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[bradley wyatt del rosa]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top: #bd003e 8px solid; border-bottom: #bd003e 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/24o0v2t.png);] [atrb=width,400] DAY'S NIGHT TODAY the way brad saw it, no one had ever truly lived until they had usurped the stage on open mic night and treated the entire bar to the best gender-swapped rendition of "anything goes" that they had ever witnessed, complete with him walking up to random people and jumping onto random tables during the instrumental breaks. honestly, he would have made a brilliant reno. of course he had to get back to the stage eventually when the manager came out to yell at him, but it didn't stop him from finishing his performance with all the flair of a broadway starlet, arms spread and lifting slowly at his side until he finished the final note. of course, no one really cared much for the theatrics and were mainly just amused because they were drunk and he was drunker, but still he took his bows for the few applause he managed to receive before his sister grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the bar, always his logic and good sense when he was in need. of course she couldn't stay long. annika never could for some reason - she was always running around doing something or another and though brad would very much just like to hang out with her and ensure that she wasn't out raising hell, they were both adults now. he couldn't really babysit her and she trusted him to sober up before he attempted to get home. they were no longer the same kids who had no one but one another. brad made friends like crazy and would be fine in a bar filled with a bunch of strangers who were still giggling over the fact that he had completely dominated that stage - and annika, well, she had grown fiercely independent while she had to finish up school without her brother by her side and would survive without him there to wish her luck with every step that she took. but it was still a little troubling that he wouldn't have anywhere there to pull him off the stage again if he got the urge to burst out in another broadway favorite. honestly, he didn't know how many more people in the bar would happen to know how to play. "just water for him," his sister told the bartender as they approached, and brad felt a laugh leave his lips as he sat down on one of the bar stools, immediately leaning his head onto his hand, supporting himself on his elbow. he didn't get drunk a lot. he didn't like to because it reminded him of his dad and all the shit that he had to put up with because of him. but he didn't see anything wrong with going out and getting a little tipsy every now and then - like once every few months or so. he was almost twenty-three; he could do whatever he wanted. however those nights usually were put on hold because in the morning he would wake up swearing he would never drink again. he did stupid, outrageous things when he was drunk. nothing that he regretted but enough to make him blush and say, "dude, no, don't tell that story again," every time his friends tried to talk about how they met him. "you're silly, ani," he found himself saying, looking over at the bartender. "she's silly. a silly willy...billy...gilly...jilly...killy...dilly..." annika laughed and thanked the bartender for the glass of water, pushing it over in front of brad's face. he immediately took a drink and set it down with finality before saying, "milly," and falling silent, laying his head down on the bar. through a thin haze, he could hear his sister telling the bartender that he was like that even when he wasn't drunk, to keep an eye on him, and to just keep giving him water until he was relatively coherent. and to keep him off the stage. at that, he let out a quiet groan and he heard his sister's laugh again. then she was gone, and he was left with just the bartender, who was smiling at him looking incredibly amused. "i was fucking amazing tonight," he told the guy, waving his finger at him sternly, "don't even deny it." he took another drink of water as the man laughed, looking back longingly at the stage to see who was up there now. honestly he wanted to get back up. but one tap on his shoulder and a shake of the head from the bartender told him that probably wasn't happening any time soon. tag: open outfit: CLICK notes: yeah i don't know

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[delilah symone richards]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 846 ( TAGGED ) RENEE/BRAD ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Del wasn’t much of a singer, and if you really wanted her opinion of herself she would tell you that she wasn’t really much of anything all that great. Just a relatively common girl in a world that was filled with more girls like her type than she ever wanted to pay much attention to, and Del would be the first to tell you just how ununique her story was. A foster kid, who had seen more than a little bit of fucked upness in her life, and she was damaged because of it, but it wasn’t that big of a deal. It was whatever. It was life and she had long since gotten used to life throwing shit in her general direction that it had stopped phasing her long before this moment. The brunette was a bit of a drinker, though, not so much that she got trashed every night but she wasn’t about to pass a night out with her buds, even if they had decided to go to a bar on karaoke night. Which, was all well and good she supposed, except for one fact, a few rounds in they started picking on her to get up on the stage. It was, well, it was humiliating. It wasn’t what she wanted to do. It wasn’t something she was comfortable with. But the bribe of a few shots and a bet of twenty bucks that she wouldn’t go through with it had her more than a little convinced. With the burn of alcohol still on her throat and in the middle of laughing over a joke her name was called. Delilah literally felt her heart fall out of her ass. Was she doing this? Was she really going to do this? Yeah, she was, because really, she didn’t have the twenty bucks to spare and she was just drunk enough to go through with it. Lord she was going to hear about this when the morning came, she just knew it. And she was going to want to stick her head in a hole in the ground after the whole of it, something she also knew. Sometimes, Del really did feel that she hated her friends, no matter how much she adored them, right in that moment she would rather not have any friends if the friends she had were going to con her into going up to that mic. Especially when she had to follow some of the performances that had just happened, including that cute boy that had literally rocked the house, or more so some tables. “I fucking hate every last one of you,” she said with a glare before raising from her seat and making her way towards the stage. There was a few deep breaths that came out in shaky exhales and hands wrapped around the mic stand so tightly that her knuckles were turning white She sang in the shower, she sang in the car with the radio blasting, she sang when people weren’t around. But she sure as shit didn’t do this. Right in that moment, she hated that she couldn’t turn down a bet. One of her friends gave her two big cheesy thumbs up while the others just kept eyes on her and she shook her head and glared before running fingers through her hair and pushing it out of her face. The girl licked her lips and looked around the place when the music began to start. She was going to fuck up, she knew that she was going to fuck it, she was going to just make a damn fool of herself. But by some miracle when it came time for her to sing the words did come and her voice was actually pleasant sounding. The entire time that she sang she had her eyes closed, trying to block out all the people around her and just focus on standing and not passing out right there on the stage. Then the song was over and she moved away from the mic, fingers sore from holding on so tightly and she made her way off the stage. “Pay up ass hole,” she said with a smirk holding her hand out. And with the twenty laying in the palm of her hand she went up to the bar sitting down on an empty bar stool. “Hey bar keep, can I get two shots of Tarantula?” Her attention then turned to the man who she was sitting beside and there was a warm smile on her lips. “You were a really tough act to follow, just so you know,” she spoke in teasing tones eyes moving over his body for a moment. He was cute, no, he was really cute. And she had no idea why she had never met him before, then again, he might live elsewhere. Either way, Del was never the sort of girl to pass up meeting someone new, especially not someone that was attractive as this one young man. “Delilah,” she introduced offering her hand. “Most people just call me Del.” i stole this and you love me so i win everything also this is the song

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[bradley wyatt del rosa]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top: #bd003e 8px solid; border-bottom: #bd003e 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/24o0v2t.png);] [atrb=width,400] DAY'S NIGHT TODAY the girl who was up on stage after him wasn't bad - her voice was decent. he wasn't going to lie and say that he was something brilliant and magical, but it would be a lie to say that he wasn't better than her. she was still good though and really cute so it wasn't painful to watch and he found himself clapping rather loudly and obnoxiously by the end of it, much to the amusement of the bartender that his sister had left him with. whatever. drunk or not, he still probably would have been like that. it was just in his nature and he couldn't even find himself bothered by it at all, though of course he did draw a lot of attention to himself. that was just one of the things he lived with by being bradley del rosa. people stared. because he was loud, he made a scene, and let's face it - he was cute as hell. he applauded until the girl was off the stage and then turned back to the bartender. "you're hot," he said loudly to the man, who smiled in turn. "i mean seriously. hooooot." he drew out the word before taking a long drink of water. thankfully, though, someone else stole his attention before he could go back onto a rant about how cute the bartender was. it was the girl who was just onstage who had just sat down next to him and got a drink. he opened his mouth as though to say something about her performance but found himself instead just finishing off his water and smiling and blowing a sloppy kiss at the bartender when he immediately replenished his supply. seriously, people were amazing. that bartender was amazing. that girl next to him was amazing. everyone was amazing and he felt like saying it out loud but again found his mouth distracted by water. he really needed to sober up a bit. it wouldn't stop the stupid things from spewing from his mouth but at least it would keep a tighter hold on those things he didn't need to put so bluntly, such as the physical attractiveness of the man who was now under orders from his sister to not give him anymore alcohol. though maybe if he was nice enough and said pretty please he could get another beer. he turned to ask but was interrupted this time not by his own glass of water but by the girl who sat down next to him. immediately, he beamed. he loved strangers. god he loved strangers more than anyone else in the world and especiallyt he ones who weren't afraid to take the stage. those were the best kinds of strangers because face it - people who didn't have guts like that were boring. nothing was better than that rush, and he thought of how to eloquently tell her that without sounding creepy. but his thoughts got all jumped and he instead just said, "i'm bradley! well brad. bradley wyatt. wyatt. fun name. you can call me whatever you want unless it's incredibly vulgar. because in that case, i'm going to have to ask you to fuck off because that's just rude." the bartender snorted and brad took another sip of water. "sorry, i don't normally drink." he reached out and took her hand, shaking it firmly. "very nice to meet you del, you have soft hands. and a soft voice. very pleasant. your voice i mean, though i guess your hands are pleasant too." maybe it wasn't such a good idea for annika to leave him alone. oh well. he wasn't going to question it. he rambled a bit when he was drunk and got a little more carried away than usual but overall? that was how he acted. spastic. and he said weird things and he swore and he complimented men and women on their appearances and noticed small things about people and grew very excited by them. like a very excited puppy that just got thrown into a crowd of strangers who were all looking to adopt. that was the best analogy really to describe how eager he was to meet people. "thanks for the compliment, though," he added almost as an afterthought. "i think my reno needs a little work and let's face it - getting kicked off the tables killed the performance. but overall, i think i'd get the part." he nodded thoughtfully before examining del's face. she was very pretty indeed. prettier up close. "i liked yours, though. nice contrast and shit. and you embarrassed yourself far less than i did." tag: kit/del outfit: CLICK notes: drunk brad rambles oops

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[delilah symone richards]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 846 ( TAGGED ) RENEE/BRAD ( STATUS ) COMPLETE When it well and came down to it Del wasn’t the kind of girl who went out making a plethora of friends. She had a nice little group of people that she enjoyed spending time with –the majority of them being the Wilsons and the family additions such as Cain- then there were a few of the people that she went to school with that she hung out with. The girl was more than pleased with the people that she spent her time with, for the most part she didn’t see much of a point in adding to the collection of wayward friendships she had. Lets face it Atty was enough work for a friendship than Del had the time for. There was something about this boy, though, something that caused her to want to know him. Maybe it was because he was cute, or because he had some sort of balls to hop up on tables and sing the way that he had. Or hell maybe it was because she was more than a few drinks into the night. Either way, she was sitting beside him now, and she was talking to him even if she was getting strange looks from her friends that she’d left at the table. Brows shot right up to her hairline at his introduction, this man was a talker. Given the men she spent time with –i.e. Jagger, Jason, Cain- she wasn’t used to talkers. At least not people who were so…..excited with life it seemed. Maybe it was the alcohol –for this boy was obviously not sober- or maybe it was just the alcohol was increasing his natural disposition to be what some people could call a bit much. Usually Del wouldn’t have bothered, she wouldn’t have been around someone who was so, optimistic seeming. Not that she was a pessimist, she just, wasn’t all sunshine and roses and shitting rainbows. He didn’t seem like it was faked either, but instead just how he was. She couldn’t help but smile though, his bright disposition almost infectious. The smile sat wide spread on her lips and she lets out a small laugh. “Brad huh? Well, I guess I could call you Brad. Or Jolly Fucker,” she spoke in teasing tones shaking his hand. “Oh yeah? Well, I’m not gunna say that I’m opposed to your drinking right now. Frankly, you’ve been the highlight of my night.” It was the truth too, because, well, what reason did Del have to lie? Another laugh came from her and there was a small shake of her head before she pushed some hair behind to ear. “Well thanks, for the compliments. Though most people don’t really compliment on my hands,” she teased then downed the second shot wincing a bit at the bite that accompanied it. Hazel eyes turned her attention fully back to the boy after giving the bartender a little smile. She wasn’t all too shocked that Brad was drinking water. After dancing on tables people probably didn’t want him fed any more alcohol. Not that Del really minded and she was half tempted to buy him a drink with her winnings. The smile didn’t seem to want to leave her face the more time that she spent with him, though. It wasn’t often that her attention was so torn away from those that she came to the bar with. She couldn’t be bothered to care right then though, because this boy was cute, and he was funny. If only a bit loud, but right in that moment she was more than equipt to deal with it. Thank you intoxication. “Yeah it’s no problem,” she said with another easy chuckle the more words that came from him. “Well I’m sure that if you were auditioning for the part that you would get it if nothing else for the energy that you put into the performance.” It was a true enough statement, not that Del knew much about musical theatre or anything like that. Hell, she rarely even sang unless she was drunk enough or in the shower or there was a bet on the line. To say that least it wasn’t her niche. She had a feeling that it was Brad’s however. “I guess I just don’t have the balls to throw that much into my act. I also only went up there because of a bet. I’m not really a performer, to be perfectly honest. The majority of singing that I do is in the shower, not on stage.” Del was finding Brad oddly easy to be around, and not in the way that she usually was around men. Usually she was after one thing, to get into their pants. This guy though, she was more interested in talking to him, getting to know him, just being around him, which really, REALLY, was unlike the young woman. She was sure enough one of her friends would be coming over to the table any minute to give her shit for it. She could already see Cain eyeing her and the other man. i am so excited that i can finally posteh

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5

[bradley wyatt del rosa]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top: #bd003e 8px solid; border-bottom: #bd003e 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/24o0v2t.png);] [atrb=width,400] DAY'S NIGHT TODAY he found himself nearly choking on his water when the words 'jolly fucker' left her lips. of course, he'd heard worse. a lot worse. one didn't live their live like brad did not hearing random vulgarities thrown out at him because people thought he was too happy or too spastic or too gay or (and this one always got him doubled over in painful laughter) too flirty. he was always hearing something or another, but that was what happened when he put himself in the spotlight like that. some of them were funny and accurate, like what delilah had just said. but some were just cruel. thankfully he'd built up a tolerance for name-calling over the years - some of the worst ones he'd heard while under his own roof, so it was pretty hard for people to get to him. he just laughed them all off now, though that was admittedly unwise of him to do while drinking water. it took a few moments for him to stop coughing, but when he did, he just grinned back at her widely. no harm, no foul. that was the thing about him that most people were attracted to. you couldn't get him down - ever. and when he was drunk, it just made him even more blissfully unaware of anything bad that could possibly be happening. he didn't always pick up on sarcasm or annoyance or when people were being rude and honestly that was for his own sake. thankfully, this girl seemed genuinely pleased to have started the conversation and since he hadn't scared her off yet, he was set - usually if he was a little much, they got up and left within the first ten seconds of conversation, as his introductions were never without the extra comments or compliments whether he was drunk or sober. again - just another thing that happened in the life of bradley del rosa. he felt it was rude to just introduce himself. he always had to include something else. "jolly fucker works," he told her with a small laugh. "pretty spot-on, i'd say. though generally, i just like for people to stick with brad." his grin never left his face though he did laugh again at the mention of his drinking. he was a happy drunk, that much was certain, but brad was a happy anything. it was very hard to get him down. a lot of his friends told him that he should drink more often, especially on days when he was really stressed about work and spent all day sitting in front of the computer drinking coffee and eating tuna until the code decided to work for him. but he didn't see why. he was embarrassing without it. weren't they supposed to discourage further inebriation? "happy to oblige!" he told her brightly. "though drunk or not, i still probably would have done that. open mic night is my kryp-to-nite." he put emphasis on each syllable of the last word before taking another, longer drink of water. "also you're welcome for the compliments. you've got to tell me what kind of lotion you use." which wasn't his most heterosexual of sentences, but brad very rarely acted heterosexual. but seeing as he had just taken down the house with one of the most popular broadway numbers to ever come out of new york, he doubted anyone cared or was even surprised. he grinned when she told him that he would probably get the part if he auditioned. of course, he knew that was impossible. the only role he'd known to be given to someone of a gender opposite of what it usually was (at least on modern broadway) was saint jimmy, and even then, american idiot was no longer playing and he was a dude anyway. it was still nice to hear, though, that his performance had been appreciated. "i really highly doubt that," he told her with another small chuckle, "seeing as reno is a girl. a blonde girl at that. but thank you anyway. the day the stage recognizes me for my talents and gives me the part regardless, i'll be sure to let everyone know you believed in me first." he was admittedly a little surprised to hear that she only went up because of a bet. of course, it happened all the time - he witnessed it, partook in it, even was the one making the bet at times (but never taking it, since everyone knew it was a waste of money). her voice was pleasant, though. he figured she'd want to share that. "i don't think it was balls so much as alcohol that got me on those tables," he admitted with a shrug. "but hey, i think it takes balls to even so much as get up there so why not take a bigger risk while taking a small risk? half the people in this bar couldn't even get a note out if you tried to get them out there." he took another sip of water. "though i think you should sing more outside of the shower. your voice is lovely and your friends were right to draw it out of you." tag: kit/del outfit: CLICK notes: i love them alkjdfsa

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[delilah symone richards]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) idgaf ( TAGGED ) RENEE/BRAD ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Delilah Richards knew better than anyone else that sometimes happy-go-lucky people were only that way when they were drunk. After all alcohol had a way of bringing out the best and worst in people, and happy drunks weren't something all that strange to come across. But this guy, this Brad, she had a itch at the back of her mind saying that he wasn't just like this when he was drunk. That this was who he was, even stone sober, which was more than a lot of people could say for themselves because a lot of people had to drink to be happy. And though Del herself couldn't be lumped in the category of those who were only happy when drunk, or were happy all the time, her being somewhere in the middle gave her the opportunity to appreciate his type of personality. At least in that moment while she was bullshitting with him. If she'd met him on a bad day she really couldn't be sure if she would like being around him. Right then though, there was a pull to sitting on that bar stool and bullshitting with him that she had felt before, but hell, she'd never really thought much into. Nor would she think much into it now because he was just some guy. Some guy that she might end up going home with before the night was done, but she probably wouldn't talk to again no matter how happy or cool he seemed. That was how Del operated, she didn't keep boys around. With the exception of the Wilson boys and Cain -who might as well have changed his last name by this point- and a couple guys from school that were strictly friends. Hanging out with someone after sleeping with them led to relationships, and Del was not that type of girl, nor did she much want to be or did she see the appeal in it. There was appeal in talking to him, though, because if nothing else he was making her laugh. "Oh c'mon. I could call you JF for short and everyone would be going around wondering why the fuck I call you that. It'd be great, you know it would," she spoke in jovial tones before ordering another shot. Del downed the shot before shaking her head lightly the buzz of alcohol starting to take her over thanks to what she'd been drinking before and now the liquor that was causing her stomach to become warm. "I don't know how you do it man. I mean, really, seriously, I just don't have the balls to sing in front of people when I'm sober. I feel like everyone is like -oh i use burts bees lotion you'll have to try it out- judging me ya know? she then shrugged. It was a wonder how certain topics of conversation could blend into another while you were drinking. And if she were a bit more sober she probably would be hoping that he'd be able to follow her line of conversation, but right then she was convinced that he understood what she was saying. Being drunk, after all, did have its advantages in certain situations. This one for instance. A light blush crept into her cheeks when he brought up where the song came from and just how wrong for the part he would be starting out because he had something hanging between his legs. A small nervous laugh escaped lips as she ran fingers through her hair then looked over at him with a slightly apologetic smile. "I'm not gunna lie and say that I knew that, because, well, I didn't. But, fuck, ya know, maybe one day they'll do like a gender reversal on the show. Then all you gotta do is put on a blonde wig and you'll be perfect," she mused before letting out a laugh that was a bit more carefree than she usually let out. It was easy to be calm around this guy, to just be laid back and simple and let all her worries go out the window. Of course, it could've been the alcohol, or maybe it was more. If she ever saw him again that would answer the question that seemed to irrelevant right then and there. "No shit man. I mean even the people who are terrible, I've got to give them credit because at least they're trying ya know? People who get on stage without money on it have more balls than I do that's for sure. And just when she thought that she would be done with her blushing for the night there he went again complimenting her voice which caused teeth to take hold of her bottom lip as she looked away and fingers gave her hair a good ruffle. "Well, thanks. But, I really don't think that I'll be doing a lot of singing outside of the shower anytime soon." Which was more or less the truth because Del wasn't a performer, no matter if she had talent or not. It just wasn't where she fit in with life. i love these two so much <3

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[bradley wyatt del rosa]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top: #bd003e 8px solid; border-bottom: #bd003e 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/24o0v2t.png);] [atrb=width,400] DAY'S NIGHT TODAY one of the reasons brad thought that his sister had found it safe to leave him alone that night was because it was just a normal bar: it wasn't that gay bar that he was always getting dragged into by his friends that ani insisted on coming along to because if any idea is bad, it was getting bradley near gay men when he was drunk. not that he was strictly gay because he wasn't. his tendencies just tended to lean in that direction and he would be the first to admit it because, hey, he liked men. he thought they were pretty, and if they wanted to sit there and tell him that they thought he was pretty, too, he wasn't going to deny them a little bit of company. of course, it usually ended poorly due to the fact that even drunk if the touches became anything more than friendly, he froze up, and that was why annika usually stuck around. to keep brad from making stupid mistakes and talking to people he was attracted to. in this case, though, she'd probably figured that it was okay, that men would stay far, far away after that performance. but sometimes brad sometimes really believed that ani forgot he wasn't actually gay because he didn't think that either one of them had really prepared themselves for del. not just in that she was someone who wasn't afraid to come up and talk to him after he had rocked the fucking house, though he definitely admired that about her and it made him want to actually speak to her. but there was the fact that he got those familiar little feelings like butterflies in his stomach when she laughed and smiled, and the fact that they had already exchanged only a few words but he'd probably be offended if she walked away and left him with nothing. and that never happened to him with girls. he befriended them, held on close to them, made sure that they felt comfortable with him, but he never got those feelings that he usually associated to the feeling he got when an attractive guy pulled him out onto the dance floor. he didn't get those churnings in his stomach nor did he find himself grinning at them as stupidly as he was at del. maybe it was the alcohol thinking all that for him or maybe it was just that del was something new, but he sort of found himself wishing that annika was around the more del spoke to him. it was going to be hard to explain his situation to her if his conversation turned more than friendly. "admittedly," he said, turning away from his glass of water so that he could face del head on, "being called jf would be awesome as a fuckin' possum and the look on everyone's face that i know of would be priceless." he paused to think about it, especially the look that asher or annika would have since the pair of them weren't usually used to feeling left out when it came to any and all inside jokes, since they were the ones who were the most prone to listening to him drone on and on and on when it came to telling stories. "i might actually have to let you do that. no, i must let you do that." he slammed his hand down on the bar and declared, "it is law," causing the bartender to jump and look at him with a raised eyebrow which brad returned with a smile before blowing another kiss and turning his attention back to del. "note to self," he said to her, "do not slam on the bar. got it." "burt's bees though, huh?" he said, trying to keep a separation of topics in his head which was a lot harder than it sounded at the time. "i didn't know they made lotion. i'm going to have to send my sister out to look for some because your hands are so...so soft. i want that for my hands. i want random people i meet in bars to say, bradley, y'know, i appreciate the fact that you just rocked the fucking house but you have soft as fuck ha--wait, judging you? i will kick anyone who is judging you and make them apologize that is just un-accept-able." he pouted as though to emphasize this point, thinking to himself that it would be incredibly unfair for anyone to judge a person who had it in them to go on stage and give it their best shot. it seemed fairly rude to him and he was sure his exaggerated pout was enough to get that message across. his attention was quickly stolen again, though, by the mention of him in a blonde wig that he couldn't help but imagine with a scrunch of his nose. he would not make a good blonde. his skin tone just would not look good with it, no matter how good of a reno he would make. "maybe i can convince them that reno makes a hotter brunette," he said. "because even if that's not true, it's true for jolly fucker over here." he nodded thoughtfully on her words about open mic night. "i agree, though. people should be respected for all attempts." he reached out to drain the glass of water beginning to feel his buzz fade away. not that it would do much more to affect his moods. "but, but, but a voice like that needs to be shared. you won't even sing to me?" he asked with a laugh, elongating the last word. "not even if i beg really really really hard?" tag: kit/del outfit: CLICK notes: i love them alkjdfsa

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[delilah symone richards]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #af9390 solid; border-bottom: 10px #af9390 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) idgaf ( TAGGED ) RENEE/BRAD ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Brad was in no way that type of guy that Delilah Richards hung out with. That was all that there was to it. He was smiley, and he was giddy, and he seemed like even while he was sober that he was going to be pretty much the same way. She worked with drunks enough to be able to tell just what kind of person they were sober, and this guy, he was probably a whole lot of exactly the same when the alcohol wore off and he was sober as the day that he was born. And those were all the more reasons that he was not the kind of guy that Del spent time with. The guys that she hung out with were a lot more rough edges than this. There was Cain, who was, well, fuck, he was Cain. And then there was Jagger. Who was worse than Cain. Then Jason, who wasn't as hard as the first two, but he was still a Wilson. And still in his own way, not a super chipper human being. Brad, though, he just didn't seem to fit into the pattern of the friends that she kept. Friends like the ones over at the table giving her curious looks. She couldn't be bothered though, not to go back over to her table or try to think too long about why it was that she was enjoying her time with Brad so much. Why the thought of going back to her table just wasn't one that she was interested in doing. He was like a breath of fresh air in the way that she'd never taken before. His smile, fuck, it was like an infection, but not one that was going to kill her. More so one that was just going to make her better and she could only be happier because of it. This guy, he really did seem like the real deal. She'd met tons of guys that seemed to be all happy-go-lucky and such and then turned out just to be a normal ass hole. But Brad, he couldn't be that was. There was no way that he could be that way. Del found herself letting out another laugh at his words, one that only got louder when he slammed his fist down on the bar. "Alright, so it's law, I'll call you JF from now on and only you and I will know what the fuck it means," she laughed before watching as he made kissy faces at the bartender. Something that only made her chuckle again. He really was a funny guy, and hell, he could be gay for all that she knew, but she had a feeling that he wasn't totally gay. Or else he wouldn't have been sitting there talking to her this entire time...right? Actually, she couldn't be sure either way. Because, really, what guy sat there and went off about how soft they wanted their hands to be that liked pussy? Not many, but, she wasn't about to push away the possibility that Brad could be one of the few. As was typical for people that had been drinking one topic seemed to be morphing into another and hell, Del was on her way to drunk to so it wasn't like she couldn't follow his line of conversation. "Oh yeah, they make tons of products. Soaps, shampoo, conditioner, lotion. Like they got skin care covered." And before she could go in to become her own personal ad for Bert's Bees products the subject changed again and the let out a bit of a laugh. She couldn't help herself right then. The way that he was pouting, how adorable he looked, the alcohol that was in her system. She leaned forward and she pressed her pout against his, if only for a brief moment, in a kiss that was so much sweeter than the ones that Del usually shared in bars. "You're too sweet for words, JF," she spoke and then sat fully in her seat again. Then the topic of her singing was brought up again and she gave him a small smile trying to force the blush out of her cheeks. "I dunno, maybe, matters how cute you look when you're begging," she told him in teasing tones with a wink. i love these two so much <3

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by maroon 5