Nevermore

Joey Capone : 21

[thalia-palomo-blog]

Okay, no one cares about Chicago.

[thalia-palomo-blog]

Watched two men fall in love. It was pretty exciting at the time, but now it’s just like old news. 

[joey-capone]

Cute.

[thalia-palomo-blog]

Okay, no one cares about Chicago.

[thalia-palomo-blog]

Sorry you had to come back. Are you at all glad that you did? 

[joey-capone]

Not at all. But, I'm not going to sit here and whine about it, what did you do?

[thalia-palomo-blog]

Okay, no one cares about Chicago.

[thalia-palomo-blog]

But you’re okay now?

[joey-capone]

I'll be perfectly fine as soon as we get out of this goddamned city.

[thalia-palomo-blog]

Okay, no one cares about Chicago.

[thalia-palomo-blog]

Oh yeah.. You had serious shit with Chicago. That all go over well? 

[joey-capone]

Not really, for the most part. It wasn't pretty.

[thalia-palomo-blog]

Okay, no one cares about Chicago.

Time to leave.

[joey-capone]

Yes please, let's go. I've been saying this since we got here, though.

[isse--richtar-blog]

Bright Lights, Bigger City || [OPEN]

[isse--richtar-blog]

Isse was itching to do something. There was a gentle pulse of energy pumping through her blood, almost in time with the jazzy music. Her head bobbed a little, tight curls pinned to her head and feathered headband to top it off. The party was a distraction from the visit she still had to make. Isse wasn’t really looking forward to making the trip to the hospital to see her mom in a coma, but then again miracles could happen. Perhaps her mom was awake now. Isse shook her head. She’d think about that tomorrow, maybe. Hearing a voice nearby, she turned to look at the man. 

“Well, don’t you look dapper tonight? You can buy me one if ya dig.”

[joey-capone]

Joey did his best to put himself in the moment, in the music, but he couldn't stop thinking about the city. About being back. About.. Her. And about Briar, back with his friends. He shook it off, readjusting his hat, and grinned at the girl. Her little headband, was so cute.

"Alright then, what'd ya like?"

[isse--richtar-blog]

Bright Lights, Bigger City || [OPEN]

Isse stood in the bathroom of the Villa, reapplying the bright red lipstick she had decided on donning for the night. She pulled back from leaning over the sink to inspect her look as a whole: green flapper dress, satiny at the torso, and feathered at the bottom. Her heels hurt her feet, and she wondered how women back in the 1920s actually danced in them. With a fluff of her curls, she slipped her lipstick back into her tiny purse. She hadn’t wanted to bring along a big heavy one, mostly because she didn’t own one, but also because she read that small shoulder clutches were the style of the roaring 20s. She hummed softly to herself before pushing open the bathroom door and navigating her way back to the floor. She hadn’t found a good enough dance partner yet. She wanted someone who truly knew the ins and outs of swing dancing. Being a professional dancer—Or having been, more accurately—she was really picky about her dance partner. So, in hopes of meeting someone, she went to the bar to order something to sip on, tapping her fingers against the counter-top to the beat of the dancy music. 

[joey-capone]

Joey sat at the bar, having a drink. Chicago. Fucking Chicago! It was a disaster. He had put on a suit, and a hat he had borrowed from one of his friends- it was like, a fedora or something.. That was the one good thing about Chicago, seeing his friends again. They had agreed to babysit for him, for the night, like they always did, even though that wasn't the best idea. But that didn't help any of the stupid feelings, not a bit. So, instead of dancing, he stood at the bar, sipping on a drink, at trying to engross himself in the music. And that's when he saw Isse, that girl he sort of knew, tapping her fingers.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

[theedlowell]

Ah, my prison.

We meet each other again.

[joey-capone]

You from here?

[brady-frayne-deactivated2014012]

I hope Joey's an alba

[brady-frayne-deactivated2014012]

I’m Noah.

[joey-capone]

And what do you want from me?

[brady-frayne-deactivated2014012]

I hope Joey's an alba

[joey-capone]

No.

Yes. Who the hell are you?

[brady-frayne-deactivated2014012]

I hope Joey's an alba

[brady-frayne-deactivated2014012]

Don’t use that word, sir.

[joey-capone]

I'll use whatever words I fuckin' like, thank you very much.

[brady-frayne-deactivated2014012]

I hope Joey's an alba

[joey-capone]

A what the fuck are you talking about, kid?

[joey-capone]

A fuckin' party? You're kidding me.

[gavyn-churchill-deactivated2014]

This isn’t a fucking party. Get your mind out of the gutter.

[joey-capone]

If you're gonna be a smartass, I'd advise you just leave me alone, got it?

[joey-capone]

A fuckin' party? You're kidding me.

[joey-capone]

Fuck Chicago.

[joey-capone]

I’m Celeste, Celeste Ciora. Pleasure to meet you Joey.

Where're you from?

[joey-capone]

Fuck Chicago.

[joey-capone]

That’s your choice, I can’t make that for you. Unfortunately, no one can. But, your daughter should be number one. At least in my mind, however..how you parent is also none of my business.

Thank you! Anyway.. I'm Joey.

[joey-capone]

Fuck Chicago.

[braydenwinters-deactivated20130]

I’m not telling you to be better, I’m saying perhaps you’re changing and you don’t even realize it.

[joey-capone]

I don't want to be better. I want to be how I used to.