Post by DANTE XAVIER COLLINS. on Sept 24, 2012 17:21:45 GMT -5
take yourself to higher places !
someone should come save drunk dante c:
OPEN . 641 . OUTFIT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 390px; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px;] nothing felt better in the world than taking a piss after a long, very long, drunk walk. especially with the greasy mcdonald's smell that made you want to start eating the air whenever you walked into the building. for dante, this was like his regular sunday night routine; go out with the band, hit the labyrinth after getting almost shitfaced at his bar, then invade mcdonald's with whatever bitches the guys didn't care enough to tell to fuck off. and, considering they were all single, it wasn't like they were going to piss anyone off for some "fine drunk dining." well, except maybe the really old manager who always seemed to volunteer for sunday's night shift. tonight wasn't any different than any other sunday, other than the fact that dante hadn't given any of the drunken bimbos with them the idea that he was interested in them whatsoever. because, honestly, none of their clone-like versions held his gaze for more than a few seconds. and if he couldn't even look at them for more than a minute, there was no way his liver would survive the amount of alcohol it'd take to actually get himself drunk enough to do anything with any of them. and that was the sad truth about a lot of women these days. the young ones, anyway. in fact, it was bad enough that after he was done in the bathroom, and all he had to do was open the door to the main building and instantly want to shelter himself in a stall from the sound of their obnoxious laughter. but, without any other excuse to take a million years in the can, he pushed on despite the devil on his shoulder. the smell of burgers helped drown out the typical girl bickering back and forth as he joined his band-brothers in the ordering line. there was only a couple before them, so dante knew it wouldn't be long until he was taking his usual role in ordering for the band. it didn't help that the cashier working tonight was one that'd been trying to get him into the whole jailbait fetish since he'd returned to carmel. luckily, dante had too much going for himself to stoop that low, and possibly lose everything in his life, just for a sixteen year old who probably wouldn't have been worth it anyway. when the couple stepped aside to wait for their order, dante stepped up to the plate, flashing his normal drunken smirk at tiffany, playing oblivious to the fact that she'd tried to unbutton her uniform secretly. "two rounds of vodk- wait, that's not right. uhm.. right, okay. three big mac meals, two mcdoubles, large drink, and.. fuck, one of those baked apple pie things." he was in the midst of fishing out his wallet when his drummer, jackson, joined him. after clapping his arm around dante, he threw tiffany a rather suggestive smirk before his attention was grabbed by the girl that was really gunning for jackson's bed. shrugging jackson's arm off, dante shook his head and laughed it off as best as he could, handing over his credit card. as soon as the transaction was made, he pushed the card back into his wallet and tucked it into his back pocket once again. "oi, collins! what's taking so long? that teenie booper isn't givin' you a hard time, is she?" called their singer, his poking fun tone making dante force his lips into a grin at his friend. "why don't you go take your sexy ass and go find a table?" sticking his middle finger up towards the group as they shuffled out of line and towards the dining section of the building, dante moved off to the side to wait for their orders, finally in peace from the overambitious group. |
