Post by leondamie on Feb 15, 2010 14:58:03 GMT -5
WHEN YOU'RE AT THE END OF THE ROAD & YOU LOST ALL SENSE OF CONTROL ,
& your thoughts have taken their toll[/color] ,[/size]
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---------------------------------------------------------------------How often did Leo party? Not often. How many times had something bad happened in that time? Zilch. Lucky boy. He'd often heard tales of one night stands in the Slytherin common room with a few of his friends. A few of them regretted it, but, being Slytherin, not many. Leon didn't know how he would react if that ever happened to him and it seemed it wasn't likely to. He believed girls didn't fancy him whatsoever. Prehaps they did and maybe they did not but Leon would, he thought, never find out.
So as he made his way to the Saturday party he felt his stomach flipping. It had been a long time since he had been at a party, and both side of his brain were thinking different things : One, What if Carina leaves early? What if I have forgot how to dance? What if I get drunk? and the other, wreckless side : WOO! Let's fucking party down tonight!!!!
Leon himself didn't know what to choose. He sat on a plush chair, ordering a firewhiskey when the barmaid attended to him. He drummed his fingers on the table, wishing he had his guitar. All as he waited for Carina. No familar figures swam into view any time soon so he got up, joining the cluster of people on the dancefloor. And he danced. Very goodly. He finally returned to his seat, his cheeks rather red and it made him look cute and goofy. He looked around.
Where was Carina?
TAGGED !? Carina !?
HOW MANY !? Count! !?
LISTENING TO !? Gives you hell - All American Rejects !?
LYRICS BY !? GREEN DAY - 21 GUNS !?
CREDIT TO !? RORA @ C. AFFAIRS[/color][/b] !?[/size][/center]
SO SORRY IT'S RUBBISH!