Stayin' Afloat || Milo

[Zephyr Israel Wallace]

words;; 513 outfits;;Outfit Song used;; ---- notes;; 8U Forever aloner coming in

Saturday night and shouldn't he be partying?

Yeah right.

Man, this was weak, to tell the truth. Originally, what he planned for the evening was not leaving the comfort of the student lounge, watching some reruns of walking dead and hogging up a couch for himself; afterall, the school always had a quiet, more-ghostly looking during the weekends. And being the loser hasn't busted his ass to make some friends and instead sat around his dorm or being oddly lonely with doing shenanigans alone. Sure- there was a few nice people and some he could decently call friends, but...

You don't exactly see his phone going off like crazy with party invites, do you? Of course not.

So, realizing this sad little fact, instead of grabbing his snug-blanket, he grabbed a random jacket from the closet, kept the sleeves top he's been wearing for most of the day and pulled on some black jeans, he was heading off to have some fun. His hair was.... in need of a hair-cut, sure- unlike its usual shortness that kept it looking neat and tidy, it was unruly and the curls rebelled with staying in order; his face could of used a small shave too, seeing the stubble that was predominant on his face. Honestly, every since returning from Spain, he never really considered taking care of all this hair- why should he? Vain or not, he admittedly looked better with it all that his usual.

After some moments of asking directions, he finally found the hang-out he was looking for- the Gateway. The word on the street, it was best place to get smashed. Even though he was coming in alone- that wouldn't matter in the end. Probably he'll catch a familiar face here... or maybe a random hook-up. Though, a hook-up would depends if the person was worth or not; of course, he wasn't going to be anything easy- but a pretty little thing might sway his pickiness. That and some good, confidence-boosting alcohol. He stepped in, scanning the bar of its occupants- shame, nobody he recognized right away.

The usual hum of a pub, the smell of cigarettes and alcohol, the place giving a small, comfortable place. A drunk coziness. Ordering his first drink- Ze was planning to join in on the drunk part of that coziness. He found a open booth seat, he plopped down, and taking a few swig of his beer.

It wasn't his first time hanging alone- or hooking up. Instead of looking like that sad, little loner he was, he pulled out his phone and tried to look busy with something. Like some guy waiting for his friends to arrive or something as he took a few sips of beer.

In truth, the dude was actually on tumblr.

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[Milo Dakota Lark]

The Gateway, originally just another dimly lit bar with too-slow music and overpriced booze, had over the months become a center of gravity for Milo. He left, and he tried not to think about it when he wasn't there, but like his thoughts, he inevitably ended up right back here, leaning against the wall near the bathrooms, trying to look disinterested and inviting all at the same time. The funny thing was (and maybe it wasn't so funny) that when he was here was the only time he could really not think about what it was he did. Because while he was here, his mind was out the door, desperate to distract itself from what he would put it through. Again. Tonight it was hiding among old memories of his time with Satan's Disciples - staying up late, drinking together in some moth-eaten basement, safe in the knowledge that if someone crossed him, they crossed all of them.

A man gave him a look, then disappeared into the men's room. Milo rolled his shoulders and followed at a bored pace. "Fifty for knees, two bills for the whole deal," he rattled off. The man opened his mouth, and Milo could tell just from the look on his face that he was going to try to talk him down. The boy gave him a withering look. "Don't try to barter your whore. It's tacky, dude."

Fifty bucks later, he rinsed his mouth in the sink and headed back out into the bar, his john following close behind. The dude had the audacity to grab Milo's ass on his way out. "Dude!" he whined. He fingered the money in his pocket. Three of that was going to a drink to get the taste out of his mouth. He slapped a ten on the bar. "Beer and blood."

After a job, he could always feel the eyes of the whole place burning into him. Most of them knew what he was up to here, he was sure. He regularly paid off one of the bouncers to turn a blind eye.

Outfit: Clicky!
Tagged: Ze!
Notes: dun mind the angstpants
Lyrics: Pretty Vacant by Sex Pistols
Credit: Chloe!

[Zephyr Israel Wallace]

words;; 300+ outfits;;Outfit Song used;; ---- notes;; *snuggles Milo-bear ;A;*

At least the place didn't give him a sort of dread- really, Ze wasn't the sort to hang out as much at bars. Maybe he watched too much of that show, Law and Order or whatever the reason, but it always seemed like a shady place. Opinions- his opinions. He hasn't been to much in his own, hometown, which was that big to begin with and didn't have much pubs; his parents probably would of known if he walked into one of the few bars in his town, so he never really risked it. Besides.... a couple of beers suited him just fine and drunk, thank you very much- overpriced drinks and hanging out all his lonesome didn't really give him a love for this place.

Maybe if he knew someone... it wouldn't be as bad.

Hm? He looked up from scrolling down his dash, taking a swig of his beer- hey, its that Milo guy Alex hangs out with... Should he call him over? The guy was kinda cool, and... honestly, he wouldn't mind having a small chat with anyone at this point. So trying to pull up something of an easy-going smile; nothing resembling his boredom or slight desperateness. "Milo...? Hey, overhere~" The whites of his teeth were showing and he raised his beer bottle, gesturing towards the empty seat across of him in the booth, "Wouldn't mind chatting for a bit? Unless... your, uh, with someone that is." He glanced around quickly- there was some guy eyeing the smaller boy's... um... nevermind, but other than that, it didn't seem as if anyone was with him.

Huh... weird.

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[Milo Dakota Lark]

A familiar voice caught Milo's attention, and he felt his cheeks heat up a little at being caught on the job. Someone else was already giving him that look, but... he rubbed at his jaw gingerly. He could probably use a break.

Sidling over to where Ze sat at the bar, he dropped onto a stool beside the other boy. "Nope," he assured him? "Just little old me." He smirked and took a swig of his beer. "Don't see you around here much. Did you come with friends or..." Milo glanced around, half expecting to see Alex or someone else from school. No dice, so the dude was probably here alone. Maybe he was trying to get laid?

[Zephyr Israel Wallace]

words;; 150+ outfits;;Outfit Song used;; ---- notes;; *snuggles Milo-bear ;A;*

So, ah. Milo was alone? Or maybe... just avoiding someone. He didn't know, but meh- the guy was coming over. So yays, he didn't need to seem all that sore loser looking. His eyes looked away from that leering creep who was looking at the vamp- creep was really the only way he could describe that guy in the corner...

Whatever.

"Nah Just checking out this place, since I didn't want stay at the dorm and all." He pause, taking a swig of his beer, "What about you? Work here or something?"

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