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smoothindecision.

      “i have to admit that it is sort of humerus the level that teens will go nowadays to try and get into places that they aren’t allowed into. they do have some really interesting dedication to partying and getting drunk in public. but, i agree. i mean granted i am still a baby, and have no been out of school all that long, but it seems in that short span of time the teenagers have grown. it’s almost as if they’re trying to be older than they actually are all through school years, now. when i was in school, i didn’t try half as hard as they did to get into clubs.” 

“humorous and ridiculous. maybe it’s just me but i would never have dreamed to threaten the bouncer if they didn’t let me in. just thinking of what my mother would say if she knew i got caught trying to sneak in was motivation enough to not do it. but you’re right, kids are trying so hard to be adults before they’re ready and it’s a little scary. being an adult is hard work at the best of times. besides, wouldn’t it just be easier and cheaper to get someone to buy grog for you and have a house party?”

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winonahayes.

“trust me, it was happening. you just weren’t there to see it.” winona smirks, thinking about the plenty of times that she had sat outside a club or a bar as her under-aged friends managed to find a way to get past the bouncer and into the venue. maybe her friends were really that smart. or maybe the early 2000′s were full of adults who just didn’t give a shit. the latter seemed more likely. god bless the fuckin’ baby boomers.

“i’m glad i wasn’t apart of that. don’t get me wrong, i went to house parties and things alike, though i never found an interest in trying to sneak into a nightclub. found no point in it. let me guess, you were someone who tried to sneak in on multiple occasions?” it’s not that he’s judging by any means, he’s simply making an assumption that he is now desperately hoping doesn’t come back to bite him in the ass. 

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morgan feels as though she’s being told off for something she did seven years ago.  the list of things morgan and her friends  would do as teenagers to get into places  they weren’t supposed to be is almost  endless. she can, however, now see it from the other side, and she sympathises  with max, especially when part of her job also involves ensuring that people are  old enough to be there. in all honesty, she  never thought she’d be the person telling a seventeen year old who just got caught to come back next year, but here she is; max may or may not be responsible for morgan realising that she’s now officially  an adult. yikes. “probably the same idiots  who come into inkredible to get a tramp  stamp and hurl abuse at me when i ask for id.”

“they really probably are the same people. all like ‘i can’t get into the nightclub so i may as well just go and get a spontaneous tattoo because i think i can do whatever the hell i want’. i get they’re young and stuff and they just want to live but i’m not going to let them in so they can get wasted to the brink of alcohol poisoning and lose my job because i was one of the people responsible. that’s not my idea of fun, you know?” max was never one to go out and break the law by sneaking into clubs and pubs; it wasn’t his scene. he actually didn’t get into the actual clubbing scene until after he turned of age. it was his sister that first introduced him to the nightclubs, swearing that he needed to experience it before he was twenty at the very latest and now look at him; a full time bouncer at a nightclub. who would have thought? “have you ever had those people come in the next day and try to ask someone else to give them the tattoo because you wouldn’t?”

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“working on the door last night really opened my eyes to just how many people try to get into neon underage and the measures they will take to get in. i swear i was flashed three times in the span of fifteen minutes, threatened to be hit on multiple occasions and i lost count of all the people trying to seduce me. there was even someone who tried to crawl around my legs. i don’t remember any teen trying to do those things when i was in high school.”

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lightwoodxalec.

#oH my beaufiful son #everything is gonna be fine

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malecinfo.

Matt doing signings for fans at AOL Build.

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scntinos.

     leaving men speechless happens to be one of sunny’s favourite past times and to visibly see max’s inability to piece together a response brings him great joy. it would be a lie to say sunny doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing but he likes to think he’s coy all the same. come on too strongly and he may just scare max off – they are in public, after all. that doesn’t stop sunny’s fingers from traipsing their way from max’s sternum down to his abs, scratching ever so lightly at the fabric preventing him from the skin to skin contact he so desires. “good,” croons sunny, pulling back the finger from his mouth with a suggestive pop. “the way you said that makes me wonder what you’d get up to in public if it weren’t cold,” he adds with a dangerous glimmer in his eyes, “but, yes, i’m free. for you, babe, i’m doubly free and you can take me anywhere you’d like. i’d really like for you to take me.” the emphasis is for max’s benefit as is the vagueness of his statements. sunny’s already wracking his brain for private places they could get to quickly, without needing to break the mood max is so kindly allowing sunny to set.

max’s thoughts are running a million miles an hour with no intentions of stopping any time soon. the pressing thought that continues to pop up in demand is where he’s actually going to take him. they can’t go to his place as his family is staying for the week, and sunny’s house is way too far at a time like this. he needs to think of something now, yet through attempting to control himself and all of the images bouncing around nothing is coming to mind. the pop combing with the scratching at his abs has him itching for it, but he’s focusing on keeping himself composed until they were elsewhere. he’s doing well so far. “well, uh.. shit.” he murmurs, cohesive sentences are not forming in his head though he instinctively runs his tongue along his dry lesser lip. was acting on sunny’s suggestive ways a bad idea? probably, but it’s thrilling. it has his heart beating a little faster and he hasn’t even given a suggestion as to where they could go. “i, well, i’m sure there’s a bathroom around here we can lock ourselves away in.” he suggests with a raise of his brow, mentally eliminating which bathroom would be the easiest for them to get to without it seeming obvious to what their intent is.

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smoothindecision.

      working at neon nightclub on new years eve had never been a problem until two days later, which she returned back to the living, waking world. there had always been twice as many people packed into the club, and three times as many people actively trying to get wasted as usual; which meant that she had been working non-stop since she came in until the time that she left at night. not being able to celebrate herself never really bothered her, she loved being able to celebrate with everyone. what she hated was sleeping all through the first of the new year.

      sleeping through an entire day and reawakening the next always feels a little bit out of body for her. taking an entire day off in bed is so out of her character that when she’s finally back in the waking work she feels off. today in particular the blonde feels the need to do too many things but her body tells her otherwise. she’s torn between needing something to eat or whether or not she needs something better than diner coffee. the thought of making her own meals at the moment is making her head spin — she might end up burning her flat to the ground. 

      with no real direction she lets her body lead her toward what she needs the most, putting full trust in herself ( which has been rare enough since the Before ). one of her hands runs through her hair, as her opposite shoulder pushes open the door to a small local bakery, one that reminds her a lot of her mothers back at home. addison orders herself a blueberry scone and a small coffee with coconut milk, and instead of handing over the exact amount for her order, she hands her cashier a twenty with a smile. “i’ll buy for the next person.” it might be half in part that it’s the new year and she wants to start off on a good note, or she’s too exhausted to collect her change or count out exact change.  chewing on her bottom lip addison collects her scone and waits off to the side for her coffee. 

the buzz at neon on new years eve is what makes working on the start of the new year worth it, the aftermath is the part that max dreads. not so much having to stay behind to tend to the many cups scattered or the broken glass or even the many phones and keycards lost in the festivities, it’s either sleeping too long or not being able to sleep at all. the latter takes the cake for max. sleeping during the day does not occur with him as the sun seems to keep him awake most of the time, though he’s reaching the point of exhaustion so perhaps he may actually end up playing catch up during the day. 

sluggishly walking into the bakery after concluding that carbs and a strong coffee would at least get him through so he could attempt to get his sleep cycle back on track, he notices addison standing by the counter. obviously great minds think alike. removing his borderline frozen fingers from the depths of his pockets to retrieve his wallet, he approaches the counter and orders an espresso with a slice of banana bread and a chocolate muffin; what a mix. about to hand over his money, max halts when the barista informs him that addison had actually put in some money for ‘his’ order. all he pays for his order is a dollar or so. finally being able to approach her, he offers her a weary smile and stands beside her to wait for his coffee. “fancy seeing you here. looks like we had the same idea.” he mentions whilst muffling a chuckle, briefly licking his bottom lip and tilting his head just slightly. “and thanks.. for putting in money like, that was really nice. i owe you.”

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sms to [max].

winter: SOS

winter: 911

winter: HELP

max: i'm concerned

max: should i really be calling for help or?

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