Post by leon emerson delcambre on Aug 2, 2011 5:40:10 GMT -4
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 380px; background-color:#E3E3E3; border-left: 3px solid #331E13; border-right: 3px solid #331E13;] just one night, couldn't be so wrong |
tour bus parties were absolutely filthy - in every sense of the word. they were rowdy, cramped, rambunctious, sweaty, and all so forgettable considering the amount of alcohol consumed.
they didn't offer the best sort of conditions, what with people being all sweaty and dirty and there being no room and shit, but fuck were they some of the best damn parties. everyone just seemed to be on some body high. whether it was from downing something synthetic, or something as simple as playing for a massive crowd of fans, everyone seemed to be happy. at least happy enough to wallow in the alcohol that poured out of these buses. alcohol had that affect on people in general. which was why it didn't matter where or who was throwing the party, leon delcambre made sure he was there. not only was there free booze, but it didn't hurt that the place was guaranteed to be swarming with more than willing and drunk groupies. leon had no shame, but hey, that wasn't anything new.
after the day's shows had wrapped up, everyone had dispersed to their respective buses. for the most part, the majority of bands were settling in for the night. for others, like leon himself, the night was just getting started. it was the cliche of party all fucking night until he's seeing triple, but it was his favorite cliche of them all. because said cliche meant not being sober, fucking, and passing out stone cold drunk at some random ass pittstop.
not like he had anything better to do either way. leon had been lounging about in the band's bus when word had spread like wildfire that some band, the name of which leon couldn't be bothered to remember, was throwing a party, and the steady stream of texts eventually led leon to decide that fuck yeah, he needed to go. he wasn't one for mopping about the bus aimlessly anyways. he hated not doing anything, or anyone for that matter.
stepping out of the bus, he made his way towards the other that was only a couple of lots down. he gave a casual wave here or there to those whom he knew or those whom recognized him, but leon wasn't one for small talk. he rather avoid that all together. which was evident in the manner in which he carried himself. body language and all. nothing or rather no one, was going to get between him and his alcohol.
he knew he'd found the right place simply by the look of things. from the amount of people littering the area it was obvious he hadn't been the only one to receive an invite. the music was pouring out of the bus windows at full blast, tainting the once silent night. friends formed semi-circles, passing beer amongst one another, couples kept to themselves, and everyone else just did whatever the hell they felt like doing.
leon had found himself in the first type - amongst acquaintances. the mindless chatter of tour news was bearable but only because he was already on his second beer. thank god for alcohol.
he leaned against the smooth metal of the bus, cigarette perched casually between calloused fingers. sometime between talking about tour with some mates and grabbing a third beer, a couple of girls had come up to their small group. as luck would have it, the chatter began. he watched with half-lidded eyes as the blonde tart in front of him babbled on nonsensically about something concerning some "like douchebag oh my god". he nodded nonchalantly, giving her all the signs that he was aptly paying attention, when in fact, that was the last thing he was doing. "yeah, babe." he merely grunted before taking a swig of the beer he'd been cradling in his other hand. what number was this one? he had lost count.
it was this bullshit he hated dealing with the most though. feigned interest, but dammit, he could never get himself. he had the misfortune of always going for the damn girl who just had to tell him her entire fucking life story.
she placed a manicured hand on his forearm, and he really just wasn't feeling it. he strategically moved his arm, watching in delight as she, in her dim-witted confusion, pulled back. he wasn't nearly as fucked up as he needed to be to do this chick.
"if you'll excuse me, gotta catch up with my mates, alright?" he said casually as he thumbed a strand of her hair behind her ear. "we'll catch up later," he continued as he made his way towards the bus and away from her. he couldn't help but snort to himself. he was never going to see the bint again. that, and he obviously had no idea in hell where his band mates were, but anything to get himself out of that situation. flicking his cigarette to the concrete, casually stepping on it with a boot clad foot, he decided maybe inside he would fair better, especially since the weather was a bit unbearable outside.
even in goddamn bus though, the heat was inescapable. ir clung to him like a second skin. even more so there than he had surmised originally. it felt like more people were packed in the shrinking bus then there were people outside.
they were everywhere. behind him, next to him, in corners, dancing, albeit awkwardly because of lack of space, but more than a few people had found out about this little shindig.
cups were strewn throughout, some spilling over, the amber beer escaping, others simply smashed carelessly against the ground. this was obviously a party.
dumping the empty glass bottle he'd been cradling earlier onto the counter, leon grabbed another. it was the least he could do to keep cool. that and his vision was way too focused and his buzz too low low low.
now all he needed was some company and this night would mean success by his standards.
they didn't offer the best sort of conditions, what with people being all sweaty and dirty and there being no room and shit, but fuck were they some of the best damn parties. everyone just seemed to be on some body high. whether it was from downing something synthetic, or something as simple as playing for a massive crowd of fans, everyone seemed to be happy. at least happy enough to wallow in the alcohol that poured out of these buses. alcohol had that affect on people in general. which was why it didn't matter where or who was throwing the party, leon delcambre made sure he was there. not only was there free booze, but it didn't hurt that the place was guaranteed to be swarming with more than willing and drunk groupies. leon had no shame, but hey, that wasn't anything new.
after the day's shows had wrapped up, everyone had dispersed to their respective buses. for the most part, the majority of bands were settling in for the night. for others, like leon himself, the night was just getting started. it was the cliche of party all fucking night until he's seeing triple, but it was his favorite cliche of them all. because said cliche meant not being sober, fucking, and passing out stone cold drunk at some random ass pittstop.
not like he had anything better to do either way. leon had been lounging about in the band's bus when word had spread like wildfire that some band, the name of which leon couldn't be bothered to remember, was throwing a party, and the steady stream of texts eventually led leon to decide that fuck yeah, he needed to go. he wasn't one for mopping about the bus aimlessly anyways. he hated not doing anything, or anyone for that matter.
stepping out of the bus, he made his way towards the other that was only a couple of lots down. he gave a casual wave here or there to those whom he knew or those whom recognized him, but leon wasn't one for small talk. he rather avoid that all together. which was evident in the manner in which he carried himself. body language and all. nothing or rather no one, was going to get between him and his alcohol.
he knew he'd found the right place simply by the look of things. from the amount of people littering the area it was obvious he hadn't been the only one to receive an invite. the music was pouring out of the bus windows at full blast, tainting the once silent night. friends formed semi-circles, passing beer amongst one another, couples kept to themselves, and everyone else just did whatever the hell they felt like doing.
leon had found himself in the first type - amongst acquaintances. the mindless chatter of tour news was bearable but only because he was already on his second beer. thank god for alcohol.
he leaned against the smooth metal of the bus, cigarette perched casually between calloused fingers. sometime between talking about tour with some mates and grabbing a third beer, a couple of girls had come up to their small group. as luck would have it, the chatter began. he watched with half-lidded eyes as the blonde tart in front of him babbled on nonsensically about something concerning some "like douchebag oh my god". he nodded nonchalantly, giving her all the signs that he was aptly paying attention, when in fact, that was the last thing he was doing. "yeah, babe." he merely grunted before taking a swig of the beer he'd been cradling in his other hand. what number was this one? he had lost count.
it was this bullshit he hated dealing with the most though. feigned interest, but dammit, he could never get himself. he had the misfortune of always going for the damn girl who just had to tell him her entire fucking life story.
she placed a manicured hand on his forearm, and he really just wasn't feeling it. he strategically moved his arm, watching in delight as she, in her dim-witted confusion, pulled back. he wasn't nearly as fucked up as he needed to be to do this chick.
"if you'll excuse me, gotta catch up with my mates, alright?" he said casually as he thumbed a strand of her hair behind her ear. "we'll catch up later," he continued as he made his way towards the bus and away from her. he couldn't help but snort to himself. he was never going to see the bint again. that, and he obviously had no idea in hell where his band mates were, but anything to get himself out of that situation. flicking his cigarette to the concrete, casually stepping on it with a boot clad foot, he decided maybe inside he would fair better, especially since the weather was a bit unbearable outside.
even in goddamn bus though, the heat was inescapable. ir clung to him like a second skin. even more so there than he had surmised originally. it felt like more people were packed in the shrinking bus then there were people outside.
they were everywhere. behind him, next to him, in corners, dancing, albeit awkwardly because of lack of space, but more than a few people had found out about this little shindig.
cups were strewn throughout, some spilling over, the amber beer escaping, others simply smashed carelessly against the ground. this was obviously a party.
dumping the empty glass bottle he'd been cradling earlier onto the counter, leon grabbed another. it was the least he could do to keep cool. that and his vision was way too focused and his buzz too low low low.
now all he needed was some company and this night would mean success by his standards.
TAGGED: for tati as the lovely ramsey victoria WORD COUNT: 1,000 NOTES: ugh omg this is so awful and rambly! so sorry, ily, and il these two!
i love brooklyn from caution !!!
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