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Post by mae on Nov 3, 2010 17:40:53 GMT -5
Colton absent-mindedly walked around the crowd of people. He was so hammered, that all he heard was buzzing and most everything was blurred. It felt good to be this drunk and not care what was happening. Yeah he still had some of his sense but he still didn't care where he was going. As he took another swig of beer, he bumped into some guy, spilling the beer all over him. " OH! Sorry man, didn't see you there."
Outfit: Yatta!
Notes: for Zakkk
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Post by zakfox on Nov 3, 2010 21:17:36 GMT -5
  The night was interesting for Zak, to say the least. First off, he'd come in no outfit. Then, ran into his ex - who, he would never admit, he still wanted. But of course - she was off limits. Apparently, he wanted heroin more. Even now. So after destroying the deserts table by throwing some asshole who dared to hit on her into it, he was keeping low profile now. As in, waiting for some people he was supposed to deal with, and and just drinking in the corner of the room, not making much of an effort to talk to many people. Why? He didn't like people. Obvious enough. But, hell, drinking alone wasn't his fucking thing. He was already on his way to hangover-ville in the morning, though. Still, wasn't forgetting anything. A couple shots never hurt anyone. He drank his corona now, relaxing, looking around for a 'Mark', a frequent buyer. He studied the room -.. "-The fuck?!'" He exclaimed, feeling himself get shoved forward. Beer soaked his shirt and pants. He dropped the glass, hearing it break over the loud music, however no one looked over. It was happening everywhere, so no surprise, really. He turned around to face the prick, muscles tensing already in his right arm. "Little SHIT, you're gunna fucking pa-.." He stopped midway, his arm already up to punch the guy now paused. "..Hey, you look fuckin' familiar." he said, in the pause, before it hit him. He'd dealed to the guy before, a while back. Drug dealer karma. "..Well shit, Colton right?" He said, dropping his arm, a sudden coyote-grin fixating on his face. "Long time no see, where you been - you quit on me or something?' he said, as if the guy hadn't even spilled the beer on him.  POST FOR COLTON PRIMEAUX MUSE FROM THE SOUND OF MY OWN TYPING, BITCH. WEARING THISSORRY IT TOOK. I was making his outfit. ;D Also, like I said in the post, wanna just say Zak dealed to him before?
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Post by mae on Nov 3, 2010 21:41:13 GMT -5
Colton flinched. thinking ohshitohsitohshiti'mgoingtogetfuckingknockedout. He closed his eyes tightly, noting wanting to see the fist fly at his face. Until he heard,"..Hey, you look fuckin' familiar." he opened one eye slowly to look at the guy. Oh shit it was Zak. His dealer back when he did heroin. This probably wouldn't end well." ..Well shit, Colton right?" Colton nodded his head,"Yeah.... that's me". His voice trembled a bit. "Long time no see, where you been - you quit on me or something?' Colt gave a sigh of relief as the guy smiled. Looks like it wasn't going to be light out. " Haha, yeah its been quite a while hasn't it? Yeah actually I did quit. Trying to get my life together I guess. Man I'm sorry bout the beer. Wasn't really paying attention ya know?"
Outfit: Yatta!
Notes: oki doki :3 sounds gooooood
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Post by zakfox on Nov 4, 2010 0:06:06 GMT -5
He stared the guy down. Yeah, looked cleaner. At least, more awake, healthier. Zak always looked tired. Not just the bags, but his eyelids always heavy, halfway down. It made him look bored, and frankly, took away a lot of his own expression - made people think he hated them off the bat. Normally, he did. " Haha, yeah its been quite a while hasn't it? Yeah actually I did quit. Trying to get my life together I guess. Man I'm sorry bout the beer. Wasn't really paying attention ya know?" Was the guy talking fast? Maybe Zak was just slow. "Its alright, chill out. Didn't pay for them anyway." He said, while looking around, as if seeing who was nearby. Anyone dangerous to hear. He stepped closer to the guy, so no one over heard him much. "So, still sober or what? I got a backpack full of shit that says you won't last." He suggested, still grinning. POST FOR COLTON PRIMEAUX MUSE FROM THE SOUND OF MY OWN TYPING, BITCH. WEARING THISsneaky bastardsssss
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Post by mae on Nov 4, 2010 20:58:17 GMT -5
Colton stared at Zak as he came in close. "So, still sober or what? I got a backpack full of shit that says you won't last." He paused for a moment, not really sure of what to do. He could just like slap him and be like " noooo drugs are baddd" But then that he might actually follow through with his earlier punch attempt. So Colton tried to play it cool. " Nah man, it's been like almost a year now. Things are going good. Not gonna bring that shit back. Sorry, but you've lost a customer. I'm not going back, I swore.." He took a step back, widening the distance again. If Zak got pissed, at least Colton could see it coming for a second this way.
Outfit: Yatta!
Notes: oki doki :3 sounds gooooood
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Post by zakfox on Nov 4, 2010 21:21:55 GMT -5
Zak watched Colton's expression. His eyebrows raised at his answer. Really? He was one of the good customers. Favorites, at least. Why? Because Colt wasn't much a threat to him. Well, maybe he was, but he couldn't picture the guy ever taking a swing at his face. Or even a gun pointed, it just didn't seem to fit. Having him sober sucked. "Really bro?" He asked, a smug expression. "You're gunna turn down some Xanax?" He exhaled, making a "shhhh" sound. He took a large gulp of his drink. "Fuckin' gay. Come on, free on me even? I'm waiting for some uh.. friends." He offered with a shrug. "You could follow if you want, sober freak." he said seriously, though the name could have been a joke. He didn't plan on letting the guy stay sober. POST FOR COLTON PRIMEAUX MUSE FROM THE SOUND OF MY OWN TYPING, BITCH. WEARING THISwhoooot
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