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Indie Multi Muse RP Blog. Frequent Muse: Harley Quinn. Multi-verse and OC Friendly. trackingthetag:...

I haven’t been here in so long but I’m moving lovely Brooke over to my multi-muse so it’s easier for me to keep track of everything and actually do replies.

Anyone who wants to go follow over there, I’ll be posting a starter call for her soon.

Love you all. It’s been great :)

[xander-g-blog]

Stop and Smell the Flowers [Xander & Brooke]

Xander was kind of annoyed.

Yeah, yeah, he was flexible. Okay, he was freakishly flexible. But it wasn't that big a deal. That didn't mean his idiot weightlifting buddy was in the right to show him just how much he failed at his hurdle splits!

Xander, of course, had known Ethan would pull his hamstring. The problem with big meatheads like Ethan was that they never quite got how flexibility was so important in strength training: all they did was lift weights, day in and day out, without thinking of the discs they were herniating and the joints they were straining. He shuddered when he thought of the form on their deadlifts--they didn't even bother to work on their hamstring flexibility! It was like they were all walking, talking back injuries.

He shook his head to clear his mind of thoughts that would only annoy him further. The point of his tangent was that he and Ethan had plans, Ethan's stupidity got in the way, Xander really wanted to get laid tonight, and now he didn't have anyone to go out with to find a layer to his layee. He realized as soon as his sneakers touched the welcome mat outside his shitty house that he wasn't in the mood to stay home, though, alone or no.

Truthfully, he was getting antsy for a kill. It had been almost three months since his last one, and his patience was wearing thin. All he wanted to do was mess around with some lowlife's insides--was that so wrong? It wasn't for him, but the rest of the world had a different opinion on the matter.

Fortunately he reached the club he'd had his eye on before his thoughts could drive him nuts. He still hadn't decided whether he wanted to get wasted, laid, or both, but he knew he was going to have to do something to get his mind off the hunger he was feeling. He didn't want to do anything rash, as he'd been in this world far too short a time to experience some dude's dick up his ass in prison. Now, there were specified dicks outside of prison he wouldn't mind experiencing once or twice, but that was a completely different story.

Entering the club without ceremony, Xander surveyed the place with a practiced eye. It was still a little too early for sex in the bathroom stalls, but a little too late for the sheepish. A good time, in his opinion. He liked leaving with his prize before things got too nasty, because when an ugly couple thinks nobody's watching and starts really going for it in a corner, it's a major turn-off.

Xander rolled his eyes and grabbed a drink, sauntering over to a free seat and watching the patrons gyrate on the dance floor. The hard part wasn't the dancing, definitely not. It was finding someone he liked enough to dance with.