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Post by jackson lee frost on Mar 24, 2013 23:12:01 GMT -5
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Once his eyes adjusted to the bright light he opened them and then he realized that he was still facing the wall. Well that was attractive. He rolled over so that he was focusing on his ceiling now. It was a dirty ceiling. But then again, this was a shitty ass apartment and he did not want to leave it. Sure, he could probably afford one a little more nicer than this but Jackson thought it had charm. If that charm meant neighbors screaming at all hours of the night and the blaring music that was always coming on then sure. But it was home and anywhere else probably would have been too quiet. Besides, if someone ever shot him in the stomach he could scream out and people would hear him. So there was always that and that was important to him. Jackson had no intentions of dying on accident. If he was going to die it was going to be on his own terms god dammit. That was probably a little depressing but it was what it was and there was nothing that he could do about it. It was just how he felt he supposed.
And with that he got up and moved on with the rest of his day. It seemed to pass by in a blur. He had a couple of people call him up looking to score and he even snorted some stuff that he really did not like but hey whatever. Anything for a friend. By the time he was done with his “errands” it was still early into the evening and he did not want to go home right now. So why not go to a bar for a few more hours? It was not like he was doing anything illegal there anyways, at least from what people could prove. So he turned on his heel and walked to his favorite bar, pretty damn excited to be there. And when he actually walked in he sat down and then ordered his regular. A jack and coke. Pretty simple and it did its job for sure. So he continued to drink his drink, praying that nobody would bother him.
TAGGED spencer ( amanda ) NOTES and so it begins >D |
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Post by spencer lee frost on Mar 28, 2013 23:34:14 GMT -5
Spencer was tired as hell and he had a bit of a headache. Luckily it wasn't to bad because he remembered to take asprin before and that always helped. Also he usually didn't get to bad of hangovers just a little headache was all that usually happened to him. It was enough to annoy him though and make him have to have more asprin. He just needed to go back to sleep. But all he ended up doing was staring up at the celing thinking about vivian and what had happened which just gave him an even bigger headache than he already had. He was drunk off his ass but not so drunk that he didn't remember things. He was missing bits and peices but he knew he fucked her and that was all that mattered really. He still couldn't believe that he had done it. He still hated her guts but he found that he had kind of liked it. 'It has to be because i was drunk' he thought trying to convince himself that it was true. That, that is all that was. A drunken one night stand. Nothing more than that. The person it was with made no difference what so ever. It didn't change the fact that he hated her and she hated him that was just the way life works. You do stupid shit and you forget about it. So why couldn't he? Because he was pissed that he allowed it to happen that's why. Or at least that was the reason he was giving and he was sticking to it.
He decided that laying in bed all day thinking about Vivian wasn't going to do him much good. It happened that was it he needed to move on with life what better way to do that than go to a bar, get drunk, and pick up a random girl? Normally spencer wasn't the type for picking up random chicks (even though this would make it the second day in a row that he'd done just that) but he wanted to forget about Vivian and that was the best way to do it.
So he climbed out of bed and dragged himself to the bathroom. He showered and dressed in jeans and the first shirt he could find smelling it first to make sure it was clean. Yeah he really needed to do some laundry. But oh well that could wait until tomorrow. He grabbed his keys and headed to the nearest bar. He strolled the nearest stool and sat his ass down. He was enjoying himself he was scanning the bar looking for an available girl when he turned around and found none other than his stupid brother sitting there. He wasn't in a very good mood and aside from Vivian jax was the last person that he wanted to see at the moment. So he blamed his mood for his attitude. what are you doing here? Don't you have something illegal to be doing?" he snapped.
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Post by jackson lee frost on Mar 30, 2013 12:22:21 GMT -5
[newclass=.hoverr]opacity: 0; width: 200px; height: 300px; transition-duration: 0.5s; -moz-transition-duration: 0.5s; -webkit-transition-duration: 0.5s; -o-transition-duration: 0.5s;[/newclass] [newclass=.hoverr:hover]opacity: 0.8[/newclass] [newclass=.hover2]width: 100x; height: 300px; background-color: #fefefe; font-family: times; font-family:wire one; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; line-height: 8pt; font-size: 15px; color: #fefefe;[/newclass] living in this world infected | [atrb=border,0,true] So far nobody had really peaked Jackson’s interest. Maybe it was because he was pinning for a lost cause or maybe he was too picky right now. He really had no reason to be picky since he had brought home some pretty bad looking people. But once they found out that he was a drug dealer most of the time they would just throw themselves at him. It was amazing what people would do for drugs. And it was also a little scary since nobody really had any kind of moral compass when it came to that kind of stuff. He supposed that he was not one to talk though, considering his profession. He really had no right at all to sit here and judge someone since he was a drug dealer but he did anyways. Nobody could really tell him what he could and could not do anyways. Except maybe the police but he figured that they already knew what he was doing so they could just come and get him whenever they pleased. It probably also helped their case that his twin brother was on the police force as well and could tell them exactly when and where Jackson was making a deal. He really hated that about his twin among other things. But that, that was number one.
And that was when a pretty blonde haired girl sat down next to him and batted her eyelashes at him. Well this is what he was talking about. Jackson gave her a million watt grin and then leaned against the bar while she sipped on her fruity smelling drink. And then they got to talking. He found out that her name was Emily and she was here visiting a sick uncle. Jackson really had to say that she did not care because all he wanted to do right now was get lucky. It seemed like that was going to be the initial plan though because she acted like she wanted that as well. Jackson was about as giddy right now as a child on Christmas and he had no idea why. Maybe it was because he was bored out of his freaking skull or maybe it had been a while, he honestly could not remember. What he did know was that before they both left he was going to have to take something. He really did not care what the hell it was, as long as he was not sober anymore.
But just when he was about to get up he heard a familiar voice and he froze in the spot. So he turned around and felt his mouth nearly hit the ground. What the hell was his brother doing here? He then rolled his eyes and raised his finger to the girl, telling her one minutes. “What the fuck are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be fighting crime?” he asked him, clearly annoyed with his brother butting into his business. Seriously he could not have found a different bar to frolic to? This was obnoxious.
TAGGED spencer ( amanda ) NOTES sorry it's so shitty :c |
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