Post by JAMESON LIAM EDWARDS, on Jan 5, 2011 18:51:10 GMT
[/size]Jameson walked along the street, a grin already plastered on his face. Yes, he's taken a few pills, and emptied a few bottles. But then, was there ever a day that James wasn't doing that?
He had his hair gelled up into a mohawk today. It had grown a lot recently, and stood up quite high. He was thinking about dying it some crazy colours. Maybe green and orange, or something not generic. He found that when people put bright colours into their hair it tended to be blue or red. Well, he hated following the crowd, so wanted to go for something completely different. But he couldn't really be bothered right now, so it remained the dark brown colour it had always been.
He's thrown on a red and black checked shirt with black skinny jeans. He wore the shirt unbuttoned, showing off his well-toned chest. This wasn't so that he could flaunt his body to the world, but because the buttons had recently been ripped off his shirt. The details of that event don't need to be given, but it did involved sex, of course.
He walked down the street briskly, a bit of bounce coming into his step. His eyes were completely blood shot, and his pupils dilated. Jay probably looked like a bit of a goofy idiot at the moment, but it'd be alright when he arrived in the club, and everyone would look like a goofy idiot.
There was a huge queue outside the club, and he knew that the wait to get in would be long. He didn't have anything better to do though, so decided that it was worth the wait. Time already felt weirdly slow to him, so waiting in a queue wouldn't make that much of a difference to him, anyway.
He leaned against the wall, shuffling along when the people in front of him moved. The doors drew nearer, and soon enough, he was at the front. Jay fumbled in his pockets, trying to find his ID, and pulled it out. He showed it to the big guy at the door, and was shoved through the doorway by some rather eager people behind him.
Inside the club it was already hot and sticky, and compared to the icy winds outside, it was positively baking. He strolled cooly through a gap in the crowd, feeling on top of the world, and reached the bar. He ordered a drink, not really knowing if his words were coming out right or not, and drank the shot in one.
Jameson stood at the bar for a while, looking around. It was really full, and there was almost no room for maneuvering on the dance floor. He examined all of the people in the room. Mainly the girls, of course, his eyes naturally skipped over guys now. He caught sight of two men kissing, and looked away, grimacing. He really did hate homosexuals, it was so wrong, and repulsive. In his opinion, they shouldn't be allowed into clubs, especially not if they were going to publicly show off their affection. There were a lot of hot girls, all wearing next to nothing. His eyes drifted down to one girls body who was dancing with a group of her friends. She was perfectly curvy, and had bronzed skin, her belly on show, and tight hot pants clinging to her ass.
He stumbled through the crowd, every face blending into one, until he reached her. The room seemed to be spinning already, and he'd been knocked about quite a few times by people in the room. James wrapped his arms around her, placing his hands on her hips, and swaying in time to her. She didn't pull away, and at the slightest tug, she turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck. He leaned froward, and pressed his lips against hers, forcing her mouth open hungrily with his tongue. He might have been stood there for hours, or maybe minutes, he hadn't a clue. But when he looked at the clock on his phone, it hadn't been long at all.
He was sort of forced away from her by a group of people pushing there was through, and was dragged along with them somehow. He ended up at the bar again, and just sat down on a stool, relaxing. The world was spinning, but he felt amazing. His confidence was sky high, and nothing could bring him down.
He felt somebody sit down beside him, but didn't say anything. They could have been talking to him, he couldn't hear a thing over the blaring music. The music was dubstep, and it was a load of shit. He fucking hated that music and wondered how people could ever dance to it. They should play some hard core screamo songs, or maybe some of his own band's music. That's the genre that he liked best, and he thought that their sound was amazing. It certainly beat this mainstream rubbish any day.
He placed his hands on the bar in front of him, and closed his eyes for a second. He was almost certain that somebody was talking to him, though, and he opened his eyes slowly, hoping it wasn't a girl that thought they had the right to talk to him after he'd fucked them.
Words: 957
Muse: Meh
Tagged: OPEN
Songs: If It's Love - Train, Chelsea Smile - Bring Me The Horizon, A White Demon Love Song - The Killers.
Notes: I sincerely apologize if I repeat myself here, or if there are any typos. Truly, it was a little forced, and proof-reading isn't my thing. ;] I tend to fuck up s's and d's, which sucks, it looks like I don't know how to stick to one tense. :P