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Post by Rhiannon Kaelyn Webb on Apr 20, 2014 16:05:49 GMT -5
Rhi had a mantra for this weekend; it would be a good one. Rhiannon laughed, shaking her head. “Getting a girl drunk isn’t helping your cause.” Rhi teased, pushing her glasses further up her nose. She was lucky she’d thought up this little costume; it made her night a little easier since she couldn’t sleep in her contacts. Not that she was so blind she absolutely needed them to see but she had become used to having to put them in every day and take them out again that it was just routine now. So to be without them and with one of her pairs of glasses was a nice change of pace. Plus, it meant she could just toss her glasses somewhere and not have to worry about falling asleep with her contacts in and waking up the next morning not only with a killer hangover but also potentially unable to open her eyes properly. As it was looking, she wouldn’t be able to leave the bed without extremely dark sunglasses on.
The birthday girl bit her lip. “I don’t know about that. I think you might have to prove.” She said, taking another sip of her drink. Egging Grayson on like that meant she would be proven wrong; it almost meant she had a dance partner for the rest of the night. She just had to keep acting like she wasn’t impressed with his dancing skill. Of course, once this party really started, baiting Grayson would become something to do whenever one of the other two ran off for the next round of drinks. Laughing, Rhiannon shook her head. “I’m not sure who’s going to be worse, you or the bartenders.” She teased, happily sipping on the alcoholic cocktail in her hand. “Don’t tell them that.” Rhi said, grinning because she absolutely agreed with him. They acted like they’d been married fifty years.
Rhi held her hands up at Allela’s question. “Don’t look at me. I planned us getting here and where the “here” is. It’s your turn to try and impress me.” Rhi said teasing. She hadn’t really planned much except the where. She figured with his being Halloween weekend, there would be plenty of places with parties and drinks. “I would like to find a dance floor before I find a pillow at least.” She offered, though it was hardly helpful. They were in Atlantic City; there were places to dance at every single turn, just like there were roulette tables and slot machines.
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Post by Allela Katherine Wilcox on Apr 20, 2014 16:46:18 GMT -5
Allela was fiercely stubborn. There was very little that could stop her when she set her mind on something. The minute she had coaxed that yes from Ryder she had set off with the determination that this weekend would be the weekend to drag his ass back into the world and make him see that New York had been moving on without him. She hoped he'd get the message for himself without her having to spell it out for him when they got home. “If I had to, I would.” She said seriously, raising her eyebrows. His guitars were like her records; and she'd rather take a bullet than have anyone damage a single vinyl in her collection. Obviously turning on his collection like that would be a last resort, but she'd rather do it and have the pair of them wrestling around than turn her back on their friendship. “Aye, me and Rhi are the best mistakes you ever brought into your life. But even we're questionable company.” One was a comic artist who would've been a recluse if her friends didn't drag her out and the other was a hot-headed musician who had seen her fair share of trouble over the years. If Ryder ever introduced anyone who resembled either of them to her, Allela would probably dislike them too.
Smirking up at him, a mischievous sparkle twinkled in her baby blues. “Oh Ry-Ry, when will you learn that I'm always right.” She teased, leaving the matter there for now. That was all she had wanted to say and since he seemed to have taken it on board she would take it no further. If they got back to New York and he reverted back into his little funk, then she would go at him with her temper blazing until he saw sense again, but she didn't think it would come to that. Allela prided herself on knowing her friends and she knew Ryder well enough to know that he wouldn't fall of the face of the earth again. He knew what fate would await him if he did; he knew Allela.
She tugged on Ryder's sweater to get him going and then headed to where Gray and Rhi were chatting. “What's the plan and why aren't we there yet?” She asked, looking between the pair. Rhi's answer only had Allela rolling her eyes and turning to look at Grayson. “Well since you wouldn't shut up all the way here about places and parties, you can lead the way. That way we know who to hit if this is a disaster.” She said, only half joking. Grayson, as always, had an answer and soon he was leading them towards a place that really did scream Halloween party. People in costume were already spilling out of the doors and the music could be felt through her skin, forget being heard. Once they were through the doors, Allela made a beeling straight for the bar, feeling the need to get a proper drink down her before she found herself on any dance floor. Her usual rule for dancing was that she wasn't allowed to be able to see straight first.
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Post by Ryder Xavier Wilcox on Apr 20, 2014 19:28:37 GMT -5
Ryder shook his head. He’d gotten the message loud and clear long before they got to Atlantic City. He’d known what he was getting himself into when he said yes to Allela for this weekend. He knew, deep down, he hadn’t said yes just to get Allela off his case about it, or to spend the weekend celebrating a friend’s birthday. Deep down, he’d said yes because he knew it was a stepping stone to opening himself up again. He needed to get on with his life and as much as he needed that time to mope and to get his school work in order; he was done. Now he needed to take that next step and get over everything that had happened. It had been way too long since he’d gone out for even a drink. And what better way to take this step than a friend’s out of state birthday where he had no way to get back to the cosy comforts of his apartment. “Could you say goodbye to your records as easily?” He asked, knowing full well she couldn’t. Like his guitars, those records meant everything to his pink haired friend. She couldn’t, wouldn’t let anything happen to that collection.
“Questionable? I wouldn’t say that, and it doesn’t look like I’m the only one.” Ryder smirked after having taken a moment to check on their mutual friends. He was glad Rhiannon wasn’t left to her own devices while he and Allela were having this conversation. It was one that needed to be had, but Ryder would have felt terrible if Rhi had been sitting a couple bar stools down from them, people watching. She loved that, he knew she did but he would have felt bad just the same. “I’m getting there.” He said casually with a small smile. This conversation would probably pick up again but it was time to give their attention to the birthday girl.
Moving down the bar to stand with the rest of the group, Ryder laughed at Rhi’s excuse. She had a point, really. She’d picked out a hotel with a big Halloween theme, an incredible suite that tossed them into the lap of luxury; a place Ryder never visited. Grayson had done all the research on the best hot spots, now it was time to prove himself. He definitely didn’t disappoint. Ryder could feel the music shaking his bones even before they found the door. Already people were everywhere in costume, anywhere from their nights just starting to their nights already at their end. Past the doors it was difficult to do much of anything but Allela was pushing her way to the bar and Ryder was hot on her heels. He didn’t dance on the best days, he would absolutely need a strong drink in his stomach, blurring his sight before he could pretend like he ruled the dance floor; or at the very least belonged there.
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Post by grayson clarke harris on Apr 20, 2014 19:58:09 GMT -5
“Are you kidding? That's how I say hello back home.” He grinned, though it wasn't all that much of an exaggeration. Not only had he worked in a beach front bar there, but he was as big a partier back then as he was now. There was a running joke with his friends where they would direct tourists to him whenever they wanted to know where the best place for a party was that night. More often than not Grayson ended up accompanying them and more than once everyone had woken up on the beach the following morning, sand everywhere they didn't want it to be and their heads pounding. That hadn't happened in a long time now, but Grayson still had plenty of mornings where he woke up on something that wasn't a bed with a friend or two within arms reach looking just as bad as he felt. It was good to know things didn't change all that much in a different part of the world. However, he hoped to crash land on his bed in the suite tonight. He had taken a quick power nap before his shower earlier and it was ridiculously comfy. If he didn't think the girls would murder him he might've been tempted to just stay in it.
Turning to face Rhi a little more, Grayson clicked his tongue. “Is that a challenge I hear? Very well, you're on.” He promised, shaking Rhi's hand as though they had just made a serious deal. Grayson loved a good challenge and a set up even more. It had landed him in hot water too many times to think about, but Grayson was the type of guy who looked back on all of those times now and just laughed them off. “Both, because we're one and the same.” He grinned, subtly reminding Rhiannon that his rent was paid by working shifts behind the bar in Hard Rock. He loved bar work and if he didn't have big plans for his future then he could happily spend the rest of his days there, befriending regulars and making tourists feel like they were right at home. “Please, I don't have a death wish.” He knew exactly what saying that to Allela and Ryder would lead to and it would be him and a whole new set of bruises he didn't need. However, it was funny that Rhi agreed with him; he had always thought he was alone in that thinking.
With the pressure on him to make this stop a success, Grayson could not hold back his grin when he saw just how good the place was. Even he was impressed with his own work this time! If they wanted a party then this place was exactly where they would find one, for sure. Whether they spent the whole night here or moved on later would remain to be seen, but no one could say he hadn't brought them all to an amazing Halloween party. Inside, he watched Allela and Ryder make a dart for the bar, and shouted teasingly after them not to drink too much, but he doubted they heard him over the music. Turning to Rhi before he lost her in the crowd, he smirked. “Well, what's it to be? Drink or dance?” He asked, happy to do either. Plus, he had to prove to her that he was the best dance partner she was going to find tonight. And not just because the other half of their quartet would probably be stumbling by the time they made it to the dance floor.
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Post by Rhiannon Kaelyn Webb on Apr 20, 2014 21:32:08 GMT -5
The ultimate goal for Rhiannon for this weekend was to have a good time and remember this birthday for years to come. She just wanted to have a good time, have so many drinks her eyes crossed of their own accord and maybe not make it back to her bed in the suite. It wouldn’t be the first time she woke up in a bathtub and she doubted if that’s how she woke up in the morning, it would be the last. She hoped for better sleeping arrangements but she woke up in worse places so a bathtub was hardly going to make her complain. Plus, the hotel had an excellent spa and an hour on a massage table would fix everything but the hangover. “Quite the hello you’ve got there then.” She said, rolling her eyes. Rhiannon met guys like Grayson all the time. Well, none of them were quite like Grayson; he was definitely the only one like him. But she’d met guys similar and knew how to deal with them. In Grayson’s case, she actually liked him, where with the other’s, she just wanted them to turn and run in the opposite direction. So, instead of saying what she knew would have him running, she said things that baited him instead.
“It is absolutely a challenge. I guess you’ll just have to bring you’re A-game, Gray.” Rhi said, grinning as she shook his hand. One of Rhiannon’s new favourite pastimes since being introduced to Grayson was baiting him. He always came up with something cheeky and clever to say in response to whatever she’s said to him. Most of what came out of his mouth amused her. “Right. Stupid idea teasing the bartender about bartenders.” She said, biting her lip. “I must be slipping.” She said with a sad sigh. It really was a silly move but she figured the entire night would be full of them so she wasn’t going to sweat this one. The next one might be worse. “I’ve only ever seen one other couple that... messed up.” She said, before taking a large gulp of the alcoholic beverage. “My parents.” They were happy and so completely head over heels for each other, even after all these years. And she’d had the same thought the first time she’d seen Allela and Ryder together, though she would never say that to their faces. Like Grayson, she did not have a death wish.
Rhiannon had no idea what was in store for the night, or even the weekend but she was looking forward to looking through the pictures, and not remembering a single thing from the trip. Their first stop was impressive and Rhi had to admit that Grayson outdid himself on the first try. The bar was set high if they decided to change venues. She was going to follow Allela and Ryder to the bar but she realised after only a step that Grayson wasn’t next to her so she turned towards him. Her eyes light up and her smile matched the mischievous light in her dark eyes. “You have something to prove, Jason. Let’s go!” She said, grabbing his hand and dragging him deeper onto the dance floor.
Tag || Alley-cat, Gray, Ryder! Words || 535 Clothes || So Scary! Like English Muffins! Music || Maybe ---One More Girl Notes || <3!
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Post by Allela Katherine Wilcox on Apr 20, 2014 22:15:03 GMT -5
Allela didn't know how this weekend would end or what would happen in between. She didn't worry herself with what ifs and silly plans. She just went with whatever happened and mostly let her instincts guide her through it all. It was why so many of her decisions in life had seemed erratic or impulsive. If anyone were to ask her she'd probably agree that they were, but then point out that she had no regrets about any of them since they were the whole reason she was where she was now. Travelling the world had brought her to New York, New York had brought her these friends and the music scene she had been so longing for since she was a little girl on her first day of guitar lessons. “So long as you got your act together you wouldn't be saying goodbye to anything.” She pointed out, avoiding his question. Allela was more likely to end up dead or in jail than to let anything happen to her records.
“Yeah, well we just established your judgement is flawed.” She glanced over her shoulder to look at where Gray and Rhi stood and then chuckled softly. “And I picked that one up in a bar fight, so...” She trailed off, leaving the story there. It had been some huge misunderstanding when she met Gray, but he had ended up spilling her drink over her and Allela being the girl she was had cornered him outside the bar he was kicked out of and demanded a replacement. From there they were good friends, almost just like that. Despite her sarcasm and short temper, it wasn't all that difficult for Allela to make friends. People just had to know how to take her, which most of those in her life did just great.
At the bar she order her go to drink; a double Jack and Coke with no ice. Noticing Ryder at her side again she signalled to the bartender to make it two. “Are you my shadow, or something?” She asked jokingly. She knew he was at the bar for the same reason she was, which was to avoid the crowd of dancers until the room was slightly out of focus. Allela didn't dance even when she was in the greatest of moods, not without some liquid encouragement. Glancing around she just caught Gray and Rhi slipping off into the crowd and for the time being she left them be. If it was anything like she was used to they would be dancing for a while before they decided to come and seek her out again. Passing Ryder the drink when it arrived, she sipped at her own and smacked her lips together. “I'll tell you what, you drink me under this bar tonight and I'll give you a pass on the rebound girl.” She said, joking of course. However, Ryder would know that Allela always had something to say about every girl who showed an interest in him, even if he didn't reciprocate those feelings, and so far nothing she said had been nice.
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Post by Ryder Xavier Wilcox on Apr 20, 2014 23:00:45 GMT -5
“Nice, gloss right over that.” Ryder joked, shaking his head. He knew she wouldn’t answer his questions because he already knew how she felt about it. Death to whomever so touched a single vinyl in her collection. Ryder had lost friends over his guitars being touched. One friend in high school broke a string on one of his favourites, a classic and Ryder still hadn’t forgiven the man. It was only simple to replace strings on guitars and it wasn’t like the strings on it at the time were mint; he’d replaced them himself just two months before that incident. But he had only one rule about anything; do not touch his guitars. It was a shock when he allowed anyone to touch them and so far the only one who had who still had Ryder’s friendship and their hands was Allela.
Ryder raised his eyes to the ceiling and groaned. Of course Allela found Grayson in a predicament like that. “That one attracts the bad boys like flies and honey, doesn’t she? I know she met him through you but I thought you were a music major not a psychologist. What kind of game you playing there?” Ryder could only hope Rhiannon wasn’t as clueless as she acted. Then again, they’d partied together before and she was still laughing around him so obviously things were cool there and he hadn’t done something to piss off the teenager. Maybe it was the fact that he was the eldest twin but he didn’t think he’d let Grayson within five hundred feet of Nikki. Of course, he wouldn’t let a guy like himself within five hundred feet of his baby sister so it didn’t actually say much at all. He was protective of the women in his life, he watched out for them. If he’d been cornered by the big brother of any of the girl’s he flirted with or made out with in the back of a club somewhere, he’d be a little afraid but he would also understand.
“Yes.” He said deadpan because making up a story to tell in this thumping music wasn’t about to happen. He could barely hear himself think, never mind continue a conversation. At least he didn’t also have a mask to contend with; that would have been a serious pain in the ass. He didn’t realise Rhi and Gray hadn’t followed them until he followed Allela’s line of sight and say a familiar red orange wig slip in the crowd followed by a movie killer; it was almost too comical when he really thought about it. But he wasn’t there to think about others’ costumes, he was there to drink. “Oh, really? This is how it’s going to work? An Italian and a Scot sit at a bar. It’s the beginning to a bad joke, Ally. But I will take you up on the first part of that. Tonight, I think I could keep up with you, shot for shot.” He said, grinning at his best friend and ignoring her remark on a rebound girl. He wasn’t interested in getting back out there again just yet. They were in for one hell of a night but that was the point of it all, right? To get out again.
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Post by grayson clarke harris on Apr 20, 2014 23:32:25 GMT -5
Gray didn't have to drink himself under the table to have a good time. He just enjoyed having a few drinks and hanging out with his friends, but at the same time he wasn't about to back down from a shot competition or a drinking game. He had pride when it came to that sort of thing, and a reputation to uphold. None of it really mattered come Monday morning when real life resumed for a while, but for the weekends it was his life almost. The thing about this weekend was that with the exception of the other three he had come with he'd never see any of these strangers again. So if he dressed up like Jason Voorhies and made a total fool of himself then it was completely fine and there was nothing to worry about. Not that he'd worry about it if they had all stayed in New York either, but Grayson just saw it as another excuse to let himself go for a few days in Atlantic City. “It is. It hasn't failed me yet.” He grinned boyishly, playing along with the joke as though it really was the key to his success.
“I never bring anything less!” Gray assured her, almost acting offended that Rhiannon might have thought otherwise. Grayson really did throw himself into the silly bets and cheeky challenges like this one as though he had nothing to lose and everything to gain from them. He was young, it was fun and so long as no one got too hurt at the end of it all he didn't see how it could matter. “And that's only after one drink! Maybe it's you who needs to bring her A-Game.” Grayson teased, finding it far too easy to share this banter with Rhiannon. He was cheeky as hell and he knew it, but it was what worked for him and he wasn't about to quit it when it kept the laughter coming and kept the birthday girl in high spirits. The laughter escaped him before he had a chance to try to control it; not that he wanted to. The image of Ryder and Allela as some older married couple with children was hilarious to him and he knew saying so to either of them would result in nothing less than death. “Geez, don't say that to them.”
Leaving Allela and Ryder to their own devices at the bar, he followed Rhi into the crowd and then found the beat of the music. He didn't worry about the other two since he knew them well enough to know that Ryder would keep Allela out of trouble and she would keep him propped up by the bar. The time would come to track them down eventually, but for now he was content to stay on the dance floor and with Rhi. After all he had a challenge to win with her. Grabbing Rhi's hand, Grayson spun her around twice and then let her go again as the music sped up. “Prepare to dance until your feet ache!” He told her, refusing to lose this challenge under any circumstance.
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Post by Rhiannon Kaelyn Webb on Apr 21, 2014 0:37:14 GMT -5
Rhiannon had never been one to drink excessively. Not until she’d met the Scottish girl who just so happened to be Rhiannon’s closest girlfriend. And even then, it was only her nights out when she really went all out with the alcohol. There was a time, before Rhiannon had even met Allela or any of the friends she had now, when she thought her whole world would revolve around her parent’s parties. She knew she would never do exactly what they expected of her, but she might not have the tattoos, or have gone the not so traditional route of comic book illustrator. She probably would have gone off and finished school somewhere, getting her degree in something that had to do with art. No matter what path she had travelled down, art would be at the end of the long and winding road. “One of these days.” She teased, shaking her head.
Surprisingly, she’d become used to having to brush her hair away from her face and with the wig on securely, her hair wasn’t falling free. She wasn’t used to it and had to keep just pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose because she wasn’t exactly used to them being there either; despite the fact she owned three pairs of her prescription. “One drink, a dozen shots. One screw up is pretty good with that much alcohol.” She said, shrugging. She was bound to put her foot in her mouth again, she was constantly doing it. And she learned when she was young, not to apologise for what she said, even when the words that came from her mouth was stupid and useless. “I’m crazy, not insane.” Rhiannon said, giving Gray her best bland expression. She knew better than to say anything close to that to Allela or Ryder. They would definitely say something about it but Rhi doubted any of it would be good and she heard enough of the sarcastic responses that she didn’t need to add with her little observation.
Rhiannon knew how the dance floor worked with the other half of their group. So she knew it would take them a little longer to join the fray but they would get there eventually. Until then, she would let the music sweep her away while the bass of the song playing made her bones shake. Laughing, Rhiannon held Grayson’s hand, spinning around a couple times before being set free again. “Show me what you’ve got, Jason!” She called, letting the music wash over her. She loved to dance and that old saying Gray used was wasted on her. She could dance until the sun rose again and barely feel the ache or the exhaustion that was slowly creeping in on her. It wasn’t usually until she found a surface to fall asleep on that she felt the aches of a good night out.
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Post by Allela Katherine Wilcox on Apr 21, 2014 1:12:52 GMT -5
Allela arched her eyebrow at Ryder's groan. He ought to know by now that she befriended people under the strangest of circumstances. Her nights out were hardly uneventful and with their stories she was bound to meet some characters along the way. “I've sat on the couch for a shrink before, I know how they work.” Allela said as though that was really what the conversation was about. Of all her New York friends only Ryder knew about her rough past in Glasgow before she packed her bags and set off to explore the world, so only he would know about her brief stint on the shrink's couch. However, that was not the point and Allela didn't dwell on it. “You trying to say I keep bad company now? Gray is fine. He's a wee ass at times, but he's harmless.” She waved any concerns away and brushed her hair out of her eyes once more. “And I don't play games.” She added, almost by way of an afterthought.
The bar was where Allela felt at home compared to the dance floor. Of all the times she had ended up yelling at someone in a club it had been mainly on the dance floor. She had a few lingering issues with intimacy and her personal space being invaded and a dance floor was usually where intimacy was the key and personal space didn't exist. Eventually she would go up there, but even so it would only be a few songs before she would retreat back to the bar for another drink and a chance to regain her wits. Tonight especially she didn't want to end up in some altercation; not when it was Rhiannon's birthday trip out. However, it was Ryder who seemed to say the words that would keep her rooted to the bar for longer than most others around them. It sounded like a challenge, even if it did accompany his mocking. “Oh, you do, do you? Well then, let's put that to the test, Wilcox.” When the bartender passed back their way, Allela leaned over and order two straight tequila shots for her and her best friend. “When you fall on your arse in a few hours, I'm not carrying you to your bed!” She teased, clinking her glass against his before knocking back the shot. Her Jack and Coke was still in her hand and she used it to wash away the after-taste.
She could handle her drink extremely well. She could count on one hand the amount of times someone had had to hand her a bucket after a night out, and Allela could drink until her eyes were practically closed and words came out as nonsense babble. She joked it was down to good Scottish genes, but whatever it was she was thankful for them. It meant she could take on her friends like this and usually beat them. Right now she was looking forward to seeing the state of Ryder come the morning if he did manage to keep up with her. Allela would give him a reason to regret taking the challenge. “I just hope you like your hangovers rotten and three days long.” She warned, her grin full of mischief as she brought her drink back to her lips. “Twelve hours from now you're going to hate me.”
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Post by Ryder Xavier Wilcox on Apr 21, 2014 10:20:30 GMT -5
Ryder knew about Allela’s past. She had confided in him a while ago now and though they had talked about it at length at the time, they didn’t talk about it much, if at all now. There really wasn’t a good time to bring up in everyday conversation. At the time, they’d been having one of those rare, serious conversations. He had cared about Allela before that and wanted to keep her from harm’s way like he did any of his friends but after that, he wanted to keep her safer that much more; even if she hated it and called him out on it at every chance. He shook his head because despite all the time she spent on that couch, she was the same Allela. He hadn’t known her before everything happened but from the stories she told, he could see the only thing that changed about the girl in front of him was her age and location. “Gray’s an ass who probably hit your drink; Rhi is a hyperactive recluse unless someone tears her away from her work and I’m a sexy, sexy mess. So, yes, bad company you have in spades.” He laughed, leaving the games business alone. She was right, again of course. She didn’t play games but tossing those two must have been an experiment of some sort.
The Italian knew exactly what he was getting himself into by issuing that challenge; no time on the dance floor. Sure, he wasn’t going to get out of bed for the next week but at least he would have a good time out while he remembered it. “I do, indeed, Rosslyn. Bring it on!” He said, nearly swallowing his words at her tequila order. He could hold his own well enough but he wasn’t a massive drinker so he probably wouldn’t find his bed whenever they called it a night. “Same goes for you!” Ryder said, clinking his glass against hers before knocking back the shot with little issue. Tequila wasn’t his drink so he chased it with his drink, like Allela did to get rid of the taste in his mouth. He could handle what he drank during a night out but before tonight; it had never been as much as Allela. So he was going to be in for a rude awakening in the morning, or afternoon. “If in twelve hours, I remember either of our names, it’ll be a miracle.” He agreed, chuckling. As the bartender passed by them again, he ordered a few more shorts for the pair of them, handing over the bills as the bartender divvied up the line he’d just poured.
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Post by grayson clarke harris on Apr 21, 2014 11:52:52 GMT -5
Meeting Allela had definitely changed things in Grayson's life. His nights out in general were changed for the better and he wasn't likely to get into fights with angry boyfriends who kicked off over something Grayson saw as a simple misunderstanding. If anything like that so much as looked like it was happening now, Allela had a knack for dragging him away from the danger zone and letting things simmer down with one line to end them all. Plus, it was through her that he met people he also considered his friends now; like Rhiannon and Eli. The latter may not have been here for this weekend trip, but he was sure they'd bring the atist back some kind of souvenir and stories to keep him laughing for a good few days. It was the least they could do. “When that day comes I will dress in drag and sing Big Spender from the roof of the science building on campus.” He vowed, knowing that it was unlikely anyone would turn down a free drink, alcoholic or otherwise.
“Maybe. If you're in the lighter weight category.” Grayson teased, unable to help himself. It was set up so perfectly for him and he was a man who gave into temptation a little too often for it to be healthy. However, the drinks had been flowing freely so far tonight and with the other two at the bar he could only imagine their state by the time the four of them found each other again. It wouldn't be pretty, but it might just be hilarious. “Make sure you stay that way.” Gray grinned, meaning it as a warning and a compliment all bundled together. If Allela or Ryder even got wind of what they were talking about or their thoughts then Grayson expected blood to be spilt; and he was rather attached to his.
Grayson didn't mind acting like a food on the dance floor. He found that technique worked better than trying to play the seductive creep who just sidled up to girls like they had already given out an open invitation. He'd rather elicit laughter than get slapped. He pulled a few cheesy moves for Rhi's benefit, including a rather impressive robot when the music changed to suit it. While the bar might have been the home of drinking game and stupid bets, the dance floor was where all the fun could really happen. With the music and the lights there it was near impossible to feel anything other than the sound. He didn't have any worries or problems, but if he did then he knew that the dance floor was where he would forget about them for the night. “You best not be holding back there, Rhi.” He grinned, spinning her around again.
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TAGGED! Rhi, Ry, Alley-Cat ! <3 WORDS! 512! OUTFIT! Violent Voorhies! LYRICS! Crush'd - - - Say Anything NOTES! <3
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Post by Rhiannon Kaelyn Webb on Apr 21, 2014 18:33:21 GMT -5
It would have seemed like their entire group was tossed together thanks to Allela. And that was probably true. Without the pink haired Scot, Rhiannon never would have met Ryder or Grayson, or even Eli; though she suspected that friendship could have come around on its own if she visited enough galleries or concerts. Now she didn’t have to go through the troubles of helping her mother pick out more pieces for the family home’s walls; she could do it all on her own or demand Reese help her. Her brother got away with a lot being a boy while she had to attend half the luncheons, dinners and preppy little meetings. It had never impressed the group of uppity women when Rhiannon walked into the hall they’d rented for the meetings dressed like herself and not the debutante they expected; pastels were not her thing, neither was covering up like a good and proper young lady of status.
Rhiannon’s eyes lit up with mischief at Grayson’s promise. In her experience, the only reason to decline a free drink was because the guy in question gave you the heebie-jeebies or it not being brought by a waitress or the bartender. Rhiannon heard enough horror stories that she wasn’t about to become the next cautionary tale. “Oh, my god, that absolutely needs to happen anyway!” She said, clapping her heads. She was going to have that be the “punishment” for any bets lost until she’d gotten her fill of it; and something told her it probably wouldn’t get old. “Don’t be an ass, Grayson.” She said, punching his arm. She didn’t know if he would react but she would definitely leave a bruise where here knuckles connected.
Laughing, Rhi shook her head. “I don’t plan on it.” And she didn’t. She liked who she was and the level of crazy she was at. Telling Allela and Ryder what was on her mind would send her flying well past that line she walked frequently enough as it was. Rhi loved to dance and the music pumping through the speakers was great. She was jumping and dancing and spinning to the beat, joining Grayson here and there, laughing when he pulled some ridiculous move. “You’re the one who’s got something to prove!” She leaned in to say so she could be heard over the music that was so loud Rhi couldn’t hear herself think.
Tag || Alley-cat, Gray, Ryder! Words || 401 Clothes || So Scary! Like English Muffins! Music || Maybe ---One More Girl Notes || <3!
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Post by Allela Katherine Wilcox on Apr 21, 2014 19:14:50 GMT -5
She couldn't remember what had happened for her to think that telling Ryder about was a good idea, but she had done it and he had listened. If anything it had cemented that trust she placed in him. For a girl who didn't trust easily Allela trusted Ryder with her life. She just wouldn't inflate his ego by telling him as much. It was the last thing she needed Ryder tormenting her about! “You're right about the first two, but you were just a hopeless case back when I thought adopting strays was a good idea.” Allela told him, feigning seriousness while wearing a smirk. “Besides you know I'm a sucker for trouble. You lot all bring it my way.” Usually she needed no help in causing trouble, and she could hold her hands up to being responsible for most of it on a regular basis.
With the shots lined up, Allela's fingers closed around the first one before she looked up at Ryder. “Hey, at least Ryder is pretty easy to say when you're drunk. You try saying Allela then.” She told him as though it was the perfect excuse if she couldn't say her name in twelve hours. Knocking the first one back she coughed and then laughed, turning the glass upside down on the bar before reaching for another. “See this, this is what you needed. And you needed to come out with me to get it.” She said, nudging him playfully. If he woke up tomorrow with the worst hangover of all time then Allela was going to tell him it was the collective result of bailing on her for the past few months.
A little while later and the room was slipping in and out of focus, but the drinks didn't stop coming. Allela made sure that they had regular drinks to wash the shots down with and the bartender knew both of them by name since they hadn't left the bar and they kept calling him back over for refills and more rounds of shots. She wouldn't be surprised if he eventually cut the pair of them off. And as for Grayson and Rhiannon...well they could be anywhere right now. Allela hadn't given a thought to them in a while with the drinks and laughing with Ryder over silly memories and stupid moments. They had quite a few of them piling up already, so she could only begin to imagine what their stories might sound like in fifty years! “This is how we should spend the rest of our lives!” She shouted over the music and in between another shot. After swallowing the tequila in the small glass she continued. “Maybe not drinking like this; our livers would hate us. But you and me. We could take on the world.” It was the drink talking now, but she was also trying to tell Ryder that she'd always be there for him; in a backwards sort of way. He was her best friend and Allela didn't think there would ever be a fight that would truly push them apart. The way she often joked about it was that he was stuck with her whether he liked it or not.
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TAGGED! Ryder, Rhi & Gray! <3 WORDS! 598! OUTFIT! Final Fantasy Fierce! LYRICS! I Can't Do The One-Two Step - - - All Time Low NOTES!
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Post by Ryder Xavier Wilcox on Apr 21, 2014 20:30:04 GMT -5
Ryder had been annoyed and pissed off on Allela’s behalf when she first told him of her past. But he was also glad she’d felt she could trust him enough to confide in him. It was a difficult moment in her life and he knew about it. “Ah, so you agree I’m double the sexy? Always good to know.” Ryder teased, digging the fake compliment out of her words and running with it. He was aware she’d been talking about the other half of their little group this weekend, but anything for a laugh, right? “Hey! Leave me out of that. I bring no trouble.” He said, raising his hands as if he were completely innocent. His trouble didn’t usually come from a night of drinking but because he tried to bring the trouble with him for his best friend to get along with. Well, now he was trouble free and liking it that way.
Ryder had already tossed back the first shot set in front of him before Allela even opened her mouth to speak. Slamming the shot glass back onto the bar top upside down, Ryder blinked before looking over at Allela. “Ally’s p-pretty easy to say, too.” He chuckled, nodding his head. He really hadn’t gone out drinking since before everything with Aimee and that had been a few months; too many for Ryder to think about. It probably wouldn’t take him much longer before he was having difficulty putting one foot in front of the other. But he was also a stubborn one and determined to match Allela shot for shot for as long as he could. “You’re the only one who could get me out here.” He said honestly, knocking back and choking on his next shot. He recovered quickly enough, and started laughing at his lushness.
Ryder was impressed, in his hazy drunken state that he’d managed to keep up with Allela so far. But she made it so easy to forget the drinks, even as they were tossing them back. And Austin, their go to bartender wasn’t helping, always being within shouting distance, even over the music to refills their empty hands. The stories they were sharing were hilarious though and made him think there were probably too many of them for their young age. But that just went to show they’d had plenty of good times while they were young and free. “Ahh, Al-Ally. You and me, we.” He stopped mid word to down his next shot and laugh. “We’ll be together forever.” He finished, affectionately tugging on a piece of her pink hair.
Tag || Allela, Gray and Rhi Words || 432 Clothes || One, Two Music || Maybe --- One More Girl Notes || <3!
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