Deck of Cards 5/?
Title: Deck of Cards
Author: pul_the_triger
Pairing: mainly: Frank/Gerard/Mikey with several from the Used, FOB, 30stm and Panic at the Disco
Rating: progressive R
POV: shifting from Gerard to Mikey and or first an second person
Summary: These streets are like our homecoming to where our lives began. Where we did rugby, cardboard houses and expired cans of meat. This deck of cards is a box of memories about how much these streets mean to me
Disclaimer: i dont own any of the characters merely the plot
Dedication: restriction for the picspam that inspired this story
Beta: eveseventy6 and angel_x_x
Warnings: this has alot of bad influences, drugs, alcohol, abuse, incest, gambling and much more.
Introduction / 1st Draw / 2nd Draw / 3rd Draw / 4th Draw
5th Draw
*italics are what’s happening in Mikey's Pov*
*regular font is what happening from Gee's Pov*
*The events are happening at the same time/overlapping*
*bold is to what they’re thinking of at the same time*
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It was that time of the month again...
I try to make my dress shirt look as clean and pressed as possible, making sure my hair and eyeliner do their part. I always try to look presentable when I know the crowd.
I don’t know though, if I’m just trying to comfort myself by doing this on a consistent schedule. .
The bar owner only gives me a gruff call and I timidly step out of the makeshift dressing room, clutching closer to my chest the crumpled sheets of paper that were my piece of music for tonight.
I give it to the keyboardist, the guitarist and drummer, who were new again this month, I never saw the same face twice. I would like to believe though they were off to better careers.
Unlike me, who was here every month.
The crowd didn’t notice a thing, merely drowning out their surroundings in alcohol and cigarettes like I would have done if I didn’t find this harder, living I mean.
I give the cue, and the band started up the calming melody.
"She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene..." I closed my eyes, supporting myself with the mic stand as I sang through the first verse to build up some momentum for the chorus.
"People always told me be careful what you do
And don’t go around breaking young girl's hearts
And mother always told me be careful who you love
And be careful what you do cause the lie becomes the truth..."
I hold the cards tightly in my hands, the ten grand in my pocket already reduced to a bit over half. The remaining amount is meant for the last bet I was going to put out for the night. It’s my savings but by fuck do I feel lucky tonight.
It was me against twelve of the richest people I’ve heard of. Several owned major media companies around the country, aside from Bert who owned a casino in Las Vegas. I can’t help but think Bert is only waiting for me to lose, just so he can look like a saint and make me work for him.
"Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims I am the one
But the kid is not my son.
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son"
I add a small growl to my jump as the song is something like blues and rock feel. I want to put more feeling into. I can see that I caught the crowd's attention.
Bert, someone named Brendon, his companion Spencer and myself were the only ones left. A twenty grand pot between us, our final bets before a face off.
I pull out what remains of my ten grand and some of my winnings of the night.
Brendon nudges Spencer grinning, and they share a few whispers. Spencer pushes his pile of chips towards Brendon and folds. Bert weirdly does the same thing and the two look to Brendon then to me.
The way he adds the pile of money to the pot disturbs me, this was pure confidence.
"For forty days and forty nights
The law was on her side
But who can stand when she’s in demand
Her schemes and plans,
Cause we danced on the floor, in the round
So take my strong advice, just remember to always think twice."
"Tell you what Michael." Brendon started "If I lose this bet, I’m personally handing you a million dollar contract that Spencer and I planned to sign."
He smirks.
"Don’t worry, its nothing you can’t do. But hey, I heard you never lost once... not on purpose anyway."
I thought it over for a few seconds, and nodded. Hey, if I don’t sign it, it’s not official right? But if I do win this, I’m assured of living expenses for the next year or so.
"She looked at me, she showed me a photo
My baby cried, cause his eyes were like mine"
I was panting as I stalked around the stage, the crowd was looking at me intently. I could have sworn someone was crying at the edge of the bar.
"Then the smell of sweet perfume
This happened much too soon
She called me to her room..."
I could feel the adrenaline setting in, I had a full house; Ace of hearts, Ace of diamonds, Ace of spades, 8 of spades and 8 of hearts. Hell, I had faster hands than any dealer Bert could ever hire. There were only a few hands that could beat mine now.
"People always told me be careful what you do
Don’t go around breaking young girl's hearts..."
I looked around the crowd, I swore I saw a familiar face somewhere. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, I didn’t know if it was tears or sweat anymore. I breathed with the music.
"My mother always told me be careful who you love
And be careful what you do cause the lie becomes the truth."
I braced myself to sing the loudest and highest part of the song.
"She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
She says I’m the one, she says he is my son
She says I’m the ooooonnnneeeee...."
Still panting, my hair dripping with sweat, I take a small bow and leave the stage. The bar returns to its own melancholy atmosphere, as if I had never been there.
But when I go to my dressing room, I’m surprised at who is sitting there.
"Frank?"
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Author's Note: wow i think thats one of the longest chapters i wrote so far... okay to answer the question to who Gerard bumped into that morning its a factor for something else in the chapter so is why Frank is there in the first place.
much love out to my betas :D
I'm on the search for a co writer, preferably someone 30stm FOB and Panic experienced person :D comment and i'll send you my email...
also next chapter will be a major turn in the story...
listen to the version of the song (originally sang by micheal jackson) i had in mind here
reviews=love concrit=more love updates=i love you guys
Author: pul_the_triger
Pairing: mainly: Frank/Gerard/Mikey with several from the Used, FOB, 30stm and Panic at the Disco
Rating: progressive R
POV: shifting from Gerard to Mikey and or first an second person
Summary: These streets are like our homecoming to where our lives began. Where we did rugby, cardboard houses and expired cans of meat. This deck of cards is a box of memories about how much these streets mean to me
Disclaimer: i dont own any of the characters merely the plot
Dedication: restriction for the picspam that inspired this story
Beta: eveseventy6 and angel_x_x
Warnings: this has alot of bad influences, drugs, alcohol, abuse, incest, gambling and much more.
Introduction / 1st Draw / 2nd Draw / 3rd Draw / 4th Draw
5th Draw
*italics are what’s happening in Mikey's Pov*
*regular font is what happening from Gee's Pov*
*The events are happening at the same time/overlapping*
*bold is to what they’re thinking of at the same time*
---------- -------- ----------- --------------- ----------------- ---------------
It was that time of the month again...
I try to make my dress shirt look as clean and pressed as possible, making sure my hair and eyeliner do their part. I always try to look presentable when I know the crowd.
I don’t know though, if I’m just trying to comfort myself by doing this on a consistent schedule. .
The bar owner only gives me a gruff call and I timidly step out of the makeshift dressing room, clutching closer to my chest the crumpled sheets of paper that were my piece of music for tonight.
I give it to the keyboardist, the guitarist and drummer, who were new again this month, I never saw the same face twice. I would like to believe though they were off to better careers.
Unlike me, who was here every month.
The crowd didn’t notice a thing, merely drowning out their surroundings in alcohol and cigarettes like I would have done if I didn’t find this harder, living I mean.
I give the cue, and the band started up the calming melody.
"She was more like a beauty queen from a movie scene..." I closed my eyes, supporting myself with the mic stand as I sang through the first verse to build up some momentum for the chorus.
"People always told me be careful what you do
And don’t go around breaking young girl's hearts
And mother always told me be careful who you love
And be careful what you do cause the lie becomes the truth..."
I hold the cards tightly in my hands, the ten grand in my pocket already reduced to a bit over half. The remaining amount is meant for the last bet I was going to put out for the night. It’s my savings but by fuck do I feel lucky tonight.
It was me against twelve of the richest people I’ve heard of. Several owned major media companies around the country, aside from Bert who owned a casino in Las Vegas. I can’t help but think Bert is only waiting for me to lose, just so he can look like a saint and make me work for him.
"Billie Jean is not my lover
She's just a girl who claims I am the one
But the kid is not my son.
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son"
I add a small growl to my jump as the song is something like blues and rock feel. I want to put more feeling into. I can see that I caught the crowd's attention.
Bert, someone named Brendon, his companion Spencer and myself were the only ones left. A twenty grand pot between us, our final bets before a face off.
I pull out what remains of my ten grand and some of my winnings of the night.
Brendon nudges Spencer grinning, and they share a few whispers. Spencer pushes his pile of chips towards Brendon and folds. Bert weirdly does the same thing and the two look to Brendon then to me.
The way he adds the pile of money to the pot disturbs me, this was pure confidence.
"For forty days and forty nights
The law was on her side
But who can stand when she’s in demand
Her schemes and plans,
Cause we danced on the floor, in the round
So take my strong advice, just remember to always think twice."
"Tell you what Michael." Brendon started "If I lose this bet, I’m personally handing you a million dollar contract that Spencer and I planned to sign."
He smirks.
"Don’t worry, its nothing you can’t do. But hey, I heard you never lost once... not on purpose anyway."
I thought it over for a few seconds, and nodded. Hey, if I don’t sign it, it’s not official right? But if I do win this, I’m assured of living expenses for the next year or so.
"She looked at me, she showed me a photo
My baby cried, cause his eyes were like mine"
I was panting as I stalked around the stage, the crowd was looking at me intently. I could have sworn someone was crying at the edge of the bar.
"Then the smell of sweet perfume
This happened much too soon
She called me to her room..."
I could feel the adrenaline setting in, I had a full house; Ace of hearts, Ace of diamonds, Ace of spades, 8 of spades and 8 of hearts. Hell, I had faster hands than any dealer Bert could ever hire. There were only a few hands that could beat mine now.
"People always told me be careful what you do
Don’t go around breaking young girl's hearts..."
I looked around the crowd, I swore I saw a familiar face somewhere. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, I didn’t know if it was tears or sweat anymore. I breathed with the music.
"My mother always told me be careful who you love
And be careful what you do cause the lie becomes the truth."
I braced myself to sing the loudest and highest part of the song.
"She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
She says I’m the one, she says he is my son
She says I’m the ooooonnnneeeee...."
Still panting, my hair dripping with sweat, I take a small bow and leave the stage. The bar returns to its own melancholy atmosphere, as if I had never been there.
But when I go to my dressing room, I’m surprised at who is sitting there.
"Frank?"
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Author's Note: wow i think thats one of the longest chapters i wrote so far... okay to answer the question to who Gerard bumped into that morning its a factor for something else in the chapter so is why Frank is there in the first place.
much love out to my betas :D
I'm on the search for a co writer, preferably someone 30stm FOB and Panic experienced person :D comment and i'll send you my email...
also next chapter will be a major turn in the story...
listen to the version of the song (originally sang by micheal jackson) i had in mind here
reviews=love concrit=more love updates=i love you guys