reckless child

。: ✦ ☾ JOY BROOKS☽ ✦ : 。 Not all girls are made of sugar, spice and all things NICE. Some girls are made of adventure, fine beer, brains & NO FEAR.

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jasonrklein‌:

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” he said with a grin, following suit and finishing the rest of his drink. “Tequila? Jesus, haven’t even been here for ten minutes and you’re already trying to get me dancing on top of the tables — fine, I’ll bite. I have a feeling they’re watering down this shit, anyways.”

An immediate chuckle escaped the blonde at his comment if there was anyone that had seen her wild table dancing enough times to know it by heart it was Jason. “Oh man, I pray for the day  I get you wasted enough to join me on top of a table,” she jested. “I have a feeling If we do that here we’ll be the talk of the town tomorrow though.” Waving the bartender over, Joy ordered a round of shots. “You ready, old man?”

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[brielarsan]

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carson-atwood‌:

“No need to apologize,” Carson replied, a soft chuckle falling from his lips. “In fact, I should be thanking you. I think that’s the first time I’ve really laughed tonight.” Her comment was flattering and, at the very least, amusing. “Why would you look like an idiot?”

“Well, you are very welcome. I’ll be here all night,” she said and curtsied jokingly. “Unfortunately, because this party is a real snoozer.” Before answering his question, Joy swung back the last of her whiskey — already waving the bartender over for another. “Because I’m only a few drinks in and I’m already telling you to take your clothes off. There’s not much hope for the rest of the evening.”

[brielarsan]

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jasonrklein‌:

Working at the DA’s office sure had its perks, one of which included being invited to important events by potential and former clients. Jason himself hadn’t worked on any of cases for the hospital, but luckily his boss enjoyed his company enough to invite him along. “Fuck, I haven’t been around this much alcohol since college,” he smirked, pressing his glass of whiskey to his lips. “Let’s hope I can handle my liquor a little better now — another round?”

“When was that, like a million years ago?” Joy jested with a playful grin as she downed the rest of her whiskey, already needing another glass to replace the empty feeling at the pit of her stomach. “Yes, please. I’m thinking of switching to tequila though. What do you say?” The blonde tempted, a crooked smile on her lips now. “Shots? Let’s test out that tolerance.”

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carson-atwood‌: 

A bottle of beer in hand and his cellphone in the other, Carson stood in a corner of the ballroom, his eyes scanning the crowd. He’d never been the type to attend fancy events like these, but a friend had kindly asked him to support the charity. Not wanting to sound heartless, he’d reluctantly accepted the invite. He checked his watch, trying to determine the soonest socially acceptable time to leave the gala. Glancing at the person beside him, he spoke, “As fun as all of this is, I can’t wait for the moment that I can finally take off this suit.” He chuckled softly. “I’m really not much of a tie guy.”

“That makes two of us then,” Joy chimed with a playful grin once the man spoke. She took a very long sip of her whiskey, knowing soon another refill would be needed. “Not much of a tie gal and I also can’t wait for the suit to come off,” she jested. “Sorry, I’ve had too many of these tonight. There goes my one goal of not looking like an idiot in front of my co-workers.”

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Britt Robertson photographed by David Joseph Perez for Nylon Mag.

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                                  。: ✦ ☾ Portland MC Charity Gala // Joy Brooks ☽ ✦ : 。

[diedhigh]

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pearl-cooper‌: 

The last time she got drunk with Joy, Pearl made a promise – she wasn’t going to take more than three shots. Here she was, already taking their fourth shot and it’s not even midnight. The school was about to start, she had few weeks left, after that she was going to be busy with classes and finals. Long story short, hell school (a stupid nickname Pearl came up with) was going to suck her soul out of her just like those dementors did to Harry and many others. 

“What kind of a deal are we talking about here?” Her brows elevated immediately, she mused in excitement. “This is not even a challenge because I know that guy.” She looked at him over her shoulders, then her gaze met with Joy’s. “Did you really call him cute? Are you wearing beer goggles already?”

“Free drinks, all night long until you’re basically puking your insides out,” the blonde exaggerated, a wide grin proudly on her lips. “Okay, so I didn’t know you knew him, obviously we’re going to have to change our target. Is there anyone in here you don’t know?” Joy looked around, although her vision was already blurring — beer goggles, as Pearl called them. “He’s not that bad okay,” she argued. “Besides I’m allowed to find anyone cute at this point, Aiden has been gone for six months and getting off through cam is barely keeping me sane.”

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heknewhimself‌: 

Clem always loved a good drink and if he wasn’t working late then he could often be found in any one of his favourite bars around the city. Tonight was no different Clem had ordered another drink after just finishing his first one.  Sometimes he would have had a few by now but tonight he was just taking things slowly as he had an early shoot in the morning.

turning to the woman next to him he looked at her. “The only issue with that is that he is married and I’m not gay, so I am not sure I would have much luck with that.” He replied looking at her.

“No one said you had to be gay,” Joy replied with a playful roll of her eyes. “It’s just a number — may be a bit of harmless flirting and you know free drinks.” She assured with a grin, downing the rest of her whiskey in nearly seconds. “It wouldn’t be the first time a married man gave his number out.”

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lozcrawford‌: 

“Is that even a real question?” Lauren shot a judgemental glare to the blonde, knowing the only way they were getting home tonight was stumbling the streets or in some random’s bed. “You better hurry the fuck up and get that chart done, I want to get shitfaced.” 

“You’re a bad influence,” the blonde chimed as she stepped out of the room. Checking on the last patient of the day was always bittersweet for Joy. Of course, she wanted to go home, she was exhausted, however, she knew outside the hospital there was not much for her. With Aidan gone, her days went by slowly and meaningless. Looking after her mother and drinking were her only companions. “Okay, let’s get out of here. I need shots.” Joy announced as soon as she went back to find Lauren.

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ellaxandrews‌:

El looked up at the stranger, a bit startled from her thoughts. Panning her gaze toward the bar tender they must have been speaking of, she gave the offer some consideration before responding. “Are you sure that’s the offer you want to make? I have expensive tastes.” El wasn’t in dire need of free drinks, but importantly, she just happened to have been chatting with the guy few minutes earlier when he’d refilled her Dalmore. “His name is Andre…or Dre for short. Now, if you manage to get anywhere with that piece of information, I just might buy you a drink, given he seems to be happily married with a three week old baby at home,” she commented, hoping she hadn’t thwarted the younger woman’s hopes and dreams, too badly.

“Positive,” the blonde reassured, “I would’ve been surprised to hear anything different.” Joy immediately smiled as the woman mentioned the bartender's name, making her little game even more interesting. “Three-week-old baby — that just makes it easier. The man must be driving himself insane and well, thinking someone out there still wants you is a bit of a breather.” She shrugged, taking another sip of her whiskey. “Men are too simple, but I could use another drink,” the nurse grinned as she waved the man over, downing the rest of the contents in the glass. “Deal.”  

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jfcadamk‌: 

It had been a hard week. Well, okay, that was an understatement… it had been a hard couple of weeks. He’d missed the familiar streets of his hometown, the nip of salt in the air, the green that stretched on for miles… Mostly though, he’d missed being home. Deciding to celebrate in the best way he knew, Adam hit up the local watering hole and parked himself in the front row. Women had to get drinks from somewhere… the bar was usually the best place to intercept their activities. But tonight, it seemed the opposite. Waiting for the bartender’s attention, he was spoken to by a young woman instead, to which he easily fell into conversation with a wry grin. “Well, hey, that sounds like an easy win for me,” He gestured, throwing a casual glance at the bartender, not bothered by the challenge. “But you might wanna rethink your offer. I’m not a cheap lightweight.”

“Cocky aren’t we?” Joy replied with a grin as she finished the last of her whiskey, the alcohol barely burning her throat on its way down. “Offer still stands — unless you know you can’t get those digits. There’s no shame in having no game,” she teased further, enjoying herself far too much now. “Don’t you worry about that, I’ve got plenty of cash to get you home drunk from the top shelf alone.”

[rihenna]

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carter-phillips‌: 

Carter glanced up at the sound of a voice next to her, having been utterly zoned out on her phone. It had been a busy work day, but a good one, and she had decided to celebrate with a drink. Even if it was one by herself. At the blonde’s words, a smile pulled across her lips, her eyes turning to look at the bartenders. Sure, she could see the appeal of the male bartender working in front of them, but Carter’s preferences swung closer towards the girl working at the other end of the bar. “I’ll pass on that deal. Not my type,” she said, a slight tinge of amusement in her words. “But hey, sorta the same deal - you buy my drinks if I help you get his number.” 

“What is your type, then?”Joy inquired, genuinely curious now as her game had seemed to become a tad more interesting, maybe even challenging. “Really?” The blonde asked with raised brows, thrilled for the sudden turn of events. She wasted no time to call the bartender over, putting on her best smile and what she considered as ‘flirty’ eyes. “You got a deal.” When the man eventually reached the two girls and asked what they wanted, Joy grabbed her phone from the back pocket of her jeans and set it on the counter, her eyes not leaving his for a second. “Go on,” she whispered over to the brunette.