its no problem at all! ^^
and yassssssss a time skip definitely sounds good! 
pffff i love it lmao
bump ^^
parker tyrell anvar//twenty
Parker sat at the bar with a glass of gin in his hand and surrounded by friends. Cindy, Beau, and Grady were sitting at the table behind him, but he was such a loner that he even had to keep his distance from his own friends.
"- and then she threw up on my pants. To this day, I still cannot get the glitter our of my car and I still have the scar. See?" Cindy pointed to a small scar right above her eyebrow.
The entire table laughed. Parker took a gulp of the burning liquid.
"Hey, Park." Cindy called out to him which made him incline his head in her direction. "How did you lose your virginity?"
With a small smile, he turned back around and finished the rest of his gin. With a satisfied sigh, he told them, "Poor life choices."
They all laughed again and didn't push it. Even with his best friends, Parker hardly ever opened up. They knew him well, better than most people, but at the same time he was a complete stranger.
They didn't seem to mind and for that he was grateful.
He ordered a shot, and then another. His friends noticed, but didn't say anything. He seemed content to just sit there and drink and listen to his friends laugh, but he kept glancing at the door. His friends noticed again and this time they said something.
"Waiting to see if another conquest walks through the door?" Beau asked as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair. He was such a cocky bastard.
Parker shook his head, but didn't answer. He ordered another shot.
"Was last night not good enough for you? Was he not rough enough for you? I know how much you like-"
"Actually, Grant is pretty damn rough." Parker said as he spun around on his stool and faced his friends. Their jaws all dropped.
"You slept with him again?" Grady asked, his tone incredulous.
With a chuckle, Parker raised his arms in the air and said, "Hey, in my defense I was drunk off my ass."
"When are you not." Grady commented under his breath which made Parker smirk. He wasn't wrong.
"Fuck off." He flipped his friend off which made everyone laugh again.
Though he tried to distract himself, he kept staring at the door. It had been an hour now and he hadn't showed. He didn't think he would. He started to wonder why he got his hopes up in the first place.
He really enjoyed the company of his friends, even if it didn't seem like it from the outside. So why did he want a new friend? Maybe he didn't. Maybe he saw something else in the guy who was a loner just like him. He wasn't really sure why, though. He just had some strong feeling about it - like some magnetic pull or a slight push in his direction. It was as if fate was urging him to get to know this guy.
Daniel. That was his name. He decided then and there that he would start calling him Danny. He would come up with a better nickname later on, once they got to know each other better. If that ever happened.
He glanced at the door one more time, willing for him to push it open and walk in - smiling in his direction. But real life isn't like the movies, it doesn't grant wishes. Real life sucks.
Eventually the band came on stage and his friends went to dance on the open floor. Parker didn't join them. He never did. Well, excluding the times he got totally wasted. In that case, it was fairly easy to convince him to dance.
The music began to play.
Parker ordered another shot.
Dan Kitt|Male|22 years old
Did he even own any goddamn shirts? At least, partially formal shirts? Shit that wasn't fucking band merch, or one of the over a thousand hoodies he apparently owned? Christ, he just wanted to look somewhat decent. Because if he wasn't good to win over anyone with his fucking non-existent social skills, he might as well win them over with his -honestly a fucking miracle, thank you God- good-looks.
One. One formalish looking shirt out of the god-knows how many shirts that were currently strewn across his bed. Black, like every other article of clothing he owned, but at least it was something. Sure, it hadn't been ironed once since he'd brought it, and had more fucking creases on it than an elderly person. But still, it was a clothing item, and it meant he could actually put a god-damn shirt on instead of standing around in his bedroom partially naked.
"Still can't believe I'm doing this." Was he insane? Probably. Dan had come to terms with the fact that he was rather fucked up in the head relatively early, not being able to function around other human beings throughout his teenage years -and even now, still- was proof of that enough. That and the fact his brain was actively trying to assassinate him half the time. That wasn't exactly a sign of good mental health either. Oh well, there wasn't exactly much he could do about it, was there?- Aside from maybe the fact he could stop cutting people out of his life, build a healthy support network, actually socialise with people instead of trying to avoid them. Yeah, there was actually a lot he could do. But he wasn't going to do it.
Or was he? Did going to meet this guy count? He paused momentarily in his doorway, patting himself down assuring he had everything he needed on his person. Keys, phone (not that he had anyone to contact), condoms- Everything he needed. So why the fuck wasn't he leaving his house? Why was he still standing in the fucking doorway, rooted to the spot like a fucking idiot?
Shit. He couldn't do this. "You can do this, Daniel." No, he fucking couldn't. "It's just socialising. Talking to people. All you have to do is listen and respond and try not to make a complete fool of yourself." Which he was going to end up doing if he just kept standing here and one of his neighbours walked past. "Worst case scenario, everyone hates you." God, as much as he tried to convince himself otherwise, he really didn't want anyone to hate him. "Best case scenario, you get good dick." Holy shit he was a slut-
Oh hey, he was actually outside his apartment. For once in his life, he hadn't completely chickened out. At least, he hadn't completely chickened out yet. He still had to actually work up the courage to go inside the damn pub, which normally wouldn't have been a difficult task, because normally he wasn't going to talk to people. A sigh rumbled through his frame, hands coming to rest within the pockets of his jeans, fingers brushing anxiously over the fabric. Tito's wasn't too far away, roughly a 10-15 minute walk, depending on if he kept going at this pace. Plenty of time to make sure he didn't back out. And he wasn't going to back out. He'd been crazy enough to decide he was actually going to do this, so he was actually going to do this.
Like how he was actually going to walk through the damn door of this pub. Right now, no hesitation. He was going to stroll right on in, with a smile on his face, not looking like he was about to shit himself from nerves. He was already a fucking hour late -mostly because he'd spent far too much time on deciding what to fucking wear, and yet still somehow managed to look like he'd just dragged himself out of bed- which kind of made him feel bad, because being stood up wasn't at all pleasant. Stood up, like this was a fucking date, which it sure as fucking hell wasn't. "Jesus fucking Christ, what is wrong with me?" He shook his head, palm pressed against the door, eyelids slipping shut momentarily as he sucked in a deep breath. He was fine. He could do this. If anything went wrong, this was a pub, he could just drown himself in alcohol. He was fine.
It didn't take him long to spot Parker. A simple sweep of the place and his eyes had landed upon him within seconds. A skill of his, finding the one person he knew out of god-knows how many other people. Although, he didn't really know Parker, did he? The man was still a stranger -maybe more of an acquaintance, actually- he'd just happened to interact with him earlier in the day. Still, it was someone he knew. And much to his relief, he seemed to be sitting alone at the bar too. That made approaching him slightly easier, slightly. He had no fucking clue what to say to him, whether or not he should apologise for showing up so late, whether or not it would just be easier to say 'hi' and hope for the best.
He opted for the former. "Sorry I took so long." He paused, swallowing down his nerves, forcing a weak smile upon his face, hoping that this wouldn't mean he'd fucked up already, "It took me a while to find the place." A complete lie, but a lie better than straight up admitting to the fact he'd spent a good hour deciding on what to wear. Plus, he'd never actually been to the place before, so it wouldn't be that hard a lie to believe, right?
parker tyrell anvar//twenty
Parker had just taken his sixth shot in an attempt to drown his sorrows when he heard his voice. He started off with an apology and ended it with a lie. Sounded about right.
Nevertheless, he was still glad that he came. He didn't show it though and instead just casually motioned to the stool next to him. He decided to act like this was something he did all of the time - invite people to the bar for a date-but-not-a-date. When in reality, Daniel was probably the only person he had ever invited to the pub besides his friends. That fact frightened him, but he would never admit it. Basically he decided there were two ways this night could go. Either he would get laid and possibly make a fuck buddy that might possibly turn into more or it would go terribly and he would fall into a depressive spiral until he cut off everyone - and by everyone, he meant his friends - and disappear for six months or so. In his opinion, the second one sounded more appealing for the simple fact that anything even remotely close to the idea of love terrified him. But there was no way he was going to let on to this guy that he was scared.
"Yeah, this place can be difficult to find sometimes." No it wasn't. It was a pretty small town and it was one of the only bars. You could stop anyone on the street and they would point you in its direction.
"A drink for my friend." He called out to the bartender who asked Daniel what he wanted. When he left, Parker turned toward Daniel.
"So. Danny." He didn't really know what to say. Should he ask how he was doing? No, because then he would ask the same question back and he wasn't going to lie to him. He would answer with something pretty depressing and then Daniel would say he was going to the bathroom but would actually crawl through the window and never return.
So instead he asked, "What do you think of the band?"
Jary Mane was playing something that was a mix of Red Hot Chili Peppers and classic eighties music. Honestly, Parker loved their music. Eighties music always brought him back to the good times like when he wasn't alive.
As Daniel answered, Parker came to a very important decision. He decided to kill him. He didn't know how to hit on him, so he had to die. Really, it wasn't illegal to kill someone if you didn't get caught. Of course he wasn't actually going to kill him, but he considered it. The voices in his head kept screaming at him these awful, violent things and he had to fight them back, as usual. No, Daniel couldn't die. He was too interesting and different to be taken from the planet this early on. But then he remembered what he said about maybe being a serial killer this morning. This made Parker chuckle, but it was too low for Daniel to hear.
The bartender came back with his drink. Parker, for once, didn't order another drink. He decided he would later, but not now. He made even worse decisions when he was intoxicated.
His friends were staring in their direction and Parker frowned at them. He didn't want any of them scaring Daniel off.
//okay so yeah parker is like mentally not okay as you can tell XD
like he constantly has voices in his head telling to do horrible things to people lol
also how are ya?? haven't soken in a while. dan is still a cutie, as usual.//
Dan Kitt|Male|22 years old
Well, judging by his expression, Parker didn't seem to hate him already. Which likely meant this evening was off to a good start. At least, a good a start as an evening spent socialising could go. Unless he completely drowned himself in alcohol, he doubted the evening could be particularly enjoyable, and he wasn't going to drown himself in alcohol because he knew fully well what would happen if he did. He'd fuck everything up and probably end up trying to throw himself off a bridge, or in front of a car. Maybe, if he was feeling extra spicy, he'd take a short cut home through one of the many dodgy alleyways, ending up getting stabbed by a mugger or something. Or bitten by a feral dog-
Jesus, he was depressing himself already and that was saying something considering the fact he was a depressed bastard as it was. Dan abruptly cut off his internal dialogue, at least he tried to cut it off, opting to distract himself with Parker. Sure, he'd likely come off as creepy for staring too much. But it was better than making the guy depressed with his own depressing aura, right? It had to be.
He carefully seated himself on the stool beside the other man, hands coming to fold neatly on the counter in front of him. Mainly as an act of self-restraint -he ignored the small comment of "kinky" that ran through his head upon that thought- because he knew fully well that he had a habit of getting touchy when there was alcohol involved. Especially when he was in the company of particularly attractive men.
He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the fact that Parker seemed to have gone along with his lie. Either the guy was fucking stupid or for some reason had decided not to call him out. Either way, he was thankful for it. He couldn't cope under any form of pressure, which was why he generally tended to avoid it. Like he avoided all his problems. Such as paying his bills, which was probably going to get him kicked out of his apartment at some-point, because he had no fucking money- And he was back to being depressed again, just fucking great.
For a long moment, he didn't say anything. He simply stared holes into the bar counter, trying to ignore the fact that his leg had started up a fidgety bounce. Which meant that he was growing anxious again, just fucking great. He raised his head as the bartender approached, hesitant for a few seconds -probably looking like a complete fucking idiot for just sitting there and not saying anything- before he eventually responded. "I'll just take a vodka and coke." Enough to get him tipsy and make the whole evening easier for himself, but not enough to make him flat out drunk. And he could probably have at least one, potentially two, more glasses before he had to stop.
He eyed the bartender for a few seconds as they left, before becoming aware of the fact that Parker had turned to talk to him. He shot a brief glance toward the band as Parker spoke, lips thinning into a contemplative line, almost thoughtful expression passing across his face. He had two options, lie, or not lie. Either way, his response likely wouldn't be taken too well. He was a god-awful liar, so even so much as attempting to state something other than the truth would likely be caught out in two seconds. And from what he could tell, Parker seemed to really enjoy the music, so stating the truth wouldn't do too much to gain his approval either.
"They're not the kind of stuff I usually listen to." He settled on the truth, speaking after a long moment of hesitation, eyes shifting back to look at the counter. "But they're not bad. I see why you like them." That sounded okay, right? Well, not to him it didn't, to him it sounded like he was expressing outright hatred. As if he hated the band and everyone in it. He just hoped Parker wouldn't hear it the same way. "At least, I'm assuming you like them. You do like them, right?" It certainly looked like Parker did. But Daniel had piss-ass-poor judgement and a knack of making incorrect assumptions about everything. For all he knew, Parker could hate the band with an absolute fucking passion.
He glanced back toward him after he'd finished speaking, carefully scanning his face for his reaction. Mostly assuring that he wasn't about to snap and punch him or something- not that he'd dislike that. He'd probably get off to it, in complete honesty, but even so he wasn't exactly keen on the idea of getting floored in a pub. Not in front of all these people. People who were probably staring at him right now. He refused to even so much as glance back to check if his theory was correct, because he knew he was probably right, he somehow always attracted unwanted attention. For some reason, he could never quite shake the feeling of dozens of pairs of eyes burning into his back.
He offered a brief "thanks" as the bartender returned, setting his drink down in front of him. As much as he'd probably look like an alcoholic for doing so, he wasted now time in downing a good amount of the beverage, eyes widened slightly in embarrassment at just how much he'd managed to get through within the span of a few seconds. He carefully slid the glass away from himself, off to the side, silently hoping that no-one would actually notice that he was half-way fucking through it already.
((pffff poor boy XD honestly though dan would probably be very thankful to be murdered lmao
i'm doing alright! i've had a pretty shitty rough patch over the past couple of weeks making gaining motivation an absolute hell but i think that's mostly over now?? i have no idea lmao, knowing my luck it will be back again tomorrow XD
how have you been? :p
i s2g parker never fails to make me laugh, he's so goddamn amusing for some reason))
parker tyrell anvar//twenty
Parker tried his best not to raise his eyebrows at Daniel when he downed half of his mixed drink in one gulp. He liked a man that could handle his liquor. Well, he wasn't really sure. He only ever looked for some guy to sleep with. He wasn't exactly sure what dating material would consist of for him.
"Thirsty?" Parker chuckled as he leaned against the counter.
He took that moment to look the guy over. His shirt was wrinkled and his lips seemed to be in an almost permanent frown. It reminded him of his father. He may, possibly, somewhat, sorta kinda, have daddy issues. But really that was just a guess, not a fact. he didn't know for sure or anything, really.
Thinking back on Daniel's comment on the music, he nodded to himself in thought.
"Yeah, I like them." He answered in an absent voice, as he thought about his own music taste. It usually consisted of rap and eighties music, sometimes alternative if he was feeling it. But Daniel did not seem to have the same taste as him. Which meant he probably shouldn't tell him that his idea of a romantic song was the Use Your Love cover by Katy Perry.
He was sort of glad, though, that he didn't necessarily like the music. That meant that he wouldn't ask him to dance. Not that he seemed like the type, anyway. He knew for a fact that if he did dance, he'd never see that man again. Parker's dancing wasn't exactly dancing... It was more or less the haphazard flailing of his limbs. He wasn't the most graceful fellow.
"What is your taste in music then?" He offered what he hoped was a flirty glance. God, he sucked at flirting. He felt like such a moron. It was always so easy when you knew that no strings were attached, that no commitment would be involved. But when you actually may, or may not, have feelings for someone? He felt like an amateur.
When the bartender came by to ask about refills, Parker had to physically keep his mouth shut - his lips too tight to let any sound through. He could not be tempted to drink more. He was already tipsy, though the amount of drinks he had would normally put one of the other guys at the bar on their ass. He just happened to have a rather high tolerance for alcohol. Lucky him.
After Daniel answered the bartender, Parker took this time to look over himself. He was wearing a pretty normal outfit. It was all black, to match his soul. Though his leather jacket smelled strongly of cigarettes. He hoped this Daniel guy wasn't too turned off by that.
Suddenly, his friends began to head over toward them. Parker shook his head at them, but they just kept moving toward them at their steady pace. He groaned and placed his head in the palms of his hands.
"I apologize in advance." He muttered in Daniel's direction, wishing he could make his friends disappear; at least for a little bit. It would help if everyone else in the bar, or the town, went with them. It would just be nice to have the entire night, the entire town, all to themselves. The mayhem they could cause! He shuddered at the thought of it.
//yeah i totally understand that. i am currently trying to get my sleep schedule back on track. as for how that is going, let's just say i haven't slept for... a while. so if my writing has a few errors and this post is sorta short, that is why lol
i also tried to make my normal steaming cup of joe for breakfast and glenda [my coffee maker] decided to be a fussy bitch and not work, no matter how many times i threatened her existence. so i settled for a shot of my favorite rum [or two] and i am finishing off a ben and jerry's carton of ice cream. i wish i was joking lmao
and that's just the start
anyway, yes. i am sorry to hear that you have been going through a rough patch, i totally understand that. i really hope that everything works out for you soon! until then, parker is here to amuse you :)//
parker tyrell anvar//twenty
Parker noticed Dan peeking at him which only caused him to grin and slide his empty glass this way and that in a distracted manner.
It didn't take long for his friends to reach them. Each of them crowded around Dan - eyeing him like kids watching the new animal at the zoo. Well, that maybe wasn't the best analogy. Maybe he should have called him a new piece of art instead? Whatever, the point was that he was fresh meat and they were definitely going to have their fun with him.
"Danny Boy: meet Cindy Lou, Fort Beau, and Gravy Train." Parker laughed at each of their expressions, which all ranged from annoyance to partial disbelief.
Cindy rolled her eyes far enough to send her into another dimension as she leaned against the counter. She eyed Dan with a small smile, slowly nodding her head in approval.
Parker just scoffed which caused her to shoot a glare in his direction. Beau was ordering a drink, pretty much ignoring the rest of them. He wasn't exactly the social type either, nor was he interested in seeing the guy Parker had invited. Most likely because he had already mentally decided that it wasn't going to last. Parker didn't blame him, considering his track record. Grady stood a bit off to the side, glancing between the pair, pursing his lips in thought. He was one of those people that actually had a set expression for thinking.
"So when are ya'll gonna fall in love?" Cindy blurted out, seating herself onto the bar and swinging her legs back and forth, as she was short enough to do so rather easily.
Parker wasn't phased by her question at all, and was quick to answer. "Cindy, I can't even fall asleep."
All of them laughed like that was the funniest joke in the world. Parker debated ordering another drink.
"Just asking." Cindy said in a singsong voice, flipping her straightened hair behind her shoulder. The small movement almost caused her to fall off the bar, though luckily she caught herself before she could.
Parker just had to ask. "Are you drunk?"
"No."
"Good."
"I accidentally took some ecstasy though."
"How the fuck do you-" Then, throwing his arms up in the air as a sign of surrender, he finished with, "You know what? Forget it. Just have Gravy drive you home."
Cindy just giggled and threw her head back with a goofy smile. Most people would have been embarrassed by all of this, but Parker was honestly so immune to their shenanigans that it was beginning to become rather difficult to tell the difference between what was normal for them and what was normal in general. But as he so often heard Beau say, normal was boring.
"So, Dan." Grady had moved between Cindy and Dan now. He stood close enough that showed he cared nothing for personal space. "How did you meet our dear friend Parker?"
This peaked Beau's interest, so he moved to stand beside, if not a bit behind, Grady. He sipped at his brandy with ease. "Yes, do tell."
//omg don't worry about it! i literally always take breaks from this site and am thrown into a depressive spiral, so i totally get it! and sometimes i just have muse for specific threads and take a break from others. shit just happens, i'm not gonna get mad at you for it! but yeah i'm totally down to continue this. though it has been a while, so it might take a couple posts to get back into character lol
also i love your new template btw!//
parker tyrell anvar//twenty
Anyone could see just how uncomfortable Dan was, so Parker decided that they probably needed to back off. He didn't want them scaring away his date - or whatever he was.
"Okay guys, that's enough. Why don't you go be idiots over there instead." Parker gestured casually toward a corner in the back of the bar.
"You motherfucker." Grady laughed, a loud belly laugh, one that made a few people turn to look over at them before returning to whatever it was they were doing.
Beau cocked his head to the side and frowned, as if trying to figure something out. He was never much of a talker, but he was really good at reading people and situations. So he shrugged, grabbed his beer from the bar, and dissolved back into the crowd of people.
Cindy had crossed her arms over her chest and was pouting like a small child. A true idiot child. He loved his friends, yeah, but they were all a bunch of idiots.
"Someone please come collect your bastard!" Grady shouted, pointing dramatically toward Parker, trying to draw attention to their little group and embarrass his friend.
Parker just rolled his eyes and twisted his stool around, leaning back up against the bar with blithe nonchalance. He almost seemed to have insure manner to him, as if he were bored already. Though of course that was just his face. Sort of like how some people say they have resting bitch face? Yeah, well, Parker had resting bored face. Which made him come off as more rude than he usually intended.
"You are a bastard!" Grady was laughing his ass off like a true idiot, clapping his hands together and calling Parker a bastard for telling them to leave. God, he acted like such a fool and was making people stare.
Standing from his chair, Parker shoved his hands into his pockets and shot daggers toward his drunken friends. Then he motioned his head toward the back door that lead to the alley, wanting Dan to follow.
Eventually they had maneuvered through the crowd of flailing dancers and made their way through the back entrance. Now they stood in the dark alley, the walls throbbing with the muffled music from inside, the air cool enough to make their breath stream out like smoke.
Parker took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, letting it dangle from his lips. He hardly ever smoked, but he did when he was stressed. And right about now he decided this guy was probably about to flee after meeting his extremely odd friends. Maybe he'd even flee the town, or the state. He would change his phone number and his own identity just to escape the fucking weirdos that were his friends.
Was he overthinking this?
Probably.
Was he going to stop?
No.
"Sorry about that. They can be a bit... Much." Parker inhaled, the ember eating away at the paper as the toxins entered his lungs. Then he breathed out the smoke through slightly parted lips.
//omg your posts still never fail to make me laugh. and that's awesome! i really like it :)//
