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Post by Riley Newark on May 9, 2009 20:17:18 GMT -5
 She was back in Los Angeles and she loved it. It was warm. Sunny - most of the time. More or less they had bad ass salon shops. Her roots had undergone a much needed touch up and a new manicure was settling in very nicely. Well hell, she was here she might as well have some fun. It wasn't going to last. No, they'd be back, busting ass on asphalt, scrambling to get to a new city. It was nice to just sit back, relax and take in the scenery.
Pyromania was put on a stand still due to the awards show. Several of the bands had been nominated for awards and had been selected to perform, and it only seemed fair to travel here and take a much needed break. Everyone was having a bit of bus fever, wanting to just fucking stop and chill. She could related. It wasn't fun putting up with bitching musicians, tired stage crew and the most unimaginably annoyed for some reason. It wasn't any of her concern, all she had to do was snap pictures. She didn't understand Luke, or his apparent vendetta against Lars, but she trusted in time she would have no choice but to find out. One of them was sure to bust a cap sooner or later.
She continued walking down the sidewalk, her eyes shaded from the sun by a deep black pair of shades. As much as she loved the sun, she didn't love it in her eyes. Riley had received a text from Lars to meet him for lunch. Nothing too odd, after the mooshy heart to heart, reveal your weakside moment on the beach, they'd become rather good friends. They oathed to keep eachothers boring as hell reality and complete secret.
Keeping the pace and her eyes up looking for said restaraunt, she finally found her destination, pushing through the glass entrance. A small ring of a bell sounded, it was then she realized how small the place actually was. Just a hole in the wall place that few probably knew about. There wasn't a fancy canope, an usher or host. It was a rather simple diner, most likely family owned.
Pushing the shades to the top of her head, she noticed him over in a booth, making her way over towards him before being able to sit down again. It was rather nice not having people all over you, asking if they could help you. The hospitality was overdone at times - especially when shopping.
"Good tidings ol' chap," Smiling kindly, inheriting somewhat of a british accent, she settled back into the booth, "Hope you're not working too hard - because I'm not! Have you been enjoying LA? Throwing things at random celebrities?" Actually, that sounded rather entertaining. She might have to try that later. She looked down at a menu, scanning over the contents briskly.
The break had made her nearly downright giddy and in a rareish good mood. It just felt good to be able to splurge, living the bum life like everyone wanted to. Oh, if life could only be this way all the time - she'd probably kill for it.
TAG] Lars .
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Post by elLIE on May 10, 2009 21:37:21 GMT -5
I WANNA WAKE UP
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Lars sighed, staring out the street window he was seated at. The diner's name obscuring his vision, as it was neatly printed on the glass. Well enough, he decided, since no one could really tell who he was between the large blue letters.
Not that there were many people in this part of L.A. Not the amount or crowd of people that would truly recognize him, or at least he hoped. It was only just outside the major city, so there continued to be a nice little traffic of people on the sidewalk. Not to mention most people in this city should be more or less accustomed to seeing a familiar face and not freaking out; leave that to the paparazzi.
A waitress placed a glass of coke on the table, asking if he was ready to order, "No thank you," Lars said with what he felt like a fake smile to the waitress, "I'm waiting on someone." The waitress simply nodded and bustled off to the other end of the narrow place.
His eyes darted back out the window. Almost immediately he spotted a head of bright red hair coming up the side walk and into the doors.
"M'lady," he smiled up at her lazily, mirroring her comic air. He was amused at her enthusiasm, for he had just been feeling lethargic for the last few days they'd been on break. Life moved so fast on tour it was almost like major jet-lag when you found yourself rooted in one place for more than 48 hours.
"Oh, I'm not working at all," he announced proudly, sipping on his Coke once before continuing, "My major work ended once the testosterone levels in the band got back to it's rightful status... 100 percent," he said with a completed smile, glad that his band was rid of Yukiko, "It seemed I wasn't the only one planning on her leaving, she decided it herself," he shrugged, not really caring that much.
He stifled a small giggle, which made it come out as more of a scoff as he picked up his own menu, "I'm hitting the clubs tonight, probably," he said, "If I see any Paris Hiltons then I promise I'll throw my own person shit at them."
He set down the menu, settling on a plain old Veggie burger, "So what's new with you?"
He did have a whole reason for this get together, but that part of the lunch didn't have to come until later. It wasn't really that big of a deal in his eyes anyway... Although the Grammies probably should have been a big deal, for his career and otherwise. But as far as who was going to be his date? And especially if who he was inviting was.. just a friend.. with benefits, then it really wasn't the first thing on his docket to discuss.
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Post by Riley Newark on May 10, 2009 22:14:21 GMT -5
She looked up, halfway suprised that he'd rid of Yukiko - or Yukiko rid of herself. "Oh, you got rid of the asian sensation?" Riley was never the most politically correct person alive, but what the fuck. Who was anymore? It was overrated as far as she was concerned. He continued to speak of his plans. Clubbing. She assumed as much about the nightlife. A snort escaped at the comment of throwing shit at Paris, "Please, that'd make her look better, and why would you want to help her achieve that? And then you'd get her little fandom running after you with hot curling irons and eyelash curlers. God knows what those could do to someone." So she had thought of ways to torture people with such beauty tools - you always had to be prepared, after all!
"Well, I'm not getting bitched at on a daily basis by an over achieving tour manager - so I'm happy as clam." Luke had turned into a very uptight and rather unruly guy. Riley couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she had to take it didn't she? He was her boss after all, and it was his way or the highway. He'd made that horribly, naggingly clear when he'd hired her. She could remember when he wasn't that way, but maybe some people changed.
Riley knew she had changed - somewhat - since before the tour atleast. She flipped the menu closed, leaning her elbows on the edge of the table with the palms of hands supporting her chin. She had one of those outlandish moments, when she suddenly would just burst into a random thought, "Ha, what if Fall Out Boy kicked your ass at the Grammy's?" The thought entertained her. She knew he couldn't stand such a band, and she had a very strong and similar opinion, but such irony? Well, that would certainly cause an uproar for the media vampires to sink their fangs into. "You know... The headlines would read, 'Lars Trell Goes Batshit Crazy; and murders the FOB bassist!"
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Post by elLIE on May 13, 2009 17:48:14 GMT -5
I WANNA WAKE UP
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"I got rid of the asian sensation," Lars confirmed through laughs as he nodded his head, smiling down at his coke , mixing the content with his straw before sipping at it. Lars glanced out the window as Riley went on about the L.A. women, a little grin on his face as he listened to her absently.
"Well you know," Lars said shrugging, turning his face away from the sunny window and over to the walkway to the other side of him before focusing on her infront of him, "Most of the women in L.A. are just looking for rich singles anyway, that's like... what this city's for."
Lars scoffed at her remark about Luke, Lars had a mouthful to tell him, eventually. But the fact that the London stunt could have killed him, and he could seriously file for a lawsuit seemed like much too much to have on his mind while he was on tour, so he left it at that. "What's Luke got with you?" Lars said eying her through his sunglasses, "I mean you know.. like, the London thing," Lars said cracking a grin, "You didn't happen to take picture's of my shirtless and sweating self did you?" It was odd how Lars couldn't keep that certain incident in a serious direction, but hell, passing out from heat stroke, blacking out from drugs.. it was all the same pretty much wasn't it? Just another day in the life.
Lars was just about to open his mouth to ask about the Grammies when she infact brought it up herself, causing him to lean back dramatically into the booth. "Fall Out Boy.... would never, are they even nominated this year? Just no. Older fanbase means more participating tax payers. Thank. You." Not as if that truly made the biggest difference, but hey! The majority of his fans could drive atleast right? "Plus, I could kick those fucking monkey's asses any day, as fucking if!" He said said with a grin, letting go of the topic.
"About the Grammies though," he said on a more serious note, switching his brain to the question, "I wanted-". The waitress came then with a pen and pad to take their order. She walked off once they were done, Lars glancing back to Riley, having momentarily lost his train of thought.
"So," he started again regaining his thoughts, "I initially invited you here," he said wavning a long fry around to indicate the diner, "to ask you if you wnated to go to the Grammies with me as my date," he said finally munching on the french fry as he waited for her reply.
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Post by Riley Newark on May 13, 2009 19:05:50 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes. Sweating shirtless self, "Why are you running out of masturbation material?" She retorted with wit and perhaps with a mild edge. So he'd asked about Luke, "Oh I don't know, there's just... history there, and I was never fond of history in high school." She'd leave it at that for now. Riley had been witness to the fire fest that Luke seemed to have during their set though. "He's just very moody, I guess."
Ah yes, bimbo ass blondes looking for horny old geezers. She weighed the consequences, "Well, I guess the fucker will die anyway. Just give him really good sex, he'll keel over from a heart attack and voila, instant millionaire... Hell, I might have to get me a sugar daddy." Grinning widely, she knew she'd never do that. She didn't want to have to wait for some fucking viagra to kick in while she was brewing a storm, no. That was not for her... Maybe eventually when she was older and it would take longer to get aroused, maybe - but hell, she needed someone who could respond to and keep up with her pace.
So he'd had a vendetta all along! After the waitress walked off, he'd requested her company to the fancy little awards show. "Well, I don't know, I'll have to check my schedule..." Riley would go with him, but she just felt like pestering the hell out of him. "I guess I could... To make you look less lame than you already are..."
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