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Post by dakota on Apr 16, 2011 23:30:42 GMT -5
 Another cigarette, and I'm so bored
(Your words aren't making sense)
AND I WAS TAKEN, BUT YOU WERE WAITING ONE MORE DRINK AND I'M CONVINCED- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - the bar was pretty empty tonight, why? who knows.. but that wasn't about to stop Dakota from drinking until he got himself sick, or until he was drunk enough to just plain, not care. The place didn't even look at ID's, not that his was real anyway. His was completely fake, but that was perfectly fine with him. He didn't really care. So he was sitting at the bar, with a tall beer in his hand and he was somewhat happy. even though he didn't care about who was here, that didn't mean he didn't want a pretty girl to talk to, or to make out with. Sleep with? Not so much.
Dakota was
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(W O R D S ! ?) less then good.
(S T A T U S ! ?)done
(L I S T E N I N G T O ! ?) yellow - coldpay
(N O T E S ! ?) this is soo bad and I'm very sorry.
(C R E D I T !?) xoxsilvermoonox @ CAUTION 2.0 |
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Post by raynee on Apr 19, 2011 4:30:12 GMT -5
  Kira, having nothing to do today, decided she'd go to the bar,.. where oddly enough they don't check I.D's she has her I.D but.. not a fake one. She figures everytime she's went in they haven't asked, so whats the difference this time? She decided to walk, since it was nice out, and it wasn't that far. And if she started drinking she wouldn't want to leave her car there. She wore some blue jean short shorts, with fishnet tights, and ankle high; heeled black boots with a tight black tank top that fit her perfectly, and showed her curves well. Her hair was down her curls were wavy and her hair was a bit messy, but looked good. Her make up was light with eyeliner and mascara with lipgloss. She wore a black sweat shirt that was a big baggy on her, and some aviators. She had her red purse with her. She arrived at the bar and gave a small smile to the bartender and ordered Vodka Lemonade. She then looked around the bar while she waited for her drink and spotted Dakota. She smiled and other than talking to him she sent him a text saying 'So what're you doing? Looking handsome today'  and then set her phone down on the table next to her and when her drink arrived she sipped on her drink. And grabbed out her notebook and started to finish drawing her picture, which was of the sunset on the beach she saw yesterday, although now she was going from memory, but was doing her best and improvising. She crossed her legs and waited for the reply from Dakota. |
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Post by dakota on Apr 23, 2011 0:45:48 GMT -5
Getting up from the bar, he moved to one of those booths, though he was probably going to end up getting up and getting a lot more beer before he actually stayed there. Oh what a lie, he was going to end up moving back over to the bar and talking to some random girl all night long. he knew that as well as anyone else who actually really knew the boy. He leaned back in the booth and put his phone on the table. Sure, put a really nice phone on the table, when your really drunk. Such a great idea. the only better idea was to leave his wallet on the table. some things the boy just never thought through. Oh well. He wasn't really completely drunk, yet.
Hearing his phone go off, Dakota looked at it and looked around. Kira? of course, he didn't actually see her anywhere, but sometimes he was as blind a s a bat when looking for things. Drinking, what else does one do at a bar? thank you. I'd tell you how pretty you look, but i don't see you.. he sent back to her, he didn't actually want to move at the moment, and the bartender actually brought him another drink. hurray! he didn't have to move! the boy was overly lazy, and he was happy with that. Really, the more drinks he could get without having to move the happier he would be. Being slightly impatient and not waiting for Kira to answer he texted her again with "You should come sit with me in this booth, cause i don't want to move, and so i can tell you how pretty you are.'' he set his phone down on the table again and leaned back into the booth, pretty content with himself.
notes: this is terrible, and i'm sorry i never finished the first post. I'll do that sooner or later >.>
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and then set her phone down on the table next to her and when her drink arrived she sipped on her drink. And grabbed out her notebook and started to finish drawing her picture, which was of the sunset on the beach she saw yesterday, although now she was going from memory, but was doing her best and improvising. She crossed her legs and waited for the reply from Dakota.