we are, the GOTH DETECTIVES --} NICK

[DEVLYN ALEXANDER BARRETT]

(( push it baby, push it outta control,

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i got my gun cocked tight and i'm ready to blow ))
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'Suppose you could say the bar was actually sort of full tonight. Not that it really stopped Devlyn from going and getting drunk. Really, he was completely mental at times. This is one of those times. He looked like a hobo, though he always preferred hobo-pirate. it always just sounded much more classier to him. Then again, this man was completely insane at times. Really, just mental. Oh whatever. Sitting at the bar, his tall glass in his hand, he chugged yet another drink. Really, he already had drank about four other beers, but that didn't seem to stop him. Pulling his t-shirt down, as it had seemed to start to crawl up his stomach yet again, he looked around the bar. Nick was suppose to be coming to drink with him, wasn't he? What if Devlyn got the wrong time, or the wrong date all together? Well, he would always come back! But for now, he was going to drink until his heart was content.

Or until it just stopped beating all together. Whichever came first. Picking up his beer again, he took a long swig from it and placed it loudly back on the bar. He sat there, turning in his chair a lot, not even sure what he was doing. He wanted Nick to get here! Of course, he knew he was one of the very very few people who was aloud to call Nick, Nick. He usually just made people call him Nicholas, but not Devlyn. Oh no, they were best friends. the best of friends! Really! like, Buzz and Woody! Right? yeah, that's how Devlyn's drunk brain put it anyway.

Maybe Nick wasn't coming. Hell, maybe he was ditching him. Wait, why would he do that? He loved him, they were best friends, and they would never ditch each other. Would they? Well, Devlyn wouldn't at least, at least he didn't think he would. but you're asking a drunk man, its like asking a rabbit how to tell you to get to new york from here. It wasn't really a good idea at all, now was it? Nope. Was Devlyn actually early for once in his twenty-four years of life? He couldn't have been. Maybe he was so late that Nick just went home because he was tired of waiting. That was much more likely then Dev actually being early, or hell! Even on time for once! Clearly he was just very late and Nick left. That just had to be it.

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[/color] this is such crap.. I'm sorry D:
STATUS;;[/color] done
TAGGED;;[/color] cazi && nick
OUTFIT;;[/color]sorry, he's naked.
MUSIC;;[/color] goth detectives :3
CREDIT;;[/color] NIKKI SYX ?! of caution2.0, bby![/size][/right]

[NICHOLAS VINCENT LOVE]

Nicholas couldn't remember the last time he'd been sober. Of course, he was sure that he had been at one point in the past week, but at the moment, everything was a blur of marijuana smoke and alcohol. There'd been no reason for his sudden drunken splurge except for that Nicholas had just wanted to be out of it for as long as possible and see where it took him. He took another long, blissful hit from the joint he was smoking before he cut the ignition to his Honda Civic. He'd been too drunk to drive, so he'd hoped more pot would even everything out, make him more aware. And he'd gotten to the bar fine, so he could only assume his plan had worked, though he was certain he wouldn't be allowed to drive home. Clumsily, he reach over to the passenger seat and dipped another Saltine into the jar of Nutella he'd brought with him for reasons he couldn't quite remember. He yanked the keys out of his car while simultaneously stuffing the cracker into his mouth, aware but uncaring of the fact that the hazelnut spread was all over his lips. He didn't need to care if he didn't want to, and Nicholas sure as fucking hell didn't want to.

He somehow got into the bar, though exactly how was a mystery. One second he'd been in his car, the next he was flinging himself onto a stool next to Devlyn and demanding two whiskeys out of the bartender. One for now, one so that he wouldn't have to wait to continue once he was done with his first. His father had always told stories of his ridiculous alcoholic friend who had his alcohol ordered well in advance so that he never had to break the flow. Once one margarita was done, the second was hardly far behind. "Devlyn," Nicholas half said, half-sang. He'd had a thought that was supposed to follow the name, but he'd forgotten it by the time he was meant to speak again. Instead, he just smiled, a wide dopey smile that hardly reached up to his big blue eyes. They were too loose in his head, not focusing on much of anything. He was too drunk, too far gone. Nicholas had gotten his head start a week in advance and he'd been keeping pace ever since. He wondered vaguely if there was a limit as to how drunk someone got before it was just a steady stream of the same level of drunkenness, but only moments after the hardly understandable thought passed through his mind, it didn't matter at all anymore. If there was a limit, Nicholas would reach it and if there wasn't, well, Nicky wasn't planning on stopping anyway. "Devlyn," he repeated, finally remembering his thought from before. "What's up?"

Nicholas took a long drink from his whiskey, letting it burn his throat without getting any kind of a reaction. How alcohol had a temperature, he'd never understand, but he figured it had something to do with the way that peppers had a temperature as well. They were always hot, not matter how cold they physically were. Brilliant, he told himself, proud of his wonderful simile. It'd been a good one, as far as he was concerned. Burning peppers, burning whiskey. It was the same thing, really, wasn't it?

[DEVLYN ALEXANDER BARRETT]

Devlyn had seen Nicholas in their apartment earlier, surely he couldn't have forgotten that he was suppose to be coming to the bar with him tonight, right? Nicholas wasn't stupid, he would remember to come here. Maybe he was passed out drunk in his car. oh who knows where that boy was. Devlyn sure as hell didn't know where he was. Sure he would worry about his boyfriend -- if that was what you wanted to call Nicholas -- Sure, Devlyn though that they were in fact together, but every time he tried to get Nicholas to admit it, he always seemed to turn it down and tell him to shut up, or he would just insult him. Dev didn't like that the younger man insulted him every time he said he was his boyfriend. Truly very insulting, and he would always fake that he was hurt, even though deep down it didn't actually hurt him very much.

Looking up at the sound of Nicholas's voice, a huge smile went across his face. Upon Nicholas getting closer to him, he could smell the stench of weed coming off of him. Sure, he use to do that stuff, but not anymore. Devlyn was clean -- well at least from illegal shit like that -- Devlyn had his medicine from the doctors and stuff of that sort, but that didn't really count to much. The only thing that Devlyn did was drink to the point were he blacked out most of the time. Looking at Nicholas, who was sitting there extremely drunk even though he just got to the bar, Devlyn watched him. he was just happy that the younger man didn't forger that he was suppose to meet him here.

Hi, Nick!" Devlyn said loudly, even though it wasn't even that loud in the bar, Devlyn thought that it was loud so he had to raise his voice to talk to him. Though, it wasn't even that loud that he was speaking, but his drunk mind though that. "I thought you had forgotten me!" he slurred a bit, smiling at his best friend.

[NICHOLAS VINCENT LOVE]

Nicholas smiled at Devlyn's concern. Drunk though he was, Devlyn must have known that Nicholas could never forget about him. Even over the three years Nicholas had been in London, not once did he go a day without thinking of his best friend. He'd let Devlyn inside him, for Christ's sakes, and that wasn't something Nicholas would easily forget. He'd never forget the first time the two had down it with each other nor would he forget all the subsequent times afterward. Just the idea that Devlyn thought Nicholas could ever forget about him was preposterous enough to make a laugh bubble up through Nicholas's drunken lips. "Forgetting you would be a hard feat for anyone to accomplish," Nicholas told his friend, silently adding and for me it'd be impossible. Nicholas kicked his feet lazily at the bar, his electric blue cowboy boots ricocheting off the wood every time they struck it. He made sure to keep at least two feet between himself and Devlyn whenever the two were out in public, no matter how drunk they were. Devlyn was Nicholas's little secret, no matter how much Devlyn was dying not to be. In public, when their hands were close to touching, Nicholas pulled away quickly and when Devlyn attempted to close Nicholas's obligatory gap between the two of them, Nicholas made it that much wider. It wasn't that he didn't like Devlyn, but Nicholas didn't want people thinking he actually was gay. Just because he experimented with his friend didn't mean that he was gay at all. Just because he took it up the ass or in his mouth 90% of the time did not make him a faggot at all.

"What've you been up to since this morning?" Nicholas asked casually, though what he was really asking was what've you been up to since our lovely evening together, Devlyn? But Nicholas himself hardly knew that that was what he was really asking. Instead, he took another long swig of whiskey, letting it wash down his throat and stamp out any 'read between the lines' style things he was saying.

Sometimes Nicholas wondered what it would be like if anyone knew about him and Devlyn and the thoughts were mostly so unpleasant, Nicholas couldn't imagine ever letting out his secret. He hated the idea of being called a fag by people he hardly knew. Already, he was risking that just by hanging out with Devlyn who didn't keep his bisexuality a secret. The only thing that kept Nicholas safe was the sheer number of girls he'd fucked.

"And don't say drinking," Nicholas continued on from what he'd been in the midst of saying, "because i already know that you had a liquid breakfast." It didn't take a genius to know that Devlyn drank a little bit too much, but it was okay because Nicholas pretended a little bit too much and together they could be invincible in their own too much sort of way. Nicholas lifted his whiskey to his lips again, letting the alcohol take his mind to places it had never been, thinking thoughts it never had before.