Post by JAMES RUSSELL RUNE on Jan 12, 2012 23:14:47 GMT -5
i'm tongue tied and terrified of the things i'll say
The conclusion of James’ week had been hell, and on this Friday afternoon he found himself sweating the stress off in the weight room. He was pushing himself over his limit, but at least he was naturally building himself, rather than his boyfriend’s, or ex as it was at the moment, method to becoming stronger. He furrowed his brow as he struggled to lift the bench pressing weight back up to its resting place, letting out a shallow breath when he did and closing his eyes. His shirt was next to him on the floor and his skin was glistening from the sweat, prompting his decision to hit the showers before he went home. He swung his legs over the ledge and looked at his phone, swearing under his breath at the time. How did he manage to stay at the school until nine o’clock on a Friday night? He had track of time after the football game and went into the weight room, not expecting it to last too long. He rolled his eyes as an incoming call came from his older brother Benny who had babied him from the second he found out about the little incident that caused him to move back home with the family.
He slid the ignore option across the screen and shoved his phone back in his bag, heading for the showers and getting a quick one while he still could. James had a change of clothes in his bag that he had planned on taking to Ariel’s in case they were partying, but hell knew she had left without him by now. He didn’t want to go home though, so what could he do? He sung a little number by lady gaga as he washed himself and dried himself afterwards, looking in the mirror after dressing into the change of clothes. He looked into his bag and found his fake ID, which Benny had scored him in late August and they used to go to the 8 ball. He bit his lip and contemplated the option, finally deciding after a minute or so that he did want to go, but not with wet hair. To his right was a hand drier, and his first instinct was to turn it on and stick his head under it. “Oh my god,” he said, laughing to himself, drying the rest of it in a couple of blows.
James took one final examination of himself in the mirror and exited the locker room, his bag slung over his shoulder as he retreated from the school and hopped into Benny’s truck that his brother had given him the keys to for the night. He knew exactly where he was going and would normally feel awkward about heading there alone, but the facts were simple. He was single, a little emotionally fucked up, and in need for a night to himself or even just a fun one. He drove the full twenty minutes that it was away from the school, which was expected but inconvenient as far as timing went. He slyly handed the card to the bouncer in the front and managed to get in without too many questions, thanking god that he looked just enough older than he actually was. He didn’t think they honestly looked for fake IDs because he heard stories at school all the time about this place, and it was just likely that they didn’t care. That was how a lot of Velocity was about things to this degree, and for once he really appreciated it.
He walked through a crowd of people and muttered apologies when knocking into someone, and his first destination was the bar. He was going to sit, have a couple of drinks, and then have some fun. Who knows, maybe he’d see someone there that he knew, but he wasn’t depending on it. He could have a drink or two alone then have fun with some strangers on the dance floor, that wouldn’t be a problem. He couldn’t help but worry about the lingering thoughts in his head about his exboyfriend, and the incident all in all. He ordered a drink when he sat down and stared at the white counter top, waiting impatiently for his drink to arrive so the night could begin already.
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TAGGED: liam.
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MUSIC: the silence - mayday parade.
NOTES: sorry i didn't say something first. hahaa. this one just kinda came out and yeah.
CREDIT: PICTURE IS FROM CAUTION.