Reality Check ((Addie))
Nov 21, 2008 13:48:21 GMT -5
Post by Milo Parker on Nov 21, 2008 13:48:21 GMT -5
Milo made his way into the Hurricane, glad - and slightly surprised - that for once he hadn't had to wait in line. He knew that he wasn't in the best of shapes at the moment, not properly groomed or looking all that great either, he knew that he'd looked better plenty of times in the past. Still, apparently he looked good enough to get in without having to stand behind a bunch of other people first, which was good because he just wanted to drink. It'd been two days ago - or have it been three now? He couldn't remember, but it didn't matter. All he knew was that after he'd hung up on Taylor he'd gone and gotten himself two pretty big bottles of Vodka and then a hotel room. He'd paced himself - sort of - on the amount that he'd drank. He'd finished off an entire bottle before he'd passed out. Then the next morning... wait, had it been morning? Maybe... either way, he'd woke up sick and hungry and got himself some room service before he passed out again. And then woke up and repeated the entire process again. And now he was sometime later.
He pushed himself through the crowds of people on the dance floor, working himself over toward the bar. A few familiar faces stood out in the crowd, but he didn't want to stop and talk to anyone. If he had wanted to talk, he'd have made himself available. He thought back to his phone, still laying on his bed. he should have thought to turn it off. He felt slightly bad for Zach, knowing that Addie would probably call to yell at him a few times and he hoped that the freshman wasn't there to hear the phone ring. Because on top of the ring tone for Addie being extremely long, it was also extremely loud and annoying and hearing it once was enough for anyone to want to answer the phone. It was times like now that he spent a good deal of time wishing that Addie just wouldn't care about him, it would just make it so much easier for him if she didn't care. Just like it would make it easier if Taylor decided to hate him now. If she hated him, then slowly he would grow to hate her too and all the stupid feelings that had been badgering him for the last two - three? - days would just go away and he wouldn't have to worry about it anymore. Though, he didn't like the thought of Taylor hating him. But she should have. Hell, he'd deserve her to hate him. More than deserve it even.
He tried to shake his head clear of the thoughts, sitting at the var and turning to the bartender. He ordered himself a drink and stared ahead as he waited. It was weird, as much as he it was supposed to have all been his anger at his father, there was still a big part of him that was angry with himself. Angry for screwing things up with Taylor and wishing that he hadn't. He growled inwardly in frustration at himself, this was about his father, not him. He turned slightly as something caught his eye in his side vision. He turned slightly and took in the girl that had just sat down next to him. She had a dress that showed off her body quite nicely, that much he would admit and she was giving him a flirty smile. He realized that if he wanted he could have this girl, that he was still Milo Parker. Though as he looked at her in her skimpy dress with her brightly dyed hair, excessive make-up and bright blue eyes he realized that he didn't want this girl. He didn't want her because she wasn't fair skinned, and she didn't have brown hair, or brown eyes, because she wasn't a dancer, because she wouldn't make him wait... because she wasn't the girl that he'd fallen in love with. He sighed and turned away from her, grabbing his drink and downing it. Life sucked.