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Post by SAMIRA DINA ROYALE on Nov 22, 2012 20:48:38 GMT -4
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yooo here it is
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She was obliterated. Mira normally really didn't get so drunk. But as of lately, she just felt like it was a good time for her. Plus, she had a baby sitter for Milo and it didn't seem to be a problem. She would easily wake up the next day and that would be that. No problem really, well to her at least. She didn't know how Milo saw it. She worried sometimes, about how her son saw her when she stumbled on the bus drunk. This was why she was at a hotel, sending texts to people to join in her on the road to hell or whatever her drunken mind had came up with. To be honest Mira just needed someone to hang out with and if it was a male then hey that would be nice.
Sitting at the bar, the female started to twirl her hair. Her hand wrapped around the glass filled with all sorts of alcohol. She took a sip as the burn that had once been there in the beginning disappeared. She stopped caring about how the alcohol felt and cared about how it affected her and it seemed to be doing his job. Running a hand through her hair again, she pushed it to the side and out of her eyes as she sighed, finishing the drink and placing the glass on the bar and waving for another one.
Mira got the doubtful look from the bartender and raised her eyebrow. "Just get me a fucking refill and I'll pay extra if you keep your goddamn mouth shut." Her thick Italian accent had made the words a bit well hard to comprehend. But the man just shrugged her shoulders and set a new glass down as Mirasifted through the money she had and placed another twenty on the table, hopefully to cover the next three drinks for her.
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Post by travis noah michaels on Dec 9, 2012 18:09:18 GMT -4
 [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; height: 284px; background-image: url(http://i473.photobucket.com/albums/rr91/lithiumgraphics/travisposttempmiddle.png); border: 0px # solid;][/style]Travis was always down for a good party. He often partied too much and lacked any sort of responsibility. Thanks to his ex-girlfriend, Travis hardly ever saw his son, Aaron. It was hard knowing that the young boy was going to grow up with someone else as his father, but Travis couldn’t really do anything about it. The courts probably wouldn’t be in his favor due to his choice of occupation and his constant touring that made him “unstable.” They couldn’t be any further from the truth. When it came to his boy, Travis was probably the most responsible one in the room. He always took care of Aaron when he was permitted and paid twice as much support than he was required. It was just unfortunate that he wasn’t allowed to see him as much as he would have liked. Travis thought about all the things he was missing: birthdays, holidays, milestones. Honestly, he would rather not think about it.
So when Mira drunk text him and invited him to hang out, Trav was more than happy to fill the position of party buddy. After changing his clothes, Travis looked himself over in the mirror to obtain approval. He looked pretty good considering this was a last minute thing and he didn’t have all that much time to get ready. Grabbing his phone and his keys, Trav left his room behind and went downstairs of the hotel to the bar.
It wasn’t before long that he saw Mira sitting at the bar, being somewhat sloppy yet composed at the same time. God knows how many drinks she had before he got there. He smirked, regardless, happy to see his friend and manager. Hey there pretty girl. Trav wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed the side of her head. Hitting it hard tonight, are we? Even for Travis, it looked like she had a lot. He sat down next to her and motioned to the bartender. The guy seemed to be put a little at ease now that Travis was going to take care of Mira to make sure things weren’t going to get out of hand. He ordered a bourbon and turned his attention back to her. Starting the party without me? I’m upset. He fake pouted as he took a sip of his drink.
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