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 Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 5:23 pm
He raised a brow and turned away from the other. He didn't have a phone in the bedroom but there was one out on a table in the living room. "I believe it's at least a few years for possession, plus however many they tack onto that for taking it." He headed toward the door to find the phone.
He wouldn't really call the police, there was too much at his bar they could find upon searching it, but Demy didn't have to know that.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 5:30 pm
 "Lou!!! Come back!!!"Okay screw it. Begging was game if it kept Lou from calling the police. The youth was squirming wildly again, desperate to get the other's attention away from the phone. "Years?! Lou d-d-don't! You know I w-wouldn't make it in t-there!"He wasn't, afterall, very intimidating at all. Small in both height and weight, and rather pretty, it wouldn't take long for Demy to get snagged and designated as someone's jailcell b***h.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 5:44 pm
"You'd last perfectly. Someone would make your their b***h in less than a day." He picked up the phone, making sure that Demy would hear it, and grinned. "Though in there if you smarted off like you do to me you'd end up missing bits of yourself."
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 5:48 pm
"Y-yeah but they don't have to play n-nice! I don't want to g-g-get KILLED!"Demy whined pitifully as he heard the phone get picked up. "LOU!!! Cmon man, you don't want to send me there! P-please?!"
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 6:03 pm
"It sounds like you're the one who doesn't want to go there." He didn't have to play nice either. He just had since Demy hadn't done anything like this before.
"So far it seems like it's benifitial to me to send you there. After all you're just going to continue aren't you?"
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 6:09 pm
"Of COURSE I don't want to go there! W-who the hell w-wants to go to jail?!"The handcuffs clanked as Demy continued to struggle against his restraints. "It...it f-felt good Lou...p-please don't c-call the cops though! Cmon man, I w-wasn't trying to g-get you in trouble...you know I w-wouldn't do that!"
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 6:14 pm
He tossed the phone in his hand just as he would a bottle as he made his way back into his room. "Felt good? The way you were screaming? Doubtful." It may have made his brain feel good but those things could leave lasting mental scars.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 6:20 pm
"It d-did for a while........I was s-screaming?"Demy blinked at the bartender as he walked back into the room. Giving a little whine the guitarist flattened his ears submissively and gave the other his best pleading look. Maybe if he just looked cute Lou would forgive him....maybe.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 6:54 pm
"You were." He nodded. "LSD will do that to you. I don't think i've seen anyone who wasn't clinically afraid of elevators act the way you did." It had been slightly amusing if only for the fact that it was Demy cowering in the corner.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 7:06 pm
"...you've met someone afraid of elevators?.....Wait....I was screaming in an -elevator-?"Demy could recall being incredibly afraid at points during his drug induced trip, but with how distorted everything was he didn't remember getting into an elevator. "I'm...s-sorry..."The youth kept his ears flat and eyes pleading, still unaware that Lou really had no intentions of actually calling the police.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 7:49 pm
"Yes, and you were." He nodded as he hefted the phone. "In my bar, in my elevator, and in here too." He grinned. "Could have gotten the neighbors attention and then where would i be?"
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 7:57 pm
"Mmrph..."Demy didn't know what to say. He had already apologized, and was as submissive as he could get, especially given his current situation regarding the handcuffs and the bed. Heaving a sigh the rockstar tried to slide into a more comfortable position on the bed.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 7:59 pm
He set the phone down and leaned over the smaller audio. "Do not lie to me Demy. Ever again." He would toss the rocker out on his ear nex ttime. "And if i find out you've taken more drugs i will not hesitate to throw your a** in jail"
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2007 8:02 pm
"Yes sir...."Demy sounded miserable, if only for the fact he -knew- eventually he'd want to feel that feeling again... Mmrph, he'd just have to find something else to occupy his mind with that Lou agreed with. ...Or sneak out and not let the bartender find out what he was doing. He wouldn't push that option now though, not so soon after he had majorly screwed up.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 5:27 pm
He knew Demy was still lying to him. The youngster would try again and again until he actually got ******** up by the drugs. It would almost be worth it to let the rocker do so and see what happened to him.
"Now ... what are you going to do to make up for this little transgression?"
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