( and get the hell outta town )

[NATHAN SHERIDAN]

* ---- To think ten minutes before he was actually having a fine time... It was amazing, to say the least, how things could change so much in a matter of seconds. When ten minutes previously he'd been comfortably laying in his motel bed, reading a rather difficult (not to mention boring) latin book and drinking beer out of a bottle... Yes, that was the same bed he'd complained so much about during the first days of his stay in Vegas and still did whenever he got the chance, just to irritate the landlady. Anyhow, in the middle of all this, he had never thought that he'd have to bother with taking care of his classmates at a time like that - considering the fact that they were all more than hungover until eight . To him, Jason had undoubtedly been in bed by that time. How could he not be?!, considering the almost obscene hour he'd arrived home, his arm wrapped around his newest female catch, after having consumed a preposterous amount of nearly coma inducing drinks. Dude. They had absynth. Absynth had been made illegal in at least thirty countries because of its rather obvious effects. Apparently, it made brain damage. And other things. Trust it to be legal in Vegas. Psh.

* ---- Nevertheless, once again he had seemingly underestimated the abilities of his peers. In a matter of seconds, his room door had been flung open and Jason and yet another woman had entered the room, without so much as knocking. How impolite. And, misery of miseries, they'd taken to themselves to start undressing one another before they'd as much finished closing the door. Now, Nathan was a cold blooded person who didn't just freak out at just anything - though this particular time, his freaking out would have been perfectly justified. But his eyes did nearly turn the size of saucers at the entry of the newcomers, before he closed them firmly shut and, dropping the book, lifted a hand to them to cover it from the not so pleasant sight. This had to be a federal crime of some sort. Oh, wait. They were in Vegas, not somewhere civilized. For all he knew, this might even be considered "honourable". Or whatever.

* ---- "Good God!, mate, couldn't you have gone to your room?!" he asked, before opening his eyes again and furrowing his eyebrows at the pair. "Oh, nevermind!" he continued huskily glaring at the pair and hopping out of his bed. In a matter of five quick strides he had crossed the room and, shrinking himself as to not corrupt his perfection with any of... urgh, he opened and closed the door after himself and leaned with a rather furious look against the wall of the corridor. Only to instantly remove himself from it in order to examine it with a terrified look. Heavens, his jacket was cream and had a rather brilliant cut to it, one that enhanced his fine shoulders - a jacket Nathan was rather fond of wearing because of that same fact. And it had cost quite an insufferable bunch - probably more than he was paying the landlady per month, really. If it got dirty, he might as well sue her and her house that, by the look of the girl Jason had taken into his room, wasn't anything but a darned brothel. He'd never seen so much make-up globbed up in one person! Well, except maybe Aunt Martha - the woman had a train sized line of - what on earth did women call that black thing anyways?! - thing plastered in her eyes. But that fine lady had a suspicious background anyways, so he wouldn't doubt any similarities between the pair. He'd always suspected his uncle'd met her in a whore house. Probably in Vegas, since no slut in England would be as trashy as that.

* ---- Anyways. Jacket.

* ---- He removed himself from the wall and turned towards it, a very suspicious look tinging his eyes as he scanned it in search for dirtiness. None could be spotted, fortunately, not even when he picked up one of his fingers and brushed it against the wall to try and perceive any speckle of dirt his eyes might be missing. Hell!, he'd just half been blinded, he might as well beware. Back to woeing, he leaned elegantly against the wall again, his hand palms meeting the cold painted surface soothingly. What on earth was he to do now...? Heavens, that girl might have some contagious disease. And his mate was being exposed to that. But then again, Jason would probably kill him if he happened to walk in and interrupt. What a dilemma.

tagged , open <3
credit , mags from 24 STORY LOVE AFFAIR
status , finished.
wearing , will decide lateeeeeeeeer…
words , seven hundred sixty six
notes , this kinda suckssss. xD

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[NATALIE MARTEL]

A N D I D O N ' T K N O W W H E R E T O L O O K
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Natalie had been sober for more than 3 days. For some this would be a positive thing, a milestone that was hard to get over. A recovering addict would see this as a big step in the right direction, the direction toward sobriety. But for a girl like Natalie, she wanted nothing to do with sobriety. The thought of being sober for 3 days made her shiver and scratch at her skin as she craved another hit. She couldn't sleep at night since her thoughts were flooded with ideas on how she would get her next fix. She had to call in sick to work because she couldn't stop shaking from withdrawl. Thankfully, it was pay day and Natalie had the day off. What was going to stop her now?

From down the hall one could hear Natalie's giggles as she stumbled out of one of the rooms and into the hall. Clad in the dress she wore last night, she pulled on her four inch heels while her lips remained locked to another man's neck. Being sober for 3 days hadn't kept her from going out and getting drunk out of her mind. Nothing could stop Natalie from victimizing yet another Las Vegas man. She finally pulled her lips away from his neck and fell back into the hallway, a sly smirk crossing her lips. Little did he know that the number Natalie had given him was completely wrong. Natalie didn't have the time for men who were no good in the sack. She had only lead him on for the free drinks and a place to crash that wasn't her own. Lately she had inherited a mouse problem which had kept her up every night and woke her up with a bad attitude.

Sweetly Natalie waved to the boy in the door frame and turned on her heel, slowly walking down the hall way. Once she heard the door close she shook her head, took a mint out of her purse and popped it into her mouth "Pig." She murmured under her breath, feeling a bit disgusted with herself. She had always vowed she would never sleep with a guy who had a thing for feet. Just as she was about to pull her phone out of her her purse and call her dealer, something else caught her eye. A boy, a blonde boy who looked just as ticked off as she did. A small smile rose to her lips as she slipped her phone back into her purse and walked up to the boy leaning against the wall "Having a bad day?" She purred while shoving her hands into her fake leather jacket. She moved a bit closer to him and ran her eyes along his frame. Not a bad find for a hall way in the Motel 6. She let her eyes scan over his body for longer than necessary; she wanted to get caught staring "Personally, my day is shaping up to be shit. I just slept with a guy who had a thing for feet and his mother. I think it's about time I have a drink. Or maybe three" Natalie pulled her hand out of her pocket and ran it through her hair, shoving most of her long locks to the side. Marks were scattered all over her neck and collarbone. Her eyes quickly moved back up to his face as her lips parted "What do you say, join me?"

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STATUS finished !
NOTES none thank you very much
WORDS 740ish
TAGGED nathannnn
OUTFIT outfit from night before!
CREDIT Bizambiatch at Caution 2.0 !
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