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Post by kholden phinneaus jackson on Sept 11, 2009 16:21:35 GMT -5
Kholden liked people. He liked meeting them and hanging out. He liked a lot of things that had to do with people, though most of the time when he wasnt out he was by himself. He didnt necessarily need people, he could do with out. Kholden always seemed to be okay about most anything. He was usually always laid back and calm and pretty much nothing bothered him. Of course pretty much doesnt mean nothing. There are few things that bother him, but he doesnt usually make a big deal about it.
On one hand Kholden likes groups of people and on the other hand, he doesnt like it when hes in a group of people because its not always guaranteed that everyone is going to get along. Kholden usually doesnt care to get in the middle of things, but depending on what is said or what is going on hes usually the peace keeper. Sometimes he sides with what he believes he should side in but mostly its peace keeper and that has gotten him in trouble quite a few times. Really hes not even sure its worth it half the time, but being kholden hes always got that shred of hope for just about anything or anyone.
Lately when hes been on chat hes run across carson walker. Carson seems to bring out a lot of negative in people. Kholden hasnt really felt that way about himself, at least he personally hasnt had any issues with carson, though it would seem hes easy to become an issue with everyone else. Kholden has this thing where he hates when people are immediately shunned, whether they wanted it that way or not. Carson seemed to have that and really it wasnt all about that either. There was just something about carson that piqued his interest and he couldnt quite put his finger on it.
Kholden wasnt trying to be on carsons good side. Kholden was just being kholden. He didnt really think he had to make himself something just so one person could like him regardless of what kholden thought about them. So kholden just happen to be lucky that Carson seemed to be okay with talking to him. It was pretty good considering there were only a small handful of people hes talked to here and half of them he just knew wouldnt be able to get him. He thought he was pretty easy to get, but there was a lot of things he liked to do or reference to that would be completely lost on the other half.
Tonight he seemed to really be in luck. Kholden had taken a chance, asked him if he wanted to hang out. He was fully prepared for Carson to tell him hed rather do something else, but he wasnt completely ruling a turn down out. Thankfully Carson accepted. He didnt know if carson would still be willing after actually meeting kholden but, that was another thing that he would just have to deal with if that were the case. Kholden just wasnt going to change for anyone.
Closing his computer he pulled on a dark blue shirt and his favorite jeans, well worn but very comfortable. He had showered a couple hours before and he shaved the other day so he had a slight stubble going on. He ran his palm over his jaw and shrugged. naw he didnt need to shave. Grabbing his keys and wallet he made his way out of the door and to a cab to head towards the club.
The local band playing, hed heard a few times they were pretty good though the name eluded him at the moment. He didnt know what kind of stuff carson listened to but he liked to think carson wouldnt be disappointed especially since kholden had actually told him they were pretty good. Once he got there he could see the line for the door already. Kholden had been there so many times hed managed to make friends with pretty much all of the staff. He grinned and had a small conversation with the bouncer before the guy let him in. Last time hed been talking about how his girlfriend was having a baby and they were fighting over whether to get married. This week it seemed they decided just to move into each other and were now looking for a place to live. Kholden wished him luck and then headed in.
The band was setting up and some dance music was pounding through the speakers from the dj booth. Kholden made his way over to the bar, the place was getting filled, though not completely yet so he didnt have to push too many people out of his way. Taking a seat on a stool he tapped the bar, the bartender came over and he gave him a friendly greeting as he ordered a beer and then took a look around.
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Post by carson cain walker on Sept 12, 2009 11:04:56 GMT -5
This was stupid. Carson should have said no. Usually he would say no, but this guy was just persistent. While everyone else had treated him like shit and tossed him aside as just some asshole, this guy had tried to converse with him. Carson could at least admire that much. The thing was, though, that as much as Carson admired that, he wouldn't be sharing much about himself. He was a very private person and the idea of sharing so much about himself made him think that he'd be making himself vulnerable. Vulnerable for what he wasn't sure, but he didn't like being vulnerable at all no matter how or why he was. Any kind of vulnerability seemed like a weakness and Carson wasn't into that at all.
Yet here Carson was, walking toward a busy club to meet a guy that he probably would never care about. He pushed his way through the line, giving dirty looks to anyone who dared to touch him purposefully or try and stop him. Carson was a pro at giving people intimidating looks that would make them hesitate just enough for him to make a get away. He stopped at the bouncer. Carson knew the bouncer wouldn't be likely to be intimidated by his stare. He wasn't rich by any means so paying the guy off wasn't an option. So, instead of trying to threaten, Carson leaned in and whispered something in the bouncer's ear. For a moment the bouncer looked down before turning to the side. Carson smirked as the bouncer turned back, embarrassed, saying he could go on in.
Carson slipped in through the doorway, carefully navigating himself around people. There were some people in there that Carson knew. He only knew some of them because he had slept with some of them before. One girl in particular, a brunette, latched onto him very quickly. She announced very loudly that she hadn't seen him in FOREEEEEEEEVER. Carson sighed heavily, pushing her off his arm. "Once with you is enough. Leave me alone or I'll make sure you never sleep with anyone again." A couple other girls seemed to follow the other girl, keeping a sharp eye on Carson as he moved through the crowd. As if Carson cared about them, though.
Finally, Carson made it to the bar. The lights in the club were dimmed to a point where if the little bits of stage light or back lights hit someone's face, only then could you really tell who they are. The bar, though, had the most light. He decided to move toward it. Carson took a seat at one of the only empty stools left and flagged the bartender. "Hey, sparky, Rum and Coke, pronto. Don't make me wait either. I take off from tip, princess." Carson's voice was flat, but held traces of his threat looming in it. The bartender moved away and Carson looked down at the bar.
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Post by kholden phinneaus jackson on Sept 14, 2009 20:14:32 GMT -5
Kholden was trying to keep an eye on who was coming in, but it wasnt easy when the place was packed. He gave a small shrug deciding not to worry much about it. Hed see him when he saw him. He set to work on his beer, grinning at the person next to him and starting up an easy conversation with them. Her name was celine and she was a hot ass blond... fake blond though, with a spray on tan, he was sure. Even in the bad light he could see that. She had super white teeth which was too distracting. Kholden dug white teeth, but naturally white teeth not the kind that glowed int he dark.
He was assessing briefly if she was worth at least a quick fuck in the bathroom or outside even, but he couldnt stand too many more of her high pitched giggles. He scrunched his nose up and then shook his head and turned back towards the bar. No definitely not worth it. he could tell she would be the nasally kind of moaner and that would be nearly as distracting as her teeth. He licked his lips and finished his beer ordering another. He ignored her sad attempts at getting his attention, and she finally gave up after a little bit.
He picked up the new beer and then a thought struck him. It was out of the blue really, but they never really had bothered with ids before. He wondered why this place was so okay about selling to minors. He tilted his head some and then shrugged a bit. Whatever why look a gift horse in the face. Might as well take it while he could. Kholden glanced down the one side of the bar and then down the next side. His eyes finally fell on a guy, his eyes downcast so he couldnt really see the guys face. From the profile view though he looked pretty good, he couldnt see much of his body there were a few people blocking his view, but he didnt seem to be talking to anyone. In fact he didnt look like he was enjoying too much of anything.
Well really it was worth a shot. He grabbed his beer and made his way around the couples and then slid onto the booth next to the guys. Can I buy you a drink?" he asked raising his brow a half grin on his face as he waited for the guy to lift his eyes to his. It was along shot but he was definitely going to take it.
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Post by carson cain walker on Sept 16, 2009 22:38:01 GMT -5
Usually clubs didn't bother Carson when they weren't all that crowded. But this one was crowded and uncomfortable. This also meant that the music would be louder. God, Carson just didn't want anyone to bother him. With his luck it would be some annoying little fuck with a problem with diarrhea of the mouth or some chick who only wanted a quick fuck. He seemed to be cursed with meeting people who annoyed him to death. That was a curse Carson didn't think he would ever break. He waited patiently for his coke and rum... not.
He drummed his fingers impatiently, watching the bartender's every move. Carson was aware of how lenient this place was about serving to minors, but he had never really considered it to be a problem. He was an adult, though he was below drinking age... in the Americas. Who was to say they were in the Americas? No one knew where they were. Therefore... there could even not be a drinking age. Carson didn't care as long as he got a drink.
Carson looked up as someone spoke to him. He didn't look directly at the person though he did hear what the person said. A chance to save money? Why not bite onto that one? Carson sighed as the bartender moved back toward him with the rum and coke. He glanced over to the guy before looking back to the bartender, waving toward the guy. "He's paying, hassle him." Carson said bluntly as he grabbed the rum and coke, twirling the straw around with his fingertip. It had been so long since he had been able to relax and even now he felt tense and uptight. His problem was that he had a hard time trusting people. Carson didn't like the idea of letting someone buy him a drink because it meant that he was in essence making himself a little more loyal.
"So," Carson mused as he took a sip of his rum and coke. "How many of these are you good for before you decide to desert me for the next thing that catches your eye?" He spoke fluidly, not wanting to break stride on that one. Carson just assumed this guy was no different than the other people in the club. The superficial assholes couldn't care less who they were speaking to. Honestly, Carson wanted a lot of alcohol and he also wanted to get blackout drunk. He wanted to get so drunk that he woke up in the back of the club wondering how the hell he got there and who the hell he had been with. Those were... the times Carson felt he could enjoy the most. The moments that generally put him out of his misery for a little while was... more than reasonable to ask for.
Carson took another sip of his drink, waiting for the guy to answer. There had to be something different about this guy. Carson felt like he could sense it or something. That feeling scared him a little bit. Again, that vulnerable feeling was making him feel paranoid. Someone could easily take advantage of that feeling. Ugh. that would be just his luck...
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Post by kholden phinneaus jackson on Sept 17, 2009 1:44:05 GMT -5
Kholden smirked when instead of answering him directly the guy, whom he was assume was carson, directed the bartender to him. Just put it on my tab and keep 'em coming too.' he added so this way the bartender would actually keep an eye out so they wouldnt have to keep asking for more. Since he had a feeling they were going to be at the bar instead of gone it was a lot less annoying to just have beer automatically at their disposal instead of trying to catch the guys attention evertime they wanted a new one.
THe guy did look up, though he wasnt directly looking at kholden when hed told the bartender to harass him about the money, but at least it was enough to see that it was indeed carson. he could recognize those lines anywhere. Really his pictures did him no justice. Up close he could see just how strong his jaw line was, and how large his eyes were. His lips... his lips were something else, and his nose. He wasnt perfect but that was the best part of it. He was prefectly un perfect but... completely perfectly perfect in Kholdens eyes. He knew that probably wouldnt make sense if he said it aloud, but in his head, the way he felt about that made complete sense to him.
Even though Carson seemed to have a face and the look, especially the way his eyes were, it was as if it called to kholden to take pictures. There was something else though. Something about him that just seemed to draw him to Carson. He thought it was the way he interacted and well yeah online maybe, but now that he was in person, and he hadnt even said something to him yet, he just had that feeling. It was so strange hed never experienced it before and Kholden wasnt sure if it was his artistic side or not.
Finally carson was talking to him now. His voice... it was just another thing to add. He gave a light and slightly amused chuckled. "Long enough to get you drunk so I can have my dirty way with you. I always keep my eye open but ill wait till after to go for the new thing he told him his tone easy as he said this. He pulled his camera from his pocket and took a picture. "But Im thinking with a face like yours I might be pretty occupied for awhile.' he gave another light chuckle. "Im Kholden Jackson. he said holding his hand out. Normally he didnt go for this traditional introduction but this was more of a joke intro anyway. He already knew it was carson but hed told carson he wouldnt use his name until he told him it. So if carson decided to take the introduction and introduce himself as well then he would use the name. If not if he just blew it off then hey no sweat either. He was going to keep up his end of the bargain.
Kholden wasnt the type to impress and really he wasnt trying to impress carson. he also wasnt the type to really try and bed to someone else to make them happy but there was something about carson that made kholden want to prove to him that he could trust him at least on keeping his name. Start small and work your way up. He was sure it would be like that in this case as well and Kholden found that he was willing to do that for him.
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Post by carson cain walker on Sept 17, 2009 17:29:28 GMT -5
Rum and coke was really the perfect drink for this situation. The coke was sweet, but the rum adding a small burning sensation that was just unable to be ignored. Carson loved the drink because of the fact that this place added a little more rum in it so that there was a slightly larger burning sensation when the liquid travelled down his throat. The burning would never last long. After two of them Carson wouldn’t be able to feel it anymore. Then again, after two of them, Carson would be moving to something a bit harder than a Rum and Coke. Rum and Coke was only a start out drink for Carson. He was drinking to get drunk after all and he had to play his cards right. For the first hour or so he would need to relatively be himself and not the monster the alcohol would turn him into. It would be like a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde situation except Mr. Hyde would probably be a lot more fun than Mr. Jekyll. That was the dangerous part about drunken Carson. He was dangerous and unpredictable.
Carson didn’t laugh at what Kholden said. Instead he kept his jaw set firmly, his eyes downcast to the Rum and Coke in his hands. He wasn’t expecting to hear the snap of a camera. Carson looked up, dark eyes focusing on Kholden as he added that Carson’s face would have him occupied for a while. Great. Carson looked away when the guy introduced himself. Heh, Kholden Jackson. Carson couldn’t complain about the picture taking, though he wished that he could. Now that he knew the name he knew who this guy was and it just so happened that Carson had agreed to pictures. That would not be a good thing for Carson’s nerves. He shrugged, taking another sip of his drink. “I don’t think you’ll stick around for too long.” Carson said honestly. “Carson Walker.” He said sharply, though his voice obviously dropped so that only Kholden could hear the name he spoke. Seriously, other people knowing his name… not a cool thing at all. Carson didn’t really want to risk someone else having that power over him.
Most people didn’t realize just the kind of power that went with knowing a name, but Carson did. He knew that knowing a name could define someone’s connection with the other person. “Listen; there are rules to knowing my name.” Carson said before taking another large sip of his Coke and Rum. “There are two main rules. The first is that you cannot use my name to make me do anything. You can say, ‘Get me a drink.’ But you can’t say, ‘Carson, get me a drink.’” Carson spoke in a serious tone. He wasn’t playing around. There really were stipulations that he wanted Kholden to follow. “I don’t care who pressures you. I don’t care if it’s the fucking FBI you’re not to tell anyone my name that I haven’t personally okayed.” Carson finished off his Coke and Rum. “Don’t ask questions. Just follow those rules and we’ll be perfectly fine.”
Carson was sure that Kholden had never been giving rules to knowing someone, but Carson was far from the normal person. He didn’t think he was mentally unstable, though the paranoia with his name would probably suggest it. Was it a crime for him to want his name to be a secret? “I’m not going to tell you anything else about me so forget any kind of informational chat and I’m not going to sleep with you so you can at least rule those out right now.” Carson looked up as the bartender moved back over to replace Carson’s drink. God, it must be amazing to have a tab. He couldn’t really afford to have a tab. Carson was really sort of the pay as he goes sort of person.
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