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andrew cunningham, 18. call me andy. bisexual. bipolar. attending lansdale. living life, man.

[andycunningham-blog]

hey guys sorry i’ve been mia

i went to warped tour yesterday and now i have work until 7

i’ll post a starter when i get home

pls don’t hate me ily

[omfgvince]

When Andrew ordered the drinks, Vincent’s eyes widened with his mouth hung open a bit. “N-no! No more drinks!” He called out to the bartender. “Absolutely not. Bad idea. Terrible idea. Pointless idea.” He was only partially aware of how he was spitting out phrases continuously. 

[andycunningham-blog]

A sigh of disbelief fell from Andy’s lips as Vince’s worried tone filled the air. “Vince,” Andy quickly scooped the small boy into his arms for a hug. “my sweet young, Vincent. How could I ever repay you for saving me from my impending alcoholism? You are truly the greatest American hero.” Andrew smirked, the alcohol obviously forcing him to be more affectionate as well as more sarcastic. 

[stxrlucy-blog]

lucy cocked an eyebrow, nodding slightly as she looked at his empty glasses. “i’m sure they were.” she said with a laugh, shaking her head. the two of them together were like the perfect alcoholic combo. both loved their drinks, both could handle their drinks, and neither of them had a problem with it. the blonde shrugged her shoulders, “i don’t have much of a choice, a lot of my work is in LA.” she said, taking the drink from the bartender and immediately taking a large gulp; just what she needed. “i don’t know, i guess i’ve gotten used to it. i fucking hate airports, though. so stressful. so loud. too many people. lots of cameras. euck.” she said, shivering at the thought of going back into the busy crowds. her head tipped back as she laughed, imagining the boy in a disney t-shirt. “i don’t know, i think it’d suit you well.” she said with a wink, taking another sip of her drink.

[andycunningham-blog]

“How is Los Angeles? Is it as glamorous as everyone misconstrues or is it garbage?” Andrew questioned. He was never big on travel. You either love a place and stay there forever or you hate a place and never go back. But, he had always heard good things come out of Los Angeles, such as big cinematic productions. If he were to be honest, he had never seen any of Lucy’s work. Andrew always thought of Lucy as an individual, not as a celebrity. As Lucy laughed at his joke, he couldn’t help but laugh right along with me. “You think anything would suit me well.” He joked, placing his hand on her knee. When he was in this tipsy state, he often became more flirtatious and often liked to test his boundaries. Anyone who drank with him frequently knew this side of Andrew. “A pair of assless chaps, a gorilla costume. You name it, I look good in it.” He laughed, trying to take the attention away from his touch.

[emptyhcart]

“can you afford to get arrested for buying a drink for an underaged girl?” though honestly, she doesn’t really care. not much of a drinker, especially out where she could get nagged about it, she was mostly there for entertainment, and guessing by his state, he’d surely be able to help a girl out. “fuck it, sure. just a cider though, i need my shit together for this trip.”

[andycunningham-blog]

Andrew was certainly thrown off by the attitude the girl beside him produced. “Well, I could get arrested for buying myself a drink. But, it’s not a crime if you don’t get caught.” He shrugged, pouting a little due to her attitude. However, once he received her approval, he smirked. “Can you afford to get arrest for getting your shit together, young lady? After all, you are underage. I might have to tell the bartender so he can get you the kid’s menu.”

[rnedussa]

“is that a challenge? do you not think of me as a worthy rival?” hazel hues light up the slightest at this, the corner of her lip tugging upwards to create a sinister smirk. and though she notices his wandering look, she doesn’t remark on it – why would she? devon checked him out just as much. “yes, and it’s not honey.” she states her displeasure for nicknames, though her tone is filled with amusement. “well, andy, i don’t care much about sophistication. i find it quite boring, actually.” she rests her head in the palm of her hand and looks at the other. “devon.” 

[andycunningham-blog]

“I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself. You might get alcohol poisoning and that’s not a very good first impression.” He chuckled, feeding off the girl’s playful nature. He loved women who could be witty and sexy all in the same verse. His dark eyes met hers, his gaze becoming locked in them. Andrew attempted to listen to her, certainly, but her beauty made concentration a minuscule priority. Devon. The name cut through his ear drums and smirk immediately appeared on his large lips. “Well, well, well. It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms. Devon.” He motioned as if he was tipping his hat to her, followed by him taking a swig of his drink. “Where are you from, pretty lady?”

[timcthyhq-blog]

Tired was the way that Timothy would describe themself, for they woke up far too early to get ready in the most loose form of the word. They knew they needed time to get themself slightly presentable so that they wouldn’t be told to step aside and be searched for drugs. Sitting down begrudgingly, they spared a small look toward Andrew, nodding their head at his invitation. “Go for it, coke and rum is fine,” they said, leaning their head down against the cool bar table. “Want some Xanax or something for the trouble?” Came the question, not caring about the looks that could come from them being so blunt about statement.

[andycunningham-blog]

“Consider it done.” Andrew said as he motioned the bartender to over and ordered their drinks. Andy was considered an open person, never fearing awkward situation. Blunt was definitely an adjective that could describe him however, when the person next to him asked their question, Andrew’s eyebrows shot up. He then chuckled to ease any judgement that may have been misconstrued. “I’m not big into pills, I never have been. But, sure, I wouldn’t mind a Xanax.” Andrew gave them a warm smile. “Does flying make you anxious as well? Or do you just take pills to take ‘em?”

[rnedussa]

chaos had been reigning in the airport since they’ve arrived and devon’s nerves, which were never well hidden, could not be calmed without help from her vices. she promptly chose alcohol and was quickly sat on a stool in a bar she was surprised she found. in search of a bartender, she turns her head side to side, noticing a guy beside her. he offers her a drink and she eyes him up from head to toe before answering. “only if you make it an alcoholic one.” her tone is indifferent, though her words are accompanied by a sly smile. “it seems as if i need to catch up." 

[andycunningham-blog]

Andrew flagged down the bartender, who at this point, had become his close acquaintance. From meeting girls at bars, he was well aware of what girls like in terms of alcoholic beverages. In any other category, Andrew was clueless. “Honey, you’ll have to drink this bar dry to catch up to me. I’m on a roll here.” He said, sipping the drink that had just been placed in front of him. “Besides honey, do you have a name?” He smirked, scanning her face. And obviously her body. “I’m Andrew. You can call me Andy. But, Andrew makes me seem more sophisticated than I actually am.”

[stxrlucy-blog]

there was one thing on lucy’s mind when she got to the airport: alcohol. the girl flew a lot, seeing as she was constantly moving from set to set or doing photoshoots all over, but she still couldn’t stand airports. drinks before the flight, drinks during the flight, and drinks after the flight. that was how she did it. the small girl made her way to the bar, knowing full well where it was. stuck in her own little world, she didn’t even realize that she had sat down smack dab next to someone. so when she heard a voice talk smoothy beside her, she couldn’t help but jump a little. after the initial shock of it, she smiled at the boy beside her, nodding her head slightly. “you may,” she said with a slight laugh, leaning her elbows on the bar. she nodded her head towards the empty glasses in front of him, “already got a head start, huh?“

[andycunningham-blog]

Andrew playfully gasped, with notable sarcasm in his tone. “I’ll have you know, all of those drinks were virgin Shirley Temples. I am no alcoholic, missy.” It came as no surprised to Andrew that Lucy was the first person to sit beside him at the bar. After all, she was a small girl that could handle her liquor. Andrew and Lucy were well acquainted and drank together often; they were considerably bad influences for each other. Andrew signaled to the bartender and ordered their usual drinks. “I don’t know how you fly all the time.” He stated, practically snatching his whiskey from the bartender’s hand. “How do you deal with all this chaos? Seeing all these stressed out moms with their cult of sticky children freaks me out.” Andrew shuttered, taking a sip from his glass. “I saw one family and they were all wearing matching shirts. All because they were going to Disney. Don’t get me wrong, Disney is awesome. But, you wouldn’t catch me dead wearing a Mickey Mouse shirt.” He chuckled, trying to make his buzz less noticeable. “There will be no capitalist rodents on my apparel, no thank you.”

[omfgvince]

“Okay so first of all: No. I’m very much under twenty one. And so are you. So that leads to my second of all. How did you even get that? And then third of all, how many of those did you get?” He understood trying to cool down, but he didn’t understand needing a beer to do that. When he spotted the bar tender, Vince tried to get his attention. He wasn’t going to rat Andrew out, he just wanted to make sure he didn’t get any more drinks.

[andycunningham-blog]

Andrew playfully rolled his eyes as he realized who was seated next to him, his smirk growing larger. He shrugged, chuckling a bit. “I look twenty-one apparently. These bartenders don’t care. The drunker you get, the more likely you are tip them frivolously.” Andrew took another sip from his glass before he began to speak to Vince once more. “This is my fourth. You and I both know very well that it’ll take a lot more than four of these to do any type of damage.” Quickly, Andrew finished off his drink, making a sound of pure satisfaction as the glass clinked against the counter. “Come on, V, lighten up and have drink with me. You know you want to.” Andrew signaled to the bartender and ordered two more drinks. He knew Vince was less likely to drink the alcohol than his counterpart but, it was worth a shot.

[andycunningham-blog]

Leave it to Andrew to find a bar at an airport. With the commotion surrounding him, he thought it’d be best to be sipping on an ice cold beverage. Surely, he could have purchased an iced tea or a soda. However, beer seemed to be the just choice to calm his nerves. Andrew had never been partial to flying; his mother often kept him sheltered from things that could hurt her precious offspring. Thus, Andrew maintained the sustained discomfort surround airplanes that his mother instilled in him. Starting his fourth drink, he looked to the stool beside him. Someone had just sat down next to him. Luckily, Andrew often desired a companion for his drunken endeavors. “Can I buy you a drink?” He asked, a soft smile upon his lips. 

[adellagarcia]

Looking around, it seemed like every teenager crowded in the terminal was miserable and Sophia was no exception. Her headache made her more irritable, which meant that she was glowering and ready to snap at the first person that crossed her. Already, that had included her cousin, her ex something, and at least three strangers. She was on quite the roll, mostly because people wouldn’t stop touching her shit, and when someone just up and unplugged her laptop, she nearly blew a fuse. If she were called princess one more time, she was going to tear someone’s head off while doing her nails at the same time. When he stopped abruptly and changed his tune, she chuckled in spite of herself and raised an eyebrow challengingly. “That’s okay, I’ve probably pissed enough people off today using two at once, go for it,” She offered, sitting up slightly and brushing blonde hair away from her eyes. “Do you have a name?” Sophia ventured further, assuming he’d introduce himself at some point.

[andycunningham-blog]

Andrew allowed a sigh of relief to fall from his lips to the open air. He expected to get slapped or pepper sprayed; but, when the blonde girl seemed rather empathetic, he realized she maybe wasn’t as bad as he initially thought. He sat in the seat beside her hesitantly, his posture mirroring his discomfort. Andrew was unsure if sitting next to her was the right decision but, he decided to take the chance. “I’m Andrew. Most people call me Andy. I also accept And, Drew, and irresistible.” He couldn’t help but chuckle a bit at his own childish humor. “Do you have a name? Or can I just call you princess? I think you could definitely live up to the name look wise.” Andrew smirked at her, as his gaze shifted from his charging phone to the girl on his right. Girls usually felt comfortable when he used his charm however, he didn’t know how she was going to take it. Whether it was a punch to the face or a small smile, he was willing to take the risk.

[adellagarcia]

Traveling was nothing new to Sophia, she had it down to a science. She knew where the Starbucks was so she wouldn’t kill her classmates, she knew to go to the bathroom before everyone else realized they should go, and she was currently taking up two outlets with her phone and laptop. Brushing some hair out of her eyes, the blonde glanced up when someone tried to unplug her electronics. “Excuse me, did it look like I was done using that?” She snapped, closing her laptop and sliding it into her backpack before standing, finding it hard to argue with someone when they hovered over her. Okay, so maybe one cup of coffee wasn’t cutting it for her.

[andycunningham-blog]

Aimlessly wandering throughout the airport, Andrew exhaled in frustration. Public settings were his forte. However, this was not his ideal situation. He enjoyed parties in which there are illegal substances, not sweaty terminals where overwhelmed mothers attempt to round up their herd of sticky children. With his phone nearly hitting ten percent, he knew he needed to find an outlet to help him escape the stress-educing reality surrounding him. He approached a row of chairs that were vacant except the one closest to wall. Assuming one of the plugs in the wall had no functional purpose, he yanked it out. This was immediately followed by a chirping in his ear. Andrew was about to apologize, until he heard a harsh tone. “Listen, princess, I know you may think the world revolves around you but --” Andrew stopped as he made eye contact with the girl sitting beneath his gaze. He choked slightly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. You can have the outlet back if you would like. I didn’t think anyone was using it.” Andrew had simply assumed the person nagging him was a middle-aged woman who was going on a retreat with her church group. However, he did not realize that the girl that he had rudely retorted at was a beautiful, young woman. Usually, he wasn’t so irritable.

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