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  • omg hi!
    i am so sorry for like disappearing! i had some personal issues to take care of, but i did not forget about our thread! i am finally replying to my threads after what seems like forever lol

    so yeah, do you wanna skip to them at tito's?? i could rp parker with his friends. and maybe they can be drinking and smoking and playing pool while waiting for the band to play?? and then daniel can walk in and they're all like ?? lol

    sound good??

    also i named the bar tito's after my dog tito

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    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.






  • bryan.gifDan 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?

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    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.//


  • bryan.gifDan 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))

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    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 :)//




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    DANIEL KITT




    Shit. He'd noticed. Why he was surprised by that fact, he didn't know. He'd been fucking obvious, after all. Dan quickly averted his eyes, staring down his own legs, trying to ignore the fact his face had erupted into a deep blush of pure fucking shame.


    This was fine.


    He just had to play it cool. Who knew how many drinks this guy had downed already, anyway? For all he knew, Parker could be a full blown alcoholic. Which if he was, Dan honestly wouldn't blame him for. He'd probably be an alcoholic too, had he fortunately not had some fucking sense knocked into him the last time he got piss ass drunk. Which was a long time ago. Somehow, he was actually doing pretty well for himself in terms of his drinking.


    ...Unlike his passion for sleeping with strangers. That would come to fuck him in the ass one day. Oh wait. It already was.


    He swallowed, glancing up momentarily to fix Parker with an attempt at a smile. Something that didn't betray that he wanted to fucking die. "Anxious." He corrected, partially surprised to hear the word come out of his own mouth. For once in his life, he was actually being honest. What a miracle!


    His fingers came to wrap around his glass once more, tapping in an inconsistent rhythm. Which would probably be fucking annoying, in all honesty. But Dan didn't give a shit. His eyes briefly flicked toward Parker as he spoke, a brow raising in a questioning manner. The guy was looking at him weird. And normally, that would have bothered the shit out of him. But normally, he didn't drink half a fucking glass of vodka-coke in the space of ten seconds.


    "...Do I have dirt on me, or something?" He questioned, continuing to stare back at Parker in a quizzical manner. He honestly wouldn't be surprised if he had dirt on him. Or cat hair. Loki got fucking everywhere. He shook the question off with a sigh, lips curling into a contemplative frown as he thought about Parker's question.


    Taste in music...


    Dan knew what he liked. He liked the same kind of shit all the kids on MySpace liked back in 2007. Not that he was ready to admit that to anyone outside of his non-existent friendship circle. He liked the kinds of stuff that most people equated with crippling depression, and far too much eyeliner. Which was actually kinda accurate in all honesty. He may not have worn copious amounts of eyeliner anymore, but he sure as hell had crippling depression!


    "Yeah, uh. It's pretty much depressing shit." There, something else that was the truth. Next thing he knew, he'd be winning the fucking lottery or some shit with all these miracles... God, he'd love to win the lottery. He could move to a house in the middle of fucking no-where, surround himself with at least 10 cats, have a closet stacked full of dil-


    ...It probably wasn't a good idea to think about that kind of stuff here.


    He gave an awkward cough into his hand, before quickly shifting his attention towards the bartender who was offering refills.


    Did he want another drink? Was it a good idea to have another drink?


    It wasn't a good idea but fuck it. He'd have another drink.


    He gave the bartender a nod of confirmation at the offer, quickly finishing off the remains of his previous drink. It hit him like a fucking truck, but he didn't give a shit. It was far better to be drunk and unaware than sober and aware. In his opinion, at least.


    So long as he didn't remember shit in the morning, he didn't care what the fuck went down. He'd even sleep with a woman, so long as he was so drunk off his ass the memories were non-existent. Not that he had anything against women, they were lovely, he just much preferred engaging in adult activities with men.


    And Jesus fucking Christ he was getting distracted to the point where he was wasn't even paying any attention to Parker-


    Wait, why was he apologizing?


    Dan glanced over his shoulder, slightly unfocused eyes taking note of the fact there was a rather large group of people heading their way. Okay, maybe not that big, but for a guy that fucking hated people and anything to do with people, the group seemed big.


    Were these the friends Parker had mentioned? Probably.


    Either that, or he was about to get the shit beaten out of him because Parker was a mugger or some shit, who'd just so happened to set all of this up.


    Which, in all honesty, he wouldn't mind. He quite liked getting the shit beaten out of him.


    He swallowed, silently hoping the bartender would hurry the fuck up with his refill so he could drink away his anxiety. Sure, he wasn't having a panic attack like he normally would when approached by a group this big, which was something. But still. He could probably shit himself if they came any closer.


    Fuuuuuck.


    He tried his best not to focus on the approaching group, instead, opting to stare at Parker out of the corner of his eye. He was an easy distraction, good eye candy. Had a strong scent to him -cigarettes, which wasn't the most pleasant in the world, but Dan had at least two jackets of his own at home that smelt like that, so who was he to talk?- which was familiar, and somehow soothing? It would be easy to just stare at this guy, and block everyone else out.


    ...Probably too easy, in all honesty.



    "I'll stop wearing black when they make a darker color."


    ((OKAY JESUS FUCK I AM SO SORRY FOR VANISHING FOR LITERAL YEARS I WAS NOT EXPECTING TO LOSE ALL MY MUSE FOR THIS

    yeah uh, hey! i may or may not have managed to get myself into a depressed slump and lose muse for just about every single one of my threads aside from like a couple of random group ones. which i honestly feel like a dick for and i really need to try and get on top of my posting habits so i dont ghost people for actual years at a time

    but hey, my muse is kinda back now! which is something, i guess? i mean, it's probably useless if you don't wanna continue this (which i wouldn't blame you for lol, i was gone for a long ass time.)
    somehow im actually really damn musey at the moment, and somehow ive actually started to get back to some of my threads i disappeared from, which is an honest to god miracle.

    i also have a new post template which is kinda fun so theres that
    but uh yeah, im totally cool with it if you aren't up for continuing this because i really wouldnt blame you for having lost muse. seeing as i do all the fucking time, thanks depression. i just felt the need to go write something bc i have a crap ton of muse atm lol))



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    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!//



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    DANIEL KITT




    Okay... Maybe it wouldn't be easy to block everyone else out. Jesus fucking Christ did these people not know of personal space? Well, it wasn't exactly like he could do much about it, right? He couldn't just tell them to fuck off, because he'd look like a total fucking dickhead. Nor could he just run the fuck away, because normal people didn't do that.


    ...And yeah, he wasn't exactly a normal person. But still. He at least didn't want to make a complete fool of himself.


    Dan swallowed, fingers drumming against his glass at a more rapid pace, his eyes flicking inconsistently between Parker and the wall. Fuck he was not drunk enough to deal with this shit.


    He offered a weak, incredibly faked smile, in a pathetic attempt to cover up the fact he was absolutely shitting himself... Which probably actually made him look more like he was shitting himself, but he honestly had no fucking idea what else to do.


    He hadn't actively talked to people in years and he'd literally only had one friend in the entirety of his life. He didn't even speak to people on the internet! And his entire life practically revolved around the internet!


    Hang on a second.


    What the fuck was that name? "Gravy train?" Dan's eyes immediately flicked toward Parker in confusion, expression utterly confused. Had he even heard that right? He'd heard of a gravy stain but never a gravy fucking train. "I'd ask how that nickname came about but I don't think I want to know."


    He shook his head, brain still in a state of utter disbelief. Sure, those other nicknames were fucking weird, but that one- That one was tumblr blog url worthy.


    He didn't comment further. He didn't have anything to say. He didn't know what to say. Most people would probably be put off by a 'hi, I'm fucking terrified right now and would quite like to die.'


    Maybe it would be wiser to just observe? Dan considered himself to be a pretty analytical person -thanks to his obsession with fictional characters- so he could probably put those skills to good use and hopefully decide who was or was not a serial killer.


    ...Not that he expected anyone to be a serial killer, of course.


    Gravy Train -Dan had to suppress a laugh because he still couldn't get over that fucking name- seemed to be... thinking? Which was honest to God fucking terrifying because Dan had no idea if that thinking included plots for murder, or overall judgement. He hoped it was murder. Being judged was far more terrifying than death. Fort Beau, thankfully, seemed rather closed off. Which was good. It probably meant he wasn't going to talk to him, which was always favourable.


    And then there was Cindy Lou.


    Dan made a distressed choking the moment he heard her speak, face blooming into an impressive shade of red. Jesus fucking Christ he'd literally just met Parker this morning! Love -of all fucking things- was not something that happened in a day!


    He was thankful when Parker answered, putting them down? Honestly Dan couldn't tell if that sudden laughter meant he'd put that question down or not, he honestly had no idea what was going on and just wanted to either drink himself to death or go home.


    He resisted the urge to bury his face in his arms or repeatedly slam it into the bar. Because that shit wasn't socially acceptable.


    Instead, he just continued to sit there, uncomfortably stiff, and looking utterly terrified. Just listening in on the conversation at hand, but keeping his own lips sealed shut in refusal to speak.


    Screw that- "Ecstasy!?" Not only were these people insane, but apparently they did drugs as well. Great. Just fucking great. What the fuck had he gotten himself into? "How do you even-"


    Yeaaaaah. Might wanna shut the fuck up now.


    These people were already eyeing him up like a piece of meat. He didn't need to draw any more attention to himself.


    He says, as he draws more attention to himself.


    That Gravy guy was way too fucking close, so much in so that Dan found himself subconsciously leaning away from him out of sheer discomfort. He only liked that level of closeness if he was pinned up against a-


    He cut the thought off immediately, eyes shifting toward Parker for reassurance. "It uh, really isn't all that interesting." A nervous laugh escaped his mouth, his hands coming to lace together in his lip, fingers fidgeting nervously. "It was literally just in a café... This morning. Yeah. Not that exciting."



    "I'll stop wearing black when they make a darker colour."


    ((that's all good! im slightly rusty still too haha ive literally been using just like 1 character over the past couple of months and damn it feels weird to use someone different haha

    thanks! i decided id finally go and use a fancypost tutorial i found and it kinda somehow worked?? which im honestly pretty pleased about lmao))



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    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 :)//




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    DANIEL KITT




    It was probably safe to say Dan had no idea what the fuck was going on. Not that he wanted to know what was going on, that was.


    No, he wanted to die. More so than usual. He wanted to dissolve into fucking nothing and stop existing altogether.


    Or get shot in the head, or something.


    With his unlikable ass, he wouldn't put it past a hitman to try and kill him. If he was a hitman, he'd kill him.


    ...Did that count as suicide?


    He had no fucking clue. He just knew he wanted to fade from existence. Or just run off and hide in the bathroom. Maybe drown himself in the toilet.


    ...Nah. That would ruin his hair. And his hair was already a fucking wreck.


    So, instead he just sat there. Like a mug. Looking toward Parker as if they guy could somehow reassure him, or just magically make his friends disappear. Dan didn't mind which option.


    "What the fuck is going on? What the fuck is going on?" He hoped no-one could hear his terrified whisper. He doubted they could, to be honest. They were all being fucking loud. And drawing attention. Attention, which Dan did not want, and had never wanted in his life.


    There had been a good reason why he'd thrown himself down a flight of stairs when he'd found out he was going to be in a school production when he was five years old.


    He did not do attention. Not unless that attention was from an incredibly attractive man who obviously wanted to fuck hi-


    Wait. Had Parker found a way out of this?


    Holy shit he had to marry this man.


    Dan darted to the alleyway faster than he'd ever moved in his life. Which really wasn't all that fast. He was a fucking lazy bastard, and was honestly really fucking lucky to have high metabolism.


    "You have no idea how much I love you right now. I could fucking kiss you."


    ...Not literally, of course.


    Okay, maybe possibly literally.


    "I cant- people and me do not work. There's a bloody good reason why I have no friends." He often forgot just how much he could fucking talk when he was on the verge of a panic attack. It must have been a fucking coping mechanism or some shit. Maybe it was his body's way of say he actually needed to go talk to a therapist. "Nothing against your friends, but uh, they're fucking insane."


    His eyes found themselves staring towards the cigarette between Parker's lips. Filled with an almost desperate form of longing.


    Longing for a cigarette, or longing for Parker? At this point, Daniel honestly didn't fucking know.


    He was freaking out, and he was perpetually thirsty. That was never a good combination."I will never understand how people can actually be like that." Like what? A normal fucking person who could actually socialise. Something which Dan would never be.


    "I'll stop wearing black when they make a darker colour."


    ((aaaaa thank you! your posts always cmtfu too, Parker is great lmao XD))