This Ain't Firewater.

going to bed because six in the morning.

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 01:13:50 -0400

thomasgray-sna:

i REALLY hate your timezones.

with the strength of a thousand burning anuses.

nini dears. see you all tomorrow.

always attractive.

good night dearie. <3

I ain’t living on my fucking knees anymore.

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 01:12:01 -0400

I ain’t living on my fucking knees anymore.

Actually gotta head to sleep for school bby. -x- Love you tho. <3

Mon, 19 Mar 2012 02:38:00 -0400

Actually gotta head to sleep for school bby. -x- Love you tho. <3

chipclayton: Fortunately Jamie Bamber has always been...

Mon, 19 Mar 2012 02:36:15 -0400

chipclayton:

Fortunately Jamie Bamber has always been gorgeous.

"Sure," Jason said as the third gulp of alcohol disappeared, he didn't ask for another, not yet. "Until others are ready to string you up by your laces and turn you into nothing but meat because you happen to be related to one of the most notorious gangsters in town. Suppose that's just to teach the son of a bitch a lesson, but really, they're just doing him a favor." His speech was faster now and the light in his eyes was bright, glimmering with humor. "You ever get into the real dirty work?"

Mon, 19 Mar 2012 02:31:46 -0400

Randy said nothing to that. He did, however, produce from nowhere, a glass of water, which he set down in front of Jason without a word, adding ice after the fact.

Keeping his face solemn and continuing to polish a glass, the bartender furrowed his brows and tossed back his unsightly-long hair—out of fashion with the times and getting into his face; in dire need of a trim. He seemed to honestly think about Jason’s question before bringing his head down, blue eyes placid and face composed.

“Yeah,” Randy said finally, poker-faced. “I used t’shovel manure.”

Laughing, the younger Gray shook his head and glanced up from beneath his fringe of dark lashes as Randy corrected him. Straightening his spine, he cringed, despite his rebellion some of those ways were still stuck in his veins. Another being forgetting to say please or thank you, though he still did, just. Sometimes it slipped his mind. "Hit me," He began anew, "Please." Saying a quick thanks, he downed the drink and licked his lips. "I just don't see why people judge me for that name."

Mon, 19 Mar 2012 02:23:09 -0400

“You might wanna slow down,” Randy noted aloud, but set the third glass down and made the first two disappear, blue eyes flickering across Jason’s face thoughtfully.

Giving a facial shrug, the Southerner wandered off to motion for his brother, standing eagerly in a corner, to remove the waste of space currently sleeping on a barstool nearby.

”Ain’t my place to judge. People get judged for a lotta things nowadays, though. Make what y’can out of it and laugh the rest away. Only way to be.”

Snorting, he muttered, "My brother is a fried sap who needs to go chase himself offa cliff, he's said many things to me, you think I give a rip?" Motioning for Randy to give him another shot with a smile and a wave of his hand, he added, "Hit me." Jason glanced to the stage at the singer, licking his lips, he slowly looked back to the man who managed to swallow his irritation and serve him drinks despite his name. "That's right, it's just a name. Not a pedigree, not a title, nothin'."

Mon, 19 Mar 2012 02:16:30 -0400

“…Almost rhymed there,” Randy pointed out, smiling slightly from the corner of his lips as he passed another glass to Jason—then paused, hand over the glass’s rim. “Where I come from, ‘please’ is a nice follow-up to that phrase,” he added lightly, then dropped the glass in front of Jason with a slosh of liquid.

“Suit yerself.”

Resting his chin in his hand, Jason smiled at Randy's reply, finding his words genuine enough, he looked down into his empty glass. "Suppose it is one of the finer," He sighed, "Establishments I've visited." Cutting his gaze up, he chuckled, "Consider me the type of guy who enjoys a challenge. Most think I'm screwy for even comin' out here, guess they're right. But I like it here. I like the atmosphere, the people even, despite how few I know. Not many others appeal to me."

Mon, 19 Mar 2012 02:02:15 -0400

At least Randy still managed to maintain his charlatan parlor tricks of friendliness and hospitality—even to bimbos who didn’t deserve them as far as their gams could carry’em. He polished his glass idly and sniffed, glancing down.

”You’re a funny ol’ bird,” Randy muttered, shrugging a shoulder once again. “If yer brother knew you were here, I’m sure he’d have a thing or two t’say to you. But you said yer name don’t matter t’you? Did I hear right?”

Downing the liquor in just a second, Jason squeezed his eyes shut at the warmth of the liquid, despite how biting the taste was, it did what he wanted. Exhaling slowly, he looked back up, "What made you come to this joint as opposed to all the other ones?" There was no motive to his questioning except for pure curiosity and friendly conversation so that the bartender would not hold on him immediately.

Mon, 19 Mar 2012 01:50:53 -0400

Rolling his eyes when his back was to Jason, Randy turned back with a somewhat shallow smile and shrugged a shoulder.

“Came for the view,” he replied without a touch of sarcasm. “It’s mighty pretty up in these parts, even with the city sproutin’ up as it goes. What’s your story? You coulda picked an easier speak to mosey into, pal.”

A wide grin brightened Jason's face and he tapped the bar in thought, "I believe I'd like a shot of whiskey, will probably want more than that, but we'll see." The day had been particularly annoying, most weekends were with family dinners and underhanded insults. Crossing his arms on the counter, he finally took a good look around and decided he actually liked it there. It wasn't as uptight or paranoia-inducing as his brother's club. "How long have you been workin' here?"

Mon, 19 Mar 2012 01:44:10 -0400

Randy debated giving Jason pure arsenic, but he figured the taste would be a give-in. He chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment before pulling away, tone flattening out to warm neutrality and the Bayou purr, as he filled up a glass with a splash of amber liquid, setting it in front of Jason with a clink and plop of ice from tongs.

“Long enough,” he said idly, walking off to get and clean a glass. He swept the rag from his waist to do so, polishing as he went.

Jaw flexing in annoyance, Jason sighed and looked up at the ceiling with a smile before telling himself just to be polite. Glancing back to Randy, he said, "I managed to get into this juicebar, didn't I? I wish to drink here. And I would prefer it if the night did not end on a low note such as being thrown out." Leaning forward, squinting, he asked, "What can I do to convince you?"

Mon, 19 Mar 2012 01:35:24 -0400

Stiffening his shoulders slightly and hitching a thumb into his belt loops, Randy pulled his trousers up marginally—then swung around to stare at Jason once more. In the right light, he could’ve been a devilishly handsome actor.

But he was in the wrong light, and he was, quite frankly, getting on Randy’s nerves.

Working his jaw and slowly leaning back against the bar, Randy asked himself what Zeb would do. Aside from shoot the obnoxious bastard, he seemed to be drawing a blank, so he smiled thinly and inquired through gritted teeth,

“What’ll it be?”

Jason tilted his head as he felt the sweep of those deep blue orbs taking a gander at the Gray that had arrived in territory he was not welcome in. Oh well, they would have to deal with him for the night. Nodding along as the rules were set down, he laughed and looked down, "If you knew me, you'd know that Gray is just a name to me, not a lifestyle like my brother has tagged. Now," He pulled out a couple dollar bills, "Skip the hooey and serve me a drink, please."

Mon, 19 Mar 2012 01:27:43 -0400

Blue eyes went cold as he was ordered around. Zeb was the only one who gave Randy orders. Other people asked nicely and hoped for the best. His lips curled a little more and the smile went tight as a strained gun spring—then dropped completely.

“Ah don’t think so, son,” he said snidely, pulling away from the bar with a scoff. “This is a respectable establishment. Don’t try’n be a big ol’ bimbo. I don’t buy it for a second, greaseball.” He jutted his chin at the door. “Maybe I ought to call our doorman down to show you out.”

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Mon, 19 Mar 2012 01:14:10 -0400

Many people wondered why Jason Gray decided to wander into the Orchard instead of into his older brother's own bar. Some people could call it rivalry, others just saw it as just plain disgust between the two of them that kept the little Gray far away. It had taken a while to even get into the speakeasy, he had to prove himself to not be his brother's spy or own little terrorist. The green eyed male wanted nothing to do with that. Going to the bar, he chimed "Some of ya finest hooch, please."

Mon, 19 Mar 2012 01:11:00 -0400

Slowly dragging his cloth across the brass surface of the bar, Randy paused when he heard the faint murmuring of the crowd die down. Or maybe the canine-esque bartender caught a whiff of something charred and rotten. Either way, blue eyes lifted from the bar and a friendly smile rested on a gently-weathered face. Rolling up one sleeve, then the other, Randy slowly but surely slouched against the bar in front of Jason with an appraising look, up and down—before widening his smile.

“We’re cut off from certain parties,” Randy drawled idly. “Don’t serve no Chinks, Cath-o-lics…” His grin turned feral.

“Or Grays. Seek yer varnish elsewhere.”

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Mon, 19 Mar 2012 01:09:49 -0400

Laurie and Jason are alive, you just can't give up hope.

Sat, 21 Jan 2012 23:21:50 -0500

Go to hell.

;A; -latches onto the other side- shhhhh. bebe no.

Sat, 21 Jan 2012 23:20:19 -0500

*punches in the face.*

just leave me alone.

;A; Do you need a hug?

Sat, 21 Jan 2012 23:20:09 -0500

Get the fuck out of my house.

Baby, sshhh. It's okay. It's all gonna work out just fine.

Sat, 21 Jan 2012 23:20:02 -0500

I SAID FUCK OFF!

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Sat, 21 Jan 2012 23:19:12 -0500