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[brycecordell]

I'VE DONE THIS ONE TOO MANY TIMES NOW

I had been in Addison less than twenty four hours, and I had already hit the clubs. I smirked to myself, thinking of what my aunt Marissa would say if she found out. She may have looked after me since I was sixteen, but the woman needed to learn how to mind her own business, she was the sort to meddle in everything and anything, even if it wasn’t that big of a deal. I wasn’t going to deny that unpacking didn’t hold much interest for me. I had spent a few hours doing it, making sure I had a bed to sleep in, pulling a few things out to cook with, that sort of thing. But otherwise, there was just a somewhat neat yet haphazard pile of boxes lined up against my living room wall and around the couch. I had avoided seeing Charlie and Lena. Charlie more than Lena, admittedly, she was more likely to leave me alone. My other cousin, however, wouldn’t give me that leisure, he would probably go off on the same tangent as his mother, but less annoying. He meant well, he had just always been a lot more...sensible...than I was.

I was sitting at the bar, half a glass of whiskey left sitting in my hand. I wasn’t looking for too much tonight, it was more of a...get to know my surroundings sort of trip. The Basement had been my first stop, and probably would be the only place I would venture into tonight. I was a little tired from travelling, but I was a creature of habit, so naturally I had to check out the local nightlife, and learn them for the rest of the late night trips I knew would follow. I suppose I had a problem, I was in bars or clubs most nights, but it wasn’t like I drank that much, or did anything too stupid. I just liked the scene, and I wasn’t going to lie, taking home a strange girl who was looking for something one off, worked for me. Okay, so maybe I had commitment issues, I was quite well aware of that. It didn’t necessarily make me a bad person. Well, not that I thought of anyway. I wasn’t hurting anyone, I didn’t lead people on, most knew exactly what they were getting into. I was always careful as well...though I suppose if I ever did get someone pregnant, I wouldn’t be wary of the commitment of being a father, if they wanted my help, that didn’t faze me in the slightest, it was just the thought of an actual relationship that made me cringe.

Downing the rest of my glass, I left it sitting on the bar, heading through the crowd of drunken, moving bodies to the door, wanting some fresh air. Well, when I say fresh...I had happened to pick up the unfortunate habit of smoking after I had been drinking. Usually it was just a few drags, leaving the cigarette mostly whole before I gave up. Probably a waste of money, but that didn’t bother me. Once I was outside, I found a vacant section of wall to lean against, pulling the mostly full packet of cigarettes out of my pocket, lighting one, taking a puff, before leaving it abandoned in my hand for a while. I can’t even remember when I had started that, thinking vaguely to myself that I should probably quit, even if it wasn’t a regular occurrence.

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Tagged Open
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Muse Cooler Than Me - Mike Posner
Notes Hrmm, muse burst xD

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The night was young, and the twenty two year old girl was having the time of her life. She had already thrown back two shots of whiskey, and she was downing her third beer as the music began to pound in her head. Bridger Stone made her way dizzily to the middle of the dance floor and began to move her body to the rythm of the music. Her Juicy Couture dress fit her body snuggly as she flitted around the room. Every eye in the place was on her as she made her way to the bar. She drunkenly climbed up and began to shake her rear for all to see. Drinking did crazy things to the model, but she didn't care. She was already way past her body's limit of alcohol. Her 115 pound frame got wasted after one drink. After making a fool of herself up there, she climbed down and slapped a twenty dollar bill in front of the bartender. "Make me another one..something strong." She threw her Juicy handbag across the room and closed her eyes as she swayed to the rythm. The night could only go up from here.

Bridger knew that if her brother were to walk in he would be furious with her. He was always the responsible one of the twins. She put up with this crap her whole life. It was never her turn to shine in her parent's eyes. No matter how succesful she was modeling, it was never enough for them. She had dropped five pounds in the last week trying to keep up with the runway models! Her parents were blinded..all they could see was Wyatt's success at everything he did. Frankly, she was sick of it. Sick of them. She came to this realization as she danced her way back into the middle of the crowd. She bumped and grinded with every guy she could get close to. She craved the attention that came with this. Some would call her a whore, and they would be correct. Bridger didn't care what she had to do to get a little bit of the limelight.

Bridger knew she had drank too much..She could feel the alcohol starting to settle in her stomach as she made her way to the bathroom. She flung open the door and barely made it into a stall before vomiting the contents of her stomach into the can. She wiped her mouth with a paper towel and examined herself in the mirror. What had she become? The pretty girl applied a fresh coat of lipstick before heading outside. She needed to breathe a little. She was dissapointed to see that somebody had already beat her to the deck. He was smoking, too. How repulsive. Although, she wasn't one to talk. She smelled like beer and maybe a trace of throw up. She wobbled drunkenly to the rail and leaned over it slowly. She kicked off her heels and tossed them to the side carelessly. Her height was instantly reduced back to the normal five feet nine inches.

She slowly turned around, pressing her fingers angrily into her temple in order to reduce the dizziness. She eyed the stranger standing a few feet away from her. It was a guy probably her age. He didn't look near as wasted as she did. Actually, he didn't even look drunk. Bridger envied the man as she plopped down in a heap on the ground. She let out a little moan as she tried to stand. Gravity quickly took its hold and she was forced to stay put. She was wrong when she thought the night could only get better. In fact, it had got a hell of alot worse.

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^{TAG - bryce cordell
WORDS - too lazy xD
NOTES - she's crazzyyyy ^^
TUNES - rainbow veins , owl city.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0
OUTFIT - click}

[brycecordell]

I'VE DONE THIS ONE TOO MANY TIMES NOW

I hadn’t been standing out here for too long and I was already tempted to put out the cigarette I had lit after that one puff, thinking about it always ended up leaving me feel revolted with it. Of course, if anyone else I knew started smoking in front of me, I’d go right ahead and tell them it was a filthy habit to pick up and they should quit. But when it came to my own body, well, that was my choice, and it wasn’t like I was a heavy smoker, it was pretty rare, really. I spent the rest of my days making sure other people stayed fit and healthy, that was my job, after all. The only thing that would worry me was if my clients saw me smoking – yeah, that would be a good look, seeing their personal trainer standing outside a bar every night, dragging heavily from a cancer stick. Good thing I didn’t normally run into any, or if I did, they were blind drunk and didn’t remember next time I saw them.

A noise near the door, and a pink clad brunette stumbled out of the bar, obviously wasted – just alcohol, from the look of her. I might drink a lot, and smoke occasionally, but drugs, I didn’t touch. I watched from the distance between us, finally putting out the cigarette, which had now burnt down a fair bit by itself, with no help from me, having thoroughly convinced myself already that I wasn’t going to make my lungs suffer any more that night. Beside, any more and I was going to stink like cigarettes for hours. She started leaning over the railing, at which I winced, envisioning her toppling over the edge for a few moments, before she kicked her heels off and throwing them to one side, depositing herself firmly back onto her feet. I couldn’t actually remember the last time I had gotten that wasted while I was out, I usually reserved that for drinking at a party, not a bar, too many things could go wrong. Despite my usual attitude, I was cautious, a trait most people didn’t believe I had.

Taking the near full pack of cigarettes out of my pocket, I deposited them in a nearby bin without a second thought. I knew I would probably just end up buying another pack next week, but at least that would discourage me from smoking when I went out this week, or at least until I could be bothered buying some more. I was debating between going back inside and having another drink, or heading home, but I saw the brunette trying to stand, failing miserably and landing back on the deck. I hadn’t actually noticed her sit down in the first place, for all I knew she could’ve passed out right in front of me and had only just come around. Well, I couldn’t very well just leave her out here...

“Need a hand?” I asked, walking over to her. Worst she could say was no.

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Tagged Bridger
Words 508
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Muse Stand Here With Me - Creed
Notes Careful, he likes to hide his manwhore-ness behind being a good samaritan ;D

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Bridger was a mess. She sat on the ground in a drunken haze, realizing she definitely didn't have any self control when it came to drinking. Her long, dark hair fell around her mascara filled eyes, and she knew her eyeliner had dripped down past her eyelids, but she was just too wasted to care. She looked up, squinting at the lights that illuminated the deck where she sat. Her eyes found the other person that was out there and she noticed the ciggarette in his hand. "Those things'll kill you." Her words were slurred as she pushed back the hair from her face. Despite the makeup disaster, she still looked rather attractive in her getup. Granted, her hair could use a good brushing, but other than that she was still fashionable. She pulled at the top of her strapless pink dress, her hands fumbling until they finally got it situated. She smoothed out the bottom of it and sprawled out across the ground, reaching for her stilleto heels she had tossed across the deck. She somehow managed to retrieve them without completely embarrassing herself. She attempted to put them on her dainty feet, but eventually just gave up and threw them back to the ground.

She leaned back against the railing, exhausted from her efforts, and rather dizzy from the alcohol. A sigh escaped her lips as she scratched at her neck. She could hear footsteps coming her way, but she was too out of it to see who it was. She didn't look up until she heard the words spoken, "Need a hand" Bridger raised her eyes to meet his and placed a hand on his shoulder in a drunken fashion. "Don't ever drink...it..does bad stuff to..you." She let out a giggle at this and used his shoulder as leverage to attempt to stand up. Luckily, her light body wouldn't be too much of a toll on him. She could feel the muscles through his shirt as she succesfully stood. "My purse..it's inside there. I have advil in it." She took a step forward and nearly collapsed back to the ground. She uprighted herself at the last minute, but in the process her dress ripped up the side. She giggled at this and flapped the fabric with her fingers. "Whoops!" Bridger knew she looked like an idiot, but all she wanted right now was the advil that would hopefully ease her headache. Plus, if she took enough it would help with the hangover that she dreaded getting tomorrow.

Bridger turned back around to face the guy. She held out a shaky hand and spoke slowly, "I'm Bridger....I'm drunk.." This only sent her into another fit of laughter as she backed slowly towards the glass door. She whipped back around and becasue of her laughter failed to see the door in front of her. Her head came in contact with the glass, causing a loud thud. Bridger instantly fell to the ground and let out a moan. This night was down the drain, and that was going to leave a bruise.

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^{TAG - bryce cordell
WORDS - too lazy xD
NOTES - she's crazzyyyy ^^
TUNES - rainbow veins , owl city.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0
OUTFIT - click}

[brycecordell]

I'VE DONE THIS ONE TOO MANY TIMES NOW

I had to chuckle, letting a tiny smile flashing across my features as she scolded me about the cigarette I just threw in the trash. “I know. Filthy habit, I wouldn’t pick it up if I were you,” I answered, studying her for a few moments. She had obviously consumed a lot of alcohol that night, she was positively wasted, and there was no doubt about that. Her makeup was smeared out of place, not too badly, in my opinion, it certainly didn’t make her any less attractive...yes, I was standing here, considering how good looking this girl was, even though I knew she was blind drunk. I really couldn’t help myself.

I watched her readjust her dress; luckily she couldn’t get her heels back on. I could only imagine that trying to walk in stilettos in that state would be a fairly dangerous idea. I wasn’t a massive fan of heels myself, okay, they were attractive on, but I saw the value in sensible shoes. She didn’t object to my offer of help, so I crouched a little, letting her put her hand on my should to steady herself as she stood up, keeping my hands hovering near her waist in case she fell. The weight she leant against me was nothing; I could probably lift twice her size by myself. “Just as bad as cigarettes,” I said pointedly, catching her and helping her steady herself as she tried to walk forwards but failed miserably, almost falling straight back over again. Even though she didn’t manage to hit the ground, her dress ripped in the process, which just seemed to amuse her more.

She turned back to me, holding out an unsteady hand for me to shake. "I'm Bridger....I'm drunk," she introduced herself, so I accepted the hand she extended to me, holding on to it firmly enough to make sure she wasn’t going to tip backwards whilst I had a grip on her. “I’m Bryce, and I’m sober,” I answered, playing along with her little drunken joke. I had to wonder, had I ever acted like this whilst drunk? No, probably not, or if I did, it was probably a hornier version – at least I wasn’t afraid to admit it.

She was backing away from me slowly now, laughing at what she had said, and I hadn’t realised that she was about to turn around until the second she did it, forehead slamming sickeningly into the glass door. A quick stride and I was over there, quick enough to catch her under the arms before she hit the ground too hard, lowering her down gently, wincing at the thought of how much that would have hurt. “Alright, I think we better get you home,” I said, crouching down, placing one arm around her waist and putting one of her arms around my neck for support, before hoisting her easily to her feet. If she couldn’t walk, I was going to have to completely carry her out.

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Tagged Bridger
Words 498
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Muse Stay With Me - Train
Notes Ohdear Bridger xDDD

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Bridger could hardly register the man's words as he helped her stand upright. Just as bad as cigarettes." She nodded her head, clearly out of it. She knew what he was saying, but somehow she just couldn't form the words to respond. Even if she did, she feared it would just be one big babble of nothing with a little slurring here and there. Bridger was past the point of embarassment. She was drunk out of her mind, and for some reason she couldn't find a single reason to care. She knew that the next morning things would go back to their normal, boring routine, and she wouldn't remember this night at all. That was usually how her days went. Go to work, ride, hit the bar, get taken home by some random stranger, then sleep until the pain went away. It was something that she had grown accustom to, and she couldn't see herself in any other way. She realized it wasn't the most healthy lifestyle, but then again, neither was smoking.

The dark haired beauty's main goal was to get inside and get the advil. She knew if she didn't take it soon, her hangover tomorrow would be unbearable. Ever since Wyatt moved out, she didn't have anybody to nurse her headaches when they arrived. Her older brother had gotten sick of her partying and refused to support her habits. Bridger knew he only wanted what was best for her, but it just flat out sucked. She could hardly make it home on her own, much less regain her health without assistance.

Feeling lightheaded, Bridger squeezed the man's hand tight and leaned in to listen to him speak. "I'm Bryce, and I'm sober." She giggled at his resonse and pondered momentarily if she would have thought that was funny when she wasn't wasted. Probably, he was cute and seemed nice enough. She let go of his hand and spoke slowly, "Don't brag, mister. Not all of us have self control like you." She lauged at her own joke that wasn't even funny at all. In her mind it was a laugh, but the guy would probably think she was utterly repulsive. The last thing Bridger remembered before almost hitting the ground was a pair of arms wrapping around her. Expecting a sickening pain, she was suprised when it never came. Of course, her forehead was throbbing and her head felt like it was getting stabbed with needles, but her body was seemingly unharmed. She looked up slowly into the eyes of Bryce, who had by then stood her upright, one arm wrapped around her waist supporting her.

Bridger put a hand to her forehead and almost threw up when she felt a bump already beginning to form. She was almost positive that the bruise was already beginning to show. Her agent was going to love this. Typically, labels didn't want models with purple stains all over their faces. This thought was quickly shoved aside as she heard words float into her ears. She winced in pain and nodded at Bryce's words about taking her home. She wasn't positive that she could walk, but it was reassuring to have his arm around her. She clung to him desperately as she took a step and almost fell to the ground. This was going to take a while. "Um. Advil. I live in an apartment downtown..." Her voice was groggy and pain filled as she wrapped her other arm around his side. She didn't want him to think she was trying to make a move, but at this point she just wanted to be in her bed with an icepack

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^{TAG - bryce cordell
WORDS - too lazy xD
NOTES - she's crazzyyyy ^^
TUNES - rainbow veins , owl city.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0
OUTFIT - click}

[brycecordell]

I'VE DONE THIS ONE TOO MANY TIMES NOW

I laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m not bragging. I’d get wasted, if I could,” I answered. I probably would, when I came to think about it. I guess that even with my...tendencies...I was used to being the only somewhat reliable person out of my group of acquaintances/friends/whatever I felt like calling them at the time, and I knew I didn’t need alcohol to get a girl in bed with me. So after all the time taking it easy to make sure nobody got themselves killed or something, my interest in large amounts of alcohol wasn’t very high.

She seemed surprised when she didn’t hit the ground after she ran into the door, looking at me with an appropriate degree of it...either that or it was from running into the door in the first place. She tried to take a step, but started falling again, luckily I had kept an arm around her waist and caught her before she did, righting her again. I guessed the walk back to her apartment was going to be a long one, and my earlier thoughts about having to carry her home might very well come true. “Alright, where did you leave your purse?” I asked, waiting patiently for her to remember where she had left it inside the club.

She wrapped her free arm around me – obviously, she wasn’t trying to make a move or anything, she could probably barely keep herself standing. I definitely knew the difference between the two. Luckily I hadn’t really been looking for anything in particular that night, so having my evening cut short to take her back to her apartment didn’t really bother me. Now, if I had actually been out with the intent of finding someone to take home, I might not have been so nice about it all.

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Tagged Bridger
Words 301
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Muse Llama looking at a photo and saying “That never sees the light of day, mmk?”
Notes Sorry it took a while, have been busy travelling and all xD

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In her drunken haze, Bridger seriously doubted that Bryce was the type of guy to get wasted this bad. His serious attitude said to her that he was a down to business kind of guy that didn't have much fun. That was just a guess, but Bridger didn't really think anything was fun unless it involved drinking or sex. Although, he was at a bar for a reason, but she just assumed it was to get a girl or two. With his face, he didn't even need to be drunk. The girls didn't even need to be drunk for that matter. He was attractive, but Bridger was too wasted to even appreciate it. At this point, her fits of giggles had all but subsided. Her only focus was on the throbbing in her head as she clung to Bryce's waist with much struggle. The too far gone brunette tipped her head upwards to look at the guy she was holding, "How bad is the bump?" Her forehead had a huge red mark on it the was swelled to the size of a golf ball. The bruising was beginning to form around the edges, and Bridger knew it was bad. She was praying that maybe it wasn't as bad as she thought, but she wasn't hopeful.

She walked unsteadily, clinging to Bryce, into the bar. When he asked where she left her purse it took a few minutes to even register what he had said. The music pounded in her head as she pointed across the room towards the bar. She could see the designer hand bag's sparkles from across the room. She moved the crowd slowly, Bryce in tow. She swiped up her bag as she walked past, not intending on being inside the loud place for a second longer. She felt bad for keeping Bryce away from the life of the party, but she knew she would make it home on her own. With her luck, she'd be passed out on the side of the road and found the next morning a total mess. With this idea in mind, Bridger fumbled open the latch of her bag and pulled out a giant bottle of medication. Half of it was for anorexia, and the other half for hangovers. She popped three advil in her mouth and breathed a sigh of relief as it slid down her throat. Three advil was probably a little too much considering she barely weighed anything, but she figured it wouldn't hurt one time.

As the pair made it out the doors, she raised a hand to her head and momentarily forgot which way was home. An instant of panic flashed through her brain, but then she regained herself. "Okay, I think I might be able to make it okay from here." Bridger highly doubted it, but she loosened her grip altogether and walked away wobbly. It was going to be a long walk home at this pace. A long night altogether, for that matter.

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^{TAG - bryce cordell
WORDS - too lazy xD
NOTES - she's crazzyyyy ^^
TUNES - rainbow veins , owl city.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0
OUTFIT - click}

[brycecordell]

I'VE DONE THIS ONE TOO MANY TIMES NOW

I looked down at the petite brunette clinging to my waist, inspecting the bruise she asked me to look at, I had seen it begin to swell almost as soon as she had run into the door, and it was forming a nice, large lump on her forehead. “Well, I’m not going to lie, it’s pretty bad,” I answered. No, I couldn’t even lie about those sort of things, even when a lie would probably be the better option, I just didn’t see the point in it. I guessed it was probably a good and a bad thing all at once, the fact that I couldn’t lie, even if I wanted to. Good, because people knew I was honest, bad in that I couldn’t even lie to save my own arse.

We walked into the bar, and I followed her lead as she stumbled to where her purse was, letting her hold herself up by clinging to my waist still, my own arm helping her keep upright as well. I raised my eyebrows slightly at the amount of Advil she downed, but hey, if it worked for her. She seemed pretty intent on getting out of the club by that point, and I wasn’t going to keep her hanging around in here for much longer, she was far past gone already, and I couldn’t imagine the loud music was doing anything for the headache she was bound to develop, and it was beginning to bug me now as well, with the lack of a semi decent bass line.

We walked out, and she let go of me, attempting to stumble down the street in the direction I presumed her apartment was in. “Oh, no you don’t,” I said, stepping forward quickly and replacing my arm around her waist, worried she was going to fall over again. “Look, I’ll walk you home. You’re too drunk to go by yourself, you can barely walk as it is,” I said.

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Tagged Bridger
Words 327
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Muse Love Sick Stomach Ache (Sugar Coated Accident) - Bowling For Soup
Notes FINALLY DONE. Sorry, needed to regain focus and muse xD

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