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Post by kenzie on Mar 3, 2013 18:38:24 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:350px;,bTable] Ken gave a huffy look when the other teased him about dropping out of college. He knew he'd have a better job if he'd of just stuck with college and graduated. He was only three semesters away from a degree, too. But he just- ugh. No. He didn't want to go back to that. It was too much work. "Yeah whatever. Plenty of people get by just fine without college degrees," he retorted and stuck out his tongue. He just needed to find a more well-paid job than the one he had now and he'd be on easy street. But finding that job was the obstacle he wasn't able to overcome.
"Well if you have any tootsie rolls then have it. I'll stick to enjoying my drink." Luckily when he was punched he had a good grip on his drink. But it didn't make the hit hurt any less, a pout filling the small dark-skinned man's face. Reaching up he rubbed at his arm. "Ow, you dick. You punch too hard!" That wasn't saying much given even a light tap could probably hurt Kenzie's arm. "But yeah whatever. I'm serious though, I can pay gas money or whatever. Well, when I have the cash to." Which wasn't often.
When the other man suddenly gasped Kenzie glanced over with a raised eyebrow. But the answer was soon found in the awkward smile and explanation. Giving a snort of amusement he smirked. "Gotta know your limit," he said playfully before taking a large drink of his own. He'd grown too used to the stings of alcohol so t didn't bother him nearly as much. It was fire whiskey that was hard to swallow in large amounts, really. Vodka? Nah.
With his drink already half gone he sighed in contentment, nuzzling down more into the cushions. He really needed this tonight. To just relax with his best friend. It'd take his mind off of everything. His shitty job, the fact his ass was pretty much broke, having no car, Bailey, everything. Just fuck everything for tonight, haha! "I'm glad you invited me over man," he said lightly as he shifted to rest heavily against Jered's side. "I need my Whitey time." Glancing up he gave a teasing wink. | ▼ |
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JERED QUINN
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HONEYWOOD : FOUR #0202 UDESIGN APPRENTICE[M:0:]
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Post by JERED QUINN on Mar 3, 2013 18:58:14 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] "Yer fine," the pale male said, murmuring his words quietly as he nursed his mixed drink and stared into space, his red eyes focused on nothing in particular. "You know I'd never take your money if I didn't have to." He reached out in his spacey state, feeling for the familiar feel of his cancer stick, resting in the ash tray, but it wasn't there. Ah, yeah... I finished it, I forgot. It a desperate attempt to keep his mind off his addiction, Jered laughed, taking another sip of his drink. "I don't punch that hard, don't be such a puss. I could blow on you and bruise your body." Suddenly awkwardly conscious of the fact that he had referred to Kenzie's body, Jered forced a small laugh. "You know it, too!" He turned to the shifting male.
Jered would be a liar if he said his heart rate didn't pick up tenfold when Kenzie nuzzled closer to him, calling him by his nickname of endearment. He bit his lip, trying not to make his discomfort obvious, but it was hard. Tightening his legs in a weak attempt to pull his body away from the Filipino's, Jered gave a stiff chuckle. "Yeah, yeah, no problem. You know you're welcome anytime. My place is your place - at least when you're not busy hanging out with Bailey or anything." Jered was too lazy to force a smile for the smaller male, knowing that he was probably going to get some jeers from him, but it was worth it. He was tired himself after the day of working on that site. Designing and coding really took a lot out of him.
Reaching into his pocket by squirming around, Jered pulled out his box of cigarettes. "Mmm," he mumbled quietly as he tapped one out, bringing it to his lips delicately. After lighting it and taking a deep drag on it, the pale man turned to his friend, sighing. The smoke danced around Kenzie's face, caressing it gently before dissipating into the atmosphere. After lighting a smoke, he felt so much more relaxed... Jered could handle this now. Taking another drag before setting his smoke down, the taller of the two stood, stretching sorely. "Ah," he groaned, touching his left hand to the small of his back. "Hey, you want me to get you another drink? Yours seems to have disappeared already..." It was a known fact to Jered that Kenzie had a tendency to down his drinks in little to no time. | [atrb=valign,top]words. 000 tag. Kenzie notes. --
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Post by kenzie on Mar 14, 2013 11:21:00 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:350px;,bTable] Kenzie gave a huffy look when the other teased him for his low pain tolerance. "You're like a damn giant in comparison to me! It's like, a fucking great dane vs. a chihuahua. It isn't my fault that shit hurts," he replied defensively and made a punch at the other's arm. It was weak though as expected and was probably nothing more than a small tingle to the pale-skinned man. Giving an annoyed sound the Filipino returned to rubbing at the spot where he'd been punched. "So unfair," he mumbled.
It didn't take much to notice how the other was uncomfortable with him cuddled to him. Jere was always fucking weird like that. So when the other tried to pull his body away Ken just sat back up and scooted away from him, giving up for the moment. Bah, such a bother that his bestie wouldn't even cuddle with him. Didn't he know that the smaller male liked affection like that? Hmph. Whatever. "Yeah, I know. And I appreciate it man." It was a simple response to the reiteration that he was welcome in Jered's apartment. He was a little more preoccupied with downing the rest of his drink rather than coming up with some witty or teasing reply. Tilting his head back he finished off the screw driver, lowering the empty glass back down to his lap.
Honestly, Jered didn't have much room to say anything about the dark-skinned man's drinking habit. It was pretty obvious that the other man had a smoking habit that was just as bad. It did not go unnoticed that he was already on his second cigarette, Kenzie just brushing the smoke away from his face with a hand. Though he personally didn't smoke he was so used to being around Jered or others when they did that the smoke itself didn't bother him any longer, didn't make him cough.
"Hm? Oh yeah dude." When offered to get a refill Kenzie snapped his attention up to the other, giving a small grin. He offered his empty glass before kicking back onto the couch more comfortably. "You know me man, I can put 'em away pretty quickly." For only a few before he'd be shitfaced. But eh, whatever. He liked getting drunk. | ▼ |
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JERED QUINN
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HONEYWOOD : FOUR #0202 UDESIGN APPRENTICE[M:0:]
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Post by JERED QUINN on Mar 14, 2013 21:35:25 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable] Jered took the glass from his smaller friend, grasping it casually as he stepped around the oval table before them. Making his way to the kitchen through the hallway, his thoughts wandered unruled. Kenzie always had a weird way of leaning in for a cuddle and then shifting away-- it had always nagged at Jered, coaxing paranoia into his system before he could get another smoke in. He couldn't let Kenzie know that he had any feelings for him, other than a friendship tie. It was nothing more. If Kenzie wanted to date other people, or have sex with them, or whatever... Ack! Jered grumbled to himself, stopping his train wreck of a thought process while he was ahead. Stooping over the fridge, he fetched the materials needed to make a replica of Kenzie's drinks before hurrying back to where they sat.
Handing Kenzie his drink before sitting down, Jered promptly pushed up the frames of his glasses. "So, how is it? Living with Bailey, I mean. I haven't really talked to you about him for a while, and we aren't friends by any means so..." Jered took a sip of his drink and set it down, crossing his arms in a casual look. "I've never had to house with anyone other than you, so I wouldn't understand, I guess." Shrugging, Jered reached for his unfinished cigarette. His fingers found it easily, almost as if it was a necessity for him to have within his grasp. The feeling was so calming, almost as much as the actual smoking was. A slight smile touched his features as he lifted the stick to his lips. His red eyes gazed at nothing in particular as he took a long drag, holding it for a while before sighing, allowing the smoke to unfurl from his lips.
The pale man had to resist the strong urge to run his thin fingers through his light colored hair, closing his eyes as he sat comfortably in the silence that their friendship provided. "You know, you could always come stay with me if something didn't work out with that Bailey kid..." The offer seemed minuscule, but it mean the entire world to Jered at that moment. He caught his breath after, feeling a pang of anxiety rush through him. Why does this man have such an effect on me? Jered gave Kenzie a sideways glance, watching him as his facial features changed and his body movement continued to contort. Why do you fascinate me so? There had to be something that kept Jered so intrigued by his best friend... or possibly, it was just love. | [atrb=valign,top]words. 000 tag. Kenzie notes. --
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