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Troubled Monster Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 9:22 pm
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Um...was her foot running up his leg? That wasn't weird.....
Parker spun himself to face her fully, tearing away from her touch as a result.
"Both I guess, I dunno he's one skinny dude." He drank a little more before shrugging and giving her a sneeky look.
"I never said we had the same exact name. I just said if you wanted to know my name, you better ask someone who Spiderman really is." Parker had a pretty smug aoura now.
"Are names aren't twins or anything, but they're deffinitaly close....well my first name is at least."
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 9:34 pm
RemyReed Miller Everynight I think to myself...
We wonder why black & white photos capture our soul.
I think it's cause without color,
We aren't drawn to the makeup,
And the color of our eyes,
Or our hair,
Or how tan our skin is.
Remy moved her foot away as he moved, obviously this wasn't what he was after.
Weird.
That was a slight rejecion. She did not get rejected.
"Okay, so your names just Peter?" She raised an eyebrow, taking a bigger sip from her drink as she looked him over, actually putting thought into this.
"Or just Parker?" She took another drink, nearly finishing her martini off.
"I really hope its Parker, because Peter is a lame name," Remy smirked.
Don't mess up, he's all you've ever wanted......
Black & white captures the innocence on ones face
And the hurt they've gone through
To feel vulnerability.
The glow we see comes from the inside.
Brightening our eyes, our skin,
And our smile.
It grabs the truth that liberates us.
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Troubled Monster Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 9:57 pm
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"Hey that's not nice." For a second he actually sounded offeneded.
"What if my name was Peter?" But then again, he wans't Peter! He broke into a tiny grin...though it was more teasing.
Parker raised an eyebrow and shot Remy a pretty interesting look. "You better watch yourself because if my name was Peter you'd be paying for that drink all by yourself." He shook his head. "So judgemental of names. You better have a really cool name or like, I dunno but you better have a pretty amazing name to go around telling people their name is stupid."
Yeah!
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Posted: Mon Aug 17, 2009 10:04 pm
RemyReed Miller Everynight I think to myself...
We wonder why black & white photos capture our soul.
I think it's cause without color,
We aren't drawn to the makeup,
And the color of our eyes,
Or our hair,
Or how tan our skin is.
"Who said I was nice?" Remy smirked and finished off her drink. "Well, then I'd go find someone with a cooler name to talk to," She nudged him with her foot lightly, her eyes locking with his for a moment.
"I'm too cute to pay for it on my own, I'd just sweet talk the bartender." She winked over at the guy. "I do have a cool name silly."
Okay, so his name wasn't Peter.
"And yours isn't so bad. Parker's cute. Fitting for you." She bit her bottom lip softly. "Wanna dance?" She looked at the mostly empty bar, but there was music and enough room for dancing.
So she'd dance.
Don't mess up, he's all you've ever wanted......
Black & white captures the innocence on ones face
And the hurt they've gone through
To feel vulnerability.
The glow we see comes from the inside.
Brightening our eyes, our skin,
And our smile.
It grabs the truth that liberates us.
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Troubled Monster Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 5:42 pm
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"I doubt it. I bet you're name is something really main stream like Claire or Issy or something." Parker gave her a raised eyebrow but laughed a little as she talked about his name being cute.
"Thanks I guess." He gave her a once over, trying his best to get an idea of who she was....by appearanced.
Hmm, superficial, sterotypical, yeah. Buttttt, you could tell a lot about a person judging by what they wore.
Dance? Uh oh.
"Um, I actually don't know how." He gave her a goofy, embarassed grin and raised his shoulders up to his ears.
Poor guy had never learned.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 6:16 pm
RemyReed Miller Everynight I think to myself...
We wonder why black & white photos capture our soul.
I think it's cause without color,
We aren't drawn to the makeup,
And the color of our eyes,
Or our hair,
Or how tan our skin is.
"Maybe I'll tell you," Wait what?!
"Everyone an dance. Just others dance better then most.." Remy jumped up and grabbed his hands, pulling him onto the floor and smirking.
She stayed close to the bar, just in case she decided to get up there too. "Just put one hand here," She took his hand and placed it on her hip, "And the other here," Slow song, soo.. both hips.
Remy laughed lightly and hooked her arms around his neck. The song was about half over, then she'd get a fast song on. None of this slow s**t.
"And you just move from side to side really, its not hard." She moved closer to him as she swayed to the music.
Uhm..
Awkward.
They needed better tunes!
Don't mess up, he's all you've ever wanted......
Black & white captures the innocence on ones face
And the hurt they've gone through
To feel vulnerability.
The glow we see comes from the inside.
Brightening our eyes, our skin,
And our smile.
It grabs the truth that liberates us.
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Troubled Monster Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 7:01 pm
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He was pulled up to the floor and for a split second, the fear was evident in Parker's eyes.
His hands were on her hips before he knew it and then well, supposedly he was dancing. He really just felt like an idiot.
"Well, this is stupid." Yeah, yeah it was. He flashed her a straight smile and continued to sway as they inched in closer.
"You got me dancing though so I think you should be pretty proud---girl I still don't know the name of." Which was what is was but really, Parker was just asking her her name.
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 8:01 pm
RemyReed Miller Everynight I think to myself...
We wonder why black & white photos capture our soul.
I think it's cause without color,
We aren't drawn to the makeup,
And the color of our eyes,
Or our hair,
Or how tan our skin is.
"Oh really?" Oh, then he continued.
"I don't have some lame riddle behind my name. But if you promise me not to go running when the song changes to something more upbeat, that you're not gonna run off, okay?"
Because Remy had moves. And she was not afraid to show them off either!
"Its Remy. Remy Reed." No last names yet. They didn't know each other well enough at this point.
"Besides, it wasn't stupid because the girl you didn't know the name of, is ******** sexy as hell. Her name really shouldn't matter." The music was starting to end.
"And I think, I'll just refer to you as Spiderman...just for shits and giggles." Yeah!
"And you, should buy me another drink,"
Don't mess up, he's all you've ever wanted......
Black & white captures the innocence on ones face
And the hurt they've gone through
To feel vulnerability.
The glow we see comes from the inside.
Brightening our eyes, our skin,
And our smile.
It grabs the truth that liberates us.
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Troubled Monster Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 10:12 pm
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"Okay I promise...but I will not dance to Hannah Montana, I refuse okay." He was serious too, he didn't realize they wouldn't play Miley in a bar.....
Finally he got her name but...."Remy?" She kept talking but all he could think about was her name.
Remy, Remy as in the girl Angel's boyfriend had hooked up with?
He didn't know many Remys. It wasn't exactly a common name and Parker figured he would have known if there were a s**t load of Remys running around.
This was the girl! s**t! Did she now Jack was a ******** good for nothing b***h a** cheater? Did she knows or was she just used...which was a deffiniate possibility.
"I'll just refer to you as Spiderman...just for shits and giggles." That got him out of it. He blinked and nodded smiling slightly (a very convincing fake one) as she asked for another drink.
"I'll buy you two more drinks, but just because I like Spiderman." Yeah no, he was going to get her shitfaced so she spilled the beans on the whole Jack situation!
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Posted: Wed Aug 19, 2009 10:19 pm
RemyReed Miller Everynight I think to myself...
We wonder why black & white photos capture our soul.
I think it's cause without color,
We aren't drawn to the makeup,
And the color of our eyes,
Or our hair,
Or how tan our skin is.
"Why would they play Miley here?" Remy rolled her eyes, he seemed to be in thought but she ignored it soon thereafter.
Because he promised her two more drinks! "Sweet! What are you ******** loaded?" If he was loaded why did he walk up here?
She pulled him over to the bar and smirked. "Okie dokie Spiderman. I want a.... Hmm.. Ah hell, you order for me." New song.
Fun song.
Good girls go badddd...whoo! She loved this song! Even though that skanky ho from Gossip Girl sang in it.
Remy kicked off her shoes and climbed up on the bar, already getting a lot of attention.
From drunk guys in the bar.
Greattt.
Did Remy care? Nah, she basked in it. "Park--I mean Spiderman! Come up here with me!"
Don't mess up, he's all you've ever wanted......
Black & white captures the innocence on ones face
And the hurt they've gone through
To feel vulnerability.
The glow we see comes from the inside.
Brightening our eyes, our skin,
And our smile.
It grabs the truth that liberates us.
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Troubled Monster Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 8:29 pm
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"Loaded? No I'm just generous is all." Yeah more like modest considering he was a multimillionaire...
He stumbed behind Remy as she pulled him to the bar and all Parker could think about was the questions he was going to ask her. He needed to know this stuff, needed a great look into the cheater sitiation!
That way he could expose the douche for what he ******** was and he and Angel could finally be happy, together!
Yeah, that wasn't if life's dream or anything.
Order for her, sureeeeeee. "Can I have a cosmo, and make sure you give it an extra little kick." Fruity, yet completly alcoholic! Perfect!
Wait was she, on the counter!?
His eyes widened and Parker furiously shook his head no.
"Remy get off the counter." He snapped a reprimanding whsiper. This was embarassing...and rude and immature and attention whore-ish! There was no way he was getting on that and even better, he would make sure she got off of it!
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Posted: Thu Aug 20, 2009 8:37 pm
RemyReed Miller Everynight I think to myself...
We wonder why black & white photos capture our soul.
I think it's cause without color,
We aren't drawn to the makeup,
And the color of our eyes,
Or our hair,
Or how tan our skin is.
Remy looked down at him, not hearing the order. "Uhm, are you my daddy? No, you're not. Because you're not a Russian in Tahiti! So ******** off!" She flipped him the bird playfully but continued to dance.
"Are you embaressed? Come on! Party pooper!" She pouted as she climbed off the bar.
"You relaly suck, you know that right?" She scoffed as she sat down next to him and took her drink.
She tasted it and flashed him a glare.
"Are you trying to get me like, drunk off my feet?" Another drink. "This is a cosmo right? Thats gonna ******** me over," Another drink.
"If you're planning on having sex with me, you can forget it. I'm mad at you," Yet another drink.
Don't mess up, he's all you've ever wanted......
Black & white captures the innocence on ones face
And the hurt they've gone through
To feel vulnerability.
The glow we see comes from the inside.
Brightening our eyes, our skin,
And our smile.
It grabs the truth that liberates us.
||Oooh..i has an idear.........................................................pm me TM^^^||
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Troubled Monster Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 6:53 pm
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Um woah she was drinking like her husband had just left her for another man....
"Hey, I never said anything about sex. You made that one up okay so clearly you're the one that's trying to get in my pants."That's right Remy, keep drinking.
He leaned against the counter, beer in his hands. "So, do you know a kid named Jack by any chance?" It was deffinitaly a way to start off his plan.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 7:00 pm
RemyReed Miller Everynight I think to myself...
We wonder why black & white photos capture our soul.
I think it's cause without color,
We aren't drawn to the makeup,
And the color of our eyes,
Or our hair,
Or how tan our skin is.
"So what? The thought never crossed your mind?" Another drink.
"What am I too ugly for you? Not skinny enough? Or maybe you're into the fat chicks. Soo maybe, I'm too skinny." She didn't sound mad, quiet the opposite actually.
"Can I have another one of these? They're really good," Last drink.
"What?" She looked over at Parker, who was still looking rather hot.
"I know lots of people named Jack." Remy smiled, leaning against the bar too, but looking over at him still.
"Jack and Jill. Jack and the beanstalk. Jack The Raper. I mean Reaper," She giggled.
That drink, must've been pretty damn strong.
Don't mess up, he's all you've ever wanted......
Black & white captures the innocence on ones face
And the hurt they've gone through
To feel vulnerability.
The glow we see comes from the inside.
Brightening our eyes, our skin,
And our smile.
It grabs the truth that liberates us.
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samanthaualani Vice Captain
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Troubled Monster Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Aug 29, 2009 10:17 pm
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"No no, you're really pretty Remy, probably one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen." He was going to butter her up with compliments to keep her happy, ultimaty keeping her talking.
"I mean Jack Volonte, do you know him?" What if she did? Well he was assuming she did and he wanted her to be that girl too. Then he could expose the little d**k and make Angel like him and then everything would be perfect!
Yeah!
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