( lets play a LOVEGAME ---♥

[james ryan morgan]

( PEOPLE MOVING ALL THE TIME )

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[/b] Like he expected after a few minutes of waiting, she agreed to accompany him. Who wouldn’t want to go party with James? He was outgoing and known as the life of the party. Plus, James and Delilah hit the party scene together pretty often. A night with them usually ended in one of their beds as well. They had an interesting relationship going for them. Often times, they’ll call each other up in the middle of the night if they’re feeling a bit on the “lonely” side. James managed to push himself from the couch, finally having something entertaining to do. He decided he should take a shower, even though he had taken one in the morning too. But, he always felt dirty if he didn’t take a shower in the evening. Call it his only “girly” quality if you will. Once finished, he stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. Wanting to go with a casual look, James picked out a simple pair of jeans, a white, long sleeved collared shirt with brown horizontal stripes. As for shoes, he slipped on a pair of white Nikes. His hair was dried with a towel and left sort of messy. It didn’t look bad though, because his hair was short so it was a neat kind of messy. He didn’t feel like shaving, so he left the stubble around his jaw line, chin, and upper lip.

Deciding to be slightly responsible, James took a cab rather than driving like he usually did. I say slightly responsible because there’s a big chance at him getting extremely drunk tonight, but at least he won’t be driving. Usually, he’d drive to the club and leave his car at the club so he could take a cab home. Then he’d go back later in the day to get his car. But the last time he did that, some idiot broke into it through the window and stole some random cash James had lying around. The cash being stolen wasn’t much of a problem since he’s loaded anyway, but the fact that someone actually had the guts to break into his car, pissed him off. So he’d avoid doing that again at any cost. Once they arrived, James handed the cab driver a wad of cash, leaving a nice tip before exiting the vehicle. Entering Webster Hall, James was greeted by a mob of people. The place was packed. He loved it when there was a huge crowd. James headed straight for the bar, ordering his usual; vodka tonic on the rocks. James sipped on the strong alcoholic beverage, trying not to get too carried away as he waited for Delilah to arrive. Ah what the hell, a couple more drinks wouldn’t hurt as he waited…[/ul]

notes: this is pretty sucky. sorreh. Dx
word count: 1,140
tag: Delilah Dupont
outfit: ow ooow
listening to: Lovegame - Lady Gaga
template by wreckoftheday ! of caution.

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---- Delilah dupont was one of those people who showed visible signs of multiple personality disorder without having it - or so she hoped, if she truely had such a mental disorder, it would probably not do wonders with her life. Never since she was twelve had she gone to bed before 3 a.m. . Up to this part, it was all normal. She doubted anyone who grew up in the same social circle she did had. The thing was, they all had similar reasons - they were partying, fucking, getting wasted or doing another activity normal parents would disapprove of. With delilah, though, the situation was different. Yes, those same reasons applied to her too- but only half of the time. The rest of the time, the activities she was engaged with would be the ones that most of her social circle wouldn't be caught dead doing. No, she would not be shopping in a store with a sale - she would be reading, writing, watching indie flicks, or listening to a demo of the newest brit-pop or indie band in town. The common sense was that these weren't exactly the type of activities that a person who grew up the way she did would get too caught up doing that she would forget to sleep - of course, reading was an exception, it had lately been excepted by most people that if it was twilight you were reading, getting too caught up was very possible - but somehow, when she was doing one of these, delilah would forget that she was a human being with natural need of sleep, and would stay up as long as it would take for her to think she was done. This wouldn't be a problem if she would be able to manage to get trough a day with little sleep, because then, she could go to bed whenever she wanted and wake up in normal hours. But the girl had to sleep for at least eight hours and would wake up around noon with a very cranky attitude because she had missed out on the whole morning. Yes, a normal person who liked morning time would give up on either going to bed late, or sleeping that much, but it was widely known that "normal" wasn't one of the many words that could be used to describe delilah.

---- And today was no exception. Just like any other day, delilah had woke up around noon, with a nasty headache to go with her mood. The headache was probably because of the bottle of whisky that accompanied her reading session last night - and another headache would strike when her father found out she stole one of his whisky bottles. It had been torture, trying to get out of bed. It hadn't been any easier to go to the kitchen for a cup of coffee either. But after an hour of yelling at everyone in the household including the dogs, a long shower, three cups of coffee and three pain killers, the girls mood had switched from stromy to sunny. With delilah, instant mood changes were definetly to be expected. Anyway, after she had shaken up the terrible mood she was in, the girl had finally remembered that she had to be at the university, just fifteen minutes before the time she had to be there. Purely out of luck, she had managed to be there at time - it would normally take thirty minutes for her to just to decide what to wear. But she was there just in time to talk to her professor and get the new dates of their finals. After that, she had rushed to broadway, carrying the edited script of a play the professor she talked to was writing, had a quick meal, went to a book store and picked up a few books. While she was walking down madison, she had ran into a friend, who was clearly out shopping and needed a second opinion on what to buy. And although she wasn't exactly excited about the idea of being a part of the girl's shopping trip, she had been forced to do so. The trip lasted for three hours, and the sad part was, the girl only got a dress and a pair of shoes.

---- So when she finally got home, she was exhausted. She had plans to turn on the tv, just to fall asleep during the commercials - which was very unlike her, but then again, three hour shopping trips weren't exaclty on the list of the things she usually did either. She was just about to fall asleep when the vibration of her phone almost caused for her to fall off the couch. She checked the phone to see it was a text from james, asking for her to meet him at the webster hall. She was starting to think she was becoming a booty call, and this wasn't only the case with james. The thought was extremely annoying, she wasn't exactly the type of the girl to take pride in the number of people in her phone list that she have fucked - but she was starting to think that after a point, it was inevitable. Her mind worked in strange ways, and she thought that one night stands, even repeated ones, were not a big deal. This wasn't exactly being easy, it wasn't like she was out looking for people to end up in bed with - she just didn't care if it did. "keep repeating that to yourself," robert would say - for her cousin, this was just another opportunity to annoy delilah - and sometimes, she thought he was right.

---- For a second, she considered saying no - not really because she wanted to erase the image "booty call" she created, but because she was tired. But the loud music would cure that, plus, a few drinks wouldn't hurt. So shortly after she received the text, she texted the boy back telling him she would be there. With great effort, she managed to get up, and change into an outfit more suitable. After searching for her house keys for about twenty minutes - it was highly possible for none of her siblings to be at home when she arrived - she was good to go. She grabbed her coat and took the elevator down stairs. Seeing her got out of the building, the doorman called a cab for her - he knew that if she was going out this late, she would probably not use her car. Getting inside the car, she told the driver she was going to the webster hall. Her luck from before this day seemed to have faded thought, because the traffic was a mess, and the five minute drive to the webster hall took an entire half an hour. When they finally arrived, she literally threw herself out of the cab, and took a deep breath. She didn't have the patience to wait, so she handed the bouncer a hundred dollar bill and entered the place. After taking a minute to let her eyes adjust the light, her shift gazed through the bar, spotting james easily, and started heading to his direction.

--- Word Count : 1207
--- Music : Radiohead - High and Dry, to be specific - oh, and the lyrics up there are slightly wrongg.
--- Attire : click?
--- Notes : Ultimate faill. I blame whoever translated the witch of portobello, because he/she made me --- write like thiss.