Open Log
Who: Luke Ransom nota_ricequeen and Selene deals_death
What: Luke is walking around after a drunk Zach has fallen asleep in his bed.
Where: Wandering around near the Beach
When: late evening/early morning (about 2am-ish)
This wasn't even right. How the hell was that dumb little slut going to fall asleep in his bed. He had his own place to sleep at. Granted Luke had let the boy come over, and with beer the blonde boy couldn't complain in the slightest. To hell with that! Luke was in pain, and right now very drunk, and he couldn't even go sleep in his nice comfortable bed because some Edward Scissor hands looking fuck decided to sleep there instead. Frankly Luke didn't even have the energy to walk let alone shove the little tart off his bed and to the floor.
Now he wasn't doing much more then stumbling down the road and onto the beach no less. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen a beach that wasn't some sickly brown color. The waters of New Orleans were stagnant and the consistency of yogurt. Even in California it wasn't all that beautiful. Hell the ocean here now wasn't all that beautiful either, but at least it smelled better then the toxic waste of the Mississippi bayou.
The tall blonde didn't have any more energy to even stand at the moment, and there on the sand his knees gave out from under him and he fell. Right now he was drunk and alone, with his luck he'd fall asleep out here with dreams of Tran in his head, and he'd never wake up. What a romantic ending for him.
"If that fucker would have just went home instead of passing out in my fucking bed..." He muttered all but to himself before he was simply staring at the sky and willing his body to work again.
What: Luke is walking around after a drunk Zach has fallen asleep in his bed.
Where: Wandering around near the Beach
When: late evening/early morning (about 2am-ish)
This wasn't even right. How the hell was that dumb little slut going to fall asleep in his bed. He had his own place to sleep at. Granted Luke had let the boy come over, and with beer the blonde boy couldn't complain in the slightest. To hell with that! Luke was in pain, and right now very drunk, and he couldn't even go sleep in his nice comfortable bed because some Edward Scissor hands looking fuck decided to sleep there instead. Frankly Luke didn't even have the energy to walk let alone shove the little tart off his bed and to the floor.
Now he wasn't doing much more then stumbling down the road and onto the beach no less. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen a beach that wasn't some sickly brown color. The waters of New Orleans were stagnant and the consistency of yogurt. Even in California it wasn't all that beautiful. Hell the ocean here now wasn't all that beautiful either, but at least it smelled better then the toxic waste of the Mississippi bayou.
The tall blonde didn't have any more energy to even stand at the moment, and there on the sand his knees gave out from under him and he fell. Right now he was drunk and alone, with his luck he'd fall asleep out here with dreams of Tran in his head, and he'd never wake up. What a romantic ending for him.
"If that fucker would have just went home instead of passing out in my fucking bed..." He muttered all but to himself before he was simply staring at the sky and willing his body to work again.