Post by brycecordell on Dec 27, 2010 21:06:22 GMT -8
SWEET DREAMS THAT WON'T COME TRUE
A few outings and Bryce had decided that the Basement was probably going to be his club of choice. Sure, the Hyde had some good points about it, but there were more people here, which worked better in his favour. So far, he had successfully avoided making his presence known to his cousins, narrowly avoiding Charlie at Crossfire the previous day. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see either of them at some point, he just wanted a few days to get into a routine, or without having Marissa find out he was there or anything like that. Check out the town, work his habits around the new surroundings, and learn some of the people, that sort of thing. He wouldn’t mind running into Diego, he knew that his cousin’s ex wouldn’t give him away unless he wanted him to, he was the only Cordell who actually gave him the time of day, so he wasn’t going to aim to piss him off any time soon.
Deep down, Bryce knew he was...lost. He barely formed any sort of proper relationship with anyone, even friends, he hadn’t since he was in his teens. It wasn’t a fear of being hurt by someone, that was definitely far from the problem, he could handle rejection perfectly fine. Maybe it was from being spoilt as a child, he was used to getting what he wanted. Or rebelling, that continued into his adulthood because he had become so used to doing his own thing, living by his own rules without much thought for anyone else, or even having to think about anything else in a long time. He had tried to have a relationship before, years ago, with Aurora...which had ended badly. He hated to think of how Charlie would react if he ever found out that he and Alexa had had a little...fling...around the same time they started dating. She hadn’t cheated on him, but still, he wouldn’t react kindly to it. He just wasn’t cut out for it, or he hadn’t found anyone who he was that interested in enough to continue seeing.
Seating himself at the bar once he had entered the nightclub, he ordered a whiskey, his usual choice of drink. There was a flask of vodka in his pocket, alongside his customary almost full pack of cigarettes, in case he got desperate, or ended up leaving the club and still wanted to drink. He wasn’t even sure what he was looking for tonight. It was just to drink, sit, observe, or he was looking for something...else. The usual, anyway, he would just wait and see what happened. Either way, he wasn’t going to be disappointed with the night.
I'D LEAVE IT ALL FOR YOU
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Notes Here we go - sorry, it's mostly a lot of ramble xD