“It’s just a cut. Not like I got bitten.”
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“It’s just a cut. Not like I got bitten.”
Bad Boy || Event 7
Knocking back what was near, if not upwards of, his tenth shot of Jose Cuervo as he turned the knob to the stereo he’d found in his apartment. Luckily, the disk inside the CD player was one he’d come to know very well throughout his travels in the rodeo; Tim McGraw. And goddammit, if he didn’t know the track number to every song... Number 6 was the one to get Austin’s party started every time. Whether or not he decided to put on a show tonight, he would definitely be bringing someone home with him.
“Girl you’ve never known no one like me Up there in your high society They might tell you I’m no good Girl they need to understand Just who I am”
Austin rocked his hips with the bottle of tequila in his right palm, a smirk played on his face as he sang along to the verse, then the chorus. Taking a particular interest to a figure he saw in the crowd, he pointed and winked, stepping closer to straddle the person. All in good fun, right? The liquor already had a hold of him, and it wasn’t going to let go any time soon, especially not with his favorite stripping song on. “I may be a real bad boy. But baby I’m a real good man.”
Vanity || Michele + OPEN
“You know, it’d be really great if at least one hairdresser could find their way here. These roots are gonna tell people I’m not actually forty,” Michele grumbled aloud as she eyed her reflection in the mirror in front of the treadmill.
Mid-afternoon Snack || Austin & (open)
Austin made his way to the kitchen as fast as he could, each hallway looking as familiar as the last. Finally he threw himself through a pair of doors and saw a figure standing next to a stove. After a sigh of relief and a moment to catch his breath, he spoke. “Heard there was a little lady that cooks down here... did I miss her?”