` live as a winner, die as a sinner - evan

[ERIK BJÖRNSTAD!]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top: #002436 8px solid; border-bottom: #002436 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/pattern3.gif);] [atrb=width,400] tales of love & hatred Erik rubbed his eyes as he walked clumsily down the sidewalk, with Miss Evangeline trailing behind him. His vans slapped the concrete loudly as he walked. Pulling his phone out, he squinted uncomfortably trying to read the time and it read about 2:45am. He stopped walking and turned around, crossing his arms. He brought his green eyes to look at the girl. "Evan, let's be real here m'kay," he slurred, "do you think it's really worth trying to find the bus lot?" He gave a small chuckle and shrugged at Evan. They'd just been out at a club for a TGIF Friday and Erik was almost positive he'd drank way too much. Not enough to feel sick, just enough to make walking an activity that required much concentration. Evan was someone he found he could have a good time with very easily. She knew his situation, but she didn't assume he was an asshole like a lot of girls on the tour. He admired that about her. The man looked up at the building to his right and "motel" flashed brightly at him. He slowed his pace but kept walking as he turned his head to her, "Bingo, come on." He walked into the building, the automatic doors confusing his drunken mind for a moment as he walked up to the desk. He cleared his throat and put on his best sober act. "Hi, can we get a room for the night?" The small brunette woman behind the desk rolled her eyes and tossed him a keycard. "Thanks doll," he smiled, winking at the girl. He would never have such a nerve sober, thank god. He reached for Evan's hand and pulled her behind him as he walked to the elevator, the doors opened as they walked up, conveniently enough. Erik walked in and let Evan go and leant against the mirrored wall, sighing. "Room 46," he said simply, flapping the card in front of her. The doors opened and Erik walked down the hall, reading the numbers on the doors, and slowing at number 40. He smiled at the gold 46 and he unlocked the door, walking inside; tossing the keycard on a dresser. He looked at the bed and grinned, "Sweeeeet." He fell on his back on the mattress and let out a big exaggerated sigh. Adjusting the bandana he was wearing, he reached out with one arm and grabbed a pillow and chucked it playfully at Evan. tag: evan word count: 395 outfit: clicknotes: w000, drunk erik.

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[EVANGELINE MONROE!]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] that's how it's supposed to be, living young, wild & free As her heels clicked against the rough surface of the sidewalk, she glanced around at her surroundings. Her head was spinning in an extremely delightful way, but it was making it increasingly difficult to figure out where they were or where they were going. She knew that the venue and the tour buses was where they wanted to be, but it seemed particularly daunting to even consider trying to find them. Sure, Evan had paid some attention when she and the man she had partied with all night had gone out to find alcohol. Regardless, she’d lost track and now she hadn’t the faintest idea where they were. Beyond that, trying to figure it out required a thought process that would kill her buzz. That was about the last thing she wanted to do at this point. The dark-haired girl breathed an audible sound of relief when Erik’s words finally registered in her brain. “Now that is what I’d been hoping you’d say.” She said, hearing the drunken slurs in her own voice. It was right around that time that she knew for a fact that she was very drunk. She followed Erik into the building, not bothering to look up and find out where they were going. Instead, she quickened her pace in an attempt to catch up to him. Unfortunately for her, that was a bad idea and she nearly tripped over her own heels. “Oops.” She said, after she’d grabbed a hold of the edge of the front desk and caught herself. A giggle escaped before she could prevent it. After that, she quieted down and tucked her one hand into the bend of Erik’s elbow, as if he would somehow save her from her embarrassment. Before she could comprehend what was going on, Erik had a hold of her hand and was leading her into the elevator. “You are moving way too fast for me, Bjorn… B.. Bjorns—” The fact that she was slurring and stuttering over his last name frustrated her. “Fuck it.” By then, they were in the elevator and she took that chance to remove her heels. When the door slid open, Evan eagerly followed her friend out of the elevator and, eventually, into their room, not noticing that she’d left her shoes behind. “So much better than trying to find Narnia.” She commented with a grin, assessing what the hotel room had to offer. “And by Narnia, I mean—” She stopped short then, gasping in fake shock as the pillow hit her and fell to the floor. “How dare you!” Bending to grab the pillow, she ran and took a flying leap onto the bed with Erik. Next, she scrambled to climb onto her knees, wound up and hit Erik gently in the face with the same pillow. words: 468 - tags: erik - outfit: click (with skinny jeans)

[ERIK BJÖRNSTAD!]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top: #002436 8px solid; border-bottom: #002436 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/pattern3.gif);] [atrb=width,400] tales of love & hatred The thought that there may be tourists innocently sleeping in this motel was not one that crossed Erik's mind and so his laughs were loud and uncontrolled. The way Evan gasped at him made him chuckle and her words made him automatically get into a fetal-like protective position. Even in his drunken mind he had a sense of when he'd done something that deserved payback and he could see that that moment was right now. The man laughed and stuttered, "H-h-hey, be cool! Be cool!" But it was too late for that, the girl had leapt onto the bed and he scrambled as far as he could before his back hit the wall. He held out his arm in an attempt to take the pillow she was wielding but was unsuccessful and he earnt himself a smack to the face. "Hit with my own weapon!" he said with a tone of disgust. He pulled the pillow from her grip and hugged it tightly to his body. Narrowing his eyes at the girl he looked at her a little sarcastically, "That was rude." He smirked and ran his fingers through his fringe, shaking his hair back out of his face. He was glad he had someone like Evan around. Someone who would screw about, get drunk and have a good time with. Someone totally not judgemental of him who enjoyed having his company. It was great. It was really a blessing to him right now. "You shouldn't hit people Evan..." he started, sitting up somewhat neatly, "-geline Monroe." With the finishing of his sentence the pillow he'd restrained from her hit her across the face gently and Erik shot up and off the bed, to the furthest point of the room. The look in her eye shocked fear right into him and he grinned, laughing a little, holding his arms out. He knew he'd done it now. Not only had he hit her again, but he'd called her by her full name. "Okay, I apologise for that," he moved slowly around the room, his arms remaining in a defensive position, "but maybe you can find it in your heart, to... not... hurt... me..." he trailed off, chuckling nervously at the dark-haired girl. tag: evan word count: 381 outfit: clicknotes: bah it sucks, sorry ;-;

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[EVANGELINE MONROE!]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 350px; padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/w6MZf.png);] that's how it's supposed to be, living young, wild & free After eluding Erik’s attempt to save himself and managing to hit him in the face with the pillow, Evan gave him a mischievous grin. She giggled at the same time, her good mood paired with her drunkenness causing her to find the situation much too amusing. It was a little strange for her, really – partying with Erik just to party, goofing off with him and knowing that it wasn’t going to end with anything sexual. For Evan, if she ended up in a hotel room with a guy after a night of partying with him, a pillow fight was the last thing that they would use the room for. It put her a little out of her element, but it was refreshing, too. It was nice to know that Erik enjoyed her company and not just her body. The instant that Erik started trying to steal the pillow from her, she giggled and shook her head at the same time, attempting to keep him from disarming her. “It’s the best kind of—” She stopped short as the pillow was tugged from her grasp, sighing lightly. “I think stealing from me was more rude.” She shot back, a smirk lingering on her features. Just as she had been about to scoot herself closer and try to grab either the pillow he was now holding onto or one of the pillows that remained on the bed. She hadn’t had a chance to do either one, unfortunately, before she was distracted by the sound of her full name. There were only certain people who could get away with that and Erik was one of them, but she played along and reacted dramatically. “How dare you!” She said, increasing the volume of her voice a couple notches. Grabbing a couple of the pillows off the bed, she climbed to her feet and started moving towards him, each step cautious and measured, as if she was planning a full scale attack. “Oh, you best think again with that request, dear Erik. You know I don’t take too nicely to things like that.” With that, she threw one of the pillows through the air. In immediate follow-up, she partially tackled him, so that Erik’s balance was off but both of them remained on their feet. Once she’d accomplished that, she wound up and smacked him with the second pillow for good measure. It was then that she retreated, high-tailing it across the room and hiding in the bathroom without bothering to close the door behind her. words: 421 - tags: erik - outfit: click (with skinny jeans)

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