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Post by Owen Michael Mills on Mar 24, 2009 10:10:25 GMT -5
So kiss me goodbye!
Honey I'm gonna make it out alive.  --------------------------[/center] Fuck yes, this was exactly what Owen wanted to do. He wanted to just kick back, relax, drink a few drinks, maybe find someone to fool around with...but that wasn't exactly a priority on this particular day. It would more be a bonus thing then a necessity. He wasn't the kinda guy who went around looking for sex...he waited for it to come to him. In other words if he saw someone fuckable he would walk up to them and start talking, but he wasn't gonna just walk around the whole club looking for someone. That would just be desperate...and he wasn't desperate, not really.
He walked into the place, and touched his slightly poofy hair...he wasn't wearing a hat, for once in his life, so he kind of felt naked...if only he actually could go out in public naked, though, that would be kick ass. He wouldn't even have a need for fuckin' clothes, he'd wear his birthday suit everywhere. Fuck to the yes. But there were some laws against that or something, and so he had been forced to wear clothes...clothes that probably wouldn't be considered clubbing clothes, but he liked them. Brightly colored clothes were kinda his thing.
He walked over to the bar, and sat down, wearing his almost ever present cocky grin on his face. He was kind of a cocky bastard, but at least he admitted it. "Hey, bartender," He said, waving his hand in the air, and sighing loudly. He wanted a fucking drink, was that really too much to fucking ask for? When the tender finally went over to him he glared, and rolled his eyes, although he was still wearing his cocky grin. "Took ya long enough." He said, before quickly adding. "Can I have a pina colata? Quicker than it took you to get over here?"
And his drink did appear faster than the tender had, much to his happiness, although still not fast enough for him not to say "Finally!" as he threw his money, and grabbed his drink, taking a long gulp. Maybe it was a bit of a girly drink, but he liked it. He wanted his alcohol to actually taste good, and pina colata's where his absolute favorite. Whilst he drank his drank he glanced around the club, hoping to see someone that might catch his eye, before sighing and giving up. Maybe some fan girl would walk over to him and throw herself at him...hey, it had happened before.
count; 430
outfit; click
tags; howeverthehellyouspellit
notes; ew, suckage. haha, sorry, I'm tired.
lyrics; snakes on a plane - cobra starship
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Post by Abagail Alexandra Anderson on Mar 24, 2009 10:49:14 GMT -5
 Take me home
I don't wanna be alone tonight [/color][/size] ---------[/center] Abagail did not know what to do. She was sitting in her cabin, reading a magazine and very bored. Finally, after ten more minutes of mindless page flipping, she got up and decided to check out the club. She had passed it once or twice while on the boat, and was excited to see what it was like. She didn't know what the minimum age was, but she would most likely be able to get in. Even if you had to be like...twenty one. All it would take was a little pout, a twirl of her hair and a bit of eye batting and she'd be in. Rummaging through her closet, she found some clothes, threw them on her bed and practically skipped to the bathroom for her shower. She was excited.
Forty minutes later, she was ready. Abby checked her reflection in the mirror and smiled. She looked good. Her outfit was just right for clubbing, her hair nice and curly, eyes smoky and lips neutral. Hopefully there would be a good guy at the club. She hadn't really seen many so far. But she had just got on the boat, and there was still a year to go! She would definitely have some good makeouts...and hopefully some amazing sex. She grinned at the thought, grabbed her cell phone and key card to get back in the room and left.
Getting into the club was no problem. Apparently the age was 18 and over. Luckily Abagail was twenty! Nearly twenty-one. She really couldn't wait to turn twenty-one, it would be amazing. Total fun. Well, these past few years had been total fun to...but being twenty-one would be even better. Full of hookups, clubs and alcohol. Maybe once she turned twenty-two she'd actually try and have a relationship. Maybe... well, probably not.
She approached the bar and set down some money. "Martini." She told the bartender, drumming her fingers slightly impatiently as he made the drink. Everyone was so slow on this ship. Quite annoying, actually. "Thanks." Abby said, grabbing the drink and downing half of it. Looking around the club she didn't see anyone worth her time. Until she saw...him. Him being Owen Mills, the indie actor Abby just loved.
Smoothing down her hair, she made her way over to him, dancing through some people on the way. As she neared him, Abby put a big grin on her face and tapped his arm politely. She'd let him believe she was...innocent, then go on to full-on flirt mode quicker than a bi polar person. Clearing her throat she looked up at him, he was somuch taller than her...even when she was in these heels! "You're Owen Mills...aren't you?" She asked coyly. "I just loved that last film you were in. Take Another One? It was amazing." Abagail gushed.
Count Without Coding: 495. Booya.
Tags: Owen Mills
Lyrics: Cross My Heart- Marianas Trench
Outfit: Click!
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Post by Owen Michael Mills on Mar 24, 2009 11:05:39 GMT -5
So kiss me goodbye!
Honey I'm gonna make it out alive. --------------------------[/center] Owen tapped his fingers on the bar, then took a gulp of his drink. It was good...but not the best he'd ever had. I mean, come on, this is Owen fucking Mills, everyone's favorite partier. Or at least he thought in his cocky little mind...yeah, maybe he was a little vain, a little conceited, and just a dash rude, but he wasn't about to change for anyone. He liked his life style, and he liked himself, and it was his personality that was getting him his next fuckin' movie, where he would be playing a lead...and also be playing someone who was completely depressed over the death of his mother, but that would be fun, right? right.
Then, as though a fuckin' genie had granted him a wish he saw a girl walking towards him. He didn't know her, he'd never seen her, and yet she was walking towards him. "She wants me." He said, smirking, and wishing he had brought a hat. He was having a bit of a bad hair day...but whatever, he still knew he was hot. When she appeared in front of him, he looked her over, hardly listening to a word she was saying. Yep, obviously a fuckin' fan girl. The gods were good to him, they gave him whatever he needed. He wondered how easy it would be getting into her pants...she was pretty fuckin' hot. Although she seemed kind of innocent...he figured it was probably the fact that she looked like some kind of fairy at her short height. She was probably a fuckin' foot shorter than him...but he'd fucked short chicks before, it was no big deal.
"Yep, Darlin' that'd be me." He said, grinning at her. His fans were just getting hotter and hotter...when he had first started out they were mostly weird lookin' chicks with thick black glasses, and purple hair. But finally he had some normal looking ones, thank god. He was hoping his next movie would bring him even more...and maybe get him into a bigger one? Ha, yeah right, keep dreaming Owen. Even if he was a pretty damn good actor he knew Hollywood would never be able to accept him. Of course people on Hollywood still knew him, but it was more because of his partying than his acting.
"I must say it was my finest work yet," He agreed, gesturing towards the stool next to him with a wave of his hand. "Care to sit down? I love getting close and personal with my fans." Very close and personal. "What would be your lovely name...?" He took a sip of his drink, then wet his lips. He knew this was going to be a good night...he knew this fuckin' cruise thing was a good idea. He didn't even care if she was one of those chicks who claimed to be his biggest fan, and had only seen one of his movie...even if that did annoy him a bit. If she was truly his biggest fan she would have seen every piece of work, including the first movie he had been in...where he had one line, and that line was "Holy Shit Balls!". . And he still loved that line.
count; 555, bitch.
outfit; click
tags; howeverthehellyouspellit
lyrics; snakes on a plane - cobra starship
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Post by Abagail Alexandra Anderson on Mar 24, 2009 11:53:07 GMT -5
Take me home
I don't wanna be alone tonight [/color][/size] ---------[/center] Abagail could sense people watching her as she danced across the club. She loved it, loved being watch. She should really be an actress or something. Maybe Owen could help her get a part. Naah, that'd be like using him. And Abby didn't use people...very often, at least. She had dated a few guys just to get something she wanted. Hell, she had even made out with a girl once to get backstage after a Britney Spears concert. It had been gross, and Abby regretted it...a bit. But at least she had met Britney! She loved Britney, Britney was an amazing singer...really. And she shared the name of her dear little sister. Oh, how she missed her sister. But Abby wasn't going to think of that now...she was going to think of how she was sitting here with Owen Mills.
Most would probably be surprised that Abby was a fan of indie fims. But she loved them. So much better than all those big, Oscar winning movies. Those were all just boring. Indie films deserved to win all those awards. They had much better plots, much better acting and much hotter stars. Just like Owen. She knew he would definitely be a one night stand, and he was probably the cockiest star ever...but she didn't care. He was her favourite actor and this...this was like a dream.
Sitting on the bar chair she finished her martini and looked over at the bartender. "Another martini please." She told the bar tender, smiling sweetly before turning back to Owen. Time for flirt mode, oh, this would be fun. "Oh, I love getting close and personal too." She smiled, leaning forward and placing a hand on his knee. "I'm Abagail. Call me Abby." She told him, tracing random patterns on his knee. Her martini came and she put some more money down, before taking a delicate drink out of the glass. Ohh, how she loved alcohol.
Count Without Coding: 336
Tags: Owen Mills
Lyrics: Cross My Heart- Marianas Trench
Outfit: Click!
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Post by Owen Michael Mills on Mar 24, 2009 13:29:35 GMT -5
So kiss me goodbye!
Honey I'm gonna make it out alive. --------------------------[/center] This was certainly Owen's night...fuck, she was going to be easy. He could already tell...which was good, he hated challenges. If he wanted sex he wanted it right then, he didn't want to fucking wait through all the flirting and convincing, and blah blah blah blah blah. His favorite pick up line was "fuck me" and it worked about half the time. With this one, however, it seemed he didn't even have to use that. She was all over him...not that he was complaining. Not in the least. "Nice to meet you Abby." He replied, his grin turning into a full blown smirk as she traced patterns on his leg. He took a long gulp out of his glass, then set it down. Sure, he was usually more into blondes than brunettes, but it didn't really matter all that much. As long as she was good in bed, and he hoped she was. He hated people who flirted with him and made themselves seem so experienced, but actually they sucked.
He leaned in so his lips where right on her ear, still smirking. "Any plans tonight, Abby?" He whispered, still loud enough so she could hear. "Or can we go back to my cabin after a few more drinks?" He never had sex with strangers without at least being buzzed, and he wasn't even close to buzzing. It just made him feel less guilty...I mean, he was catholic, or at least his family was, so he felt slightly ashamed whenever he did what he loved most; drinking, sex, smoking, the occasional drug or two. Nothing hard core, though. He stayed away from that kind of shit. All it fucking did was get you addicted, and eventually kill you. The most he ever did was pot, and that was only at parties, when people pretty much pressured him into it. But he knew the good Lord would forgive him...ha, more like he wouldn't. Despite what his mother said Owen had a feeling that he wasn't so merciful to man whore-ish actors.
count: 353
outfit; click
tags; howeverthehellyouspellit
lyrics; snakes on a plane - cobra starship
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Post by Abagail Alexandra Anderson on Mar 24, 2009 22:22:53 GMT -5
Take me home
I don't wanna be alone tonight [/color][/size] ---------[/center] Abby giggled as she sipped her martini. She could tell he wanted her, and she wanted him too. Obviously. He was Owen Mills, who wouldn't want him? Crazy people, that's who. Hell, even the crazy people probably wanted him. He was just too hot. And his hair was adorable. She actually preferred him hat less, but whatever, it was his head. But to Abagail's luck, he had no hat on tonight, she couldn't wait to make out with him...or fuck him. Hopefully the latter, that would be great. And he would obviously be amazing. How couldn't he be? Hopefully he wouldn't like her or something. That would kind of be annoying, since Abby didn't want a boyfriend. But still, cool, since it was Owen Mills.
She smiled as he asked her if she had any plans. Hell yeah she did! With him. In his cabin. She leaned in closer to him, close enough to kiss him. "I've got plans..." Abagail told him. "With you." She smirked, twirling a lock of hair around her finger and batting her eyelashes a few times. She finished the rest of her drink, her head now a little fuzzy. She would definitely get drunk tonight, and definitely have a hangover tomorrow.
Abby trailed her nails down his leg and sat up straight, ordering another martini. What was this? Her third? Or maybe her fourth? No...it was definitely her third. She loved martini...they were amazing.
Count Without Coding: 249...lowering muse. D:
Tags: Owen Mills
Lyrics: Cross My Heart- Marianas Trench
Outfit: Click!
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Post by Owen Michael Mills on Mar 25, 2009 18:49:40 GMT -5
So kiss me goodbye!
Honey I'm gonna make it out alive. --------------------------[/center] Owen kind of wondered how it would work out when he fucked her...yes, when, not if. Cocky bastard. But he'd never had sex with such a short little girl...maybe almost as short, but never quite as short. Would she want to be on top? He loved being on top! And being agresive...gentle sex was no fun...but she was so tiny. He could probably break her. But he didn't really give a fuck...they couldn't lock him up if he did accidentally break her! He was Owen Mills, after all. Everyone loved him...well, except the douche packers who hated him. Losers. And those biotches who liked to write shit about him being out of control in their magazines. He was totally in control!
Or so he told himself as he gulped down the rest of his drink, and signaled for another one. If he was going to break this girl in half during intercourse he might as well have an excuse as to why he had been so careless. "I'll buy your next drink," he said, nodding as though he had just said the wisest thing ever. But he liked to buy girls stuff...like panties, and drinks, and other sexy stuff. He dipped his pink into his glass and the sucked on it for a moment, looking thoughtful...although what he was thinking about he didn't really know.
"You got a boyfriend?" He asked, smirking at her, although he knew the answer was going to be no. Unless she was just teasing him...fucking tease's. Girls were all little fucking tease's. He'd hate them if it weren't for the fact that they had boobs...Owen loved boobs.
count: 297
notes; this sucks. srsly.
outfit; click
tags; howeverthehellyouspellit
lyrics; snakes on a plane - cobra starship
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Post by Abagail Alexandra Anderson on Mar 25, 2009 19:34:51 GMT -5
Take me home
I don't wanna be alone tonight [/color][/size] ---------[/center] Abby was surprisingly strong and...unbreakable, which was kind of amazing, considering her tiny frame. But she was. Hadn't even ever broken a bone in her life! Most guys were kind of afraid to be rough with her, which annoyed the hell out of Abby. Really, rough was better. Gentle was fine if you were like...old or something. And she didn't really care much about being on the top or the bottom. As long as it was good she could fucking care less. But she wasn't one to take it up the butt. That was just gross. She didn't know if Owen liked that, but even if he did...she wasn't about to let him go there. That was just disgusting.
Abby finished her drink just as he said he would buy her the next one. She smiled and rested her hand on his knee again. "Thanks," Abby told him, her words slurring together now. Drinks were so bad...yet so good. "Strawberry daiquiri." She said, probably be a good idea to lay off the martinis for the night. They were like...straight alcohol. At least the sweet stuff in the daiquiris might...do something. She didn't know. All she knew was that she was going to get really fucking drunk. Hopefully she'd remember the night though...she could tell it'd be great.
Abby laughed as he asked her whether or not she had a boyfriend. Really, was he stupid? Obviously she wouldn't if she were out here, touching his knee and being all flirty. And agreeing to go back to his cabin. Oh, she couldn't wait until they got there! "Do you really think I do?" She asked him, smirking. "Of course I don't."
Count Without Coding: 299
Tags: Owen Mills
Lyrics: Cross My Heart- Marianas Trench
Outfit: Click!
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Post by Owen Michael Mills on Mar 26, 2009 22:24:51 GMT -5
So kiss me goodbye!
Honey I'm gonna make it out alive. --------------------------[/center] Owen grinned hearing her voice slur...drunk girls were always easy, and easy girls were his favorite. He didn't like to work for permission to take their clothes off, he wanted them to do it themselves, and then get on their backs. Maybe he was a bit dominant, a bit demanding, and he definitely liked to be in charge...but he knew the only way you could get anything in this world was by being in charge. He hated girls who tried to tell him what to do...no matter what it was, be it pleasuring or be it them telling him to drink less.
"of course you don't." he said, smirking a little bit. Then again, it wouldn't have been the first time a taken girl had flirted with him...a taken fan girl, at that. So he didn't really see why his question was so stupid. And she obviously thought he was stupid for thinking it, even if she hadn't said it out loud. Just look at that smirk! It kind of turned him off a little bit...but whatever, ass was ass, and he wanted some ass. "So, hey, when you're done with that we should go back to my cabin. I'm not first class...but second is just as good." he smirked a little bit, taking a huge gulp of his drink. He didn't want to get trashed..just a little buzzed. And he was already pretty much where he wanted to be.
count; 255
notes; this sucks. srsly.
outfit; click
tags; howeverthehellyouspellit
lyrics; snakes on a plane - cobra starship
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