lyricalrose:
“oh, really? tell me more HOW sexy it is if you’re daring enough.” smile curls into that devious way he’s always been good at since he was a kid and was about to pry himself into some mischief. but then it curls into something way more than mischief, it curls into giddiness, like when someone would give him all the attention as an affection-deprived kid and he finally felt special. loved! el makes him feel exactly like that when she says if they can’t wiggle, she doesn’t want their number. “i really AM special if no other guys are getting your number now.” grinning, it makes him laugh. so maybe when she leaves even the new york guys won’t be as cool as him? it gives him a tiny bit of hope, at least. thinking about all of this as he leads her around the right side of the building, following the sidewalk that curls around the whisky and there’s a tiny parking lot that attaches to the club. right behind that is a fence and another parking lot, which is attached to the building that’s probably an extension to his apartment complex. palm trees stuck here and there. he waits for the street to clear before crossing over, where directly is the white building and parking lot to his apartment. once he leads the way across the road, there’s a white brick wall landscaping the slope of the road then a tiny entrance where a small case of stairs greets them with black railing. once they reach the top, the redhead leads her down the middle of hall. the door is already open, so with a turn of the knob they’re being welcomed by the smell of cigarette smoke. mtv on what has to be volume 100 it’s so fucking loud. and the sound of horse playing and giggling coming from the living room where the party must be. the hallway has lays chip bags, beer cans and boxes of twinkies strewn across it. and a pair of someone’s shorts randomly mixed in. “okay, i promise i’m not the one that lives like a pig.” chuckling, even though it’s actually not funny to him. it actually irritates him to no end. “my room is really tiny but the cleanest part to this trash hole. i promise.” he’s the only one that showers the most, too. so he’s really sorry in advance if she smells a room full of smelly dudes and their armpits. yeah, too bad he has to pass the living room to get to his room too. “GUYS, can you turn that shit down some?” he yells down the hall, holding the door open for el. there’s a pause and axl wonders if they even heard his loud voice but steven eventually leans over, peeking over the shoulder of the topless blonde on his lap. he sees there’s a new girl he’s never seen before with the redhead and he’s already grinning at this opportunity to embarrass the singer, “oh, ax has a girlfriend with him!” he grabs the remote, turning it down just so axl and everyone in the apartment can hear him, “we better turn it down before we ruin his date.” steven is obnoxious as always, and the girls he gets with are equally that way since she’s looking over her shoulder and seeing the singer hold the door open for that girl steven’s talking about, “awww, he’s such a romantic with his girlfriend! why don’t you act so romantic stevie?” she giggles, trying to place the can of beer on top of his fluffy mane of blond curls. “we are romantic, sweetie. we got this whole couch to be romantic on.” by then axl is trying not to blush at el being called his girlfriend twice and vomit at them both on the couch half naked. one more piece of clothing comes off them and they will be fully naked. god, he hopes el doesn’t think he’s some kind of weirdo just because there’s two drunk people on the couch close to making babies. slash and his girlfriend making out in the corner of the living room, couldn’t care less what’s going on. a soused duff and a couple of his friends in the kitchen acting like lunatics, laughing until their lungs burn and using cooking ware as instruments. like they’re a bunch of three year olds or something. and izzy… well like always izzy’s somewhere else and not even here. least that’s one less moron making his life hell right now.
elouise puckers those plump lips of hers in mischievous thought. corners of her mouth upturned in nature and her tawny eyes sultry and squinted. cheeks growing warmer and blushing the longer she thinks of an explanation as to how sexy his wiggling is. it just is. “i don’t know. i suppose if a guy is good at dancing, it must mean that he’s good at other things too...” she admits with a kittenish smirk, heart thumping at such a bold statement — even if she’s just making all of this up as she goes. she can’t help but stifle a giggle by sinking her pearly teeth into her lower lip. how crude. she already regrets saying that. “you are! my standards are super high now, all thanks to you. if he can’t wiggle? i don’t want to know him!” she even playfully extends a hand to pretend like she’s swatting away some poor guy who can’t wiggle. as harsh as it looks and sounds, it’s all in good fun. especially as she glances over at her newfound friend with a dazzling grin, elouise simply relishing in the adorable grin that is now cast upon his own face. she doesn’t know what to expect when they reach his apartment. though, the closer they get to it — the further it dawns upon her that she’s actually here and doing and this. going home with some guy she only met a few hours earlier, and in a completely foreign city. his intentions are pure, she’s sure. but she still can’t help but shy up at the fact that he doesn’t live alone. what will they think? a smile creeps onto her face as they reach the door, deja vu washing over her as the all too familiar scent of cigarette smoke and the distant thud of mtv hits her in the face. “i’m from brooklyn.” a gigantic junkyard. “it can’t be that bad.” she reassures him with a stifled laugh as she takes in her surroundings within taking only a few steps into the noisy apartment. the first thought that comes to mind being; “boys will be boys...” but elouise utters it amusingly under her breath so as not to worry him any more. shuffling on down the hall until they reach the threshold of what she’s assuming is the party room, shyly peeking over her ginger-haired counterpart’s shoulder with a gentle smile. “hi everyone!” she chirps, the smile that resides upon her face only stiffening the moment she spots a couple practically naked on the sofa, and she’s suddenly feeling as though she’s walked in on something she shouldn’t have. cheeks growing rosier by the second, especially at being called axl’s girlfriend. that alone has elouise’s heart jumping into her throat.
