Post by elijah noel davidson on May 18, 2012 17:40:12 GMT -5
elijah was drunk. well, actually... elijah was hammered. obliterated. slaughtered. off his tits. you get the gist. you'd expect with the way the english male was holding his empty pint glass in the air in the pub (the other holding on tightly to the bar to keep himself from collapsing to the floor) that he was celebrating a special occasion, something like his band announcing new tour dates to places he'd never been before, or the release of their new single has gone worldwide and fans are going crazy for it. but... no. that wasn't the case in the slightest. elijah really had no reason to be so intoxicated, he wasn't even with any friends for he just made the assumption that he'd make a new friend whilst out on the lash. that didn't exactly happen for him though, he did find a nice man in the toilets waiting for him and he couldn't help but notice how there seemed to be a hole in the cubicle which peered into the other cubicle beside, elijah was sure he'd only seen them in a porn flick so was most certainly surprised to see they actually existed in the world. he was prepared to give it a go and just see whether he'd get at least a handjob out of it, yet he heard the barman shout over the crowd about free shots and drink was far more important than sex right now.
the boy had stumbled from the bathroom stalls, taken the free shot, then a fan of his band thought they'd be kind and buy him a drink which he couldn't possibly turn down. for once in his life elijah felt truly happy, yet he himself was unaware that this was a feeling he was beginning to experience every single night as he lifted another glass of lager to his lips to drain in seconds. elijah was renown for being the "party boy" in the band, he could out drink most and it was always amusing to see him singing his lungs out to the mainstream music he pretended he couldn't stand. nobody seemed to be realising that elijah would get drunk without a reason these days, even when he was home alone he couldn't feel at ease unless he gone through a few bottles of cider. alcohol just took the pressure off of everything, off of life. alcohol made elijah happy, it made him forget the constant demands of being in a successful band, yet it also made him forget about that cute girl he'd made out with only an hour previously.
"come on mate, i think you've had enough." pfft, elijah laughed at the bouncer and daringly gave him the finger. this of course was not a smart move and in seconds elijah found himself thrown onto the cold pavement outside which suddenly felt more comfortable than his own bed. people were stepping over his body as he refused to move, the blonde-haired male just lie, literally in the gutter, just an inch or so away from slipping onto the road. elijah wasn't entirely sure where he was though, probably a good thing really, the boy's head was spinning and was filled with all sorts of thoughts of which none were making much sense. a groan left elijah's lips as he rolled over from his stomach to his back, just in time to get a decent kick in the ribs from a passer by who obviously wasn't too fond of the blonde kid lying in his way. "ow! ugh, you prick." the boy slurred, but he was too pissed to make a decent comeback let alone stand to his feet and make an attempt to fight back. no, the pavement seemed nicer. the pavement seemed safer.
