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Mar 11, 2015 18:20:37 GMT
Post by SOLOMON KINGSLEY on Mar 11, 2015 18:20:37 GMT
WE'VE KNOWN NOTHING BUT THIS Freedom is worth dying for. That was something that Solomon learned in school. Solomon was like a tropical bird who escaped through the window, he'll keep flying until he dies in a strange environment. Maybe that's why he's on his seventh drink, or why he was in a club that smelt of vomit and cheap perfume.
"Hey, how'd you like to go home with a musician?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2015 4:48:10 GMT
► Minori Kimura  333 Words Fun Fact I posted this on the wrong account at first | Clubs were a pleasure he had limited himself on since he had gotten hit. The atmosphere was contagious, too easy to envelop himself in with the right volume of music and the right amount of liquor. He had been sober for a while as well, not letting a single drop into his system since then but… he had been going through a streak worse than usual. He wanted the ache in his useless arm to stop. He wanted his arm to actually work so he could go back to playing guitar. He wanted to get a better job than an editor for an online blog so he could actually not live in a shitty flat and eat more than twice a day. Nori, as he had slowly realized though, wouldn’t get any of that. He would get his vodka, lonely bed and a gimp arm.
And you know what? He had slowly begun to remove the vodka, until he realized how pathetic he was and the first thing he did was go out. It wasn’t stewing in his apartment, it wasn’t struggling to raise his arm, and hey maybe if the alcohol content in his blood got high he’d actually manage to bite back his vomit at the thought of his body and get laid. If not, well, hopefully he would ingest enough alcohol to get all the calories he needed for the next day.
He had just slipped down into a seat when a kid, probably barely old enough to drink slurred an invitation for a quick fuck. That certainly was fast, but the man knew he probably looked more like a twenty year old that most twenty year olds did. Perks of good genes he assumed, though he made no move to tell this kid that. “Iunno, you gonna buy me a drink first?” He asked with a smirk. A small smile tugged on the corner of the editor’s lips, tilting his head to the side and playfully biting his lips.
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Mar 14, 2015 17:11:46 GMT
Post by SOLOMON KINGSLEY on Mar 14, 2015 17:11:46 GMT
WE'VE KNOWN NOTHING BUT THIS Solomon slurred a bit. a drunken, sloppy smile crept onto his face. He didn't think he'd land anything with his bait, but it was getting late and he was just wanting nothing more than a quick fuck and sleep. Sure, he could probably grind his crotch on people for a few more hours - but, bed seemed nice too. "Sure, bartender!" He called out. "One... no," he shook his head, "make it two shots of fireball whiskey." He could down a few more drinks and still wobble him and his apparent suitor to his apartment.
Though his apartment was messy, cardboard pizza boxes, beer cans, and other less savory things lined it. Maybe he should have cleaned it before he went out, but then it wouldn't be a reflection of his life now would it? "Name's Solomon," he winked. "What's yours? It's gotta be a nice one to match your fucking face."
Smooth one. If that didn't get this guy to just dive down Solomon's pants, he had no idea what would. "Where are you from?" Clearly not a local either, he was sober enough to know. "I'm from York, not New York, but York."
ooc: sorry this is so much shorter than your post! I hope i gave you enough to go off of.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2015 3:23:48 GMT
► Minori Kimura 361 Words Don't Worry! my replies fluctuate in length so it really isn't an issue  | Minori smirked, slowly easing back into the bar scene that he had become unaccustomed to in the few years of attempted sobriety. At least the man managed to remember to order him a drink before attempting to get a quick and easy fuck, even if a shot wasn’t perhaps the best…. Actually scratch that. Shots probably were the second best way of getting drunk fast, other than probably drinking directly from the bottle of whisky. This man seemed quite well on his way to drinking himself into a stupor though, something the older man was well versed in. He looked at the shot glass in front of him, silently debating in ordering another drink but then deciding to try the whisky.
He knocked it back fast, the liquor burning his throat and causing the lightheaded feeling to rush to his head quickly. The small man coughed then, making sure to cover his mouth with his good arm so he wouldn’t be coughing all over the rest of those at the bar. “chikushō!” He swore, clearing his throat as he slammed the glass back down on the table. He then let out another cough before looking at the other, suddenly understanding how he had managed to get drunk from just these. The man’s vulgarity caused a chuckle to escape his lips, smirking at the other after the shock out of the alcohol. “Nori, though I think you need to pick up your words.” He said, before realized what had come out wasn’t in coherent English. Oh well, he couldn’t bring himself to care as he signaled for another round of shots over to them.
The question about where he was from was interesting though. “I live in this area, yes.” He said rigidly, before he realized the man probably ment before that. “Kyoto.” He stated, tilting his head to the side as the shots were then slid in front of him, a smirk emerging on his face. He attempted to think of where York was, though the name quickly slid through his mind. “Er, where is York?” He asked lamely before knocking back another shot, ready for the shock this time around.
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