Post by bradley wyatt del rosa on Mar 11, 2012 18:01:39 GMT -5
| [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 brad was not unaccustomed to hitting it off with strangers in bars. honestly, that was how he made the majority of his friends, and if he was being completely honest, he didn't much mind that. he wasn't always drunk when he met them, though to be honest, he might as well be. he was a spastic personality, someone that most people assumed was under the influence of something at all times when really he was just really, really, really, really, really happy and hyper and a thousand other things that made people doubt his sanity. he met people no matter where he was, be it in a bar or restaurant or store or random alley or homeless shelter or whatever he happened to be doing. it was just in his personality - if you talked to bradley del rosa your fate was sealed. you were never rid of him. and del had really gotten herself in now. once you have an inside joke with a del rosa, you never got rid of him. he was like a parasite or herpes or something else that was annoying and impossible to rid yourself of. though maybe that wasn't the best comparison as some people actually did enjoy being around him. so he was like...something that was sticky and never goes away but that people look on at fondly. like love. and del was entertaining him so much that he knew he was not going to leave that bar until he was assured that one he would see her again and two they would continue to be friends. because maybe it was the alcohol but he was thoroughly enjoying her company in a way that he could not begin to explain to himself or anyone else. he just enjoyed her company. but that kiss. that short feeling of her lips against his that sent his head reeling for more reasons than just alcohol. however he couldn't help the dreaded shadow that overcame him every time a stranger pushed that boundary, even if it was only the tiniest of tests. he couldn't help that, though, and he held up a hand with a single finger raised and said, "whoa, hold onnn, there, little lady. these lips," he pointed at himself before moving his finger up to draw a sloppy circle in the air in the general area of his mouth, "are not for sale. wait, no, that's wrong..." he paused before trying again. "you're a pretty lady but let's wait until we're nak-- no, that's wrong too." he paused again. "let's not do that until i'm sober." he hit the bar and immediately jumped in his seat and said, "sorry!" to the bartender, who was shaking his head and laughing at him. per usual. "i, however," he continued as if that hadn't happened, rubbing his now slightly aching hand, "look fucking adorable when i'm begging." he paused. "wait, wait, fuck, that's what she said." tag: kit/del outfit: CLICK notes: i love them alkjdfsa |
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