the luster fades away

Ciarán Coileáin | Twenty Four | Singer/Songwriter nav

[donnie-gillette-blog]

“Yeah, well, they got money and lawyers, and shit, that’s really all you need to stay on your own two feet.”

[gdiciaran]

Ciaran chuckled darkly. “Then we get stuck with assholes, monsters, and fascists lording over us.”

[gdiciaran]

donnie-gillette:

“Eh, I really honestly wouldn’ be too upset about this place getting their ass handed to ‘em in court, you know?”

Ciaran grinned unpleasantly. “Surprised it hasn’t happened sooner, honestly.”

[gdiciaran]

curt-hodgkiss:

“I mean, yeah,” Curtis shrugged. “It won’t be the most fun thing I’ve ever done with my life, or anything, but I guess if I hadn’t been such an idiot and called you out on the internet, then maybe we wouldn’t be in this situation. I can take some accountability.”

Ciaran narrowed his eyes. What was he playing at? Admitting his fault, making it seem like he was better than him. “Good,” he said. “we can just get on with it then, can’t we?”   

[gdiciaran]

curt-hodgkiss:

“Yes, I’m sure it’ll be an incredible adventure for us to work together,” he chuckled a bit and shrugged. “At least Wesley will be proud of us for putting forth effort.”

Ciaran gave him a suspicious look. "Do you actually mean that? Not about Wes, he'll be pleased for sure."

[gdiciaran]

donnie-gillette

“Don’t give me ideas, dude. You could be a lawyer for all I know. Or a park rep.”

“Please. If that were true I’d’a had your arse for the sign being broken.”

[gdiciaran]

curt-hodgkiss

“Oh, well, Gabe is quite talented. I’m glad he’s in charge of it,” Curtis raised an eyebrow. “It is sports, thanks. I might not be entirely talented, but I’m going to put forth a good effort.” he scratched the side of his head. “When do we have to start rehearsing, then?”

“He’s pretty good, I guess,” he said, shrugging. “We can start, yeah. That stupid event isn’t too far off and I expect we’ll have our share of issues,” it took him a second to find the right word, “to work through.”

[gdiciaran]

curt-hodgkiss:

“Yeah, some shit indeed,” he chuckled a bit. “I don’t suppose you’ve made any progress on figuring out what we’re supposed to do for that thing, huh?” he rolled his eyes. “Well, maybe I’ll just keep doing my sports thing and you just keep doing your giving to my charity thing and that’ll be enough?”

“Yeah, Gabe and I have. He’s done a lot of good work. We could probably start rehearsing soon.” He didn’t look too enthused at the prospect. “If you call that sports, sure. I’m all about charitable efforts.”

[gdiciaran]

curt-hodgkiss:

“They might actually want to see me, because I hear some of your fans like my music,” he shrugged. “I mean, that’s why we have to behave ourselves, right?”

“It’s okay, I don’t hold it against them.” He sighed, annoyed. “And because your fans are positively rabid and are a danger to themselves and others. Oh, and some shite about being professional.”

[gdiciaran]

curt-hodgkiss:

“This isn’t the FIFA World Cup, Coiliean,” he rolled his eyes. “It’s soccer. You’re in America now. Get used to our words.” he snorted and then shrugged. “Hey, I don’t care why you come, as long as you do. Thanks. Invite your weird moody fans, too.”

“It’s football no matter what time of year. Soccer is a nonsense word.” He crossed his arms. “I’ll just invite them to send money to the cause. No need for them to waste it on you.”

[gdiciaran]

curt-hodgkiss:

“So, I’m going to be doing this charity sports game thing, and it seems like a lot of fun, which means you should buy a ticket and support me making a fool of myself because I haven’t played soccer since I was eight, and also support the charity. What do you say?”

“It’s called football, first of all,” he pointed out. “Secondly, support you making a fool of yourself? I’m game for that.”

[gdiciaran]

gabepsolano:

“That attitude is exactly why Lady Gaga banned you from her Grammys afterparty.”

"Hey, it's not my fault her parties are a trip in and of themselves. Anyone else's party and I would've been fine."

[gdiciaran]

$

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text

[Ciaran:] dude this shit is choice come home before i use it all + pass out before we can have some fun 

[gdiciaran]

rhiannonbye:

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[gdiciaran]

curt-hodgkiss:

Curtis glanced at him and smiled a grimacing smile. “Thanks,” he muttered and then suddenly he sat up and gripped the toilet seat as he vomited. He couldn’t help it. His stomach was clearly done holding this all this alcohol. “Ugh….yeah, I’m fine, thanks. You don’t have to stay and watch.”

Ciaran’s lip curled with disgust. “Don’t mention it.” Checking his phone again, he saw that the uber would be there shortly. “Right, well. I’ll be leaving, then. It’s been,” he raised an eyebrow, “it’s been something. Night, Hodgkiss.” He turned to leave.

[gdiciaran]

porter-delaney:

I saw you do it, you prick.

Did not. 

[gdiciaran]

curt-hodgkiss:

“Oooh, the moody Irish guy got into my room, ooooh,” Curtis rolled his eyes but then he just curled up by the toilet and shrugged. “Oh, okay. I can remember to do that.” he looked at him again. “Can you tell Wesley that I missed seeing him? Since you live with him and all…”

“Er,” he didn’t like the familiarity with which he talked about Wesley, “sure, I’ll tell him.” He checked his phone and called for an uber to pick him up. “You all right, then?” If Curtis turned up dead the next morning, Ciaran didn’t want to be held responsible.

[gdiciaran]

curt-hodgkiss:

“I remember that there’s one in my room…” he groaned and then started wobbling along, tugging Ciaran with him for support, as he made his way to the master bedroom, which had the master bathroom in it as well. “Here it is…” he flopped down on the floor near the toilet, rubbing his face. “Thanks Ciaran.”

“Haha, I’m in your room,” Ciaran sneered. Now in the light of the bathroom, he saw that Curtis really did look like shit. He thought about snapping a picture of him in this state, just in case, but when Curtis said thank you, he let the idea go. Ciaran went to the bathroom sink and tilted the ceramic cup there, spilling it’s contents on the counter, then filled the cup with water. “Here, when you feel like you can keep something down, drink this before bed.”