Post by DALLAS HARVEY on Dec 31, 2011 12:32:11 GMT -5
[cs=2][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border-left: 15px solid #000000; height: 520px, bTable][style=border: 5px solid #000000; margin-left: -3px; width: 100px; height: 100px; float:left;] [/style][style= font: 20pt georgia; color: #111111; letter-spacing: -4px; line-height: 25px;]YOU TRY TO RIP ME BUT I DON'T TEAR AND I DON'T CARE [/style][STYLE= margin-left: -3px; font: 7pt tahoma; line-height: 11px; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; color: #eeeeee; text-transform: lowercase; background-color: #111111; height: 300px; overflow: auto; padding: 10px; border: 3px solid #000000; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px]It had not been a good day for Dallas Curtis Winston Harvey. First, he had had to work double shifts at his job at Margarita’s, which usually wouldn’t have been a problem. He loved his job. He loved to sing and play his guitar. But it was going to be the night he was going to propose to his girlfriend, who gave him a call 20 minutes before he got off work saying they were never going to work out and some other shit about how her ranger duties came before him and something else that he had been too busy trying to crush the phone into itty bitty little pieces to hear. And to top it all off, he was apparently due in court next week thanks to some total dumbshit who decided to get his sorry ass into a bar fight exactly one minute before Dallas got to go home and wallow in his self-pity. Fuck the world. He hated people. Growling, the black-clad blonde slid into the poorly cushioned barstool and slid a wad of crumpled up bills over the counter to the bar tender. ”Gimmie a beer, fuckass. And make it cold.” Dallas was seldom a big drinker. In fact, after he and Cherry had become a thing, he hadn’t drank, or smoked, or done, well, anything, really. But tonight, he was gonna go all out. He was gonna be the life of the party, like he always had been, and he was gonna get as drunk as a fucking skunk. Drumming his fingers on the marble counter, Dallas grinned at the bartender, already feeling the effects of the alcohol. ”Hey bro, where’s the fucking beer? You gonna give it to me or fucking what?” The bartender smirked at him, clearly enjoying the conversation, and placed the money carefully back on the table. ”Sir, I’m afraid you have nowhere near enough money, even for a cheap beer. So kindly get your ass off that seat and get the hell out of here. We have paying customers to serve.” Reluctantly, the muscular male stood up and made his way to the door, staring the giddy bartender down from behind his shades as he went. People were fucking stupid sometimes. Clearly annoyed, Dallas made his way to the only place he could think. Ah, the huge bridge that snaked its way through the city, illuminated by the night sky. No one could kick him out here, could tell him to leave, could tell break up with him, could tell him he was broke as he knew he was, fuck, no one could make him do – ”Excuse me, sir, the city has requested that I clean this section of the bridge. We’re going to have to ask you to leave.” The angsty blonde’s thoughts were cut short by the nasly voice of a passing custodian. And that was when he lost it. Whirling on his heel, Dallas whipped off his sunglasses, revealing the glare in his blood red eyes. Even still, a number of minutes later, the young blonde found himself wandering aimlessly through the streets of Sunyshore. Yeah. It really hadn’t been a good day. [/style] [style=background-color: #111111; border: 5px solid #000000; font: 7pt courier; text-transform: uppercase; width: 345px; color: #ACACAC; margin-left: -3px; -moz-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -o-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px; border-radius: 0px 30px 30px 0px;]words 500 + :: tags open :: notes irdk :: made by prism![/style] |