a face like heaven, a past like hell

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    " IN THE MEANTIME I'M IN BETWEEN TIMES " marley had glanced over, attention straying from cook as a black car came to an abrupt halt. the driver's arm swung carelessly out the window, and he called out to them with a quote from mean girls. it was one of cook's friends, who he'd recognised as the other guitarist. what was happening at the moment made him feel as if he were going on some sort of exclusive tour with a renowned band, a once in a lifetime opportunity no one in their right mind would pass on, when in reality it didn't near that status. these were a couple of kids who'd probably started off playing in their parents' garage, and he was simply going to a barely-adult bonanza to get absolutely shitfaced, like most people his age did, due to a peculiar set of circumstances he'd long stopped caring for. nevertheless, it was rousing, he was excited, and the former felt more accurate than the latter. cook didn't need to say anything in regard to whether he needed a ride, and mar assumed he understood that when he'd just stopped talking and walked to the car. he followed behind him.


    the brunet stepped into the tahoe, scooting in next to cook and shutting the door behind him. indeed, the band was all huddled in the car now. he ushered a silent greeting to both the driver and the girl sitting opposite to himself. the tall one from earlier who'd started all of this was sitting up front in the passenger seat. marloe smiled at him shrewdly, and the other seemed to scoff in reaction, clearly surprised to some extent, averting his eyes to stare out the window. he wondered briefly whether the man was about to step out of the car to walk around and grab him, then throw him out onto the streets to get run over by a passerby, but luckily for him, almost immediately following the slam of the door, the driver sped off for the life of him. mar had to grip onto the back of the seat in front of him as the car wobbled with all the turning it was doing. every time they passed a red light mar had to shut his eyes out of fear that another car would come slamming into them. it was a good fear though, which was an inexplicable feeling, really. during this experience, he made a bit of small talk as social drinkers usually did. when black sabbath came on, however, the music was turned up to its' maximum volume and all conversation pretty much ceased. everyone screamed along and pumped their first, bouncing the vehicle as an addition to the already pretentious ruckus, as if the party itself was actually supposed to be happening in the car. he loved it.


    they'd finally arrived in front of a house. it was more of a mansion, really, and marley couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at the sight of it through the window. what charmed him more than the building before him was the people outside making out, streaking, pissing; the epitome of teenage idiocy. he pressed his lips together, resisting a laugh. he followed cook out of the car to get a better look at 'casa de cook.' "es hermoso," he replied with a smirk. "very classy." he was specifically referring to the older streaker that just happened to pass them. his eyes followed him in disbelief. he glanced sideways at cook as he elbowed him. "so, do you plan on showing me around or am i supposed to wander around and potentially see something i'm not supposed to?" , he spoke, grinning slyly. that could've been an attempt at some cheeky, subliminal flirting from his part, but he couldn't even fucking tell himself because all that ran through his mind was what have i gotten myself into and i hope i remember tomorrow.


    (omg no not at all, i hope you did good on them! yesss pls send me all those playlists bby cx)

    //okay here is the playlist i use for sexy scenes and whatnot.

    also omg marley's flirting, like, ugh. yes. no words. lol

    so i'm thinking that cook gets very fucked up and marley flirts with him and BAM shit happens.

    should they just kiss or more? i can't decide.//






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    spencer jared cook//twenty



    Cook chuckled at Marley's words before beginning to walk toward the house. Carefully stepping over the almost naked couple, he looked at his newfound friend and said, "I'll show you around."

    Cook was normally rather picky about who he spent his time with. He only ever spoke to Joe, Toby, and Poppy. But he had a good feeling about this guy. He wasn't sure why, but he did. Maybe it was because he hadn't cried and begged for mercy, he didn't run like a coward, he didn't fight back in a conventional method. Either way, if Marley decided to stick around, Cook would declare him their official groupie.

    Once inside, Cook moved a hand through his dark hair and stared at his trashed house. He knew it'd stay trashed even after the party. There was no point in cleaning when they'd just throw another party a few days later.

    Toby walked in after them; shoving into Marley with force. The man offered a heated glare at him before walking into the throng of strangers.

    Poppy followed after him like a lost puppy. Though she did stop to smile warmly at Marley. "Sorry about Toby." She said gently and Cook wasn't sure how he heard her over the music. "I'm Poppy. Come find me if you need anything." With that, she turned on heel and disappeared into the crowd.

    Next was Joe. He walked in like he owned the place. He had a nonchalant stance and his hands in his pockets. He almost walked right past them, but then he noticed Marley as if for the first time and turned to look at him. "I'm Joe." He just stared for a few more seconds before saying, "Good luck." Then he was gone.

    Cook shoved Marley toward the crowd and yelled over the music, "To the kitchen."

    As he led him to the kitchen, he was stopped more than a few times to be greeted by people he didn't recognize but they seemed to recognize him.

    When they finally arrived at the kitchen, Cook grabbed a bottle of Bacardi and twisted the cap off. He then titled his head back and brought the bottle to his lips. The rum went smoothly down his throat and lit a fire in his stomach. After chugging a third of the bottle, Cook lowered his head and handed the bottle to Marley. His throat was raw, despite being used to going through such trauma. He was sure that he had internal damage from how often he drank, especially rum.

    "I don't know about you, mate, but I plan on getting laid tonight." Cook said as he leaned against the kitchen counter. His red flannel was unbuttoned at the top; showing his pale chest. His jeans were a bit tight seeing as how they were Joe's.

    "I saw a babe out there. Blue hair, lots of piercings. Showin' lots of skin. Thinkin' she'll be an easy target." He chuckled at his own words and slapped Marley's shoulder a little too roughly. Well, that was Cook for you. He was pretty rough.

    "How about you, Mar?" He didn't plan on giving him a nickname, but it kind of came out of his mouth. He blamed it on the alcohol coursing through his veins. His head already felt fuzzy and he didn't have complete control over his body.

    Deciding he wasn't fucked up enough, he grabbed the bottle back from him and chugged a bit more. Half the bottle was gone now.



    //bro rum drunk... i chose that because it is wild. i think it'll fuck cook up plenty.

    also marley and cook are actually super cute??? like??? how dare they be such cuties???//

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    " IN THE MEANTIME I'M IN BETWEEN TIMES " marloe nodded his head excitedly in accordance to cook's confirmation of his proposal, stumbling behind the other whilst wary of the nude couple making out beneath his feet. he had been frivolous of the idea regarding sticking with him, mostly because the guy clearly had other friends who he'd assumed cook would prefer the company of. now that he was however, he couldn't help but feel triumphant -- especially when the taller who he'd originally been clocked by shoved past him. jealous? , he couldn't help but wonder, smirking after him. probably not in the way i had in mind. the only girl out of the bunch was hot on the trail of who he now knew as toby, but she stopped to usher a polite greeting. he grinned and returned poppy's gesture, telling her jokingly that if he got bored of cook he'd come find her. he did the same with the driver, or rather, joe, minus the part about coming to find him. the guy looked like he needed a drink, and badly. he raised his eyebrows at his remark, and glanced at cook as he left. "luck.." , he hummed under his breath.


    once inside, he was promptly pushed past the impressive sea of bodies thrashing to the music, where in the short amount of time he'd spent he was greeted, grabbed, and groped -- all at the same fucking time. marley could barely hear cook's holler over the noise but soon enough kitchen appliances came into view and he figured this 'tour' was going to start with a trip to the booze cabinet. "holy fuck." , he gasped as his assumption was confirmed and they entered the kitchen. if mar wasn't roughed up enough from that club, he definitely was now. as if he'd just left the bedroom, his face was beet red, his hair sprung out in every which way, and his shirt had slid off-shoulder. he leaned back and lifted himself to sit up on the counter beside him, watching cook with admiration as he grabbed out the essence of shitfaced and took a swig. well, not quite a swig, more like a chug. he took the bottle from him and didn't even think when he fumbled around the counter top with his hand and grabbed the nearest can of whatever to chase this down. because rum definitely wasn't his friend. he took a swig of the bacardi and, before his face could contort, followed up with someone's half-empty can of bud light. it was pretty damn trashy, but he was at a point where giving a shit with formalities and appearances wasn't really a concern.


    he continued to sip from one beverage to the other, dozing off in the meantime. he vaguely listened to cook ramble about getting laid, clearly focused on the other's unbuttoned flannel whilst swinging his legs back and forth to the pounding of the music. mar was promptly brought back into reality when he was smacked on the shoulder with a force not to be reckoned with. he nearly fell off the fucking counter, and if he did, he probably wouldn't be getting off the floor he'd inevitable fall onto. regaining his balance, marley's eyes met cook's. "shouldn't be a problem for you, huh?" , he replied, smirking sheepishly, obviously unable to help himself. he was losing inhibitions by the minute, which also meant that his flirtatious remarks were starting to become a lot less subtle and a lot more frequent. an attractive person was an attractive person, after all. his cheeks were already flushed from the alcohol, but the nickname, which was certainly less significant than he was thinking, caused him to blush for a different reason. he barely pondered cook's inquiry. his tone had a suggestive flare to it, behind the slurring and all, "yeah, 'got my eyes set on someone."


    marley didn't resist when the other grabbed the bottle from his hand. not that he could anyways, his reflexes were as slow as a fucking turtle. as cook drank from the bottle, he dipped his head back and finished off the final few sips of beer. he placed the empty can down on the counter but it just ended up tipping over because he'd then proceeded to knock it over with his elbow. the brunet slid off the counter, and figured it felt weird to stand on his two feet now that the alcohol was rushing to his head. as cook continued to drink, he continued to talk, "brown hair, red shirt -- i dunno' about easy.." as the other man finally finished with his drink, marloe reach beside him to grab the bottle from cook's hand, or at least that's what it looked like he was doing. instead of taking it from him, he let his own hand linger on the glass, while the other ran through his messy hair. after a few moments, long enough for cook to probably look over in confusion, he pulled the drink away and took a long, slow drag from the bottle, as if trying to evoke some kind of sensuality from the action. neither the taste nor the burn bothered him anymore.


    his mellow attitude suddenly perked up. barcadi still in hand, he backed away from the counter and started twisting his body and moving his hips. it'd take an onlooker a few seconds to realise that what he was doing was dancing but, right now, he didn't give a shit. he was hammered. "fuckin' love this song!" , he mumbled, as means to clarify his actions. singing along to the tune blasting throughout the house, marley held the bottle close, as if hostage -- a silent beckoning for cook to join him.


    (yesss i love it sm and i can't believe you like niykee heaton?? she is so good! have you heard infinity by her, it's like by far one of my jams.


    haha, oh yeah he's definitely forward like that as evident in this post. oh yeah they're both getting messed up no question about it. i'm thinkin heated make out sesh progressing to more then someone walks in on them, maybe even one of the band members or something, so cook backs tf out?? mar, ofc, then stumbles off and throws up in a plant or some shit lmao.


    my saturday night if it'll fuck cook up i can imagine how badly it'll fuck this lightweight ass up ^^ and they acc are super cute!! can't wait to deal with the aftermath of all of this omfg.)