i like the way you work it, no diggity.

Carson McKaela Evans, 20.

[efronok]

I feel that statement on an emotional level. 

[fckcarsonevans]

Is that so?

[efronok]

It’s pretty beautiful in my bed to, where I plan to spend my night. 

[fckcarsonevans]

All beds are beautiful. 

[fckcarsonevans]

It is so beautiful tonight, almost perfect. 

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Drunk Bonding || Louis + Carson

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Louis made a face as he heard the mention of best behavior. “That is the opposite of our goal here tonight,” he protested, lifting his beer to take a healthy sip of it and forgetting he’d mentioned shots until swallowing the bitter liquid. His eyebrow rose as she shrieked and laughed, wondering if she really was such a lightweight that a shot and a beer would do her in. He remained doubtful both about the cartwheels and her ending Niall’s undefeated streak, but another couple shots would probably change his mind. “Mmmm, confident are you? I’ve made grown men and woman cry with my moves.” he confided, with a slight giggle. “Actually it might have been my lack of motivation and troublemaker personality but shhh.”

He motioned for two rounds of shots and shrugged a little. “I don’t think I need to know how to dance. I mean, it’s cool for some but I’d rather be graceful on a football pitch than another version of a stage, ya know?” Grimacing as he braced himself to knock back the small glasses, he waited for the tell tale flush to hit his veins and redden his cheeks. “So, Carson. Anything else you wanted to know?”

[fckcarsonevans]

She raised an eyebrow at his instant protest. "Well I need to be able to walk home safely, don't I?" She questioned him. The brown eyed girl finished off her beer, making a face at it's bitter taste, curling her lips in then setting the bottle back down. Carson could handle a good amount of alcohol before she started to get buzzed. "I am very confident, Mr. Tomlison. I do believe that I will beat him one day." She nodded her head, with her curls bouncing. "Dancing is fairly easy." A giggle left her lips as she shook her head. "Your secret is safe with me." She stuck her tongue out at the older male. She placed her manicured hand on a shot glass, nodding her head as he spoke. "Yeah, I understand completely, and that is totally fine." She flashed a smile in his direction, before tipping her head back and downing the shot. Making a face as the liquid burned her throat, she shook her head. "I wouldn't want to push it, anything you want me to know?" 

[bryce-claron-blog]

Just the wallet In general?

[fckcarsonevans]

Yes and this is so upsetting.

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Drunk Bonding || Louis + Carson

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"Never apologize for doing stupid shit. That is the precise reason we’re here." Louis teased, "And same. I think the Brits were the last time I was out drinking." He always felt lame drinking alone, and a glass of wine or a couple beers with dinner was well and fine, but also boring. Most of his friends would rather get high than drunk so he’d stayed in more often than not. He ordered their beers and settled at the table with a slightly awkward nod. It felt weird talking about himself without seven cameras in his face and his boys on either side of him. 

A white crayon? “White crayons are very in demand around Easter time, don’t knock ‘em,” Louis replied automatically before raising his eyebrows at her very much not-white crayon background. “Been here a whole year? You must know all the awesome spots.” Both eyes went wide as he tried to picture a cartwheel in heels and wished the bar wasn’t quite so cozy ‘cause he’d like to see that. A delighted laugh left his lips as she challenged Niall to a food-off and talked a big game. “Oh yeah? When he gets here, we’ll have to put that to the test. I’d like to see it.” Louis decided, texting his friend that he had a competitor for him before he was freezing as the table was turned on him. “Well I mean, the internet has some of it right. Was born in Doncaster. Got two identical brothers. I’m 22. Got a shitload of tattoos. In a boyband and spend most of my time either writing, planning, or doing that or training, playing, and dealing with football things. ‘fraid I’m actually the white crayon of us. And I can’t dance. At all. Shall we get another shot?”

[fckcarsonevans]

A giggle escaped her lips as she took another swig from the beer. "Really? Well I'm going to try and be on my best behavior." A smile formed across her lips as she placed her beer back down on the table. She was pretty happy that she was finally out with someone and that she was actually enjoying herself for the first time in a long time, she didn't get to do this a lot, might as well make it memorable.  "Yes a white crayon!" She shrieked then laughed, nudging him lightly at his comment. "Cartwheels in heels, insane right? Maybe I'll show you sometime." Her eyes wandered around the room before landing back on Louis. "I can definitely own him in an eating context." Carson said confidently. "Well, you do more than I do, it's hard for me to accomplish anything." She shrugged. "I could always teach you to dance, if you'd like." She thought she'd offer, it wasn't a big deal if she taught him. "I think we shall." She nodded her head reassuringly. 

[dobrev-addict]

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Drunk Bonding || Louis + Carson

[fckcarsonevans]

jfcxtommox:

Did he want her to take them off?! Psh, no. What kind of manly pride did she think he lacked? Also ‘just comes naturally’ was bullshit. There was nothing natural about balancing precariously on four inches of heel. Louis did briefly consider the lesson, but what use would he have for that, really? Heels weren’t his thing. “I think I’ll pass, thanks,” he said dryly, though he was quite impressed as she ordered whiskey right off the bat. “I like your style. Two shots of whiskey please,” he opened up a tab and watched the drinks be poured before gingerly picking his up and grinning over at her as he clinked them together. “Here’s to a night to remember, yeah?” Laughing slightly, he downed the harsh liquid, swallowing before it could burn too bad and giving himself a moment before he tried to talk again.

How was it being able to be himself? Louis had no idea, but he figured she wasn’t exactly fishing for the most honest answer. “What do you want to drink to sip on?” he asked instead, “We can go to one of the tables a little farther away from all the distractions.” Once he’d ordered whatever it was she wanted, he led them off towards the railing and hopped up onto one of the chairs, secretly pleased his feet touched the bottom rung and thought about what else to say. “Yeah, it’s nice to go out and about and not have bodyguards breathing down my neck. It’s still a little weird, though. I feel kind of unsafe all the time? But that’ll fade. How ‘bout you? Where are you from Carson? What do you do? Tell me everything!”

She chuckled and clinked her glass with his, nodding in a agreement. "Here's to a night to remember." Carson smiled wide and downed the shot. As she never usually drank, she could easily down any type of alcohol, what could she say? She started early. The burning sensation of the liquid didn't phase her anymore, she was fairly use to the taste of it. "I'm going to apologize in advance for any stupid shit I do..." She flashed her pearly whites innocently at him, moving her hair out of her face in the process and placing it behind her ear. "I'm looking forward to having a bit of fun, it's been a while since I've been out." She confessed. "A beer is just fine." She smiled, it took her a while to drink beer due to not liking the taste of it all that much. "Yeah that sounds nice." Carson got up and started walking over to the table with him. "Yeah, it must feel nice, huh?" Her brown eyes locked with his blue ones, she took her blazer off and sat it on the seat behind her, making sure she got comfortable. "Me? Oh.. I'm about as interesting as a white crayon, to be honest." She thought for a minute. "Well I'll give you a brief biography, my name is Carson McKaela Evans, I'm twenty and I was born in Sofia, Bulgaria. I moved to Toronto when I was five, moved here when I turned nineteen." Her shoulders did a shrugging motion before running her hands through her hair. "I can do cartwheels in high heels." She wiggled her eyebrows playfully. "I'm a dancer and I like to eat, and personally between Niall and I, I think I'd have him beat." She said confidently. "Tell me about you, I don't believe what the internet says, I wanna hear it from you, no one else." Carson smiled and took a sip of her beer. 

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Drunk Bonding || Louis + Carson

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  Louis would never understand heels and given how he’d stopped growing a couple years ago, would probably never stop hating them either. The girl looked like she might just be taller than him sans heels  and now he felt embarrassingly tiny. But at least she was giggling already and that was always a balm to the ego. He liked making people laugh, far preferred the company of those who refused to take themselves serious than the stuffy people they were used grouped with. Regular bar he could do but sparkling conversation may be a bit harder. Regardless, he fell in line with her and tried to figure out how the hell she didn’t wobble as she walked or like, fell off. “Do they teach you how to do that?” he asked finally, gesturing towards her heels as he stepped forward to hold the door open for her. “I just can’t - it boggles my mind.”

Grinning at the bartender he’d already deemed awesome and friend worthy and ensured he got the same judgement with a healthy amount of tipping, he guided the girl towards the bar to start. “What’s your poison of choice, lovely? Though, I think we should set some ground rules here. If I do it - you do it. And vice versa. So if I want a shot of whiskey and you want a fruity and or chocolately giant girly drink - we both gotta drink all of both, deal?” Louis had no idea what her tolerance was, but his own wasn’t exactly brag worthy given how tight of a leash he’d been on for the past however long and he was counting on it being quite a night to remember. Or not remember and hopefully be documented by someone somewhere.

[fckcarsonevans]

Carson looked at him, they were about the same height. She questioned if he felt weird. "I could take these off if you'd like..." She giggled under her breath, not wanting to embarrass him. "Not, it just comes naturally I guess, I'd totally teach you how to walk in them." She said with a straight face, flipping her hair over her shoulder. She knew she wasn't serious, but it'd be hilarious to see. She approached the bar and headed inside, taking a seat by the bartender. After taking a seat, she looked at Louis, admiring his features. Even if she was kidding, she pictured him in high heels.  "Too many poisons to choose from, we'll take whiskey first." She said confidently. "But yeah, that arrangement sounds pretty good to me!." She smiled wide, she didn't know what this night had in store for her but she wanted to find out. "So how is it being able to be...yourself here? Must feel good right?" She smiled at him trying to make conversation. 

[wildxartist-syd]

Let’s send him on a wild goose chase or something. 

[fckcarsonevans]

Oh god, yes!

[wildxartist-syd]

He’s got it coming after he thought it was a good idea to leave his number on my cup. 

[fckcarsonevans]

Do something to freak him out

[srslyhemmings-deactivated201405]

I would never steal! But if I find it, I’ll be sure to fish out your pretty lil’ face from the folds. Can I ask what else is in there, though? 

[fckcarsonevans]

Money, receipts, nothing much really. 

[efronok]

Do you want me to look around for it? I’m not sure what else to do. 

[fckcarsonevans]

It's golden and it has CME engraved on it, if you spot it, just tell me? I'd appreciate it. 

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Drunk Bonding || Louis + Carson

It was weird being in a city and actually being allowed to go out and connect with people. For years now, Louis had kind of been in his isolated bubble of accepted people and the idea of going to get a few drinks with a stranger was almost scary. He didn’t know if he could trust her. It was a chance he was willing to take though. His outfit was simple - skinny black jeans and a mostly buttoned white button down, headband firmly in place and just barely deciding to leave his glittery hoodie at home. It lovely though, especially when drunk or high so he discarded the white button up for a white v neck and pulled the hoodie on with a happy sigh. He wasn’t trying to impress anyone. If he wanted to get laid, there were a few numbers he could call regardless of what he was wearing.

Walking to the address the girl had agreed to meet him at, he waited with his hands in his pockets, trying to shake the urge to duck and pull his hood up every time someone passed. By the end of this trip he was going to act and feel like a normal human being again, he was determined. And that started with drinks and casual chatter with a gorgeous girl who may or may not get him into exciting amounts of trouble tonight. Carefully he made sure Liam’s number was still programmed into his phone several times and in obvious ways for his drunken mind and then looked up hearing shoes on the cement. “Hello there, lovable drunk. You want a regular bar first or straight to the dance club?”

[fckcarsonevans]

After agreeing to meet up with the famous Louis Tomlinson, Carson got ready, she curled her hair slightly and put on some casual makeup, she didn't over do it --clowns weren't needed here. The brunette slid on a pair of faded jeans, complimenting it with a red ruffled top and throwing a pair of heels on. The Bulgarian grabbed her essentials and headed out to meet her new friend, Louis. She was sure he was hesitant to actually meet up with you, in case she was some crazy fan, sure she was a fan, but she wouldn't try and tackle him, she would act like a normal person would.  Her four inch heels clicked and clacked along the concrete streets, she walked towards the area they were supposed to meet. Carson wasn't going to deny the fact that she was crazy nervous, she didn't want him to think negatively about her, then again she was always self conscious. Her brown eyes seen someone standing with their hands in her pockets, here goes nothing, Carson walked towards him and waved. Giggling slightly at his remark, she finally spoke up. "Hello there, Sass Master," Her smile appeared on her face. "I think we can start with a regular bar, it'd be better for us to talk." She nodded and walked in the direction of the bar, with him following in pursuit. 

[srslyhemmings-deactivated201405]

I suppose ‘finders, keepers’ doesn’t apply here, does it? 

[fckcarsonevans]

...If you took it, I just need my I.D's, everything else is useless. 

[efronok]

Do you need any help?

[fckcarsonevans]

I'm only really worried about my I.D's in it. I kind of need those, I need a little help.. 

[fckcarsonevans]

I lost my wallet, how amazing is my life.