{OPEN} a lot more drinking

[Osirus Dren Daligoy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][bg=B5B5B5] wearing Osirus went out every now and again - always late, always somewhere with alcohol. Sure, the beaches were gorgeous, but Sir had never really been a beach person. Or a swimming in public person. Especially since he felt judged at every turn now, though it wasn't really about the judging, as much as it was his pale and skinny self. It was a sight that was best seen in a bedroom, not the beach. Maybe one day... Haha, no, just kidding. He'd been having an okay month. Tours weren't for another few months, and no recordings were really going on. He'd been playing locally a bit more than usual, mostly to bring his sort of crowd to whatever bar or club. He didn't even dare Google his name or 'Grey Star', as he'd had quite enough of that mess. He really just wanted to drink and relax, maybe chat a little. He wasn't even really trying to hide himself. And so he slipped, relatively unnoticed so far, already having had a few drinks but by no means enough to trip him up. Instead of heading straight to the floor, he skirted the majority of the crowd chilling on what he thought was a Friday night. Days sorta blurred together when all one did was drink, sleep, and shower. Such was the life of one guy born in the wrong era. If only the 80s had stayed! But at any rate, he seated himself near the back and settled his coal black, slightly teased hair into position with slender fingers for the umpteenth, nails painted black. Yeah, he had a bit of a habit of standing out in a normal crowd. Some just called it the image of Grey Star as a rock band, but at least in Sir's case, it was his actual style of dress, both onstage and off. And despite the fact he would have been content with a life of Top Ramen and Sunny D for dinner every single day, here he was, wearing thousands of dollars and sitting at a club waiting to be noticed. Man, it was funny how life worked. Famous or not, his favorite dinner was still Top Ramen. He drank like a rocker, lived like a rocker, and he'd graced his fair share of magazine covers and teenage walls via posters... But by no means would that turn him into anything but what he'd been all along. The main thing his fame did was pay the bills, and for that he was grateful. Tags: Open Notes: It's a little short

[Nelson Harley Blake]

One of the perks about taking a semester off was the late night gaming. Or late night anything, quite honestly. Without worrying about classes, it wasn't unreasonable for Nel to be wide awake, glued to a screen, shooting zombies or avoiding slenderman. Tonight happened to be one of those nights, and the brunette was busily dodge rolling away from the red tentacles of goddamn death. "Come on Riku, move faster..." she growled at the small CG boy rolling across the small screen of her 3DS. Just one hit from those stupid tentacle-whatever-they-were things meant she was dead, or at least down to 1 HP - so basically dead - and this would just be five times too many. "Five fucking times..."

Eyes narrowed, focused solely on the intense, imaginary battle, Nel's heart began pounding as her fingers moved to press buttons in a flurry of motion. One more Dark Splicer... one more, and-

"Yes!" Relaxing her hands and releasing the portable system from her death grip, the slow motion effect that signaled the end of the battle played as the woman collapsed backwards onto her bed. Beating that goddamn hooded figured was her accomplishment of the night, and that meant she was all the more closer to finishing the game in its entirety. "One day... not too bad." So maybe she'd spent almost 24 hours cooped up in her apartment addicted to the Kingdom Hearts game she'd recently acquired, but so what? It wasn't really like she had anything better to do. No one was expecting her outside anyways.

Tossing those thoughts aside though, she heaved a heavy sigh before seating herself upright again and resuming her game.

Only to find a black screen. Nel gaped at the sight before her.

"No. No fucking way. No no fucking no." It was dead. Her 3DS was dead. Somehow she seemed to have missed the conspicuous red flashing lights that meant low battery, and now it was completely out of juice. Which meant her entire day's worth of playing was gone. Absolutely gone. She'd be going at it nonstop, so she hadn't even thought to save the game even once, so even when she felt up to grabbing her charger and opening the file again, she'd be back at square one. "Fuck my life."

Her head hit her pillow again, and Nel lay drowning in her own despair for a good minutes. To most people it'd be no big deal, losing game progress - after all, it's just a game. But honestly these games took up a good chunk of her life, this was a pretty low blow in her standards. It probably bothered her more than it should have, all things considered.

Yet nonetheless, soon the female rolled off her bed and ran a tired hand through her hair. Maybe she'd get something from the fridge- "Nope, I haven't gone grocery shopping yet." Play more games... "Out of the question." Draw... "Nah not feeling up to it." Go out... "...I guess." Sighing again, Nel looked at her clothes, and judged that her jeans were fine, but she might as well change out of the baggy t shirt she'd thrown on this morning. Brushing her hair out in front of a mirror when she was done, the female grabbed her wallet and finally headed out the door.

Go out. That had been her plan. But exactly where to she hadn't give any thought. Restaurants were mostly closed, and shops were too. Sitting down and getting served by herself didn't seem like the most favorable option either. Which left the infamous late night hang out spots that Nel so far hadn't touched since her arrival at Coral Ridge. For good reason too. They possibly contained everything she hated: obnoxious (in her opinion) people, heavy, dense crowds, and distractions personified. Yet her feet somehow brought her to the entrance of one of those "horrible" night clubs.

"I'll go... get a drink I guess. Maybe that'll make me feel better." It wasn't like she'd never had alcohol, but it wasn't a daily occurrence for her either. She didn't turn to the bottle for her troubles on impulse, at the very least. But enough of that. Rubbing her face as she entered the establishment, Nel was already silently dreading how much of a mistake this might turn out to be.

The people put her off the most. All these people, the crowd, it was worse up close. The door was looking quite tempting. "No. I'm here, I might as well not just... walk out." That seemed stupid, and for whatever reason possessed her to keep going, the thought of finding a quiet corner to watch everyone else and try to entertain herself or something somehow compensated. And she managed to find a corner, luckily.

Except someone was already there. Blinking at the outlandish looking man sitting well away from the rest of the people, Nel's gaze switched from him, to the assumed other corner of the room lie, and back to him. "Screw navigating the crowd again." Walking up to him, she figured if he was by himself, he couldn't be nearly as obnoxious as most. She could deal with that.

"Would you care if I sat here? I don't like... crowds." She almost said "people", but that might have looked bad talking to a person.

[ooc: ugh sorry for all the filler about dumb video games and the giant post. That just kinda happened. But hopefully this is okay and uh I'm still getting used to Nel's character so uh pls bear with me OTL]

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[Osirus Dren Daligoy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][bg=B5B5B5] As Sir contemplated his surroundings with a slightly dulled, distant gaze, a girl approached. Of course, he didn't really notice at first - his senses weren't exactly all that sharp, what with the volume and the bit of alcohol already in his system. But of course, when she spoke to him, he turned his blue gaze to her with vague curiosity. She didn't look like he type to know who he was... Maybe that was because she just wanted to sit there, away from the crowd. Lord, did he understand that. So if course he wouldn't turn her request down. He gave a nod to her and a slight smile, in his best attempt to be unobtrusive yet friendly. "Assuming you don't mind the smell of cigarette smoke." The rocker's leather jackets always had he same smell, that being the smell of one of his bad but common habit. His room sometimes had the same scent, but at least that was easy to chase away. Instead of bathing in smothering cologne, Sir just rolled with whatever his jacket had seen. He took a moment to examine the stranger. She seemed very casual, and that wasn't really a bad thing. Now, he didn't differ much from the next guy, and he admitted to himself he'd definitely pay attention to the girl if she was wearing less... But hey, respect was important, and she did seem like a respectable person on the outside. Then again, who was he to judge books by their covers? How would he feel if everybody judged him by what he wore? The tight leather and denim, the eyeliner... But that was actually a very accurate representation of him. Bad example. He again looked out to the crowd, leaning back and relaxing, settling his long hair about his shoulders again. Coral Ridge was a large city with many people, what was the harm in speaking to one of them? "Pardon me if you don't want a conversation..." he began, in the voice that was far too deep and gravelly for his face. Yet, in a way, it was fitting... While being completely unfitting as well. "But may I ask your name?" Tags: Nelson Notes: It's perfectly fine! I liked the game references c:

[Nelson Harley Blake]

Cigarettes? Oh she could deal with that. Compared to braving crowds or having to sit through the torture of someone actually pestering her, a simple smell wouldn't turn her away. Nel couldn't say she was particularly fond of it, true, but it wasn't the worst compromise in the world. So with that in mind, she took a seat next to the stranger, idly commenting, "I'll live." Leaning back with a heavy sigh, the smell of nicotine noticeably accompanied her inhalation of air, true to the man's warning. "I can live," she reiterated to herself. 

Comfortable, it only took one glance at the crowd and a set of ears to know she lucked out. A quiet corner with someone who so far seemed tolerable didn't seem common, considering the commotion and partying of other occupants of the club. And even if she did label the spot as quiet, it wasn't like the rest of the club couldn't be heard. It was just a tad easier to block out. All things considered she was fortunate. 

"But that goddamn game..." Left alone with her thoughts, the long journey she'd have to embark on once again came back to her. Nel was tempted to groan and hit herself. The whole game. The whole entire game, starting over. And then the hooded figure- ugh. She didn't even want to think about that. 

For once, however, another person's voice bailed her out of her quickly despairing mindset. The brunette wasn't a conversationalist by any means, but it served as a fine distraction for the time being. She never thought she'd see the day she was glad someone spoke. 

"Oh, don't worry. Conversation would be good for me right now," she reassured him. "And... my name's Nel." As per common courtesy, and a bit of habit, the woman stuck her hand out. "Nice to meet you, though I guess I can't judge after only a few minutes. So it's nice to meet you so far." She was rambling. Great. 

"I'm assuming you wouldn't mind sharing your name, would you?" Taking in his attire and appearance, Nel couldn't help being a bit curious about what name went along with this get up.

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