JERED QUINN
MALE 
HONEYWOOD : FOUR #0202
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Post by JERED QUINN on Mar 1, 2013 23:23:01 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] The click of his worn mouse pad was beginning to wear thin on him after hours of working on a skin for a site he was commissioned to do. For a moment, his pale fingers hovered above the flat surface, shaking briefly before setting back down, moving quickly across the touch-sensitive device. Dragging his forefinger's tip across it and lifting it rapidly to repeat the process, the man quickly reached his goal - opening iTunes. He didn't know why he hadn't opened it earlier... like, hours earlier. But nothing could help the fact that he had just simply forgotten. Setting his finger down twice in quick succession, he chose a shuffle of sorts and a soft melody began to play from the speakers of his laptop. Okay... He thought, and turned the volume up.
An acoustic-style song by Sleeping With Sirens was playing, an angsty song with hidden feelings and emotions. Initially, it caused a grimace to cross the pale man's features, but it was brief. His default expression replaced the look of slight irritation and he opened photoshop again, glancing at the color scheme he had chosen so far for the site. It was a business site, one for advertising services, but the owner had wanted it to be flashy - specifically, blues and yellows. Two colors that mixed terribly because they were such polar opposites. This is going to take me a century, the thin man thought as he reached up, placing his palms over his red eyes and rubbing them gently. It was beginning to get late, but he didn't have to go in early tomorrow. His best decision would to stay up and work on this commission, but something else called to him.
"Falling over, and over again
From all the words that you have said
It's written on my heart for everyone to see..."
"Ugh, who writes this shit anyway?" The man spat before opening up his iTunes and shutting the music off. If he had to tell the truth, he was a little less angry with the song and more with himself. The lyrics had reminded him of his desperate love for his best friend, Mackenzie. Closing his dark hues again, Jered ran his lithe fingers through his lightly colored hair, leaning back in the wheeled chair that he had sat himself in hours ago. I miss the idiot... He thought, one eye opening and focusing on his phone laying next to his laptop. I wonder what he's up to... if he's hanging with Bailey or - The thought made Jered nearly double over in anxiety, feelings of hatred and jealousy flooding through his body; his blood began to pump faster and a headache began to form in the back of his brain. You idiot... He scowled again, reaching out for his phone. Now he had to know what Kenzie was up to. | [atrb=valign,top] words. 474 tag. kenzie notes. lyrics from scene five - with ears to see and eyes to hear by sleeping with sirens
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Post by kenzie on Mar 2, 2013 0:30:02 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:350px;,bTable] Ugh he hated his job. He hated working. He had been working at this stupid food court how long now? Too damn long! He knew he could probably find a job somewhere else but that would requite him to look. And he hated job searching just as much, if not more, than he hated his job. Besides, there was at least one high light to working at the mall. Bailey worked there too. So on his break he could get a chance to see the guy in the arcade. That made it a little more worthwhile in his book.
But Bailey hadn't been there today. Which mean no getting to see him during his break and then no chance of bumming a ride home off of him. Fucking had to ride the bus. With a huff he sat at the bus stop, waiting for it to make it's round. He had changed out of his work uniform already and had it shoved into the backpack slung over his shoulder. On his lap sat a small sketchbook, the young man idly doodling people in it. It was no one in particular around him, just faces in his head. The earbuds he wore were pounding some music into his skull, drowning out the busy sounds of New York in the evening.
His pencil jarred at his music suddenly cut off, his ringtone picking up. Eh? Who was calling him? With a sigh he fished the device out of his pocket to look at the screen. He smiled to see it was Jered. Okay, he wasn't huffy then. He didn't mind getting calls from his best friend in the world. Laying down his pencil in the sketchbook he leaned back on the bus bench and accepted the phone call. "What up Whitey?" | ▼ |
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JERED QUINN
MALE
HONEYWOOD : FOUR #0202
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Posts: 11
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Post by JERED QUINN on Mar 2, 2013 0:50:29 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] Jered spanned his fingers over the wooden frame of the desk he was leaned upon, his red eyes trained on an invisible speck as he listened to the dial tone for six seconds or so. Hearing a click, Jere was about to hit the end button when he heard a crackle. Background noise. Someone had picked up - but nothing was being said. What if Kenzie had been kidnapped and the vigilante had his cell phone now?! Jere furrowed his brow, catching his breath as he waited impatiently for a noise to indicate what he should believe. His heart rate began to pick up and his pale nostrils flared in an attempt to breathe quietly.
The familiar greeting sent a electrical shock through Jered's body, his arms going slack as he fell back into the wheeled chair. "For fucks sake, Ken, how many times have I told you not to call me that?" His tone angry, although not at Kenzie, was filled with embarrassment. His friend couldn't possibly know what the taller of the two had just been thinking, how wild his brain got when he let it loose. It was definitely one of the more embarrassing things that Jered had to deal with. He trained his eye on the imaginary speck again, sighing into the cell phone receiver.
Attempting to relax himself before addressing the little Spanish man once more, Jered ran a thin hand through his pale hair, taking a deep breath as he did so. "Where are you?" He said, closing his eyes and allowing his hand to reach for the bridge of his nose next. He skillfully pushed his glasses up easily, as if this had not been the first time he sat on the phone with Kenzie, trying to ease his nerves. "Do you want to chill at my place for a little bit?" He opened his eyes once more, his red eyes darker than ever as he listened to the loud noises in the background of the phone. Kenzie was in town somewhere, that much was sure. | [atrb=valign,top]words. 343 tag. Kenzie notes. --
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Post by kenzie on Mar 2, 2013 1:22:39 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:350px;,bTable] Kenzie gave a laugh as he heard the other greet him with a complaint about the nickname. He pretty much expected that. The guy always got huffy when he called him that nickname. "Oh relax. It's a term of endearment," he said teasingly and grinned to himself. His bad mood from work was already starting to slip away just hearing Jere being a grumpy ass. Haha. His legs lazily kicked back and forth above the cracked cement as he chatter.
Mm where was he? "I just got off of work. Fucking manager had me working the late shift today. Sitting at the bus stop by the mall waiting to go home," he relied, a slight huff in his voice. He hated waiting on the bus and he hated riding on it. He really needed to get a car but just, ugh, the money. And then paying for gas all the time. He couldn't afford it on his paycheck. Maybe once he got a new job or a good enough promotion he'd consider shopping around for a drivable hunk of junk. Until then it was the bus and bumming rides off of his friends. Which...
"Only if you will come pick me up," he said without hesitance. Of course he'd be down for hanging at Jered's place. Especially if it meant he could get a ride out of it. Bailey probably wouldn't be home tonight anyways so it'd just be quiet and boring. No reason to not go over to Jered's. Maybe even for the night. He was sure he had left some pajamas over there last time (because obviously he didn't want to bother going up to his place for them). Even if he didn't eh, Jered's shirts were pretty comfortable to sleep in. | ▼ |
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JERED QUINN
MALE
HONEYWOOD : FOUR #0202
UDESIGN APPRENTICE[M:0:]
Posts: 11
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Post by JERED QUINN on Mar 2, 2013 1:36:20 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] Listening to his friend patiently, he tapped his foot against the smooth floor in a slow beat. Jered honestly didn't mind giving Kenzie rides, especially when it was the alternative to Bailey driving him. The downside was the cost of gas, but Jere could easily wave that for the peace of mind that accompanied staying with Kenzie. His left hand raised to touch the fabric of his favorite red hoodie, still smelling vaguely of his best friend from the last time they had hung out. Kenzie had insisted that he was freezing in Jered's apartment (although they were in the same complex), and so Kenzie had hesitantly handed over his favorite piece of clothing. Giving such a beloved to even Kenzie was a bit nerve-wracking for him.
Letting his thin fingers drop from the fabric, Jere waved his thoughts away. "Yeah, yeah, I guess I could manage that." He murmured into the phone, standing up stiffly as he glanced to a window. It was beginning to get dark outside. "Stay inside the mall.. I'll text you when I get there, okay Kenzie?" He said, cocking his head as if the Spanish man could see his body language. It was a good thing he couldn't - just hearing Kenzie laugh was enough to cause a rosy hue to splatter across Jere's pale cheeks, a response that was unique to Ken.
I wonder where Bailey is, and why he can't drive Kenzie, Jered grumbled to himself, hitting the end button with his thumb. He wasn't complaining, but he definitely couldn't tell why Ken seemed to prefer the blue-haired brat over himself. I'm a much better person! Jered debated with himself, his red eyes narrowing as he shrugged on a thin coat. After all, it was still late winter. Spring was coming, but snow still littered the ground. It was better to be safe than sorry, even in the city. Jered wasted no time plopping into the driver's seat of the dark vehicle parked outside the Embassy Suites, his fingers wrapped around his keys. I don't want to have to wait an hour for you, idiot. He thought bitterly before jamming the car's keys into its ignition. | [atrb=valign,top]words. 000 tag. Kenzie notes. --
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Post by kenzie on Mar 2, 2013 1:59:00 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:350px;,bTable] He gave a silent fist pump in victory to hear that Jered would come pick him up. Sweet! Immediately he was snapping his sketchbook shut and shoving it back into his bag. No reason to be sitting at this stupid bus stop if his bestie was going to come and get him. "Yeah yeah okay, I will. But hurry your ass up." Off of the bench he was hurrying back toward the mall. He could just piddle around one of the stores by the main entrance until Jered got there. Far more tolerable sitting on the bus bench. "See you when you get here Whitey," he said cutely before hanging up, not giving the albino a chance to bitch at him for the nickname again.
While he waited on Jered he just wandered around a few stores, chatting with some employees he was familiar with. Eventually he felt the buzz in his pocket of a text message and pulled it out. Looked like Jere was here. Snapping the phone shut he said his good-byes to the other mall workers and hitched his backpack higher on his shoulder. With quick steps he made his way out of the mall. A glance around he fast enough spotted the familiar car and grinned.
Making his way over he opened the door and tossed his bag in first, shoving it to the backseat before flopping down in the passenger's seat. "Man you're my hero. I did not want to take the bus tonight," he said lightly and buckled up, feet kicked up on the dashboard comfortably. "Mmmm so what do you want to do tonight?" | ▼ |
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JERED QUINN
MALE
HONEYWOOD : FOUR #0202
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Posts: 11
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Post by JERED QUINN on Mar 2, 2013 5:54:02 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] It didn't take Jered very long to get to the mall. He was a decent driver and knew driving patterns - he had to, really. He would be late to work every day if he hadn't learned after over four years in such a city. Tapping his fingers against the steering wheel as he awaiting a response from his text, Jered stared blankly out the windshield, his car parked comfortably on the side of the road. He heard the door open and something get thrown in the back before the passenger-side door opened. Yeah, that's definitely Kenzie. The man rolled his eyes, and quickly pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
Being called a hero by the man you love the most really made one's heart soar. Jered sat, his hands tightly wrapped around the steering wheel as he thought about Kenzie's words. "It's up to you... do you have to work tomorrow morning? I should probably get you home soon if you do." Jered put his vehicle into drive and eased on the gas, his red eyes trained on the lightly iced roads. "No one wants to deal with a walking-dead Mackenzie," amusement touched his voice but not a single smile touched his lips as he watched the red tail-lights ahead of him, his left leg locked rigidly against the side of the door. | [atrb=valign,top]words. 000 tag. Kenzie notes. --
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Post by kenzie on Mar 2, 2013 6:10:48 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:350px;,bTable] Kenzie had long ago become accustom to the other's lack of a friendly disposition. The albino could seem kinda distant or even cold. Stoic, or whatever. It had bothered the smaller of the men at first, thinking that the other didn't like him. But they had been friends how many years now? If Jered hated him he'd of cut off ties by now. So Kenzie had the confidence to keep hanging around even when the other didn't seem like he wanted to socialize. Even though Jere wasn't looking his way or giving him a friendly hello the Filipino was not phased, boldly fiddling with the radio to find some decent music.
"Nah I'm not scheduled for tomorrow," he replied with a sound of relief. After working the late shift he really didn't feel like getting his butt up in the morning to go to work. Just… no. No. So he was all free tomorrow to do as he pleased. Which meant- wait what? "Heeeey! I'm not that bad when I'm tired," he retorted and cast a huffy look toward the other. By the twinkle in his eyes it was clear he wasn't serious.
But anyways, back to his point. No work tomorrow and hanging out with Jered tonight meant one thing. "Let's get wasted bro. You don't work tomorrow right? Swing by the liquor store and I'll buy our bottles this round." He really didn't have that much money to be spending on alcohol but eh, he could afford to get a bottle of decent vodka. Sitting up more in his seat an excited grin danced across his lips. Now he was feeling excited about tonight. It was turning out a lot more interesting than he had thought it could possibly could. Whitey really was his hero today. "I haven't had a good drink in like, weeks. I'm so ready for it dude. So c'mon stop by the one by the complex and I'll run in real fast." | ▼ |
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JERED QUINN
MALE
HONEYWOOD : FOUR #0202
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Post by JERED QUINN on Mar 2, 2013 6:21:17 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] Jered let out a long, exaggerated sigh as he listened to the smaller man ramble about the idea he had for tonight. When will you ever learn, idiot? Jered could vividly remember the times when Ken would get so drunk the night previous, that he would wake up so hungover the next day, he couldn't see straight. He always vowed to Jered that he would try to cut down on the drinking, but it never happened. Not that Jere himself was against alcohol - no, he knew how to throw one back once in a while - but Ken seemed to do it so much. And he couldn't deny that a small part of him worried about a drunk Ken and a curious Bailey.
Jered didn't really mind stopping by the store by the complex, so he took a little shortcut, tapping his finger to the beat of the music that Ken had chosen. It was a more electronic-type station, pleasing the pale-skinned man. His best friend had a very similar taste in music, which was a good thing, considering how often the Filipino was in his car. It was a comfortable relationship between the two, although Jere always kept his distance, not sure where the line was between best friends and lovers. And he so desperately wished for the latter.
Turning the car's steering wheel sharply to catch the street that the store was located on, Jered cocked a pale eyebrow at the relaxed MacKenzie, his legs propped up on car's dashboard. "C'mon then, hurry up." He said, putting the car into park as he waited patiently for the darker-skinned man to get off his lazy butt and pick up the goods. He wasn't too excited about tonight, but he could never complain when it entailed a night with his best friend. Plus, Ken oftentimes got pretty cuddly when he got drunk, which was just a huge plus in Jered's book. | [atrb=valign,top]words. 000 tag. Kenzie notes. --
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Post by kenzie on Mar 2, 2013 6:42:22 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:350px;,bTable] Kenzie liked to drink. He couldn't help himself. He wasn't an alcoholic by any means because he could go without it when he needed to. But if he had a chance to get wasted with good company? He'd jump on it. And Jered was deemed good company. Besides he couldn't recall the last time they'd hit the drinks just the two of them in one of their apartments. It'd be fun, he was sure of it. Confident about it, even if the other didn't seem too keen on the idea right now. He'd get the albino to come around soon enough.
As Jere drove Kenzie played on his phone, not really paying attention to where they were going. He jumped slightly at the other's works to hurry, dropping his legs down to the floorboard. "Oh! Shit, we're here. Okay I'll be back in a second," he replied and climbed out of the car. Hastily he scurried into the liquor store to get them some goods for the night.
After a short while he came back out with a brown paper bag in his hands. Hopping back into the car he grinned excitedly at the albino. "I got us some good vodka and some tequila too, haha. It'll be great," he chirped happily and set the bag on the floor before buckling himself up. "Now let's get back to your pad. So ready to relaaaax." | ▼ |
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JERED QUINN
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HONEYWOOD : FOUR #0202
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Post by JERED QUINN on Mar 2, 2013 8:43:29 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] Jered rolled his eyes as he waited for MacKenzie to fetch the alcohol. If he had to be totally honest, he was surprised that the little Filipino hadn't tried to make him go in and buy the liquor. The short little man didn't even try to bum any money off the taller one. Narrowing his eyes, Jered turned to Ken as he hopped in the car. Jere allowed Ken to speak briefly before eying him up and down, his eyebrow raised. "You okay?" He pursed his lips, finally tearing his stare away from his friend; putting pressure on the break pedal, Jere fidgeted with the gears, putting his car in overdrive.
It took less than two minutes for the pair to get back to the complex, even in New York traffic. Parking his car with not so much as a sigh, Jered cracked open his door, turning to look at Ken briefly before getting out. "C'mon," Having his apartment two floors from the ground level was a pain sometimes. It took a little bit of time before he could finally crash on his bed after a long day of work. This was no exception. He just wanted to plop his skinny little butt on the couch next to Kenzie and knock a few back.
Jingling his keys as he tried to find the right one, Jered felt the hair on the back of his neck stand straight up. He always got so nervous when it came to drinking with Kenzie. Nothing ever happened, but sometimes Kenzie got kind of cuddly when drunk, and Jered never knew how to react to such affection from the Filipino. He usually shoved the man off of him before going to bed for the night, suggesting the same for the shorter drunk. Oftentimes Jered wondered what would happen if he took advantage of the situation, late at night when his clothes lay crumpled on the floor, his arms wrapped loosely around his knees. What could his life be life if he took a chance?
But Jered Quinn would never do such a thing to his best friend. That's all he was to Kenzie, and unless the dark-skinned man developed feelings, that was all he would be. | [atrb=valign,top]words. 000 tag. Kenzie notes. --
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Post by kenzie on Mar 2, 2013 21:40:34 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:350px;,bTable] Honestly Kenzie was feeling pretty happy that he had a distraction for tonight. So he wasn't going to bother trying to talk Jered into buying the alcohol instead. This was… kind of like his thank you? For the other coming to pick him up and being his hero. Or whatever. Nonetheless he gave a confused look when he was asked if he was okay. Why wouldn't he be? "Yeah man, I'm fine," he replied with a raised eyebrow. Man, Jered could be weird sometimes. He didn't even bother to even ask why.
As they arrived Kenzie handed the bag of liquor over to the albino so he could retrieve his backpack from the back. Slinging it over a shoulder he hurried after the larger male, following the familiar route up to the apartment. He rather liked that they lived in the same complex. It meant he could easily come visit or run up to his own apartment for something if he needed. Though he rarely ever bothered to do that. It was too much of a hassle for his lazy self. Typically if he was down in Jered's apartment, he was there for the night.
As they arrived at the door he took back the paper bag so Jere could unlock the door, Giving a whistled tune he rested against the wall by the doorframe, watching the taller male jingle the keys around. "Geesh slowpoke," he said teasingly and winked at the other. "Going to be forty before you get this door open." | ▼ |
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JERED QUINN
MALE
HONEYWOOD : FOUR #0202
UDESIGN APPRENTICE[M:0:]
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Post by JERED QUINN on Mar 2, 2013 21:55:57 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] Jered raised an eyebrow at the little Filipino teasing him beside the door frame. "We're already halfway there. Don't hold your breath." Once he had successfully unlocked the door, he turned the doorknob and kicked the door open gently. The paler of the two stood in the hallway for a moment longer, fishing around in his pocket for something. Ah, there it was. Jered pulled the object out, his red eyes lighting upon the white rectangular box. Stuffing his other hand in his pocket while he shook the box, Jered reminded himself that he would have to stop and buy some more smokes on his way to work next time. He was beginning to get low, and he knew that he went through them like crazy when he was around Kenzie.
Briefly holding his palm around the tip - more so from habit than to stop the wind from blowing the flame out - Jered took a deep drag on the cigarette before he walked through the doorway, kicking the door shut behind him. His red eyes slowly adjusted to the dimly-lit room; Kenzie must have turned on the lights while he was busy lighting his smoke. He was impressed, really. Kenzie had the tendency to prefer walking through the entryway, tripping on some garbage, and blaming Jered. Oftentimes he'd cry and claim he was going to sue Jere for his pain and suffering. Ah, so unamusing. Jered watched the shorter male set the paper bag of alcohol on the table, digging around for the right bottle. The vague clink of glass against glass echoed in Jered's ears as he approached the sofa, pulling his cigarette from his lips to sigh.
"So," the pale male said, replacing his smoke between his lips and bringing an ash tray close to where he sat. "When are you planning on actually purchasing a car? Or are you going to bum rides off me until you're retired?" Jered crossed his left leg over his right and leaned back into the old sofa, tapping his knee gently with his freehand as he watched the small Filipino man bustle around in his apartment. He didn't really care what Kenzie was doing - they were such good friends, it was as if Kenzie lived here. Except Jered paid for the entire rent. Scoffing, the pale man set his cigarette down, watching the smoke rise from the tray. | [atrb=valign,top]words. 000 tag. Kenzie notes. --
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Post by kenzie on Mar 2, 2013 23:19:16 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:350px;,bTable] Once the door was unlocked Kenzie waltzed in with no hesitance, picking back up on his whistling as he made his way into the familiar apartment. The lay out was the same as his own so there was only so many things that could be different. Making his way to the table in the kitchen he sat the bag down and began to pull out the two alcohol bottles. With them both out he shuffled over to the cabinets, pulling down some glasses for them and looking in the fridge for some mixers they could use. Spotting a jug of orange juice he nodded in approval. "Screwdrivers to kick it off it is," he said to himself and went back to the table.
Soon enough he had mixed two drinks for them, carrying them over to the couch and plopping down next to the other. He offered one before taking a large sip of the other. As he lowered it down, licking his lips, he looked over at the larger male. Get a car? Giving a short he rested back in the cushions. "I can't afford one on my paycheck dude. Even if I did manage to purchase a car I wouldn't be able to pay for the gas hardly ever," he grumbled. He really hated his job and the shitty paychecks that came with it. A part of him almost regretted dropping college. But then he remembered how big a pain in the ass it was and that feeling would instantly vanish.
Sitting back up straight he downed more of the vodka and orange juice concoction. "If you're so huffy about giving me rides I can help you pay for gas time to time. Or just say no dude. I'll fucking ride the bus." He didn't like saying that and it was clear on his face. But he didn't want Jered to get pissed at him and stop being friends with him or something. He… wouldn't be able to handle that. The dude was his fucking best friend. Hell probably his only friend that was genuine.
"Now shut up and drink up. We got two bottles to work through tonight," he said with a grin and nodded toward the other's screwdriver. He was in a pretty big hurry to get drunk. But then again, when wasn't the guy when he had alcohol in his hand? | ▼ |
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JERED QUINN
MALE
HONEYWOOD : FOUR #0202
UDESIGN APPRENTICE[M:0:]
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Post by JERED QUINN on Mar 3, 2013 6:51:55 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] Jered cocked his head at the drink that his friend handed him, but he didn't so much as utter a word as the glass was handed to him. He curled his lithe fingers around the glass as he tilted it to watch the color swirl. "Maybe if you hadn't dropped college," Jered purred teasingly, not looking up at Kenzie until he was finished watching the mixture in his hand. He was a teasing guy when you caught him in the right mood. But his facial expression hardly ever changed. "Y'know, tootsie rolls taste really good with orange flavored drinks." He said randomly, picking his cigarette back up for a short drag before dropping it back down. When he wasn't super conscious of Kenzie's presence, he was actually quite relaxed. But it wasn't often that he could chill out like this.
Jered felt the couch bent a bit with new weight before he even turned to his Filipino friend. Slowly blowing wisps of smoke from his lips and his nostrils, the paler of the two listened to his friends words, allowing a brief grimace touch his features. He punched Kenzie playfully, although it wasn't soft, and gave a low tsk. "You know I would never make you do that, so don't be dumb." He reprimanded his friend, eyes half lidded as he took breaks to sip his drink. For being such an idiot at times, Kenzie really could mix a drink. Jere gave a low hum of approval as he let the mixture touch his pale lips, his heart beating irregularly as he thought of what could happen tonight. No. He blinked, You're sick. Stop. Kenzie is your fucking FRIEND. Jered allowed a sigh to pass his lips before he reached over and took his cigarette back between his fingers.
At his friend's comment, Jered allowed himself a big gulp of the concoction, although he regretted it immediately when it stung all the way down his throat. He gasped, trying to capture enough oxygen to help with the intense sting of the alcohol and orange juice. Fuck, why do I always have to try and show off? Jered gripped his knee with his right hand, trying to steady his breath before Kenzie would notice - although if he ever would, it would've been at the loud gasp that passed the pale man's lips. He forced a smile and turned to his friend, awkwardly. "Haha, drank a little too fast there," He murmured, turning back to his ash tray. Needless to say, that cigarette didn't last long. | [atrb=valign,top]words. 000 tag. Kenzie notes. --
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