A F T E R PARTYYY!!!

[KoZTA]

TIME TO GET DRUNK
AND CRAZY
AND SHIT.

HAVE FUN!

[Luke Smith]

A metallic taste invaded his mouth as he'd exited the fight. He knew he'd been busted up pretty bad but the blood on his knuckles only made him realize he'd done just as much. He turned into one of the many dressing rooms in the venue, walking with all frustration and attitude into the restroom. Wow he looked like shit, a shiner emerging on his eye, his lip busted, jaw bruised along with other parts of him. Luke began cleaning himself off. He still couldn't believe that fucker made as low of a move of kicking him in the balls. As Luke figured, he'd have plenty of time to pay the little bitch back.

Wiping the blood off of himself - whoever it belonged to - he took his shirt off, as it'd taken quite the impact also. Luke replaced it with a black pinstripe button up he'd brought as a back up. They wanted everyone to have a backup incase of wardrobe malfunctions - little did he know his malfunction would be a fight. He began feeling the effects as the adrenaline slowly wore off. He let himself chill for about half an hour before making an appearance at the after party, holding a cold washcloth over his bruised eye.

With himself back in check, he began making his way to the party, but he was in an entirely seperate mood. So much anger had just shed itself in minutes, or seconds - whichever it had been. Luke felt normal for once. Sure, things had gone awry in the past, but fuck. He hadn't felt this good in awhile. He decided then that he wouldn't let it bother him. Not tonight. There were cigarettes to smoke, drinks to spill and people to see. Reforming back into his usual professional self, he walked into the room. It was dark out, a DJ was playing some of the music. He couldn't really tell what it was, but he wasn't exactly listening.

He first ran into his brother, who promptly asked what the hell happened to him, "You know. Damn stairs." Bryan laughed, shaking his head as Luke played it off like nothing. There were alot of times he was able to do that, but everyone knew he'd probably come to a physical altercation with the enemy. The way Luke saw it, everyone would know what happened when Freddie had some time to write on the blog. Unfortunately. He kept a cigarette in his mouth, it just kept him calm. That's what smokers did when they were pissed right? It mainly kept his mind off of it, even though Luke would have loved the chance of facing off with the prick - no one able to penetrate the mosh of people who were looking on. Unfortunately, these weren't those kind of people.. The rappers might have been, but not so much for the rest of them.

[`Lisette Drake]

So it was finished for another year. Thank fuck. Lisette had never been a big fan of award shows, she disliked the over all idea of them. A sort of 'hey, look they're better than you!' theme. And she disliked it immensely. She didn't mind people being congratulated on doing well or being successful but doing so and make others feel bad about their own acheivements, like they'd thought they'd done well but in comparison they hadn't since some kid who has just shown up and taken away any shot at glory you had. She just disliked it, okay? Though in a rather hypocritical way she had made sure to congratulate those who had won, though also consoled those who hadn't. Especially those involved with the tour.

She had sat in her seat, applauding and smiling though was so grateful when the lights came up and she could leave. Not that anyone who would have noticed if she had - after all she just managed the band she wasn't known to the public, the only ones who did know her were reporters who wanted the inside scoop, though she had yet to give them it, actually. Though it wasn't for lack of them trying. But she did manage to get to the after party without too much hassle, only a few guys and gals here or there asking her how the band felt about the awards, etc etc. And she'd given rather generic answers. But eventually evading the press and the fans - not hers of course, but the ones screaming for whatever band member that was behind her. She welcomed the darker atmosphere of the after party, and she also welcomed the bar.

Lisette was here to keep check on the guys, and just generally socialise with the rest of the guys in the music biz. Knowing people always helped when it came to gigs and favours. Little did she know of what had gone down back at the awards. She wasn't aware of that there had been a full on fight backstage - especially not one involving the manager of the tour and one of the guys in the band she worked for. Though not event the tequila shooter she had just had could keep her from noticing Luke's .. injuries. She raised her eyebrows as she watched him from her place at the bar. She ordered herself a proper drink, though it had an straw and a cherry in it so how proper it is can only be guessed. Anyway, she sipped her drink and watched Luke still trying to work out what the hell happened to him. And work out where the members of WKM were. So much for being a manager when the band wasn't even around to manage..

x

[elLIE]

>.> Yeah IDK why I pressed modify on this thread xD But I did. and I replaced it with my new post and so now this one's gone... oops!
/is retarded.

[`Lisette Drake]

Lisette had finally tore her gaze away from the beat up looking tour manager and was sipping her drink, though her eyes scanned over the bottles behind the bar. Wondering what other cocktails they did. She'd been to a few bars in her time and always enjoyed when you found a bar who's cocktails had absurd names. Such as the last bar she went to and there were several pages of cocktails on their menu and each with a rather odd name. That was the night she ordered herself a 'Ron Burgundy'. She smiled faintly to herself at that memory before narrowing her eyes and peering over the bar.

After a moment she just went back to her current drink and downed that before asking for yet another one only this time with more than one cherry. She hadn't been paying attention to those coming in to the after party by now. She knew what the boys were like and she didn't think she'd be seeing them anytime soon. Though of course she has been wrong before so when Lars was at her side it wasn't a big blow for her. She had just finished putting a straw in her drink when he spoke. And so was sipping that, looking in to the glass as he spoke. "I wondered where you-" by now she had looked up and paused in her speaking. "The hell happened to you?" she asked him and raised her eyebrows, reaching a hand up to touch his chin and make him move so she could inspect his face.

Though she lowered her hand and just frowned slightly. She hadn't put two and two together yet and so the idea that he had been fighting with someone from the tour hadn't come to her yet. She just remained looking up at him, rather concerned. Not just for the fact the boy had obviously been fighting and is hurt but she knew she'd have to try and keep that from the public eye. A managers life is so tough.

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[Riley Newark]

Riley had been socializing with other people. Hell she didn't need a guy to have a good time. She figured perhaps he got held up by someone for some reason - whatever it was, she didn't take any offense to it. She was working steadily on her booze. Tonight was a night of celebratory happiness and in all drunken glory. However, this did not apply to everyone - especially not to Lindsay Lohan. Deciding that her Bacardi Vanilla Coke was - well - gone, she began working through the crowd back towards the bar. She could make out the faint silhoette of dear old Lars. Haha. Old Lars. The image in her head made her smile - He would be the kind to chase kids off of his yard with an axe.

"Hey Beautiful - Woah, nevermind." She approached, and took a step back as she saw his battlescars. "What... Happened? Did you run into a door?" She was joking of course, because a door could not do that much damage... Well, unless you continually ran into it.

Riley took one second to order, knowing it would take awhile for her to get it. "Can I get The Spy Who Loved Me?" The tender nodded and went to making the drink. Her attention turned back to Lars to wait for his story as to what might have possibly caused this... this... mess on his face. Hell, I didn't know he left me for fight club.

[elLIE]

Lars showed Lisette both sides of his face willingly, a little closed mouth grin. Of course he was proud of his battle wounds, considering he inflicted a fair amount on his opponent. "It's not that bad," he reassured to his band's manager, "It'll be gone in a week or whatever, no big deal..."

He didn't have the heart yet to tell her directly what had happened. Not so much as he didn't have th heart, although he knew she'd be disappointed in his actions, but he wanted her to figure it out herself. It was just more fun for him that way.

He brought his drink to his sore lips again, the alcohol stinging the more so open wound the fist to his lip ring move had created. Lars winced a little bit, taking another quick swig to coax the injury into going numb. He glanced down the bar slowly, a few faces catching his and immediately going 'What the fuck?' Lars just ignored them and let his eyes wander past.

His neck snapped back when he heard the voice of the face he had been scanning for, a grin emerging, a little painfully, on his face with her taking back of words, "Hello to you to, baby." He turned to the still eager Lisette and then back to Riley and sighed, jabbing a thumb in the direction of Luke's table, "That's what happened to me," a mischievous gleam in his eye, his little grin never wavering.

Lars moved a bit to allow Riley to order her next drink. He switched the hand his drink was in and wrapped the closer around her waste, "I'm a spy now, huh?" he joked tugging gently, but with enough force to bring her closer to him.

001. COUNT 301
002. MUSIC -sigh- Alk3 <3
003. NOTES om nom nom nom.
004. ATTIRE x

[Riley Newark]

She looked over in the direction Lars pointed, "You fought with him. That's nice." Her head turned back around to find her drink sitting infront of her. A scoff escaped her lips, "Please, if you were a spy you would make far better money, and Lisette here wouldn't have to baby sit you. Instead, she'd be sending you tapes that self destructed in ten seconds after you watched and or listened to them," she sipped her drink, "And you'd get your ass blown up." The taste of the drink delighted her. There was nothing better than alcohol and red bull combined. Licking her lips, she brought her head back looking more closely at his injuries.

Riley didn't quite understand the whole beef between Luke and Lars, but she figured she might have something to do with it - with the past and all of that. But Luke didn't know about that, did he? Of course he didn't. Taking her mind off of such a thing, she lifted the glass again, taking another drink. Her smokey blue eyes looking into his eyes. Devious behavior was beginning to grip her, not that she could control any of it.

"You're in rough shape Mister Trell. Is there anything I can do?" Her brow lifted, a certain suggestive smirk on her face. Alcohol did things to her! "Perhaps a kiss to make it better?" She teased him, sure. That was what she did. Perhaps making a scene of it would further piss Luke off, until she spoke to him. Oh, she planned to speak to him. He'd been such an incooperable jerk lately she couldn't much stand him. "Unless, you're too old for that sort of thing."

She looked ahead, admiring the bottles of liquor on the shelves behind the bar tenders. Riley wasn't really admiring the bottles - but rather playing hard to get in a mild fashion.

[`Lisette Drake]

Lisette shook her head when he told her it 'wasn't so bad'. "My god, Lars, have you actually looked in a mirror? It's like you're from the WWE not in a band." she said and raised her eyebrows, shaking her head slightly. Though after a moment of staring up at him she sighed and then took a gulp of her drink, following his gaze for a moment until she noticed Riley. She nodded once and watched the girl get closer until she was stood at the bar. Though for a smart woman with a job like hers she still hadn't worked out that this was Lukes handiwork on his face.

When Lars greeted her Lisette returned to her drink, taking another few gulps and glancing back in to the party to see if she could see the rest of the band. Though she couldn't and soon looked back to Riley and Lars. Lisette physically choked on her drink when Lars pointed out how he'd got his injuries. She didn't interrupt Riley and Lars' conversation however, just looked from Lars to Luke, looking so very concerned. Her expression only changed slightly as the pair talked on, she raised her eyebrows as she listened to them, though she was nodding soon to what Riley said about what her job would be. She'd also enjoy that job a lot.

When she heard Rileys offer to help the battered and bruised boy heal she 'oohed' lowly to herself and sidestepped away from them. She did not want to play third wheel to a PDA, plus she doubted anyone would want their manager hanging around to watch them make out and so she moved down the bar to give them space and went on to finish this cocktail too. And order a new one. There's nothing bad about drinking alone. Especially not when you get the bar tender to put an umbrella in the drink. So that's what she did. She had the man at the bar put in several umbrellas and glace cherries. This should keep her busy for.. five minutes.

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[elLIE]

Lars didn't respond to Lisette. She could whine about how his face looked all night, but that wouldn't change the fact that they were there. And they certainly weren't going anywhere anytime soon. So instead of giving his manager, whom he loved dearly of course, his attention, he turned his back and placed his attention on his date.

He downed the rest of his drink as she spoke, noticing the effects of her own drinking. Truthfully, it wasn;t fun to hang around someone who was drunk unless you were equally as wasted. And Lars had no other plans than to get wasted at an after party. So he ordered something a little stronger.

He faced Riley however, nodding his head slowly with her offer after he placed his order, "Too old for that sort of thing?" he grinned keeping his firm grip on her waist, "That's not the impression I got in Miami." Good times were had in Miamiami indeed. The times he could remember, at least. He knew Riley was a tease, and it killed him.

Despite the two sharing the heart to heart on the beach, it didn't take away the fact they still played the cards they didn't care for around each other. Both either too lazy to better themselves after sharing or just choosing to fake it for the sake of normalcy. Either way you put it, they were stuck that way after intoxication. Then there was no slipping out of the fake celeb world face until morning, when the real you slapped you brutally hard, reminding you that you haven't done shit with the situation you've laid in the back of your mind to correct. Life was a bitch, really. But hey! That's what drinking is for! (That and creating vicious cycles.)

"People can call you what they will," he started to say as he got his drink, "but you're anything but easy, baby," he giggled taking a sip from his drink as the busy bartender carried on. He set his drink down again, looking back with a pout and puppy dog eyes, like the spotted dog he now was, "So about that kiss?"

001. COUNT 320
002. MUSIC Brand New
003. NOTES kekekek
004. ATTIRE x

[Riley Newark]

"Miami doesn't count!" She retorted quickly, finishing up the last of her drink, starting to feel a little better about the night. Unfortunately for her, it wasn't vegas. You know, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas? Pfft, she'd never be so lucky. "And age is nothing but a number - because if it's not... We're not getting any younger." She smirked slyly, half considering stealing his drink. No, Lars was a bit more abitious when he was liquored up... So to speak.

"Who's calling me easy? Nevermind... I don't want to know!" She changed her mind, considering the consequences intoxication might give her - like violence. That's all she needed to do - was to start a fight at the Grammy's after party. She could only imagine the headlines. 'Fierce duo starts trouble!' "I'm not a tease, it's just thoroughly fulfilling to see you squirm." Riley stated so delightfully, one might say that she was actually proud of such accomplishments. Then Lars looked to her with the famous or infamous puppy face, Riley tilted her head putting on an empathetic show, "Aw, using sympathy tonight?"

She lifted an eyebrow before leaning towards him just minimally as he'd managed to pull her closer. Seductivel, mild but barely readable intoxicated lips met his, lingering there just long enough to perhaps trick him into thinking it would last longer, before she pulled away with a smug grin. "Let's see how far such sympathy gets you, Mr. Trell." She ordered a few more drinks and shots, taking them as they came before all inhibition was particularly lost. She'd managed to travel from the bar to the farside of the room, climbed up onto a table, straddling the frozen swan in the effect of a dare from a fellow coworker. "Woo! Let 'im out of the gate boys!"

Sliding backwards off the swan's ass, she lied on the table in laughter before disgracefully rolling off, "My ass is cold, damn it!"

[elLIE]

Lars listened to her banter over everything he'd said, his eyes turning into slits as he tried too figure out what half of it meant. It meant nothing, is what it meant. It meant he needed to order some shots... is what it really meant... if you listened in between words. So he took her advice and did so.

He liked his lips before bringing whatever drink was in front of him to his mouth, downing it before blinking hard, "Ow," he said in a whisper, wishing he knew what he had just put into his system... poison? The ultra strong beverage made a warmth spread through him in it's trail, a shiver in his shoulders before he should his head. "Fucking.. spicy.. what the hell," he said, squinting his watery eyes.

"Fuck yeah, I'm using sympathy... I'm not gonna fucking have scars and not use 'em to my advantage," he said blinking fast, getting past his before quieter buzz state and shifting into a more drunkenness after that bomb dose of whatever the hell.

He finally leaned in more once her lips touched his, opening his mouth wider after the moment for more, but alas. His mouth was left agape and untouched. He furrowed his brow, getting quite annoyed, "Yeah fucking squirm with your fucking.. ugh," he mumbled before the shots she ordered were brought to them, swallowing back his mumbles with the alcohol.

"Where are you going?" he asked, drawing out the last word as she moved away from him, his hazy eyes looking about the room for the first time since he had gotten thoroughly intoxicated. "I need to.... fucking PISS," he whispered, stumbling his way over to whatever table she rolled off of after she'd raced the swan.

His drunken mind flashed to Luke for the split second, "Where is that bruised up fucker, Luke SMITT?" Lars laughed to the people at the table, "SERIOUSLY..." Lars faltered, swaying a little before plopping himself at the booth, grabbing one side of Riley's hip and with the other hand her ass to get her to join him on the leather, "FUCK you are cold... and wet," he snorted.

"ANYWAYS," he started loudly again, the obvious loud mouth New York accent leaking through, "The fucker won't be able to make any fucking kids.. like EVER, his balls are FUCKING SMASHED... GOD IT WAS HILARIOUS," he laughed, drowning out his speech with a round of shots someone had ordered for the table, "REALLY! EVERYONE SHOULD HAVE FUCKING BEEN THERE TO SEE THAT SHIT!"

[`Lisette Drake]

Lisette had remained off to the side, drinking her cocktails and eating the occasional ice cube. She preferred to do this as she could now simply just watch the party and see those are around her getting increasingly inebriated and more rowdy - and she could laugh. Since she was not currently kissing people she didn't know or climbing on tables. Though her main focus for the past few moments had to be Lars and Riley. How could it not be? She had lowered her gaze as they kissed since honestly? Watching people kiss made her freak out. Then again, people kissing her also made her freak out - or laugh against their lips. She'd odd, you'll find but that's how it is. Anyway, once they had stopped the very minor PDA she returned to watching them, raising her eyebrows at the rate of which they knocked back drinks and shots, it could put her to shame. Though she did smirk at the faces they made after their tiny shot glasses of pure alcohol. Amateurs.

Though that soon became the very last thing she was thinking of as her gaze followed Riley across the room. She could do nothing but stare as she watched the woman mount the frozen bird. And stare she did. Did that really happen? Did that she-photographer just sit upon a frozen swan? My god she did. Lis blinked, her eyes still wide. And getting wider as she heard the girl complain of the swans icyness. Lisette sat upon a bar stool now, this was .. the best party ever. It really was. Though now she looked from the damp girl on the table to Lars and waited - She shook her head as he went across and started to look for yet another fight. They had turned in to that couple. Lis wondered about trying to get some kind of injunction so none of this would leak in to the press. Though she shook her head at herself and ate another ice cube, glancing around, hoping that Lars would not end up in a drunken brawl at the after party, as his equally drunk date would watch on. Then again that would be exciting. But also would mean more work for her later. Hmmm.

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[Bryan Ambrose]

Bryan had turned around just for a moment, before he noticed Luke had gone missing. He'd been trying to calm the pissed man off for some time now, and he though he'd succeeded. However, Luke was stubborn, and often felt the need and desire to finish what was started. From what he'd heard - they'd been broken up, still leaving room for Luke to see it that he needed to finish the job. Oh the woes of being a workaholic. His eyes began searching through the crowd immediately, though he'd worn black. Of course he did, everyone wore black to the fucking awards shows. Bryan began pushing his way through the crowd, searching for the mildly intoxicated Luke. That was one thing about his brother - he'd stay sober, just so he could beat the living shit out of someone. It was rather ingenious if you thought about it. Bryan had never been able to accomplish such a feat.

He'd seen Lucas in just the ammount of time to see him tap Lars on the shoulder, hear him say 'The name is SMITH, mother fucker', and just completely knock the hell out of him, "No! Luke!" Politeness wasn't the key as Bryan shoved people out of his way, pulling Luke back away, though his older brother struggled against him. He could only make out a few words in the angry profanities that Luke slurred at Lars 'you fucking peice of shit... bastard... asswipe... god forsaken... useless peice of flesh.' If it could be said, it had been.

"Dude, chill out!" Bryan shoved Luke back, "Go!" Though Luke still had the insanity in his eyes, he resisted the urge to just bypass everyone and reattack the guitarist. Bryan didn't know exactly what his brothers beef was, but he had an idea that it was very drunk and it had red hair. Lars was too drunk to mess with, otherwise Bryan would have given the man some advice - but he knew he'd be wasting his time. He sighed, and heard Riley gasping over the situation... Saying something about how she needed to go get some Oxy-Clean for Lars' face to disinfect his cut.

[elLIE]

Lars glanced up at his side, "Oh... the man of the hour!" he said, his arms opening as much as they could without spilling any drink or plunking anyone's face. "YEAH YEAH," Lars shook his head, turning back annoyed, "Smitt, Sloth, it's all the-" Here's a good time to insert Luke's fist onto Lars's face.

A series of 'ooh's resounded around the table, some people raising their voices at both Luke and Lars alike. Lars sat holding his face, his elbows on the table while Bryan held his older brother back. Lars watched all he while, his injured face turned, eyes to slits.

About halfway through Luke's mess of profanities Lars jumped up himself, ready to give Luke another taste of his fists. Oh what alcohol made you do. Lars didn't get far, however, until one of his allies pulled him back down.

Once his bottom was back down in the booth, and Luke was restrained Lars searched around for another shot to stop the swirling in his head. All the sudden action made him a little more than tipsy. He knocked the liquor back quickly, grumbling while fellow tour-mates shot questions.

Intoxicated hazel eyes watched Luke go where he may, upon further inspection around the place, half of it was cleared out, the party itself was winding down. Or at least that's how it seemed. Now only the drunk crowd remained, or the ones well on their way to getting drunk. Everyone else who was sane and wanted to not wake up with a hangover had already left.

His eyes drifted back to Riley, figuring he could scrounge out one more blow to Mr. Sloth. He licked his dry lips before slurring, "I wanna go now..." Lars hoped to god they had some designated driver crap to drive his fucking car, because honestly, that piece of metal was too expensive to wreck. Lars's hands wandered down to Riley's hips, trying to hoist her over him so they could get a move on.