him a smile and reached out, placing her delicate hand on his metal one that rested on the bar. She hadn't even noticed it, and only noticed it when she felt the cold metal instead of skin. She glanced down, staring in awe at it's mastery. She looked back up to him, and smiled.
"Your hand is cold, dancing will warm it up."
She smirked slightly and her eyes twinkled a little mischeviously, as she didn't wait for an answer and instead slid her fingers around his hand and tugged on it gently as she stood up from her stool.
"Come on, it'll be fun. And don't tell me you've got two left feet, because so do I."
She giggled, and tugged a little harder, turning away from him and causing her hair to bounce and sway a little, framing her face as she turned profile as if it was some sort of angelic halo.
Jun 9, 2015 18:53:31 GMT -5 @ashley said:
He noticed the bouncy girl enter the bar, intrigued by how pronounced her breasts where, and he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander down to the daisy dukes. A light smile brought to his lips, he then shook his head. When was the last time he tapped an ass like that, he couldn’t remember. He turned back to his drinks, completely lost count, and completely out of it, until the girl bounced over.He lifted his head from the counter, as he had laid it there before. His eyebrows furrowed, why would this pretty little lady be coming near a rugged brute like him? As she spoke, her words ran in a gurgled mess in his head, his mind unable to straighten them out. He tilted his head to the side, still trying to work what she had said out.
As her hand touched his prosthetic he nearly flinched out from under her. Granted he couldn’t feel anything, but just the sure fact she decided to touch it. His brain finally worked out the words she had spoke, he was about to speak when she pulled on his arm, it loosely followed her but as she pulled harder he nearly stumbled out of his chair. Still processing her words before she pulled him up, as they reached the dance floor he finally figured them out. “Forget two left feet, I have two stumps.” He muttered a drink still in his other hand, the one she didn’t hold. He couldn’t help but watch the light hit her blond hair just right, making her appear angelic. Pft, an angel with a bastard like him.
Once on the dance floor, he merely stood there, not sure exactly what to do, although staring at her breasts seemed like a good idea to his muttled mind. A smirk pulled across his lips as he took another drink.
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