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Post by steele alexander wilson on Dec 23, 2010 12:29:07 GMT -5
  After a long day of sitting around, doing nothing, Steele was in need of a fix. All day long he sat on the couch, watching television and snarfing down cereal. Steele had wasted a beautiful Friday afternoon, and he needed something to make up for it. It wasn't like Steele didn't like sitting around all day, sometimes they were the best kinds of days, but once he was over it, he was always in a rush to do something fun. The first thing that popped into his head was heading to the club for a few drinks and drunken dancing. If he was lucky, possibly some company tonight, but Steele wasn't going to try to control his night. He would leave that task to the alcohol. Though he was not twenty one, he drank more than most people did in their lifetime. Steele knew his limits though. They consisted somewhere between buzzed and one night stands.
To Steele, one night stands were just a common thing. Every guy needs a fix once and awhile, and although most guy settle for a girl, Steele is not willing to judge. He had to admit he was a bit more attracted to men than women, only because men were also in it for their quick fix. Girls wanted to sit there and cuddle with you and in the morning they want some kind of relationship or they get all upset if you don't remember that name. As for guys, they usually were out the door by the time Steele got up. That's what one night stands were supposed to be about. Two complete strangers meet up, either under the influence of alcohol, but sometimes not, do their thing, and then forget about each other the very next day.
Twenty minutes later from his decision to get drunk, he arrived at the bar wearing his brand new v-neck shirt and tight jeans that you can see every feature of his lower body. Steele was not ashamed to wear these pants, especially since guys were all a bit bi-curious after a couple of drinks. In a way, Steele thought he was some kind of god, that he was able to relieve people of their problems for one night, and in the morning do them a favor and leave. Girls usually needed this just as much as guys did, although if Steele were to pick up a girl, he had a checklist to determine if she was going to want to stick around afterwards. Every once in awhile new friendships sprouted from a one night stand between Steele and a few other people. This was able to happen because there was a mutual understanding of the term used so loosely now a days.
Steele took a seat down at the bar and ordered a shot of tequila. What better drink to start off the night. He glanced around the bar, half hoping to catch the eye of another person's. After he completely scanned everyone in the place, he began to grow a bit agitated. It was a Friday night for goodness sakes, where were all the good looking people? The night was still young, Steele had remind himself. He turned back around in the chair and watched the bartender cater to the already plastered people across the bar. He leaned back, and took a shot of the tequila, slamming the tiny shot glass back down on the table. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the alcohol going down his throat.
A couple more shots of tequila and already Steele could start feeling the effects of the alcohol. He could feel his head grow light and the rest of his body numb to everything. The feeling had never felt this good before. Steele couldn't even recall the last time he had alcohol, but it couldn't have been more than a week ago. A week was a long time according to Steele. That was practically a month to him. The days soared by so slowly in the course of a week in Steele's life. Nothing exciting happened in a really long time, but hopefully tonight would change that. Steele knew walking into this bar and the chances of him getting lucky tonight was slim, since no one in their right mind would show up to a bar alone, except the desperate ones. Was Steele desperate? Steele did not like to think of himself that way, but he also knew that desperate people sit at the bar, taking shot after shot, just waiting for someone to strike interest. Normally Steele did not stoop this low, but there was always a first for everything.
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Post by SAMUEL COUGAR WILDER on Dec 24, 2010 14:30:54 GMT -5
Samuel wasn't at all amused by anything that was around him. He was just...bored. He needed something new in his life, he needed...well, he didn't know what he needed to be honest. He wanted to have a girlfriend, someone to play around with and take on dates and kiss and cuddle. But, unfortunately, he was short of those as of late. He'd broken up with his last girlfriend about two months ago, on mutual terms, and he hadn't had any luck since. Sure he'd gone out with other girls but none had held his interest long enough to let the relationship grow into something more than friends. Samuel hadn't even heard from his best friend Steele in days, the guy was acting weird but he just couldn't put his finger on why that was. With a shake of his head, he forced himself off the couch and padded bare foot into his bedroom. He grabbed a change of clothes and headed into the shower. Minutes later he came out refreshed, smelling great, and looking good.
With a sigh, he grabbed his phone and his keys and headed out of the building, shoving the objects into his jeans pockets as he went. Following them was his hands as he shoved them into his pockets as he walked down the sidewalk towards the meatpacking district. He could usually find something to do here, what with all of the bars and what not around here. He wasn't twenty one, no, but that didn't matter to the people around here. Nineteen was 'close enough' according to them. Most of the time, Sammy appreciated that sentiment. He coughed slightly as he neared the buildings and looked around, trying to find a place to find mischief. He came upon the small whole in the wall bar that he and Steele frequented whenever they were bummed out or wanted to have a good time.
Deciding that was as good as anything, Samuel headed into it. Within seconds he spotted Steele at the bar, throwing back shots of tequila. With a smirk, he strode over and planted his ass on the stool next to his best friend. He ordered a jack and coke and looked at his friend. "Steele man, drinking without me?" he ribbed good-naturedly, ruffling the guy's hair for effect.
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Post by steele alexander wilson on Dec 24, 2010 16:02:43 GMT -5
drinking alone wasn't as nearly as fun as drinking with someone. steele and sammy usually hit up this place together, but lately steele hadn't seen much of sammy. probably because they both were so busy with school. why hadn't steele asked sammy if he wanted to join him? there really wasn't much activity tonight, so having a few drinks with sam, his best friend, seemed like the perfect way to end the week. no matter where they were, sam and him always had a blast when they were together. he felt his pants pocket for his phone, but did not find it. shit, he must've forgotten it at home. just great, now he was stuck here without a friend and without a phone. this night seemed like it was already burnt out, but steele didn't budge. he would give it another thirty minutes, or enough drinks to start having fun. whichever comes first. the night was young so it was too late to just go home on a friday night. steele would rather be here lonely than at home lonely. but his phone was there, and if he went home, he could call sammy and they can hang out, but something told him to stay here a little longer.
as much as steele loved his friend sam, sometimes sam did not understand steele's need for sex. sam, as far as steele knew, was straight, but steele had always been skeptical about it. first off, his best friend was gay. that usually bothers most straight guys, for they get picked on about it. people were just mean, and although they never did anything except hang out and have a few beers, they did a lot of things together. doesn't that in the least bit, bother sam? if it did, he sure did not show it. steele liked that about sam, he didn't care what steele's sexual orientation was or what people thought about him, he still hung out with steele. in a way steele looked up to sam. he was the first closest straight male friend who did not run away when steele told them he was gay, most straight guys feared that steele's sexuality was contagious or that steele had some kind of crush on them, but in reality it wasn't like that.
sam didn't think any of that. he was different from them. there had to be something steele was missing. he just couldn't figure it out. but it did not sound like he was gay, but sam wouldn't lie to steele. they were two close friends, and they did not keep secrets from each other. just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a rather good looking guy sit next to him. maybe the night would turn around for steele. then, unexpectedly, he heard sam's voice. steele turned in his seat and nearly choked on his drink. he couldn't believe he mistaken sam for some cute guy. not tht sam wasn't cute. in fact, steele did indeed have a crush on him at one point, but after seeing him date many different girls, steele knew sam's usual type.
"sorry dude, i totally forgot my phone back at home," steele smiled, "but i'm glad you found me!" steele flagged the bartender. "can i get another shot and one for my friend," flashing a flirtatious smile at the bartender. the bartender poured the shots almost immediately, and put them on a table, leaning in closely to steele. though steele and sam knew he was just trying to make tips, he was rather convincing.
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Post by SAMUEL COUGAR WILDER on Dec 26, 2010 10:57:21 GMT -5
As Samuel sat down next to his best friend, he knew that the guy was going to be startled before he even truly was. And, a moment later, Steele whipped his attention to him and had surprise in his eyes along with a hint of guilt. Something that Steele had been thinking wasn't 'right' but was anything ever? Samuel gave himself a mental shake as he greeted his best friend and ordered a drink. A rum and coke. Sammy razzed his friend about starting drinking without him and the guy smiled, apologizing and saying that he forgot his phone at home. He exclaimed that he was glad that Sammy had found him. "You'll get away with that excuse this time, bro." he said. Sam laughed as his best friend grinned and ran a hand through his hair, listening as the guy ordered a shot for himself and for Sammy. He grinned at that.
Only to have it falter a bit when the bartender leaned in close to Steele and looked at him with flirtation and lust burning in his eyes. Aw, dammit. Steele thought the guy was playing and, maybe he was, but Samuel had a feeling the guy wasn't faking it. He wanted Steele. See, Steele was gay or...as close to it as he could come without giving up his lust for females as well. And Sam didn't mind his best friend's sexuality. He knew it wasn't contagious or anything, it was a way of life. Plain and simple. And, anyway, Steele had never tried to put the moves on him. Not even when he'd had a crush on him way back when. Sammy hadn't been bothered by that either because he knew that his best friend hadn't been able to control his feelings and who he felt them for. Sammy watched the bartender and then looked at his best friend. Laughing inwardly, he looked at Steele.
"Aw, go ahead and kiss him, man. You know you want to." he ribbed Steele good-naturedly as he bumped his shoulder with his elbow.
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Post by steele alexander wilson on Dec 26, 2010 15:19:26 GMT -5
steele smiled and winked at him. steele couldn't believe his mind totally spaced when he had the chance to call sam. it wasn't like steele to avoid him like that. not that it was intentional, steele just had lots of things racing through his mind lately. sitting next to his friend again at their usual bar brought back so many memories and calmed steele down. no longer did he have to pound away at the alcohol, he could just take a breather and let sammy catch up to him. steele was at least two or three drinks ahead of sam. it wasn't much but steele was already starting to feel the effects. for instance, his longing to kiss the bartender on the lips as he stood close to him. if this bartender was as good of a kisser as he was at acting for tips, then he just might send steele home penniless.
steele wasn't expecting sam to nudge him in the ribs. this caused steele to lose his balance and practically fall forward. luckily the bartender caught him with his lips and kissed him. though the position of the kiss was a bit awkward, steele still found himself getting caught up in the moment. the two lingered for a few seconds, tongues interlocking, until steele got a full taste him. he tasted more alcohol from the guy then he did his own mouth. the bartender had an overly large tongue that was practically shoving itself further and further into steele's throat. steele could feel his own tongue fighting back but losing. nervously steele pulled away, nearly gagging for breath. he looked at the drunken bartender, who gave him a look of surprise, as though not expecting steele to pull away so fast. well, that ruled out one more guy in the room.
steele turned back to sam and laughed. "i may be a bit tipsy, but i'm not that drunk. i swear if he tried going further, i would've bitten his tongue off." steele joked to sam. then he thought of it and wondered how much information could he actually tell his best friend. though kissing was the same, whether it was with a female or a male, steele still wasn't sure how much information was too much for sam to even think about. sure sam's seen steele kiss a lot of guys, just like steele has seen sam kiss millions of girls, but steele never shared the juicy details with him before. maybe steele missed sam more than he realized, and was just over excited to be with him tonight.
"doesn't look like i'm getting far tonight," steele commented almost before the words processed in his brain. shit, there he went again. sometime steele forgot sam was straight, but he was still a guy right? there wasn't much difference between straight and gay guy's brains when it came to sex. at least that's what steele thought. "how about you? you know i'm a great wingman." steele only half joked. steele enjoyed being sammy's wingman. each time he did it, he always came up with a new character role. that was the only time steele was able to practice his drama skills.
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