Post by dante on Jan 9, 2011 18:38:52 GMT -5
AND MIX IT STRONG MY FRIEND!
usually, when an borderline alcohol was out of their addiction, the first thing they would think of would be to restock their supply, wouldn't it? maybe that's where dante differed from other borderline alcoholics; the only thing on his mind, right now, was ice cream. he knew that he'd regret not picking up a bottle to tie him over until he could get more money from the bar he owned, but right now, focusing on ice cream and ice cream alone was all he could do. considering it wasn't a good thing to go out and buy ice cream by yourself, much like going to a movie theatre by yourself, dante had to find himself some company. it had been ages since he had hung out with someone that wasn't a regular at his bar, and after firing off a couple texts, dante decided who he wanted to tag along. brody korbel. it helped that she was really the only one who had returned his text, seeing as how most of the people he had in his cell phone were either drug dealers or flings that he hadn't seen in over a week. but brody was different than everyone else he knew and associated with.
the eighteen year old high school student, at first, had been a weird person to be around. yeah, she was legal, but that didn't make dante feel any less of a cradle robber by just talking to her. most people had always gotten the wrong idea, too, him being twenty-four. don't get dante wrong, if given the chance and the circumstances were different, he might have actually gone for a piece; brody was, after all, one of the most beautiful eighteen year olds he'd ever had the opportunity to get to know. but he wasn't a creep. the only way he'd ever allow anything ot happen between them is if they were both drunk off their asses, and she was the one who instigated. if she was older, and he didn't have nearly as much respect for her as he did, dante probably wouldn't have worried about them being intoxicated, or if she started anything between them. he might not be a creep, but that didn't mean he didn't have a sex drive like no other. the only thing he had to keep track of was the things he said around her, simply because he never made a move without thinking it over, though his tongue was usually under no brain control. whatever he thought of just came out, generally. but he didn't want to chance giving her the wrong idea, or making brody feel uncomfortable. what good of an older brother figure would he be if he did that?
pulling his cigarette case from his pants pocket, dante grabbed out a smoke and pushed the filter between his lips. lighting the end and setting his case and zippo on the patio table in front of him, he reclined a bit more into the chair he was currently sitting in. taking a deep drag from the cigarette, he pulled it from his lips, slowly letting the second-hand smoke filter out into the bright afternoon air. he had told brody that if she didn't show up, he'd never let her drunk crash at his apartment ever again. it had been a joke, of course, especially considering dante would actually rather brody pop in over at his house at ungodly hours drunk than be with some guy that wants to take advantage of her. propping his legs up on the chair to his right, he closed his eyes behind his sunglasses, leaning his head all the way back against the chair. another drag was taken from the cancer stick, one that he let linger in this lungs a bit longer than he probably should've. opening his eyes, he traced the edges of the clouds above, his mind wandering back a couple months ago, when he had had everything he wanted in life.
the band had been good, amazing. fans were coming out of their asses, money was everywhere. everyone he was in the band with loved him, and he loved them all in return; like the family he had always wanted. dante had loved his girlfriend, ava, to pieces. she was his everything. his lips pulled into a smile as he exhaled the smoke, thinking back to all their good times. there were few times that he could remember when things were bad, though the last thing he remembered - her cheating on him with his apparent best friend - countered all the good memories. shrugging the thoughts away, he rolled his eyes at himself, flicking the ashes off the cherry of his smoke. maybe this was the reason why he was almost an alcoholic. 'cause i can't fuckin' let it go. ignoring the look he got from the few tables over, a family of three enjoying their ice cream cones, dante adjusted his legs on the chair and went back to talking to himself inside his head.
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