Post by GAMBIT SLADE! on Jun 28, 2012 15:39:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://img822.imageshack.us/img822/4997/backgroundtileg.jpg); padding: 5px; width: 450px, height: 300px, bTable][atrb=vAlign,top] | [atrb=vAlign,top] knock, knock let me in, let me be your secret sin ○○○ to be honest, gambit honestly couldn't remember the last time that he had ever felt this clean. not in a sexual-health kind of way, considering he took that kind of shit pretty seriously (who wanted warts growing on their balls?), but in a.. general way. he'd cleaned up relatively nice for the awards, and much to his surprise, he had actually decided to stick with the same outfit throughout the entire night. well, apart from the couple songs they had done at the beginning of the night, which had just called for a topless live performance from most of the band members, but it was a good kick-off in gambit's eyes for the entire night. and of course he'd think so, considering the cheers only grew in volume as soon as shirts started to get pulled off. more importantly, he'd shaved right before his shower that night, figuring that he'd give whatever lucky lady caught his attention tonight a little bit of an easier time without his lazy stubble. all in all, between the jeans that didn't have a single hole in them, to the pure black chuck taylors on his feet, he could've given himself a pat on the back for looking a little bit more presentable than his usual grungy i-don't-give-a-fuck style. the night progressed rather quickly, surprisingly, for gambit, as well. usually things like awards took too long in his mind, and he couldn't wait to get to the partying afterwards. most of the reason as to why he found it so.. refreshing might've been the fact that they had won two awards. and winning awards that had nothing at all to do with the industry, but the fans voting, really got his blood pumping. and, as that saying goes, time tends to fly a lot faster when you're enjoying yourself. it wasn't until after all the awards and the fans who were lucky enough to score some time to get their things signed and ask questions about the band that gambit's actual night started. he'd been anticipating the after parties since he'd woken up late that afternoon, his mind racing with so many different tastes that he'd experience (most of which being alcohol, of course), the people he'd meet, and the situations he might get himself caught up in. last awards that they had been involved in, he had literally been volunteered for a threesome, and even if he hadn't wanted to comply, he still wouldn't have had a choice in the matter. so, needles to say, he was a little more than eager to see how things rolled out. after splitting from a group of eager fans and obvious groupies, slade made his way up towards the bar to grab himself another refill. he had lost track on how many he'd had so far, and with how early it still was, he didn't plan on slowing himself down anytime soon. unfortunately, the busy bartenders had another idea for gambit's time-span, and he was literally left standing there, whistling the acoustics to their song snuff while they tried to complete the orders they were already dealing with. it wasn't until he had started to look for things to occupy himself while he waited, that he noticed the band's new manager in a discussion with a few guys. at first, he hadn't thought anything of it, and glanced away to find that distraction that he'd been originally searching for. but, as his eyes were parting from the scene, he caught from the corner of his gaze very agitated body language. pulling his eyebrows together in confusion, his attention was drawn back to the group of three, noticing that it seemed to be the two guys against abby, and they were discussing something that was getting heated pretty quickly. what it was about, he had no idea; for all he knew, it could've been a few idiots that didn't like the band, or the fact that their favourite band was being managed by a woman who was trying to straighten them up. but it didn't really matter. gambit wasn't the type to turn the other cheek and ignore something like that, sober or otherwise. without much thought behind it, he started towards the group, his steps confident in what he was doing, though he carried his normal posture and weight about himself as he did. the guy farthest from abby, the one who wasn't currently trying to force his opinion down her throat, caught sight of gambit, and his eyes widened. at first gambit thought it was fear, but then the look of familiarity kicked in. great. so it was a couple fans trying to hussle something out of her. before the one who'd noticed him could mention it to his friend, gambit pushed between them and snaked his arm around abby's shoulders in a brotherly-protective way, and obnoxiously carried his voice over the guy talking, interrupting him without a care. "s'cuse us, would ya? i need abby for jello shots- and no, you're not invited. i think the asshole area's outside, actually. why don't you go find someone to jerk off?" they both stuttered for responses, but gambit was too busy leading abby towards the spot he'd been occupying at the bar to bother trying to listen, all the while his arm still wrapped around her shoulders. once they got there, he glanced back towards the spot they had been, glad to see that they had either taken off entirely, or had just moved their location. releasing abby, he tried to wave down another bartender, the incident that happened only moments ago long gone from his train of thought. "well," he started, glancing at her with a bit of a smirk after he unsuccessfully tried to capture one of the bartender's attention. "slade cleans up real nice, huh? look, mom, no holes." with a chuckle, he pushed away from the bar to let her see his jeans better, but quickly moved to pull his vest together, hiding his tee shirt's torso. "the holes in the shirt don't count, though. this is literally the only presentable tee shirt i have in my possession." abby ○ 1031 ○ outfit ○ fuckyeh gambit muse. |
