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Post by WILLIAM KYLE MCCLAIN on Nov 23, 2010 0:57:43 GMT -5
  
Liam was never shy about doing odd things. Dancing almost like a stripper was just one of those things that he wasn't shy about doing. Besides, the better you did the more room you had to manipulate someone into getting into bed with you. Tonight, it didn't really matter who it was, or what gender they were, as long as he was attracted to them. Besides, dancing like this attracted as many straight women as it did gay men. He really couldn't care less about a person’s gender preference. He found a way to at least get a little bit out of them.
He downed the alcohol that he was still technically a few months too young to be drinking and walked on to the dance floor as the song Porn Star Dancing came on, by the ever wonderful My Darkest Days. He wasn't even sure if they played their music here, but he certainly wouldn't argue with his favorite song playing in this lovely club here.
He started of slow, with nothing all that amazing. As the beat began to pick up he pulled moves that people without a stripper past shouldn't be able to do. He just happened to know a few strippers a while ago. His dance was smooth and connected, and rather sensual in attempt to pull anyone who dared for the challenge to match him, male or female, bisexual, straight, or gay. It didn't matter. Not with him being pansexual. He just needed someone to warm his bed, and with his dancing like this, he made that quite clear.
He could feel the dance floor heating up with all of the dancing bodies around him, dancing separately or with their own dance partners. Some of them were even just standing around, nodding their heads to the beat of the rock sounding song. Only a few people seemed to have a particular dislike for the song, but he didn't let their bad taste in music bother him. He was still on the search, his eyes scanning the club for anyone who might seem interested, and someone who he could be interested in as well. Someone he wasn't interested in simply wouldn't do. He wouldn't have some ugly mug sleeping in his bed, man or woman. The alcohol hardly impaired his judgment either. He was used to the alcohol in his system. He wouldn't get totally fucked up until he already had the person to agree to come back to his bed with him, or perhaps an offer to go back to their own bed with them.
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Post by ADDISON MICHEAL BROOKS on Nov 25, 2010 3:10:41 GMT -5
 Addison didn't really understand why he was here, but there was something keeping him here. He didn't know if it was the blond with the long ass legs and cute ass or if it was the alcohol, but there he was. He leaned back with his back against the bar top looking out onto the dance floor. Addison wasn't really into dancing unless it was between the sheets, or where ever he'd decided to have sex that night. In an alley, he'd never had sex in an alley. That could be fun. Yeah, fun and really fucking cold, that was a terrible idea. He liked the adventure of having sex in really dumb places, but he did not wan to risk losing his favorite appendage. That would suck, and not in the good way. He pursed his lip looking away from the blond with the cute ass and back to the crowd. There had to be something at least a little bit interesting, maybe a quick fuck. That was high on his list. No strings attached sounded really amazing right now.
He held his glass of fruity shit in front of his mouth. Fruity, what a joke. Fruity drinks were for fags, he wasn't a fag. He looked at the liquid before drinking it down. Addison could feel the fruity liquid burn down his throat. It wasn't too bad, but the pink coloring was a little off putting for the boy. He was a man and as far as he could tell men didn't drink pink beverages. His nanny used to make him pink kool-aid, but he was seven and at that point it was acceptable. All boys did it at that age, but he was no longer a boy and he'd long since outgrown a nanny. Addison stood up and left the glass, which still contained the undesirable pink liquid, on the bar.
He had no idea why he did that or what he was going to do. His eyes scanned the crowd, surely there was some clean looking bitch he could take back to the bus. You see he didn't care to infect the bus with slutty STDs, it was any wonder that one of them hadn't already contracted such unholy unmentionable things. Mason screwed aroud, Addison screwed around, the whole bus was nothing but a group of men with a list of one night stands that even a prostitute could not compete with. His eyes scanned the crowd until they fell onto a familiar head of hair. Addison moved through the crowd of people that appeared to be stuck in one large orgy. Addison reached his target, their roadie, Liam. He moved his arms to touch the other boy's arm. Addison turned him around so he could look at him, a devious grin spreading over his face.
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Post by WILLIAM KYLE MCCLAIN on Nov 25, 2010 3:36:55 GMT -5
He was amazed that so far, no one had approched him. It was usually sooner than this that someone came up to him and offered a one-night stand, or tried to ask him out. There was always some kind of offer. Of course, he turned down the rather emotional ones, as he wasn't one to pine after an emotional relationship. In fact, one could actually say that Liam hated anything that had to do with emotions. He'd rather run away form them literally, and he even hated running.
The crowd was wild today though. There were so many people that even Liam seemed to be lost in the sea of people, making him extreamly angry when some ugly bitch or bastard so much as brushed against him in an accident. You could almost say that Liam had an unhealthy fear of people he found ugly. It was probably the reason he was so cold toward people he didn't find the least bit attractive. There were only two types of people in his eyes. Ugly people and beautiful people.
If he wasn't used to it, Liam would have jumped away from the sudden contact of someones cold hand. It was obvious that they had been recently holding a drink in their hand, and it was as freezing as balls. He turned his gaze to the man in front of him, looking almost surprised that it was none other than Addison Brooks, the guitar player for Halfway Sober. Of all people, he certainly didn't expect this person to approch him. Hell, he didn't even realize that anyone from the band was in this club! His slightly parted lips that had once showed his slight surprise turned into a thin smirk at the odd grin on Addison's face.
A light scent came to him, and he gave a light laugh. "Addison Brooks, did you drink some fruity ass drink or what?" he questioned. Unlike some roadies, he hardly worshiped the ground that the band members walked on. In fact, his way of speaking with them was rather familiar, if not a little bit rude at times. What was Addison doing here, standing in front of him with that devious grin on his face anyways? He was almost sure that Addison was straight. So perhaps he just knew that anything that happened between them would be totally no strings attached? It wasn't exactly a secret that Liam was a pansexual manwhore.
"One night only?" he questioned, his smirk still in place. He had been looking for a one-night stand tonight anyways, and if Addison was looking for one, he certainly wasn't going to turn him down.
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Post by ADDISON MICHEAL BROOKS on Nov 25, 2010 14:27:00 GMT -5
Addison smirked at the boy in front of him, so it was obvious that the bartender had given him a bubblegum pink alcoholic beverage. He shrugged to his question, "Mmm, you know I only drink what they place in front of me." He said smirking. All in all he had a dangerous habit, if someone decided to just slip something into his drink he was fucked, and if he died that'd suck too. He shrugged, "I dunno. Maybe it's gonna get every little fruitcake to come onto me." He smirked a little, indirectly calling the roadie a faggot, not that he minded if he was. Sex was sex, he couldn't care less who he or anyone else had sex with.
There was something about this roadie that wasn't like the other fans. He liked his sassy behavior, it always made for interesting conversations. Addison was planning to have fun tonight. One night only? Was that a joke? Addison honestly couldn't see himself settling for only one person. He liked fucking around with lots of people, besides Liam was a guy and didn't exactly have a vag like most of the people he ended up fucking. "What other sort of hook up is there?"
[/b] he asked his eyes locking with the other boys. He was ready to get out of here and take this boy back to his bunk. Without really thinking about it, or really caring about what other people would do, he pressed his lips against the roadie's roughly. He was going to have him, just as long as he didn't expect to be on top. There was no way Addison was going to allow someone's dick in his ass, he was the fucker not the fucked. He moved his mouth to his ear, "Your ass or mine?" he said into his ear. It was a trick question he was going to fight to not have his ass hurting. [/blockquote] sorry that was terrible. ;c[/blockquote][/size][/justify] |
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Post by WILLIAM KYLE MCCLAIN on Nov 25, 2010 14:52:07 GMT -5
Liam was never shy about doing odd things. Dancing almost like a stripper was just one of those things that he wasn't shy about doing. Besides, the better you did the more room you had to manipulate someone into getting into bed with you. Tonight, it didn't really matter who it was, or what gender they were, as long as he was attracted to them. Besides, dancing like this attracted as many straight women as it did gay men. He really couldn't care less about a person’s gender preference. He found a way to at least get a little bit out of them.
He downed the alcohol that he was still technically a few months too young to be drinking and walked on to the dance floor as the song Porn Star Dancing came on, by the ever wonderful My Darkest Days. He wasn't even sure if they played their music here, but he certainly wouldn't argue with his favorite song playing in this lovely club here.
He started of slow, with nothing all that amazing. As the beat began to pick up he pulled moves that people without a stripper past shouldn't be able to do. He just happened to know a few strippers a while ago. His dance was smooth and connected, and rather sensual in attempt to pull anyone who dared for the challenge to match him, male or female, bisexual, straight, or gay. It didn't matter. Not with him being pansexual. He just needed someone to warm his bed, and with his dancing like this, he made that quite clear.
He could feel the dance floor heating up with all of the dancing bodies around him, dancing separately or with their own dance partners. Some of them were even just standing around, nodding their heads to the beat of the rock sounding song. Only a few people seemed to have a particular dislike for the song, but he didn't let their bad taste in music bother him. He was still on the search, his eyes scanning the club for anyone who might seem interested, and someone who he could be interested in as well. Someone he wasn't interested in simply wouldn't do. He wouldn't have some ugly mug sleeping in his bed, man or woman. The alcohol hardly impaired his judgment either. He was used to the alcohol in his system. He wouldn't get totally fucked up until he already had the person to agree to come back to his bed with him, or perhaps an offer to go back to their own bed with them.
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