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Post by ADA EDITH ROWLAND on Jul 2, 2012 9:24:30 GMT
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Ada was content with most things in her life. Her job, family and appearance may not always agree with her desires, but it was never anything major. Her father constantly tried to set her up with billionaires, often ten to fifteen years her senior. While his persistence was admirable, she never enjoyed the men he picked. Truthfully, she was happy to be single. Mostly. Of course, every girl dreams of a fairy tale life, with a prince charming and a glass slipper. Ada already considered herself a princess, and had plenty of shoes that made it feel like she was stepping on glass. This left the prince charming, but she was quite content to wait patiently and wait for him to find her. Maybe she already found him- No, she couldn't think like that.
Where there was Ada, there was Seb. It seemed there was never one without the other, it just always was. They both came from wealthy families, and Ada's best friends was Seb's little sister. They practically grew up neighbors, for gods sake! She adored him in a the most loathsome of ways. As children, he had taunted her relentlessly, pulling her pig tails and prodding her with sticks. It drove her crazy. No matter how many times she told, he always continued. The males in her life were always very stubborn. For as long as she could remember, though, Ada had crushed on him, and it crushed her on more than one occasion.
that stupid boy, making a fool out of me! She'd thought to herself pretty much for twenty years straight. But she could never shake him. or the tidalwave of feelings he brought. with him. She hated it.
After a particularly long day of meetings, Ada found herself quite frazzled and in need of a drink. Or two. Or six. She left her car at her fathers firm, taking a cab to a popular pub conveniently close. Stepping out of the cab, she decided to get hammered, in all of her posh glory. It was all a bit of a blur after that. Next thing she knew, she was sitting alone in a booth, staring into the soul of an empty martini glass. It was frowning at her, and she frowned back. It really was a sight to see. She decided the glass was much too empty, and stood. Of course, her balance was shot, and she teetered instantly. A shoulder collided with her very being, and she knocked back into her booth.
"It appears i have fallen, and i am quite intoxicated."She slurred only slightly, looking up at the figure above her. Unsure of what else to do, she waved her fingers at the male as a sort of hello and propped herself up. Then she realized who it was, and Drunk Ada could only saw one thing.
"Oh.. fuck.."
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 [/center] W O R D S * a lot ;;
T H O U G H T S * yay <3;;
M U S I C * sum 41 ;;
T A G G E D * Seb ;;
W E A R I N G *later ;;
C R E D I T S * adele's chasing pavements ;; |
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Post by SEBASTIAN ULYSSES ABERCROMBIE on Jul 2, 2012 23:50:17 GMT
 -----------------------------------------[/color] There was something he was supposed to be doing at that moment but he couldn’t remember…it was important he did remember that fact. Sebastian finished the last of the pixie sticks he had bought and frowned a little bit. Pixie sticks were his favorite kind of candy, he was happy that despite the fact that he had grown up, that small detail hadn’t changed. He looked over at the clock on the night stand, 5:30. “Shit!” he yelled jumping off him bed; he had promised a couple of old friends of his, that he would meet them at the local bar they frequented. He was half way to the door before realizing he couldn’t leave his room looking as he was in his boxers and t-shirt. He knew his friends would be pissed that he was late and he couldn’t blame him, he had said he would be out at 6. He didn’t understand how time could’ve gotten away from him so fast. He sighed, before heading to him closet to pick out something to wear. It took him fifteen minutes to choose what to wear, and another five to put it on. He had decided on him t-shirt, a pair of blue jean.
He was running a comb through his hair when his brother and his brother’s girlfriend of the week walked in. , “Hey dude,” he said, “Don’t you have some place to be…like now?” “Yea…I’ll be out in a second,” he called from the bathroom, “I just gotta find my shoes.” He remembered he had kicked them off when he walked in from his day at the office yesterday, but he didn’t know where they went. He checked under him bed but didn’t see them there. He checked the closet, but didn’t see them there either. “Where did you go?” He mumbled standing up and letting out a sigh of frustration, before noticing them by the door. He ran a comb through his hair one more time and took a look in the mirror on last time before heading out the door. “Fresh as usual,” he said to his reflection. He laughed a little at that, and moved to leave out of his house. Wait… he was forgetting something. Cell phone, “I’m out of here, I swear,” he said grabbing his phone and hauling ass out of there out of there.
Sebastian arrived at his destination a little after 6:00. “Yes!” he said out loud, and did a little dance to celebrate his victory, earning a few weird looks from the people passing on the street, and entered the building. He looked around, but didn’t see any of his friends around. “Just like them, to always be late.” He groaned. He didn’t even know why he bothered, his friends were always late, and it quite sucked. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, and walked over to the bar and sat down, ordering a glass of scotch. He sipped on it slowly and let his eyes wander around the bar one more time before seeing a familiar face. Smirking he headed over to the blonde’s booth, “Miss Rowland, long time no chat.”
She stumbled into him and he shot a hand out to steady her. "It appears i have fallen, and i am quite intoxicated."
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Post by ADA EDITH ROWLAND on Jul 4, 2012 20:56:10 GMT
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“Miss Rowland, long time no chat." The tall figure above her had his signature smirk, the one she hated to love. "It has been a while hasn't it. The last time we talked, you pulled my hair and ran away. hat was it, two months ago? She raised an eyebrow and smiled. Sure she was sarcastic, but now that she thought about it, it had been a while since she had seen him. He looked good. Ugh no. She couldn't possibly think that. Drunk or not, she needed to pull it together. Yet.. it occured to her that she actually missed Seb, and their banter. And then he hit a nerve, the button he loved to push and she resented him for it.
“Ah… Ada, What would Daddy Rowland say if he saw you now?” Even drunk Ada knew her priorities. Her father ould not like her getting drunk in a public place , it looked bad for the company. Besides, it was totally out of character for Ada. She hardly ever drank, and this was one of a handful of times she'd ever even been into a bar. Typical Seb to hit her sore spot within five seconds of conversation. It was empty teasing, just like when they were kids, and he'd never go through with it... would he? Nonetheless, she sat straight up, like her mother taught her. When she spoke her next words, there was no trace of a slur.
"Sebastian Abercrombie, you wouldn't dare breathe a word of this to my father." Her voice was full of spite, but her face suddenly softened and she smiled pleasantly. She reached out to touch one of his wrists. Honestly, it was incredible how sober she could be, even when she was pissed out of her mind. "Please, Seb."
She practically whispered. He knew how cruel her father could be, right? The bar was loud: happy, drunk people chanted and cheered at some sports game on the tv. "You can sit down, if you'd like?[/color] She hoped the sound of her voice wouldn't get drowned out, but she moved over in her booth anyways.
[/justify] [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] [/center] W O R D S * a lot ;;
T H O U G H T S * i know this sucks, i'm just wasn't sure how to write this xD;;
M U S I C * sum 41 ;;
T A G G E D * Seb ;;
W E A R I N G *HERE ;;
C R E D I T S * adele's chasing pavements ;; |
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