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Post by mona on Dec 27, 2011 2:38:38 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out  WORDS 507 OUTFIT COMING SOON TAGGED OPEN NOTES BLAH what could he say? it was a monday night that had proved itself to be exceptionally lonely. darcy struggled to deal with being alone quite often. he was a people person by well-detailed breeding - naturally he happened to drive them away with his more callous attitude, though he was alluring in his own right - and liked to be around people as a general rule. that was, usually, as long as they wanted to be around him. but if they didn't? he'd find something to do.
that 'something' gravitated toward booze, most of the time, and a good hit of something from the underground if he could afford it. he'd been working hard to be more savvy with his money. he wasn't entirely successful all the time - it was difficult; he was irritable when he didn't have booze and he was irritable when he did, so what was better? - but he was getting better, at least. he'd been able to spend some money on real groceries this week. his bartending job was picking up a little bit as well. bigger tips, more money to spend on things that made him happy, happier darcy, etc. etc.
anyway, the point was that it was monday and he didn't have work and he was lonely. the small, sort of shabby apartment was no sort of company for a darcy boy, and though he'd been certainly defiled of the weight that name carried, he still felt entitled to some of the perks that usually came with the name. he wasn't going to be caught on a late monday night sitting at home alone like some ninny who didn't have a life. he was miles darcy. he had things to do. people to see. they just didn't know it yet.
in his long list of places-to-be, sully's pub wasn't necessarily in the top ten. he would have preferred a place that was more likely to have attractive men that he could flirt with, and sully's pub wasn't precisely the kind of place that attracted that type (though darcy did strongly believe that he was an attractive, flirty man, and therefore there was still a chance he might find fellow men who were equally attractive and flirty). but it was close, and it had booze, and he could walk there easily, and it was cheap. sully's pub was nice and cheap. and that was exactly why he decided to saunter right into the pub, with its air soured by the smell of whiskey and stale pub food.
"this ain't your usual monday night haunt, darcy," one of the bartenders said conversationally. miles waved his hand dismissively, finding a comfortable seat near the end of the bar and ordered himself a beer. if he was any sort of lucky, he would be able to find someone interesting this evening that he could latch on to for a good time.
"well, got to give this bloody place someone good, am i right?" darcy replied with a smooth smile. "it's completely empty otherwise." these dry bones cry for you |
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Post by leyton on Dec 27, 2011 15:13:59 GMT -5
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Having woke up mere hours ago - approximately four pm, he still didn't feel completely awake. That was on irritating thing about Leaf - it took him hours to actually wake up. That could have been due to the fact that he was now so accustomed to the strong aromas that came with working at a coffee shop and the fact that he drank caffeine so much that it took him hours to fall asleep and wake himself up again. For that reason, he'd hardly bothered to get ready that morning. He'd brushed his teeth and shoved on the usual clothes he'd picked up from the floor of his bedroom, but had skipped a shower; he didn't really need one anyway. Besides, he had a bit of a rugged edge if he didn't spend too long fussing over his appearance.
In he waltzed to Sully's Pub, a wry grin on his face. He was greeted by the usual glares from several corners, looks of disgusting from others, and waves from a select few areas. The guy behind the bar was always friendly. Leaf supposed that he had to be so that he didn't drive customers away. At the end of the day, Leaf was just a means of earning money to him. He sat on a stool at the bar. "Just give me a coke and vodka," he requested, taking a few notes out and putting them on the table. Due to his close acquaintance to the guy behind the bar, he knew exactly what Leaf was likely to order, and knew when to fill his glass up again. It was usually better for Leaf to pay before he got off his face so that he could actually count the money that he spent and not drop it all over the floor.
Seeing a familiar face over on one of the tables, Leaf took his drink and went to sit with the group of people. Immediately he was swarmed with polite questions, closely followed by animated chatter. He engaged in the conversation, and joined in with their loud laughter, but it wasn't really what he'd gone to the pub for. He'd gone primarily for the music, and, of course, to see if any hot men showed up, which they usually did not.
As if his thoughts had been read, Miles Darcy drifted through the doors and sat down on the very seat that Leaf had been only moments ago. He was certainly an entertaining person to be around. Always ready to get wasted and have a laugh. And there was just that added bonus that he was so very attractive.
"If you'll excuse me, ladies. Duty calls," and he slid from the table and made for the bar once more. Be careful to walk up behind Darcy and remain out of his line of sight, he crept up behind him and pinched his ass. In the same movement, he sat on the stool beside him. He propped his chin up with his arm that was resting lazily on the surface.
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Post by mona on Dec 27, 2011 18:54:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out he needed a game plan for the evening. slowly swishing the beer around in its bottle, darcy contemplated. what could he do this evening? preferably, he would keep himself preoccupied with a pretty piece of work. but they were so hard to find nowadays, especially those that were either a.) confident about their sexuality (and their inevitable attraction toward miles) or b.) so insecure about their sexuality that they were willing to let darcy help them discover it more fully. the type that he liked to entertain - young, naive, innocent - tended not to gravitate toward the places that he did; so you could see his struggle, then.
he didn't really feel like sitting in a coffee shop on his free monday night, scoping out the area for innocent in-the-closet gays to encourage. oh, he was confident that if they were insecure enough, he could swoon them into falling into temporary love with him; there was no issue there. he just didn't want to put in the effort. it took so much work, convincing them to let him tumble around with them in the bed sheets. the prize was nice enough, sure. but the amount of work put in was not equal to the gain, and therefore darcy quickly came to the conclusion that sully's pub and the various gay bars that populated connecticut would do for that evening's activities.
a given, however, was that he was going to get completely wasted. the allure of alcohol was beckoning, and she was a cruel, jealous mistress; there was no way that, having only one beer, he was going to resist having another. eventually he would graduate into the hard liquor and all that followed/came with it, but that would be later. later, when he'd found himself a nice bit of company to keep him warm for the night.
the hard pinch to his ass made him jump a little, a swear coming from his lips. "who the bloody hell-" he started, a spark of irritation (and intrigue) smouldering a bit in his stomach. the alcohol wasn't even a refreshing buzz yet, and a low voice in the back of his head was murmuring need more, this isn't good enough, don't you want to have fun, need more. darcy's irritation faded a little, however, when he saw that the person who'd delivered the pinch was a welcome change from the usual sour scenery of sully's pub.
the signature flirtatious smile on the boy's face elicited a responsive look of amusement on the blonde's unshaven mug; he grinned a little, the edges of his lips quirking up. "little bugger," he said, but his words were affectionate enough. he took another drink of his beer, emptying the bottle, and gestured vaguely for the bartender to give him something a little harder. "i have the night off tonight, and my bed was particularly chilly, so i came to look for a companion to join me for the evening." he smiled a little wryly, taking the tonic that was given to him by the bartender and following it with a good swallow.
resting his head on his fist, propped up by his elbow, darcy added, "and what about yourself, my lovely?" a light, smoky smile played across his lips; perhaps this was the distraction, the preoccupation he had been searching for. "surely the scoundrels of sully's pub are too incandescent for your tastes."
leaf had provided plenty of entertainment before; never had he been considered as one of darcy's bed warmers, however, and the prospect that he might charm the younger man into accompanying him was a pleasant one in the very least. he considered them friends; to be honest, they spent little time together when sobriety was the theme, but he could remember (well, sort of remember) plenty of good times with booze. leaf was the kind of boy that wasn't necessarily a good influence for his "going clean" ambition, but he supposed that if he really wanted to get clean, he would be. he just really didn't want to.
"to be honest, i can't picture myself skulking around here for long," darcy said after a moment, looking around disdainfully at the dusty counters, the unswept floor, the vagabonds in the corner. the brit was displeased with what he saw; the only thing keeping him there at the moment, of course, was the booze and the attractive boy next to him. "it was the closest haunt to my apartment i could walk to, and at least the booze is good enough. i just didn't want to spend my monday evening alone like a ninny, i suppose."
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Post by leyton on Dec 27, 2011 20:18:12 GMT -5
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| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g79/Juliart/background_black.jpg');,true][cs=2] S T A R T A T T H E E N D | | [atrb=width,240] "Little bugger," said Darcy, causing Leaf's smile to involuntarily widen. "I have the night off tonight, and my bed was particularly chilly, so I came to look for a companion to join me for the evening." Again, his smile widened. This time he looked away from Darcy's eyes that he'd been so focused on before, and watched him as he drank his drink. That was a difference that Leaf noticed between the two of them. Leaf drank because it was fun - because it had been turned into something exciting. He definitely didn't need to drink, not by any means. Darcy, on the other hand, seemed to have more of a hunger for it. Leaf didn't know much about him, but he was sure he was an addict of some kind. He couldn't help but be curious about Darcy's life. Weren't all the addicts in movies nervous or abusive and living fucked up lives in the gutter? Then again, when had movies ever been a reliable source of information?
"Oh really," he said, feigning innocence and curiosity. Leaf would love to be that companion that returned home with him for the evening. He often wondered if Darcy would be as good as he looked. There was something about him that just screamed "I am amazing in bed, invite me home now." Then again, Leaf had that idea in his head with most hot guys, and some of the had proved to be inexperienced and terrible in bed. "Well, homosexuals are pretty thin on the ground in this place. Unless you want herpes." |
[/b] "And what about yourself, my lovely? Surely the scoundrels of Sully's Pub are too incandescent for your tastes."He shook his head. "Actually, I kinda like it here. I doubt it's your kind of music, but it's mine." He emptied the glass he'd been drinking from, spinning it in his hands for a while before sliding it across the surface for it to be replaced by another which he hastily started on. The sooner he got drunk, the sooner he'd be at Darcy's place enjoying the warmth of his bed sheets. "I come here every Monday." He shrugged, wanting to drop the subject and not really caring if Darcy looked down on him for his choice of location. "To be honest, I can't picture myself skulking around here for long, it was the closest haunt to my apartment I could walk to, and at least the booze is good enough. I just didn't want to spend my monday evening alone like a ninny, I suppose."He couldn't help but notice Darcy's vocabulary. He seemed to speak his own idiolect, in a way. It could have just been that Leaf's range of vocabulary was very narrow - poor education didn't allow for much time to learn 'big words'. Having said that, you couldn't really call 'ninny' a 'big word', it was just a weird word that he didn't really think people used anymore. To each their own. Leaf wouldn't question it, because if the tables were turned, he'd be pretty pissed off if somebody was asking him why he said 'ninny' and 'incandescent', whatever that meant... He'd pretend that he understood every word of it. "Well then. You'd better hurry up and find a cute guy. I wonder where you'd find one of those."[/b] Leaf twisted in his chair so that his legs weren't angled so much in Darcy's direction, and began to sip at his drink, pretending to be very interested in something that was written on the wall and nearly impossible to read. He thought that it said something like 'if you have drugs on the premises you could be arrested'. He could tell why the small-printed sign was so far back - nobody gave two shits if you were doing drugs in this place. Did they care anywhere these days? Leaf took them all the time and he'd never been arrested, so either he'd been exceptionally sly about it, or nobody cared. "I need to find one too, actually,"[/b] he said, keeping his tone casual. "Like I said, no gay people around here."[/b] He continued to look at the many signs at the back of the bar. How many warnings could they be hiding back there? They really could decorate the place a little bit better. Most places at least had wall hangings of various forms of alcohol and the occasional poster that was supposed to be funny but rarely cracked a smile. [/div][/td] [td][atrb=width,100]
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Post by mona on Dec 27, 2011 20:52:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out WORDS 773 OUTFIT COMING SOON TAGGED OPEN NOTES DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT MY DEAR. ALSO LOL SAME WORD COUNT AS LAST TIME. 8U it was true. darcy longed for the day that he could just drink for the sake of drinking; he didn't want to wake up and worry about when his next shot was going to be. there really was a longing for change somewhere underneath the coarse, aching exterior, but it was buried deep underneath every single bottle of booze he'd ever gone through. if he was being honest with himself, booze was the least of his problems; what he really needed to quit was the drugs and the partying. or even just the partying. if he could get out of the party scene, then he could probably quit the smoking; and if he quit the smoking, maybe he'd want to change his life for the better just enough that he could quit the drinking, as well.
but a large part of him liked the booze and the parties and the drugs and the sex. a large part of him was entirely afraid of what his life would be like without all of that. what kind of empty life would be awaiting him without the glamour and the sweetness of booze? what kind of life would he be forced to lead? albeit, he was much cleaner than he had been in his earlier years in london, when he'd still been officially a "darcy boy", when he still had an impeccable and outstanding reputation to sully, but the brit was still consumed by his need and his want for the things which seemed to make his life all the better.
he was afraid. it was a sad conclusion that he'd come to a long time ago. he was afraid that without the alcohol and the drugs and the parties, he'd be nothing but a wasted shell of a man who could have been something great, the something great that his father had wanted him to be. and he was afraid that, despite of all his big talk, he would end up wishing he'd followed his father's directions and would want to be that darcy boy that his parents had wanted him to be all those years ago.
that life is behind you, miles, a steady voice intoned, slick with alcohol. what's important is living in the now; you've got one life, so enjoy it while you've got it.
right. enjoy it while he's got it. and what he had right now was a drink in hand and a cute boy practically asking to be his escort for the night - so that's what he was going to enjoy.
so enveloped in his thoughts, darcy neglected to respond appropriately to the first few of the younger boy's comments. he glanced briefly and apologetically in his direction, downed the rest of his drink, and hailed the bartender for another one as he slid a few dollars onto the dusty wood of the bar. might as well get it out while he had it, right?
"well then. you'd better hurry up and find a cute guy. i wonder where you'd find one of those."
a laugh came from darcy's lips, and he paused a moment to swallow his newly-brought drink and grinned a pearly grin. "where indeed?" he replied smartly, turning his body so that he could lean over and bump leaf's ear with his nose, affectionately, silkily. he took in a gentle breath, a light inhale, and let a small, breathless laugh slip through. darcy, of course, had no problems with encroaching upon people's personal space; he could only hope that leaf had no objections to his close proximity and his likeness of being so close he could tell if he was going to make the person squirm.
"I need to find one too, actually," darcy heard him say, and the smile on the brit's lips grew a little bit more. "like i said, no gay people around here." miles pulled back a little, resting his chin in his hand and studying leaf with a smile on his lips and his eyes bright with curiosity. it was obvious, at least to himself, that darcy liked that leaf was playing this so casually; with an amusement that was clear in his expression, he bumped their legs together and took a sip of his drink "well," the blonde began, looking quite directly at the younger man, "i see an extremely attractive young man right in front of me, and i wonder if he wouldn't mind being my designated bed warmer for the evening?" a sly, clever smile was pulling at his lips, blue eyes glittering with mirth. "as long as you wouldn't mind entertaining an old man, of course." these dry bones cry for you |
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Post by leyton on Dec 28, 2011 8:21:34 GMT -5
i w o k e u p t h i s m o r n i n g w i t h a grudge the size of your story, oh i feel so low, let me
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Quite suddenly, after an age of Leaf talking to what might as well have been a brick wall, Darcy was in very close proximity to him, a soft and seductive laugh echoing through his ear. The sudden change from cold, empty space to having a warm body close to him sent shivers down his spine. Almost instinctively, he moved minutely closer to the blonde, as though there was some kind of magnetic pull between them.
"Well," Darcy began, and he'd moved away again, bumping their legs together so that there was still some kind of physical contact. Leaf really like this guy - he knew how to play, not like many of the other people he messed around with. "I see an extremely attractive young man right in front of me," Leaf smiled at the compliment, and lifted his gaze to meet with Darcy's. "And I wonder if he wouldn't mind being my designated bed warmer for the evening? As long as you wouldn't mind entertaining an old man, of course."
Leaf snorted at the last part. "'An old man.' If you're old, half of the other people I've been with are ancient." Come to think of it, he hadn't the faintest idea how old Darcy was. For all he knew, he could've been a fifty-year-old man that just happened to very youthful and spritely. Leaf didn't ever question age, because he didn't really care. He couldn't see what difference it would make if he was friends with a seventy-year-old woman and a couple of adolescents, as long as he enjoyed being around them. Naturally, he would have no problem 'entertaining an old man', if that's what Darcy considered himself to be.
"That's a tough decision," he began, although in fact, every atom of him was screaming 'yes, I will definitely be your designated bed warmer'. "I mean, I came here for the music and the alcohol." He tore his gaze away from Darcy's to look back down at his glass, and he quickly finished that one off, which was quickly replaced with something a little stronger. "But I did say I needed somebody to entertain me..." He downed whatever was in the small glass he'd been given, pulling a face as he always did when he drank something that practically set his oesophagus on fire. "Perhaps," he concluded, turning away from Darcy so that he was now facing away from the bar and looking out at all of the people sat on tables around the room.
He was satisfied with his casual tones. Making a game out of things always made them seem better, and they dragged events out for longer. Not only that, but it would show how much Darcy actually wanted to take Leaf home that night. At the same time, he was worried that Darcy would just turn away and decide that Leaf was being too annoying about it. He had his mind set on the hopeful events of that night now. To be rejected would ruin the scenes that he was playing out - scenes that he'd ran through before in his fantasies about the man he was now sat beside.
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Post by mona on Dec 29, 2011 15:56:36 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out WORDS 749 OUTFIT LOOKS LIKE THIS TAGGED OPEN/LEAF NOTES ARGH SORRY THIS SUCKS. he wasn't that old. a considerable number of years older than leaf, but the boy was young and sprightly still, and so darcy wasn't so worried. sometimes he felt old, though; the cause was probably a constant partying-hard lifestyle that he'd neglected to drop like he promised he would. he didn't think he'd had a hard life, like some of the people he knew. sure, his father hated him - but with good reason. his mother had cut off all communication between them. but all of this, he came to realize, was only because he'd gone and done what it was he did best; messing up his own life.
it was a talent, at any rate. not many people could so thoroughly fuck up the good things they had. miles was one of those people that could, and he could do it effortlessly and still come out the bastard in the end. he could completely throw away every good thing ever given to him and still think that he was a victim of some sorts, even though deep down he knew it was just his fault and he had the means to patch up his own life if he so wished it. again, it was just a matter of wanting it. he didn't want it. he liked being drunk and high and he liked the way he was living his life, mostly.
darcy was delighted, to say the least, when he felt the slightest change in leaf's demeanor at their close proximity. if there was one thing he could enjoy mostly-sober, it was that he could still make a pretty young thing squirm a little with anticipation. it was a great feeling, to say the least. nevermind the fact that leaf was leaf, and generally a drunk friend that darcy would want to keep around for later (he was notorious for dropping lovers, if only because they became so tedious some times). he felt that leaf would be okay to keep around for a good time. it would be nice, anyway, to wake up and still have someone next to you for a little bit instead of immediately taking the get-go and hustling out of the room.
"'an old man.' if you're old, half of the other people i've been with are ancient."
darcy let out a dry laugh, rolling his eyes and taking down a shot. the liquid burned a red-hot trail down his throat and pooled mightily in his stomach, a broiling beast melting away to seep into his bloodstream. "they're nearly prehistoric," he agreed teasingly, mirth glimmering in his blue eyes as he grimaced lightly, the alcohol slowly beginning to make its course through his body. a couple more shots and the pleasant buzz would be warming up nicely.
steadily, he watched leaf's contemplative expression. he wouldn't say he was the best people-reader out there, but over the years (when he wasn't so wasted that he couldn't see straight) he'd come to find that he'd spent so much time with people over the years he could begin to read them a little bit. he was by no means a master, discerning leaf's every thought and wish and fear; but he was smart enough and had enough experience to tell that the younger boy was playing a fascinating game in which darcy was a key player. and this made things all the more interesting.
"perhaps?" he repeated, thoroughly bemused and charmed all at once. he was willing to play for his bed warmer, if that's what it was going to come to; he'd run this race enough times to know how to pace himself. darcy continued, "you don't have to come now. you can enjoy your booze and music. i was merely suggesting that you accompany me now. of course, you're more than welcome to attend whenever you like..." he shrugged, a keen look in his eye when he took another shot offered to him by the bartender. a brief grimace crossed his features at the alcohol; but quickly it faded, and darcy leaned close to leaf once more, closing the space between them and murmuring, "but i don't like being kept waiting, leaf. i am so very impatient."
he grinned and slipped away, off the bar stool and putting a few dollar bills on the counter. he finished the last of his drink and tucked his wallet away, stretching luxuriously. he regarded leaf lazily.
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