Sick Little Games {OPEN}

[DAVID ADAMS GREENE]

you keep calling it a crash and burn just wait your turn you might have time to speak there
BARELY WAS A LESSON LEARNED ,

CAUSE IT RETURNED NO FAVORS BACK TO ME
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Friday night had finally come; the day had been one of the longest in David’s opinion. The band’s spot in the lineup kept getting changed and switched around; on top of that they kept having technical difficulties, which always frustrate David. Not only was it humiliating, but he always hated the way the tech guy maneuvered their instruments. Sometimes David just fixed the problem himself, that tech fucker had no idea what he was doing, he’d just ruin it. Aside from the shit that happened during their performance hours, some stupid kid dropped an entire coca-cola can on his white slip-on vans, ultimately destroying them. Being a part of one the bands and in order to protect his and the bands image, he had to play it cool and act as if it was no problem. But you bet your ass, when he got back to the tour bus, he was fuming. His band mates knew to just leave him alone and let him smoke a bowl in peace, it usually calmed him down.

Hours later, he was calmer; hoping the bad luck from earlier wasn’t still on his back. He needed a good night. He had heard from another person on tour that there was a party at the nearby hotel to celebrate the start of a brand new weekend. It was originally suppose to be at one of the tour buses, but of course, too many people were invited and would definitely not fit inside all at once. And there was no way, David was going to be pushing and shoving his way through a tour bus, just to get some beer. He had just finished getting dressed, black skinny jeans slightly ripped up (done by himself), a white fitted t-shirt that hugged his body just right complimenting his slim figure, the shirt had a black cartoon bomb in the lower left corner and in the center of the shirt it said THE HUNDREDS, just a shirt he got back when he went to L.A. He debated whether or not to bring a sweater; he knew he’d get hot, especially in a hotel party. So many bodies in one room, was just intense.

He grabbed his black Glamour Kills hoodie and slipped his skinny arms through the sleeves. He zipped it up halfway and looked at his reflection in the full length mirror that they had in the tour bus. He grabbed his brush and made his hair go just the way he liked it, yes, he had a specific way to do his hair, hey he was into his looks and he knew what he looked good in. He was now debating whether or not to wear a hat, he quickly shook his head, ”Naahh”, he hated when drunk girls approached him all ’CAN I WEAR YOUR HAT!?!??!?!’, it truly annoyed the shit out of him. He grabbed his keys and phone from his bunk, hopping off of the tour bus he heard a honk. He looked at the driver that was parked right before him and narrowed his eyes, ”Really…?”, he said laughing a little, ”I’m already outside asshole”, he chuckled and hopped into the passenger’s seat. His two other buddies were in the back seat, he acknowledged them with a head nod and a simple ”Sup?”, and looked at his cell. He had the front seat reserved for eternity, he didn’t do back seats, unless there were some sexual favors being taken care of back there and his friends knew that.

He had three text messages he had missed while he was getting ready, two from random girls he had only spoke to once, and one from a friend asking if he was on his way yet. He didn’t reply to the two girls, he couldn’t even believe he had given them his number, he must have been drunk. He slipped his cell back into his pocket and looked up, catching up with the world around him, they were just outside the hotel looking for parking. That was a quick ride, but then again, the hotel wasn’t too far from where the tour buses were parked. David got out of the car as soon as they found a spot and walked in and up the stairs to the correct room with his friends. He always arrived to parties with his friends, but it didn’t mean he left with them. They knocked on the door and some random drunk guy opened it with a huge grin on his face, David couldn’t help but laugh. He made his way through and walked straight towards the booze, free booze was his favorite. He parted ways from his friends and went to go mingle, he looked around smiling at the sight of the energy everyone was illuminating. He could tell it was going to be a fun night; he grabbed a bottle of vodka and took the whole thing with him. He walked over to his friends when he saw them chilling off to the side a bit, joining in the conversation slightly, but still with his eyes taking a look at the dancing bodies around.

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[ELEANOR PAIGE ALLEN]

Eleanor lay in her bunk, looking at her cell phone intently. Friday had rolled around faster than she had expected. The day had actually gone pretty well. Their set was at one, and it went well. There was a great turn out. A couple of technical difficulties, but nothing they couldn’t handle. She had spent the rest of her day hanging around at the merch table. It was funny how many people commented on how quiet she was. On stage Eleanor was loud and boisterous. She jumped and ran around stage like a fool with her head cut off. Off stage Eleanor was kind of quiet and mild mannered. She wasn’t hard to talk to though and easily opened up, which was another thing people commented it on. Eleanor rolled over onto her stomach, still looking at her cell phone. It was Friday night. There were things to see, people to do, and parties to attend. Where the fuck was Vanna? She was usually back by this time of night. Eleanor thought about leaving without her. Yeah, it was a bitch move, but they were attending the same party anyways. It didn’t really matter if Eleanor got there a bit earlier than Vanna did. Sure, it’d piss her off, but Vanna would get over it.

Eleanor slowly opened the curtains to her bunk, looking around the bus. There was no one there. She hopped down the five foot drop to the floor. Eleanor always got the top bunk. Always. Her cousin’s bunk was below her’s, which was a good arrangement since she liked the top bunk and Vanna liked the bottom. Eleanor kicked a pile of clothes, unearthing her suitcase from the mess. Their van was a disaster, but at least she could still find stuff. She zipped open the large leopard print suitcase. Eleanor was not, by any means, a light packer. She dug through the suitcase, fishing out a grey tank-top and a jean skirt. She changed quickly, and then looked in the mirror. Her hair was a mess! She flattened out her hair, applied her makeup, and headed for the door. Eleanor grabbed a pen "Dear Vanna. I'm leaving without you. That's what you get for making me wait, bitch<3 Love Elly" She scribbled on a piece of paper, placing it down on the table where it could be seen. She quickly slipped on her black high heels before grabbing her lighter, cigarettes, and phone. She slipped her phone into her bra before heading out the door. It was already dark, and a little cold, but she knew she’d just lose her hoodie if she brought one.

The cold air nipped at her skin, but she tried to ignore it. She lit a cigarette as she walked towards the parking lot. Eleanor pulled out her phone, dialling the number of a local cab company. She waited about fifteen minutes – enough time to finish another two cigarettes – until she spotted a yellow taxi cab swerve into the parking lot. She dropped her cigarette, stomping it out, and waved the cab over. Eleanor opened the door to the vehicle and sat down in the back. She told the driver the address of the hotel. It was only about a ten minute drive. The tab was $10.54. “Thanks” she said, pulling a twenty out of her pocket and handing it to the driver. She opened the door and hopped out, walking quickly towards the hotel. It was suddenly a lot colder than she had remembered, and she was starting to think that a hoodie wasn’t such a bad idea.

She opened the hotel door, a flood of hot air rushing towards her. She stepped inside the reception area, asked for directions to room, and headed towards the stairs. Eleanor didn’t have time for elevators. She quickly climbed the two flights of stairs before walking down a long hallway. She made her way to the hotel room, and knocked loudly. She was greeted by a drunken man toting a half empty bottle of white rum. She smiled as he gestured for her to come in. The room was fairly crowded with people, some dancing, some hanging off to the side. Eleanor made her way towards the alcohol. “Free alcohol. Yum” she thought picking up a mickey of jack. Whisky was her drink of choice. She took the bottle and made her way through the heard of people. She was looking for the balcony so she could smoke while she drank. Wading through the wall of moving bodies, she finally broke out of the crowd. She spotted the balcony just a couple of meters away.

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I hope you enjoyed reading thiiis.
Yeah, it’s not my best. I’m sorry ):

[DAVID ADAMS GREENE]

if you fall for me, I’m not easy to please
IMMA TEAR YOU APART, TOLD YOU FROM THE START ,

BABY FROM THE START, IM GONNA BREAK YOUR HEART
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The friend that had texted David earlier, Freddie, was beside him. While the three friends David had came with were on the opposite of Freddie. They were talking about some fight that had occurred earlier in the audience during one of the performances, David wasn’t completely paying attention but he knew the main points. He was sitting on the arm of the couch in the hotel room, a couple were making out behind him, and next to them was some guy who looked completely out of place, drowning himself in what looked like a 6 pack of Bud light. David shook his head, the kid looked pathetic and needed to walk around and get some action or even a casual conversation. He couldn’t understand how people could be so anti-social or lonely, when you could just walk up to someone and most likely find something to talk about or just do something. He shrugged and turned his attention back to his group of friends, occasionally sipping on the bottle of vodka in his hands. The taste wasn’t as disturbing as the tequila in other party-goers’ stomachs, so he could definitely handle the casual drinking of the liquid.

He loved the parties that were thrown by the bands on tour, there was always booze provided, which meant less money for him to spend. He had his usual cigarette behind his right ear, in case he got frustrated or bored later on in the night. He could just step out for a minute and enjoy a nice cigarette. He had back up gum in his back pocket, he always had gum with him, fresh smelling breathe was definitely key. He took more gulps of the vodka; he occasionally looked at the door, in case someone he knew or someone attractive came in. There were plenty of able bodies that appealed to David, but he preferred to wait a bit until he got a buzz, it gave him time to feel tingly and to make sure there wasn’t someone hotter around. A girl had approached the group along with her friend; he didn’t give her or the friend a second glance, though he could see the main girl from the corner of his eye trying to get his attention. She had clearly come over for him, but he didn’t care, she was definitely not his type, plus Freddie would probably appreciate her much more than he would.

He looked forward and around, lightly nodding his head to music, he loved that they played danceable music at the parties too. Even music that you could dance with yourself to, which is what David usually did if drunk enough. He had recently learned to shuffle at a party the previous weekend. So maybe later he could get into that, If he was feeling bouncy enough, plus he liked showing off. He looked around, checking out as many girls as his eyes could as his eyes lightly scanned over the room. There was definitely variety here; he could easily see that, he even smiled at a few, just buttering them up, in case he decided to hit on them later. He took another long gulp and his eyes landed on the balcony, ahh, sweet, he thought, he could go have a smoke now, especially since he wasn’t really doing much but drinking. David stood up without announcing his departure and began walking towards it, leaving his group of friends in confusion. They’d eventually figure it out; they knew David well enough to know he was always on the prowl. He made it to the balcony, there were a few people there, but David chose to ignore them for now. All he wanted was the familiar taste of the cancer stick, he brought his free hand up to his ear and took the cigarette off of it, placing the tip between his lips. He places his bottle down on the ledge and pulled his lighter out, blocking the wind from blowing it away with his other hand and lit up the cigarette smoothly. He was a pro at this by now, he had been smoking for the past 4 years. He put his lighter back and inhaled, bringing two fingers to pick up the cigarette from his lips. He exhaled, took a hold of his bottle again with his free hand and looked around at the view. He had to admit the night sky was very appealing, the lights of the city definitely made him feel comfortable, and almost as if it was definitely telling him that this was a party night.

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[ELEANOR PAIGE ALLEN]

Eleanor was walking towards the balcony when she was intercepted by a few boys. They didn’t appear to be completely wasted. That is, until they opened their mouths. All she heard was a slur of ‘hey, your that girl from that band’ ‘will you sleep with me?’ ‘can I have your number’ comments. She laughed, figuring it would be entertaining to humour them. “Um, yeah sure” she giggled, giving out a fake number that she used a lot. She took a large gulp of her whisky as the boys quickly typed her ‘number’ into their phones. Then one of the boys started telling a story. She only caught every couple sentences of it, but from what she could tell it wasn’t a very good story to begin with. She smiled meekly, taking another sip of her whisky. Would they ever shut up and go away?! She just wanted to go out for a smoke. “Oh hey, so” Eleanor spoke up, interrupting the story, not that they noticed. “You see those girls over there?” she asked. The boys all turned, craning their necks to get a look. “Uh, yeah. They told me earlier that uh, they thought you guys were really cute. You should totally go talk to them.” She said, pointing in the direction of three random girls. The boys muttered something, then left to bother someone else.

Once again Eleanor was walking towards the balcony, when she got a text message. Texting while walking was dangerous, so she leaned against the nearest wall and checked her phone. It was from Vanna. No doubt she had found her note, and she was probably pretty angry about it. ‘Hey so, thanks for ditching. >.>’ Eleanor smiled. She wasn’t as angry as expected. She quickly texted her back before looking around the room, this time she really took a good look around, looking for anyone she knew, or basically anyone who seemed entertaining. She took a few sips of her whisky before checking her phone again. No response.

She was about to start towards the balcony again before her phone dinged again. She sighed, sitting down on a nearby couch. Somebody really didn’t want her to have that smoke. The text was from a guy she had accidentally given her number to. She was too drunk to remember her fake number, and had given him her real one instead. He was a really creepy guy. He had followed her around the party all night and when it was time to leave he would not take no for an answer. He kept insisting that she come home with him. She had finally got him off her back by telling him she had a show the next morning. This wasn’t exactly a lie, except for the fact that the show was at eight pm. Eleanor hadn’t heard from him since, until now that is. She read the text ‘Hey, so I’m going to this party tonight and I was wondering if you were gunna show? It’s at this hotel in room 213. Feel free to show up if you’re bored’. ‘fuuuuuck’ she thought, scanning the room another time. She didn’t see him anywhere, but just in case she took a couple more huge gulps of whisky. She’d need a few stiff drinks to handle this guy.

Eleanor tapped her foot to the music. She wasn’t the hugest fan of dance music, but she did love dancing. Unfortunately she had no one to dance with. Maybe coming alone was a bad idea. She took a few more sips of her drink before, finally, standing and making her way to the balcony. This time she was successful. Eleanor walked out the sliding glass doors and leaned on the balcony railing. It was cold outside but she’d get over it. They must have had the heat cranked inside, because she could feel the heat on her back. You could see the city from the balcony. It was all lit up. New York was beautiful. Eleanor pulled her out her cigarettes, taking one from the package and slipping the filter between her lips. She felt around her pockets but couldn’t find her lighter. Did she drop it? “shit” she mumbled, double checking. ‘shit shit shitttttt’ she thought. She looked over at the boy beside her. He was smoking; he must have had a lighter. She removed the cigarette from her mouth. “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to have a light?” she asked. Eleanor felt completely stupid asking, she felt even more stupid not having noticed that her lighter was missing.

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Lots of internal dialog D:

[DAVID ADAMS GREENE]

if you fall for me, I’m not easy to please
IMMA TEAR YOU APART, TOLD YOU FROM THE START ,

BABY FROM THE START, IM GONNA BREAK YOUR HEART
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David stood on the balcony, one hand attending to his cigarette and the other gripped tight to his bottle of vodka. The bottle was halfway done now, meaning the alcohol would hit him at any moment. He loved getting fucked up on the weekends, it was one of his favorite things about being a so called rock star. He took a big gulp and looked out at the view once more, it was crazy how big the world was, and he was just started to take it on with his band. He knew they’d go far in the music business, but how far? Could he do this for the rest of his life? He looked behind him, through the sliding glass door of the balcony that was hept slightly open, he saw two hot girls. He nodded; he could definitely do this for the rest of his life. He smiled turning his attention back to the view and his cigarette; he was definitely much calmer now.

Before his thoughts could continue and exceed, he was interrupted by a pretty little damsel. He turned slightly and looked over at her, removing the cigarette from his mouth and blowing the smoke in the opposite direction of her. He nodded at her words, placing his bottle back down on the ledge and digging into his pocket, handing her his black lighter. ”Here ya go”, he said with a smile, as he waited for her to give it back, he looked her over. It was in his nature to automatically check her out, he was a guy, any woman required his eyes’ attention. She was pretty attractive, definitely doable; he smiled a little as he brought the stick to his lips. Before he inhaled he smiled wider at her, ”What’s a pretty thing like you doing at a party like this all alone?”, he asked casually, taking his drag smoothly. He moved a little hair from his face, leaving his vodka bottle unattended for now. He flicked his cigarette off the balcony, getting some ashes off, ”I’m David by the way”, he started to wonder whether or not she recognized who he was. Most girls did, he was however the hot guitarist from the band, at least that’s what he believed. He didn’t recognize her at all, but had a feeling he had seen her before. He didn’t know where, but he just shrugged the thought away, whatever, right? Did it really matter? He looked away, not intending on staring at her much longer, but wanted his lighter back. It was one of his favorites, but since she was obviously going to be out there a while, why not start up a conversation?

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[ELEANOR PAIGE ALLEN]

Eleanor took the lighter “Thanks” she mumbled, closing her lips around the tip of the cigarette. Sit lit it, shielding the flame with her hand. She inhaled deeply passing the lighter back to the boy standing in front of her. She smiled subtly, exhaling slowly as she eyed him. “I was invited by a friend. Thought I’d check it out, see if anyone catches my eye.” she said, blowing smoke into the air above they’re heads. She took another drag. “I’m Elly” she said, smiling. Eleanor thought for a moment, looking this guy up and down. She could have sworn she had seen him somewhere. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it though. She shrugged it off. If she couldn’t remember it probably wasn’t that important. Eleanor flicked the ash off edge of the balcony, looking back at the view of New York. “So what brings you to New York, David?” she asked, taking a couple sips from her bottle of whiskey. It was almost empty now, and she was starting to feel rather buzzed. She looked back at David eying him once more as she finished her cigarette. He was rather attractive, she couldn’t tell yet whether he was her type or not. But he was definitely fun to look at. She just wished she could remember where she had seen him from.

Eleanor wanted another cigarette, but she didn’t want to bother him again for his lighter. So she stayed outside, slowly finishing off the last courter of a mickey that she had left. She looked back into the room for a couple seconds before spotting someone. It was that guy that texted her earlier. ‘Oh fuck’ she thought as he headed straight to the balcony. Eleanor looked at the boy beside her for a second “Hey, David. Wanna be my boyfriend for a minute?” she asked. Before he could answer she leaned in, turned his head to face her, and kissed him rather passionately. A little too passionately, but she didn't care. He must have been shocked.. “Hey, El- oh... sorry” she heard someone say. She could tell exactly who it was, despite the fact that her eyes were closed. After a second she reopened her eyes and pulled away. She smiled ‘Awesome, it worked’ she thought. That guy was nowhere to be seen. She didn’t even know his name. She looked back towards the view of the city. It was completely dark now, but very few stars shone in the sky. She laughed a bit, wondering what David had thought about that. 'Introducing drunk Eleanor!' she thought. Eleanor wasn't that drunk, she just really wanted that guy off her back. It did the trick, so she could care less about what David thought. And besides, she got to kiss a hot guy, that was always a plus. She was pretty pleased with herself.

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Short, but sweet.

[DAVID ADAMS GREENE]

if you fall for me, I’m not easy to please
IMMA TEAR YOU APART, TOLD YOU FROM THE START ,

BABY FROM THE START, IM GONNA BREAK YOUR HEART
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David loved flirting; he did it with almost every pretty girl. Whether it be a fan or a band friend, he still hit on them, they each had their own special thing going on. Flirting with a fan? He got way more attention and a more amusing reaction when he winked or tried something. Flirting with someone on or around his level? Was much more fair and he loved girls with wit, it was definitely a turn on. He took another inhalation and grabbed his lighter back, slipping it into his pocket once more. He didn’t grab the bottle just yet, his hand was slightly resting on the railing near him. He chuckled a bit, that’s exactly why he came to these things. To see if someone caught his eye… He nodded, ”Elly..”, he repeated, he definitely knew that name. He thought for a second in his mind but just shrugged it off.

He looked back at her, occasionally taking drags from his cigarette. It definitely did the trick, calming him down, preparing him for the rest of the night. ’So what brings you to New York, David?, yeah, she didn’t recognize him, it’d come to her eventually. It was sort of a relief though that she didn’t know who he was, he liked being treating like a normal person every so often. He looked at the bottle in her hand, Whiskey.., he thought as his eyes widened at how surprised he was. A girl who knew how to drink something like that was definitely a girl to know or come across at least once in your life. It showed she was ruthless and could handle her liquid without making a fool of herself.

His buzz raised more by every thump of the music, by every word that came out, every minute that passed by. He loved vodka and the quick reaction it game, it definitely did the trick for him. He took one more long drag then threw his cigarette off the balcony, he was good for now, the feeling would last until the end of the night, or until he was too drunk to notice. He was just about to reach for his bottle of vodka when Elly spoke again, this time asking David to be her boyfriend for a minute. He lifted a brow in confusion, trying to make sure he heard her correctly, ”What the f-“, he started to say but was interrupted by the touch of her lips against his. He eventually caught on and kissed her back just as passionately, placed one hand on her hip slowly, eyes closing slightly. He heard the guy who was attempting to come over and speak to her and couldn’t help but smile a bit against her lips, poor kid. When she pulled away, he quickly retrieved his lips and looked to where the guy had been walking towards. He turned his attention back to Elly, he watched her act as if nothing had happened, definitely his kind of girl. He didn’t like the emotional attachment, he took his hand back off of her waist and grabbed his bottle. ”You said a minute, that was only like thirty seconds…”, he winked playfully, ”I think you owe me another half a minute of that”, he chuckled. ”What was that about anyways? Crazy ex?”, he said taking a gulp of the vodka, feeling the burn down his throat.

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[ELEANOR PAIGE ALLEN]

She felt him smile into the kiss, prompting her to bite his lip lightly. Eleanor pulled away, breathing a sigh of relief. She looked out towards the city, laughing a little. Eleanor finished off her whiskey, savouring the last bit of it. She finished off the last gulp and pulled the bottle away from her lips. ‘Aww. Sad.’ She thought. Then she realized David was talking. She turned her attention away from her now empty bottle, to the blond in front of her. She smiled at his words. He didn’t seem to know who she was. That was probably for the better. She wasn’t surprised though. On stage she went by Eleanor. She was crazy and loud and energetic. But off stage she almost always insisted people call her Elly. She was quieter, and a lot calmer, and definitely a lot smarter. Eleanor and Elly were almost polar opposites. She laughed foolishly at his question. “I was drunk one night and accidentally gave him my real number. He won’t leave me alone. I don’t even know his name.” She said frowning. She really wished she hadn’t given him her number. Unfortunately she didn’t have time to change her number, and would have to live with it. Eleanor did find it a bit strange that she had now seen him in two different cities. Was he following her? That couldn’t be it. He must have just been following the tour. That would make a lot more sense.

She thought for a moment before smirking. “You know, David. I think I do owe you another thirty seconds of that.” She said, putting her hands on his chest and pushing him against the rail. “It’s the least I could do to say thanks” she said, leaning in. Her lips made contact with his and for a second David reminded her of a rag doll, or a puppet. She had just pinned him to the railing, sexually assaulted him, and he had just let her. He obviously didn’t mind a girl who took control. She bit his lower lip playfully. And besides, he kind of asked for it.

Eleanor pulled away. She smiled, looking him over once more. He was rather attractive. It drove her crazy that she couldn’t think of where she knew him from. His name didn’t really ring any bells, but she definitely knew his face. She shrugged it off for the last time, before making up her mind. Eleanor was the type of girl that knew exactly what she wanted, and tonight she wanted David. It was rather simple. She had a feeling that it wouldn’t be that hard of a task to accomplish either. She probably wouldn’t see him ever again, and if she did she probably wouldn’t even remember him. It was perfect. “I think I need more whiskey. What do you think?” she asked, teasingly. Eleanor wasn’t a slut by any means. But a get little bit of alcohol in her system, and this is what you get. Eleanor also wasn’t very emotional. It’s not like she hated the idea of love. She just highly doubted its existence. Being the calm, rational person she was, it wasn’t really in her nature to obsess over someone like that. She smirked again, grabbing his arm and pulling him back into the hotel room. The room was just as packed as she had left it.

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Eleanor kind of treats David the same way he treats girls.
He should watch out. ; )

[DAVID ADAMS GREENE]

if you fall for me, I’m not easy to please
IMMA TEAR YOU APART, TOLD YOU FROM THE START ,

BABY FROM THE START, IM GONNA BREAK YOUR HEART
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David chuckled at her explanation, ”Aaah, I’ve had my share of those types of people”, he looked away to the view. He had just ignored two texts earlier that night from two girls he accidently gave him number too. He hated those stupid drunk/ high moments; he always had to pay for it in the end. There were multiple times in which the girls would find him and question why he never answered, he’d play dumb and confused, acting as if he didn’t remember them. Sometimes he really didn’t remember them, but it did get them away, right? He could careless whether or not he hurt their feelings, they’d get over it eventually. There were millions of other guys in the world, why don’t they just go bother them? He looked over at the bottle in his hand and was about to finish it off, but Elly had agreed to his minor request and pressed his back against the railing. She made contact with his lips once more, he smiled at that, he loved aggression when it came to girls. He especially enjoyed the fact that he didn’t have to be the one to initiate much, only with his words, which he was pretty good at. He kissed her back of course, the bite of his lip just pulled him in more.

If he had just seen her walking by, he probably wouldn’t have given her much of a second glance. But now that he knew how flirty and willing she was, he was glad that he had stopped to chat. She wasn’t ugly, no not at all; she was in fact, very attractive. His brain just usually filtered out the girls with more clothes on when at hotel parties. She pulled away, his lips were a little disappointed, they didn’t want it to end and David sure didn’t either. Sometimes he just like to skip the talking and get right down to business, but whatever, he still had the entire night ahead of him. Now it was his mission to end the night with this girl, ”I think you need a lot more whiskey”, he smirked and finished up his bottle. Damn, he had just drank an entire bottle of that, the boy could definitely hang. He wanted more though. She pulled him into the hotel room, ”I need some more too… “, he said as he looked around, hoping she was headed towards the free booze.

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Eleanor pulled David by the hand, pushing her way through the sea of dancing people. There were tons of people, but luckily Eleanor had superior mosh pit skills. It also helped that she was the bassist of a popular band that was in town at the time. People parted the second they saw her trying to get through. Eleanor had to admit. At times like this, being known was nice. On the street, however, it was not so nice. She was constantly being asked if she was the bassist of the band Junesong Provision. Sometimes people skipped the asking and went straight to yelling ‘OH MY GOD IT’S ELEANOR ALLEN!!’ which usually ended in a small crowd of people forming around her. Then there were people like that pleasant man from earlier. Society likes to call them stalkers. Not all fans were weird though. Eleanor spent most of her free time at the Junesong Provision merch table. She usually just sat around, talking with random people, sometimes signing autographs. Some people were really cool, and she had even made a couple of friends. She was pretty relieved that David hadn’t recognised her. The only people who really treated her like a normal human being were her band mates, and her parents.

She dragged him up to a table that was filled with bottles of alcohol. Eleanor leaned over the table searching for a bottle of jack. She found a bottle of vodka, the same brand David had been drinking. Eleanor picked it up, passing it to him, then going back to her search. She was interrupted by a text message. She opened her phone ‘who’s that?’ she looked around to find creepy guy glaring in her direction. She rolled her eyes. Eleanor was getting very tired of the game of phone tag. She turned off her phone without responding and put it in her pocket. Then she went back to her search. Eleanor lifted a square bottle with a black label from the middle of the table. ‘Yay!’ she thought. She unscrewed the cap and took a couple of sips. At this point she could drink it like water, and she would if that didn’t make her an alcoholic. Eleanor looked around and caught the eyes of the guy that kept texting her. He was glaring daggers at her, and she was beginning to feel uncomfortable. “Uh.. Hey, do you wanna get out of here?” she asked, not taking her eyes off of the guy in the corner.

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lol.

[DAVID ADAMS GREENE]

if you fall for me, I’m not easy to please
IMMA TEAR YOU APART, TOLD YOU FROM THE START ,

BABY FROM THE START, IM GONNA BREAK YOUR HEART
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David preferred girls that were more initiative, mostly because when guys made the first physical move, some girls over-reacted and misunderstood the situation as sexual harassment or something. David hated dealing with that shit, so he usually just used his words and charm to get the girl all buttered up. Either it was really working tonight or this girl was too buzzed to care, either way, he was happy with the result so far. As the two made their way through the crowd of people within the party, David felt that the reason for the part in the crowd, was because they knew who HE was or because everyone saw the two trying to make their way through. He didn’t know whether or not Elly was on tour or just a random groupie at the party, but frankly, he didn’t really care right now. He only had one thing on his mind and it wasn’t her status or label that was for damn sure.

At the sight of the table filled with free to grab alcohol, David’s eyes lit up. Elly had grabbed the bottle he was staring at and handed it to him, the girl definitely paid attention to detail which was pretty sweet. He took it from her and smiled, ”thanks”, he said staring at the new full bottle of vodka. God, did he love vodka. He had already downed an entire bottle already, the buzz hadn’t yet caught up to him though, it would definitely catch up once its tag team partner got in his body. He did however feel a small buzz, he loved it, but it wasn’t to the point where David would probably make a complete ass of himself.

He watched her as she answered a message or missed call she got on her phone, he looked away, not caring too much. Hell, she was with him right now, not with whoever was texting or calling her. Fuck them. David would be pissed if she left to answer the call or attend to the person who had sent the message, but apparently that wasn’t the situation. He opened his bottle and began to gulp it down, and then he heard Elly offer to ditch the party. Now that’s what he was talking about! He loved girls with initiative! He smirked, ”Hell yeah, my friend has a room key I could steal, if you want to just relocate to another room?”, if she didn’t want to that was fine. He could manage to go run off with the girl into the town, but it’d be nice if they could just move it into the bedroom already.

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Eleanor looked back at David. “Sure” she said, agreeing to his offer. Eleanor wasn’t exactly the type to leave a party with a guy, especially not this early in the night. This isn’t to say it never happened. Sure, if she found someone particularly interesting then she’d definitely go home with them. Or if she was drunk or the party was boring. Tonight was a bit of everything. She’d had a full mickey of Jack Daniels, and was working on her second. Her head was feeling pretty foggy. The party itself was alright. Alright music, alright people. But no one really appealed to her, that is, except for David. He was a bit stereotypical, but he seemed pretty laid back. Eleanor had pegged him as the type of guy that slept with any girl he could get his hands on. And she was pretty sure she was right. Not that she had a problem with that type. They were usually worth going home with. And besides, he was rather easy one the eyes.

Eleanor opened her bottle of whiskey and took a long sip. She really wanted a cigarette, but she figured she could wait until morning. The truth was Eleanor smoked more than anyone she knew. She loved smoking, though she hated the taste of most cigarettes, which was why she generally smoked a lot of weed. She loved the taste of weed, but this also posed the problem of getting high, which wasn’t always a good idea for the amount of times she smoked a day. For example, Eleanor was useless on stage when she was high. Before performances was her most stressful time of day, there for it makes sense that she would want to smoke before and after getting on stage. There were few brands of cigarettes that she liked. When Eleanor was out of cigarettes she became extremely cranky, almost intolerable.

“Why don’t you get that key, and I’ll wait here with all this free booze

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The party seemed like a success, there were bunches of bodies everywhere. Whether it be on the floor, in the corner, or on the dance floor. Everyone had goofy smiles on their faces, meaning everyone was at least buzzed. David loved parties that in which everyone was for themselves, no matter what stupid thing happened that a drunk guy or girl did, everyone would just shrug and move on with what they were doing. Hotel parties were pretty interesting, you could either pass out somewhere in the room of the party, which to be honest was very unsanitary. And David never did it, that was just awkward, and no way was he going to lie on some fucking floor in which someone probably had puked earlier on. Either he was in another room on a bed, or he was back in his bunk at his tour bus, fuck that.

He tiled the bottle up as he gulped down a good chunk of it, god, the boy could drink. Hell, he was always on something, whether it be alcohol or drugs. He loved the feeling of sedation. He knew that all the vodka would probably hit him at once; he was waiting for it too, just waiting patiently for that final BOOM! That’s when the real fun would start. When he was drunk, he was ridiculously crazy, very horny, or just brutally honest. His best friend, Duncan, joked that that David was bipolar when he was drunk. He would switch moods almost instantly, but then again, he sort of did that in reality anyways. It just wasn’t as bad. The reason for the sudden mood swings was merely because of boredom. When he’s drunk, he’s just more annoyed and tries to do something entertaining, sometimes over the top entertaining. But that didn’t seem like one of those nights, thank god. He believed he’d be entertained well enough, thanks to Miss Elly over here.

Why don’t you get that key, and I’ll wait here with all this free booze, David removed the bottle from his lips, swallowed feeling the burn go down his throat and nodded. He wasn’t one for too many words when he was feeling buzzed, at least not right away, he was a bit in the calmer mode right now unless someone pissed him off. He took his bottle and walked through the crowd, walking back to where he had left his friends earlier. He looked for Freddie, he was the one with the key, and if David asked he’d give it to him in a second. Freddie was in the same place, except this time he was actually making out with the girl from earlier. David nodded proud of his boy, he walked over and lightly pushed their heads apart, ”Gimme your room key, lover boy”, he asked automatically ignoring the annoyed look he was getting from the girl. So the fuck what he was cock blocking! The girl could wait five fucking seconds, damn.

Freddie gave David a distressed look and gestured to his make out buddy, ”I’m going to need it”

[/i], the girl made a confused look, ”What makes you think your getting some?”[/i], she said with attitude and walked away. Freddie groaned and glared at David, ”Thanks, asshole”[/i], dug in his pocket and gave David the key. David couldn’t help but laugh, ”No, thank you”, he smirked playfully shoving Freddie as he made his departure. He knew Freddie was mad, god, but did the girl have to be such a prude? If anything David saved Freddie, saved him from wasting any more time on her. David walked back over to Elly, taking another gulp, he showed her the card, ”Room 402, that’s like… what?... a few rooms down?”, he said tilting his head to the side gesturing for her to come on. He walked to the door and opened it for her, ”Let’s go have our own party”, he smiled as he felt the alcohol take over him some more, almost wave-like.
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Eleanor smiled at David’s comment. She liked that idea. She followed him to the door and waited as he opened it for her. She stepped into the hallway; he followed and closed the door behind him. You could hear the music from the hallway, it was so loud. Eleanor slammed the rest of her whiskey when David wasn’t looking. If she wasn’t smashed before, she would be soon. They made their way to the hotel room; it wasn’t far, just a couple rooms down. He opened the door and stepped inside. Eleanor followed, placing her now empty bottle on the table. The room look basically the same as the other one. Eleanor spotted the balcony, and intense craving for nicotine washing over her. Not only did she love smoking, but she loved it even more when she was drunk. Despite this she chose to fight the craving and entertain herself with something else. Namely, David. She stepped towards him, putting her hands on his neck. “Now, where were we?” she asked softy.

She smirked before kissing him rather fervently. She pulled him towards the bed, sliding her hands down to the bottom of his shirt. She pulled it up and over his head before reattaching his lips to her own. Eleanor tugged on his belt loops, pulling him on top of her.

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This is pretty much the shortest post I’ve EVER written.
I hope you understand

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David led her to the room; it was only about four doors down. The music was still close, so it wasn’t like they’d be in any weird silence. He closed the door behind them and followed Elly inside. He was glad Freddie had gotten a room tonight, though David didn’t understand why he got it in the first place. Freddy was always least to get ass out of the group, mostly because he was such a sloppy drunk. Maybe that’s why he got the room? So he wouldn’t pass out half naked in the hotel hallway parking lot again. The thought made David lightly chuckle, that was why he liked Freddie, the kid was so unpredictable at times. But anyways, thanks for the room, Freddie!

He saw her slam her now empty bottle down and took this time to down as much of his bottle as he could. He had a tad bit left, but would be fine without it. As she stepped closer to him, he placed his bottle on the closest piece of furniture. Now where were we?,the way the words left her mouth drew him in. It was as if she was magnetic, he couldn’t help but step closer. The alcohol was making him feel warm, he could feel the buzz rising; perfect timing! She kissed him at the same moment he kissed her, their lips meeting halfway. He felt her pull him towards the hotel bed by his shirt, he loved ho she didn’t waste any time. He hated all that extra shit girls tended to want to do, some were huge teases and wasted his time. His shirt was off and their lips reattached, now they were lying horizontal. He on top of her, he planted kisses everywhere he could as she loosened his jeans. The alcohol made all of this feel faster and much better, he got to work on her clothes, still kissing every spot of skin of her that was revealed. And then it all fades to black as the two continue to fornicate…

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