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Post by JONATHAN AVERY HILL on Apr 25, 2010 11:11:11 GMT -5
 Jon glanced around the busy club. This wasnt his first time being in a club, but this was his first time being in a club on this side of chicago. He'd been hesitant for a while, normally he didnt do this scene. It wasnt that he thought he was too good for it or anything like that, he just wasnt this big club party goer. He sipped at the beer in his hand. People would probably be surprised to see this picture, but its not as if Jon has never had a beer before. He has, he just only has one or two and thats it and its very rare that he does it. Jon just figured he was in the scene, might as well. He was looking for something to loosen him up. Hed just gotten a phone call that his dad took another bad turn. It had been too late to go anywhere that he could work it out with. He had taken a shower, but even that didnt settle him.
Jon wasnt sure if he would go past this one beer. He didnt exactly know his alcohol tolerance, but he was sure it wasnt very high considering how little he drank. He sighed his eyes going down to the beer bottle as he watched the bits of condensation slide down its side. He used the napkin to wipe at it. It didnt exactly dry off the counter, more soaked up most of it and smeared the rest.
He glanced over beside him, some smooth talker was hitting on the woman whod been there. He knew nothing would happen she had a boyfriend. He'd just left probably to use the facilities. He was waiting for her to turn him down but instead she was taking his offer. He heard her say that when she got back she would just tell him she had gone to the bathroom as well. Jon frowned at this and looked up as the two got up from the stools, the mans arm around her petite waist, fingers already sliding down to grope her bottom.
He knew that the world wasnt perfect and he knew that things like that happened, its not as if he had been completely saved from any of that, but sometimes he got stuck into his mothers ideals or his parents relationship and when things like that actually did happen, he felt like he was some naive boy who still knew nothing about the real world. In truth he would love a relationship like his parents, but at the same time he wasnt so sure he was even cut out for that. He wasnt exactly sure what was in his cards, what was in store for his future. He was only twenty-eight, but as his mom said he wasnt getting any younger and thirty was right around the corner.
Can I buy you a drink? a sultry voice said. He looked up to see a pretty brunette, much too much lipstick and eye shadow on. He was sure if she had toned it down she could have made her self even more attractive. Sometimes more was not better. Her cliche little black dress clung to her body like a second skin and she looked like she might have an eating disorder. Bones were far too prominent in areas they shouldnt be. He frowned. This woman either just had those kinds of genes or she had image issues. He didnt understand why though.. she really was attractive.
no, but I'll buy you one. he told her. He hadnt thought that maybe that would leave it open for her to think he was accepting her interest. Jon just didnt want to turn her drink down and make her personal issues worse. rejection of any kind can hurt a lot. Besides a man should be buying drinks for a woman not the other way around.
The woman stayed for about a half hour, talking to jon. He just nodded and offered a few smiles. He didnt really need to say anything she was covering all of that. Every once and while she would touch his arm, or brush his hair back making comments of his hair. She felt his arm and then his chest talking about how fit he was. She tried quite a few flirting techniques, but none of them seemed to get any kind of reaction from jon that she wanted. She tried one last time and when he still didnt make a move on her she gave up, making up some excuse and thanking him for the drink before leaving.
Jonathan honestly had been oblivious to what she was doing. Of course hed been a bit uncomfortable through out the conversation. Her need to touch him and make comments about him had kept him silent with more reason then just that he didnt have anything to offer to the conversation. He rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks were warming from the pink tint there and often times he sat there playing with his ear. He avoided eye contact with her and when she finally left he let out a sigh of relief. He felt bad for being glad she was gone, but really he wasnt sure how he would have told her that she might need to lay off the drinks or something without hurting her feelings.
Jon went to take a drink and realized it was empty. He ordered another. After this one, he told himself, after this one he would change to water. He turned back around, keeping his back to the crowd. Maybe he looked to open to people. But he was at a club, that was the point right? He leaned back again. But... no no.. he wasnt going to be a prude at a club. He kept himself leaned back some so he looked like he was approachable. He just hoped it was someone less drunk and touching him every two seconds.
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Post by BRADLEY WADE GLENN on Apr 27, 2010 18:22:58 GMT -5
It had been weeks since Bradley had step foot into a club. After the Svetlana thing he hadn't been able to really enjoy the thought of a club. Bradley had been in sort of a funk. Everyone knew or thought they knew about what was going on. The truth was that they didn't know anything. They didn't know that Bradley was only giving Svetlana moral support. He listened to her because no one else would. Everyone else... the other teachers... they were afraid of her or just paid her no mind. Bradley didn't think that anyone should just be disregarded like that. Of course he had never expected that he would be painted into the corner that he had been painted into. The gossip was beginning to get on his nerves. NO ONE KNEW. No one was in his shoes. Bradley didn't like things being decided for him... especially not something like this.
Bradley sat in his room on the foot of his bed. He held yet another issue of Rolling Stone in his hands. The magazine was curled up tightly in his hands and his eyes were cast downward. Finally Bradley sighed, letting the magazine roll open again. Once again there was a cover piece on Second Revelation, the group that insisted on stealing his hard work. This time the group didn't have a hit song. It was a different article... one about romance... marriage. Bradley stared at the bright, smiling face of a black-haired woman. Her face was pale and he could tell the years had worn on her. She had smooth skin except for the lightly wrinkled areas around her eyes... laugh lines. Bradley smoothed his thumb over the picture, tracing over the woman's pale blue eyes. Finally his eyes focused on the name printed next to the woman... Alicia.
The article was all about the marriage of Joel DeLuca and Alicia Black-DeLuca. Bradley wanted to throw up. The deep anger in the pit of his stomach was intense and almost to the point of being plain volatile. Bradley licked his lips and sighed. The article had read that the two had been married ten years ago... the same year that Bradley had begun teaching at Lincoln. They had three kids the ages of 7, 5, and 3. It took all he had not to throw the magazine in a fire somewhere. The article had also mentioned that the two had renewed their vowels at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Joel had sung to Alicia a song he had written for her... or rather Bradley had written for her years ago. Bradley felt himself break. For so long he had held on to the idea of Alicia... he had held her in his heart and he had held the music she was made of there.
Bradley stood, clutching the magazine once more. He needed a drink. For too long he had given up drinking hard alcohol, but he figured that tonight he needed to kick it up a notch. Bradley grabbed his leather jacket and slipped it on, zipping it over his black button-up shirt. Bradley grabbed the key for his motorcycle and headed out. He walked briskly toward the motorcycle that was position right outside his door. After cranking the motorcycle and switching gears Bradley was off. When he pulled up to the club he parked his cycle and made his way inside. It was realtively crowded. There weren't as many people dancing as there usually was, but that was okay with him. Bradley wasn't a good dancer. He used to say that he danced like he was shot in the leg. That had been something that Alicia had come up with. God... the name even burned a hole in his heart.
Bradley made his way over to the bar. He noticed a familiar form as he neared it. Luckily there was an empty seat. Bradley took the empty seat beside his co-worker. Bradley motioned the bartender over. He frowned, Hey, Tom, long time no see. Bradley said, forcing a slight smile. I'll take a White Russian... no maybe not... god... ugh... maybe get me some 1800 and could you burn this by any chance? Bradley placed the magazine flat on the bar and pushed it toward the bartender. The picture burned his eyes yet again. The woman in her white dress and the rocker behind her, tattooed arm wrapped around her. Bradley sneered as he looked at the picture. Thanks, Tom. Bradley said as the bartender took the magazine before supplying a shot of 1800 in front of Bradley.
Bradley glanced toward Jonathan nodding to him, Hey, there. What brings you here? He asked conversationally. Jonathan was probably one of the cooler people that Bradley had met. Bradley just hopped that Jonathan's opinion of him hadn't been tainted by the rumors that had been floating around.
■ T A G G E D ■ JONATHAN AVERY HILL
■ W O R D S ■ 0 8 2 9
■ L Y R I C S ■ PRETTY MELODY BY BUTCH WALKER
■ N O T E S ■ SORRY IF IT'S A LITTLE CRAPPY xD
■ C R E D I T ■ BROOKE FROM CAUTION
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Post by JONATHAN AVERY HILL on May 2, 2010 22:46:32 GMT -5
Jon took another drink of his beer. The song from some local band that was up there, was very up beat. Definitely not what his own mood was like, but he bobbed his head to the beat. Maybe it would help make him feel a little better. He sighed and looked down at the counter top. He was debating seeing if he couldn’t take off a few days earlier and just head down there this weekend. Normally he went every other or whenever he could and he didn’t really like thinking that he wanst down there right now.
Jon really needed to just stop thinking about it. He couldn’t do anything about it right now and dwelling wasn’t much better.
He remembered then that he was trying to keep himself open. He leaned back yet again so he wasn’t slumped forward as if trying to block everything out. He really needed to be careful about the signs he was putting out there. He rubbed his thumb over the condensation on the bottle and then wiped it on the provided napkin that the bartender had set under the bottle.
A voice beside him had him turning his head and he raised his brow, unable to help the smile that came to his lips. So far out of everyone at the school Bradley had been the only one that seemed to actually genuinely not mind him. He could even think he considered them to have a friendship even if it might just be professional. Then again Bradley was talking to him outside of school so… maybe not just professional.
Jon shrugged. I have no idea. he laughed lightly. guess I just thought id see what the night life was like around this way. he told him. what about you? he asked. Bradley didn’t look like he was too happy at the moment and he wondered what was troubling him. He really would like to have a friend outside of work, someone he could talk to and hang out with, relax with. Bradley was just… he was intriguing. There was obviously a lot about the guy and he knew none of it would be boring. He would be lying if he said he didn’t want to know any of it. He wasn’t nosy though, but maybe over time hed open up to him and Jonathan would get to hear all of his stories.
Jonathan took another drink. He was nursing his beer, taking little baby sips. He really just kind of wanted to take a significant drink, but the beer actually tasted pretty good and he had already had one full one. He didn’t want to chance letting himself drink too much especially with the way he was feeling tonight.
The beat of the music changed and now it almost had a techno sound to it. He turned to his attention towards the dance floor. It was funny how kids danced now a days. Not tha the was really that old, but he still got a kick out of it. Especially slow dances. There was no point in waltzes or two steps or anything of the sort. They didn’t even use proper hand spots, it had all evolved to arms around neck hands on waist and swaying from side to side in a circle pretty much. It was easy as hell anyone could do it now. Only the professionals did the real moves. Brad was actually glad it was that simple, even though he wasn’t a dancer, but still if he met someone that liked to dance there wasn’t too much pressure to it.
Jonathan looked back over to Bradley and he found his eyes moving over him without realizing it. He looked really nice tonight. The shirt he wore the color of it seemed to fit his coloring well and he liked the way his hair was. He ididnt look much father down so he wasn’t sure if he was wearing jeans or something, but what he could see was over all very .. Attractive. He blinked and looked away this time taking a big drink. What was that?
Jon really shouldn’t have even thought that. Bradley was his co-worker and someone he was trying to befriend. He had no right to oggle him. Jonathan knew he was attracted to guys as well, but it wasn’t often that he found himself looking at them. Just once and awhile and he was still coming to terms with this. So the fact that he was doing it to his co -worker had him coloring a bit. He really hoped Bradley hadn’t noticed. And if he did… and said something for some reason Jonathan would just tell him he was just…. Noticing the shirt. Maybe it looked familiar. IT was a nice shirt. It showed off his…
.. No no no no! Jonathan gave a small shake of his head and inwardly sighed looking to Bradley again as he waited for his response. That was if he hadn’t completely embarrassed himself and Bradley still wanted to talk to him. Go figure it would be his luck if it went against his favor right now. He really needed to not be so negative about this. He put on a small friendly smile. Maybe that would cover up for it.
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