Adam Kensington

Adam Kensington The gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds But they haven’t seen the best of us yet

[addisonkensington]

Nice to Meet You, I'm Molly. || The Kensington's

[addisonkensington]

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[addict-adam]

Adam rolled his eyes as Addy laid down on the couch. "Nonsense. You need to eat before you're really not hungry." He turned on the stove, swallowing the acid that was rising up in his throat. As he was cracking eggs into the bowl he looked over at Addison, who seemed to be sulking at this point. But Adam knew what was done was done. They might as well make the best of it. After he put the bacon on the griddle and the eggs in the pan he snuck up on her, tickling her. "Lighten up, Addison."

[addisonkensington]

Nice to Meet You, I'm Molly. || The Kensington's

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[addict-adam]

Adam was shocked, to say the least, as Addy threw her head back, swallowing down the pills -- but he followed suit. His eyes met hers warily and he could tell how scared she was, so he forced a reassuring smile. "What the fuck are we doing?" he asked, a nervous laugh escaping his lips. He knew it would be at least thirty minutes before they started to feel the effects. It would probably be the longest thirty minutes of his life. It was then that he realized that they had yet to eat breakfast. Knowing that in a half hour they would have no desire for food he sat her down at the table. "Bacon and eggs sounds great, yeah?" He walked into the kitchen rummaging through the fridge. 

[addisonkensington]

Nice to Meet You, I'm Molly. || The Kensington's

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[addict-adam]

Adam let out a nervous laugh, picking up two pills off the table. "Dare me?" he said, raising his eyebrows. He still sort of felt like none of this was real, that it was all just a giant pissing contest and that they would end up watching a TV show and not doing this. But the pills were in his hand, and Addison, despite how nervous she looked, didn't seem like she was going to back down either. He picked up the other two and put them in her hand.

[addisonkensington]

Nice to Meet You, I'm Molly. || The Kensington's

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[addict-adam]

The bag was taunting him and he wanted nothing more than to open it, but instead he sat it back on the table. There were four pills inside, which was troublesome to him for some reason. As if one wouldn't suffice, producing a nine to fifteen hour high on it's own. A ridiculous laugh escaped from his lips at the thought. 

He pushed against Addison's shoulder. "Four pills, Addy? Were you expecting company?" His nerves were frazzled, but he was starting to feel more and more like this was something he could enjoy, despite the tinge of guilt. "Open the damn bag, Addison."

[addict-adam]

[addisonkensington]

Nice to Meet You, I'm Molly. || The Kensington's

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[addict-adam]

Adam chuckled. He felt guilty that they were even in this situation. Though there were many options for what he could possibly do to avert the situation, the addict in him insisted that it was too late to turn back. He stepped toward Addison, grabbing the bag and looking at the contents. His eyebrows perked up as he held it between two fingers and looked back at his sister.

"Last chance to take it back, little sister," he said. His voice was shakier than he had intended, but he still managed to pull off the cocky banter they had between them throughout the night.

[addisonkensington]

Nice to Meet You, I'm Molly. || The Kensington's

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[addict-adam]

The room was spinning and Adam's mouth had gone dry. He had honestly thought that Addison was bluffing when she made the phone call and when she directed him to "Big Mike's". And now here they were and he was suddenly very unsure of what to do. His palms were sweating, and he rubbed them against his pants, a little shocked by Addy's sudden outburst. But this had started light-heartedly, so he tried his best to keep it up.

"You do something," he retorted, walking toward the couch. He sat on the arm of it, raising his eyebrows. "You could always just flush them." His shoulders lifted and fell as if it was nothing, but his heart was racing at the thought. Ecstasy wasn't really his gig, but it had been so long since he had done it -- and now that it was here... his thoughts trailed off, a small smirk forming on his face. "You're not really gonna take them, are you? With me right here?" His arms folded across his chest.

[cole-westwood]

Catching Up || Adam and Cole

[cole-westwood]

Cole caught the shirt, holding it in front of him as he looked down and read it. He set it aside, not bothering to put it back from wherever Adam had picked it up from. “I think I’d rather go with the classic ‘Female Body Inspector’ but I think just taking my shirt off works as a better chick magnet.”He looked around the dark scene covered in all the toys that they’d wanted to mess around with when they were young enough to think it made them cool. He saw the error in his ways now, but he was glad no one could look back at him in time. 

Cole found his way next to Adam, looking at the silver pens and gaudy cases that literally everything was in. He picked one up and inspected it, fighting the urge to buy it. He put it back down and walked past Adam, pulling on the beads jokingly as he passed by. “Why the hell did we think this was a fun place? Are you sure we weren’t already drinking?” he shook his head at all the novelties surrounding them. 

[addict-adam]

Adam grabbed a can of metallic blue paint, nodding, a small smirk forming on his face. "It's questionable," he answered absent-mindedly as he flipped the can in his hand. "How much trouble do you think we'd get in?" He eyed the can and then looked up at Cole, his eyes dancing with mischief. The urge to recreate their childhood was strange, as Adam usually liked to push it to the back of his mind. Not that he had a bad childhood, just that it was not worth dwelling on, since it usually made him sad. But tonight, it was different. He felt like a child again, and it seemed perfectly acceptable to act like one as well.

"I'm buying this," he confirmed as he walked toward the register, accidentally knocking a rubber chicken off its hook. He didn't bother to pick it up. The floor of this place was often littered with novelty items since they were so poorly organized. He put the can on the counter, eyeing the punk rocker on the other side. Since spending time in Alabama with his late friend, Adam had started noticing more and more attractive men. He was licking his lips, a stupid grin on his face when he noticed Cole standing beside him. He instantly straightened up, pulling out his wallet. 

[addisonkensington]

They call him that because he deals to a lot of people. 

Alright we’re done here.

[addict-adam]

Alright. Homeward bound, Miss Kensington.

[addisonkensington]

There he is. See? Was I lying? No.

Thank you Mike.

[addict-adam]

He's a little... tiny, to be called Big Mike, don't ya think?

[addisonkensington]

Right. And you just happen to be an expert on class?

Big Mike does exist.

[addict-adam]

I think I'd know a thing or two...

Big mike? Really? Alright, well let's see the magic then.

[davis-wes-dead]

Can I help you?

[davis-wes-dead]

I’m just going to invoke my right to remain silent on that matter now. However as far as Molly goes, other than the fact that I didn’t do what she wanted me to and that I made a mistake, no not really.

[addict-adam]

Ouch. Women can harness that anger for ages it seems, especially family.

If it's any consolation, I'm pretty sure Addison is still pissed at me. She's just putting up with me so that I won't go live in a motel room.

[addisonkensington]

It’s called having class, Adam. Learn to get some please. You make me look pathetic.

[addict-adam]

You wouldn't know class if it hit you in the face, Addison.

Mike doesn't even exist, does he?

[addisonkensington]

Um…go 10 blocks and take a right.

[addict-adam]

Is this the place? Doesn't look like any dealer's place I've ever seen.

[addisonkensington]

Shut the hell up and get in the car.

[addict-adam]

Don't tell me to shut up.

Fine... where to?

[davis-wes-dead]

Can I help you?

[davis-wes-dead]

Yeah, she’s nice until she’s not.

No problem. Honestly, if I ever locked myself out I’d hope there’d be some willing to put me up for a bit.

[addict-adam]

Well if I ever manage to get my own place, I'll return the favor. Although I don't think Addy would mind coming home to you there, either. Especially if you were locked out.

So Molly -- any reason why she's so cold lately?

[addisonkensington]

Damn, I think I’m out of gas!

[addict-adam]

I knew you didn't have it in you.