i'm low on gas and you need a jacket - adrian

[COLT MORETTI!]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #ffffff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; height: 50px;] yooo here it is ###idk [/style] She was obliterated. Colt normally really didn't get so drunk. But as of lately, she just felt like it was a good time for her. Plus, she had a baby sitter for Milo and it didn't seem to be a problem. She would easily wake up the next day and that would be that. No problem really, well to her at least. She didn't know how Milo saw it. She worried sometimes, about how her son saw her when she stumbled on the bus drunk. This was why she was at a hotel, sending texts to people to join in her on the road to hell or whatever her drunken mind had came up with. To be honest Colt just needed someone to hang out with and if it was a male then hey that would be nice. Sitting at the bar, the female started to twirl her hair. Her hand wrapped around the glass filled with all sorts of alcohol. She took a sip as the burn that had once been there in the beginning disappeared. She stopped caring about how the alcohol felt and cared about how it affected her and it seemed to be doing his job. Running a hand through her hair again, she pushed it to the side and out of her eyes as she sighed, finishing the drink and placing the glass on the bar and waving for another one. Colt got the doubtful look from the bartender and raised her eyebrow. "Just get me a fucking refill and I'll pay extra if you keep your goddamn mouth shut." Her thick Italian accent had made the words a bit well hard to comprehend. But the man just shrugged her shoulders and set a new glass down as Colt sifted through the money she had and placed another twenty on the table, hopefully to cover the next three drinks for her.

[ADRIAN FREDRICK!]

adrian was laying in his tour bus bunk when the sounds of his text message alert filled his ears. he opened his half closed eyes and rolled over to reach to where his cell was sitting plugged in. he unplugged it, rolled back over and glanced at the message. it was colt sending an obvious mass text that said. 'somones please come entertain me at the motel acrss te steret. drinnnnkkkk.' adrian chuckled at the message and her attempt get him, or probably any other guy to come join her. he pondered the idea of getting out of his almost slumber to go keep the woman company. it was apparent that she had found someone to watch her devil of a son and was looking for someone to bang one out with. or maybe adrian was just practicing wishful thinking. the last time colt and adrian had seen each other, it began in a fist fight and ended in angry sex. well, now that adrian thought about it, that was pretty much every time they hung out. adrian enjoyed colt's company most of the time, and just loved to piss her off. she was sexy when angry, and she was almost always yelling about one thing or another. he was pretty sure it came with being a mobster's daughter.

before adrian changed his mind, he rolled out of the bunk and over to his still unpacked suitcases. they had small cubby holes on the buses, but he was always way too lazy to put clothes into them. adrian grabbed a pair of skinny jeans and a tank top style shirt with some random design on it. he walked over to the mirror, fixed his hair with his hands a little and walked to the door. he slipped some random black shoes and walked out the door with his wallet and keys in hand, locking the door behind himself. the walk to he motel wasn't long at all, so he was there within ten minutes, and walking up to the bar they had.

adrian hadn't even told her he was coming, but no one else was there sitting with her except a few random guys that didn't know her personally, but was still checking her out. their eye's turned to adrian as he walked up to her and he smiled at one guy and winked. adrian normally turned heads when he wore anything other than a long sleeved shirt and long pants simply because of his tattoos. that and his sexiness, or that was what he thought anyways.

adrian smirked at colt as he walked up the the bar and took a seat right beside her. he scooted his chair closer to her and spoke. "surprise" adrian sat his hand on her inner upper thigh and smiled slightly at her. he then turned his attention to the bartender who had asked him what he wanted. he order a shot of gin and threw it back as soon as it was handed to him. the bartender poured one more, and adrian threw that one back as well. the bartender gave him a weird look as he asked for another, and then a weird look to colt. adrian slammed the glass down just to make a noise. "another." he told the bartender in a slightly violent tone. the bartender shrugged at him and colt, and poured another. adrian laughed loudly and turned his attention back to colt. "you look delicious as always. where's the kid?" he asked her.

WORDS! five eight seven!!
STATUS! complete!!
TAGS! colt!!
NOTES! nomnomnom!!
INSPIRATION! kimbra - settle down!!
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3

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[COLT MORETTI!]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] [style=background-color: #ffffff; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; height: 50px;] yooo here it is ###idk [/style] Oh it was never a good idea to leave a drunk bored Colt alone with alcohol. Despite being kicked out of the mob for whatever reason she was kicked out of. She liked getting wasted and forgetting everything about her family, her jailed sister. She was concerned with that fact. Twins were suppose to watch over each other right? Colt had done a shitty job of that but then again, she had Milo and with her father being in jail also. The girl couldn't risk it. Taking another sip from the glass, she looked over at the bartender and smirked as she shook her head and finished the glass once again. "Another dear bartender sir." She grumbled as she figured the man knew she wasn't going to stop for any reason oh no not at all. She was going to keep drinking and probably going to keep getting angry. It was the Italian blood in her. She was always angry though. It was how Colt processed her thoughts in anger. She didn't noticed Adrian sliding in next to her. She was too busy checking her phones for texts from hott guys. But she wasn't getting any and she figured that's because the normal ones were asleep at this time. Yeah, that was totally it. She ran a hand through her hair again and looked down at the already full glass. She took another sip from it and put it down on the bar as she started to make a text to send to Milo. Yes, it was probably a bad idea to give a eight year old a phone. But with being on tour, Colt rather he had one than not plus she could keep tabs on him. Being just like her, Colt was a bit worried that her sonmight get into the trouble that she might have gotten into when she was younger. Than again, at eight years old her father had handed her a gun to play with. One with blanks, but still she wasn't a normal kid and she had doubts that Milo would be too. Still she wasn't about to hand the kid a gun either. She heard the male's voice a hand on her leg and Colt nearly smacked the hand away until she realized it belonged to a familiar tattooed male. Rolling her eyes, Colt drank the rest of the contents of the glass as Adrian kept pounding away at the shots and ordered another. "Who demanded your presence" She mumbled in that drunk tone as she glared at him. The two fought constantly whenever they hung out and she had it in her head he was only here to torture her. Colt took finished her drink again and gave it to the bartender giving them weird looks. "Absinthe or something stronger than this please sir." She said as she gave the man a salute and turned to Adrian and rolled her eyes. "And you look... She pulled away a little to look at him. "Tattooed. He's with that um..tour head Trystan or Carson I think...I don't know." She shrugged, if she was sober Colt would know exactly where Milo was but right now, she was too drunk to even comprehend life. "Why the hell are you here?" She asked, raising her eyebrow.