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Naslov sporočila: i'll be right beside you, dear - - Tor Dec 04, 2012 11:39 am

tagged is the georgeous tristan smitten 1

this post is 705 words long and i am listening to leona lewis for inspiration.

after her shift ended, she quickly wiped the tables, put the glasses into the washing machine and closed the place as soon as possible. she was quite happy with how her working hours ended tonight and she didn't want a drunken douche bag spoiling it at the very last second. after locking up the side staff entrance, she walked up to the parking lot, counting the cash she received as tips. quite a lot. obviously her charming smile and the ability to communicate with the biggest assholes on the planet was going to get her quite fat in mayberry. she smiled once more, putting the money safely back into her pocket, then raising her head, just to realize she wasn't the only person on the parking lot. next to her little old piece of crap, there was a nice looking and obviously quite new car parked. the guy sitting in it - did she know him? of course she did, he was wasted as shit, asking her to pour more and more whiskey into his glass. france's pub was the most convenient place for the town drunks, as there was no written rule that would keep the employees from making drunk people even drunker. the policy was to pour the drinks as long as the pouring was possible; make them as wasted as possible and get as much money out of it as possible. just the right place for her to be working at. yes, she remembered him; he was probably stoned on some shit she'd have a hard time naming, he just really seemed fucked up as hell as he was leaning on the bar, trying to speak as normally as possible. oh, she knew the feeling; it was the most incredible feeling on earth. it was the best feeling - and the worst at the same time. a little voice in her head was telling her not to do it, but since she wasn't really the one to follow common sense, she almost immediately walked up to the car. the windows were rolled down and the guy looked like he had seen death and lived to tell the tale. oh, he must have had the time of his life - and she wasn't even sarcastic as she was thinking it. it was the time when the drugs were losing their grip that were really bad. she knew it better than anyone. she leaned on the car door through the window, obviously feeling really confident about herself. she probably wouldn't even be doing this if the guy didn't remember to give her a huge tip after leaving the bar about half an hour ago. and if he wasn't so obviously hot. god, he was handsome. "i really hate to say this, but you look like you might need some help," she said calmly as she leaned her head a bit to take a better look. oh, she'd really love to have a piece of that in her bed tonight - or, rather, any night other then this, if he was going to be zombie-looking any longer. anyone would wonder, what got an amazingly good looking guy like this into a situation like that, but she felt like she didn't need to ask that. it was obvious that people just needed to get away. hell, she needed it more than anyone, but the drug road, well, it was one hell of a ride and she didn't know if it was really worth it. especially after what happened to gavin; god, he was thirty and he just died. just like that, poof. "would you like me to drive you somewhere or something? i don't bite," she smiled, again, as calmly as possible. oh, no, she didn't bite, but if that wallet on the passenger seat next to his contained any money, she was most likely to steal it. the guy was wasted and drugged as it is, there was no was for him to know, how much money went missing, right? well, okay, so maybe she shouldn't do that, but it was really hard for her to do something just out of the warmth of her heart. she was used to having a secret agenda. always.

tagged: beautiful eliot smitten 3

note: it's my first post in english so be easy on me. i was listening eminem for inspiration
word count: 695

his feet didn't did any good to his balance. he tripped four times in a row before he reached the car which was waiting for him in a parking lot. the parking was almost empty; there were just five cars, his and four other. he fumbled for his keys in his pocket. as soon as he reached it he let them and they fell on the floor. “fuck.” he wasn’t prepared for bending and when he bended, he fell. on the cold, concreted floor. and he wasn’t felling any pain in his knees on which he felt on. he was to drugged to fell any of it so he didn’t even noticed when he opened the door of the car and slipped into driver’s seat. he turned the key but he did not start the engine. he just sat there all alone. music was playing in a low tone and he started to falling asleep. he mumbled something in the air. some unimportant words. then he rolled his window glass down and inhaled fresh, windy air. feeling all that emotions he did made him starring out of the car and make him realized that he is piece of crap sitting in the middle of the parking lot, not moving anywhere. even if he would want to move he couldn’t. he wasn’t capable. neither he wasn’t able to move his arm to fix a piece of hair which was not in the place to be. oh how he was stoned. the drug he took and all the alcohol he drank was not the best combination. all the dizziness and the cramps in the stomach was not doing any good. his previous knowledge warn him that he will throw up in any seconds. he hoped that no one will see him like that. high school teacher was all stoned and drunk in front of a bar. that wasn’t only his fault that he was drunk as hell. he blamed the hot waitress who pour liquid again and again. In few second he felt in his whole body that it’s the time for throwing up. he carefully opened the door and drag himself on the grass near the car. It was just in the matter of seconds. than he did it. he cleared his stomach and that pulled himself back into the car seat. but still, the sickness didn’t went away. it was still there and he could fell vomit in his mouth. he reached for chew gum and started to chew. it was the most awesome filling.

then the strange voice woke him. he blinked for few times before he realized who was standing beside his car. it was the hot looking girl who was working in the bar, and whom he was blaming for his stage. “i don’t need help.” his voice was all sour and rasping. but why he acted like asshole. was that the drug talking or him. he needed help. he knew that he isn’t able to drive. that was the most responsible thought that evening. “you don’t. what a shame. and i thought you would eat me alive.” his humor didn’t went away, even though he wasn’t himself at that time. he raised his eyes and look into hers. that beautiful brownish eyes. they were the reason he gave her a high tip. and now she was here trying to help him. and he was soft and prepared to pass out. “if i think…” was the start of his sentences and he pull his body up in the seat and turn his head towards her. “…think twice, you can drive. but i don’t know if i can trust you my keys. this car was pretty expensive.” he chuckled for a bit and then put on a serious face. not that he didn’t trust her to drive his car, he didn’t trust anyone to drive it. he was sure that no one can drive properly. and it was the stereotyped that women’s are not that good drivers. “what should we do then?” he asked nicely and relax his spine. drugs in his system were starting to fade out but the alcohol was still affecting.

tagged is the georgeous tristan smitten 1

this post is 679 words long and i am listening to bob dylan for inspiration.
no worries, i'm new here too. smitten 1

as he muttered something about not needing her help, she simply rolled her eyes. seriously? cause she was his last call, for sure. when she goes, he's stuck here for the night, no doubt about that. "what good would that do?" she raised her eyebrows. she could understand that it was perhaps funny for him in a sarcastic kind of way, but then again she doubted that he would find his come-back funny in the morning. fortunately for him, he came to his senses quite soon; it was probably the fastest thinking she had seen with doped up people - ever. she was quite glad that he decided that after all, a little help would come in handy. she was there before and she knew all about blacking out in strange places and she wouldn't want that to happen to her again. "i'm not going to trash it or anything," she snapped, being tired of the fact that what people saw in her, being a woman - scratch out the part about being a town tramp and an addict - was a bad driver. such an amazingly stupid stereotype for women. and then she reminded herself - if she was trying to help him, snapping at him probably wasn't the best way; he was drugged up as it was, and a tempered woman in his face could make matters worse. so she calmed her voice again, smiling nicely into the very attractive man's eyes. "but.. if you'd rather drive around with me in my crap of a vehicle, we can do just that." she straightened her body, reaching for the car door and slowly opening it, so that her new buddy could walk out. "you'd better roll up your windows and take the car keys out of the engine as well," she smiled at him, being pretty sure he just might forget about that part. "don't want your baby stolen now, do you?" ha, maybe she shouldn't have said that. maybe his car should get stolen, just so that she could tell him tomorrow what a stupid idea it was not to let her drive. but after all, this was such a shitty town that she didn't even believe that anyone would be willing to steal it. people here were.. nice, with high morals and a higher attitude towards newcomers like herself. such a fucking shitty town, really. "can you walk or should i help you with that?" she asked politely, as she felt he might struggle with standing on his own two feet. oh, such a spectacular feeling; she wondered if he knew how lucky he was at that precise moment. god, maybe she should start doing drugs again; then again, maybe that wasn't such a good idea. she got out of them once, but that was pure luck - the second time wouldn't be that easy and she had no doubt about it - she'd be digging herself an early grave. "here, you can lean on me," she said, stretching out her hand, showing that she was there for him if he needed her. as they slowly walked to the car - which was, by the way, parked right next to his shiny little boy toy, she was quite amazed about how good he looked. beside the fact that he was stoned as fuck, he seemed the type of guy that wouldn't do drugs in a thousand years. then again - who did? he must have been a school teacher or a children's doctor. one or the other, he had 'nice guy' written all over his forehead. "so," she said as she dug through her pockets, trying to find her car keys. "what are you on? except a gallon of whiskey from before," she added, knowing she probably wasn't his favorite person, since she got him that much more fucked up, simply by adding liquor any time he asked for it. she finally found her keys, opening the car doors. she then looked him straight in the eyes, wondering if he'll even remember her face in the morning.

tagged: no one else but eliot smitten 3

note: i'm so so so so fu****g sorry for my lateness. i haven't got any inspiration for writing in english. but here it is.
and the post is 642 words long.

he moved his head to the side and looked at the keys. “seriously?” he asked in snickered voice and then leaned back on the seat. if she was really thinking that he will willingly go with her, she was wrong. but she was right. he couldn’t stay here. alone in the parking lot. he nodded and rolled up his window. before opening the cars doors he took the keys out and stepped of the vehicle. “and for the record. i don’t want to insult you or anything, but i just don’t trust anybody with my car. ok?” insulting her wasn’t his thing right now. he was glad that she wants to help him and take him somewhere else. staying through the night in car wasn’t very pleasant idea. not in this condition. he shock his body because the drug in his veins was still affecting him a little but he managed to put the key in the locker and lock his precious car. he putted the keys in his pocket and tapped it. “they should be safe there, right?” he asked himself more than her. what was he thinking when he took the drug and rinse it with alcohol. such a bad idea. and it wasn’t the first time he did it. when he wanted to go relax he totally forget what he was doing. he was a teacher and that was the most stupid thing he could ever done. and important thing was that he is a role model for all those kids in high school. they look up to him. this moment of his was not the best example for them. he should be happy that no one saw him or maybe they did but they don’t know how messed up he is. people shut their ears and cover their eyes because they don’t want to see someone get hurt. and he could lose his job for these. if the rumors started that he was doing drugs, school would make him do the tests and they would come back positive. it wasn’t just cocaine, he sometimes smoke a joint or two if he couldn’t fall asleep. but pretty much it was cocaine. lot of it. “i can walk on my own, no need for help.” he said seriously and took a step. for a few meters he was doing just fine. one step over another and he was walking straight. well he thought he was walking straight but in real he was walking zig zag. when she reached her hand towards him saying if he needed to lean he could, he realized that maybe, just maybe he needed all this. he stretched his hand over her neck and started walking beside her. he chocked a bit when she directly asked him the name of the drug he was on. “that is not the thing for you to know.” he said in serious face and take a few steps towards her little car. what was that about. she was questioning questions which answers weren’t hers to know. and that was a little bit weird, even for him. was she kind of a police woman in disguise. if she was that mean only one thing. he was in trouble. “why are you so nice to me? you could simply leave me in my car. why bothering with me?” she was a mystery to him. she looked nice, well she looked hot and she was helping him. all drunk and drugged and she was still there. it is hard to believe that someone like her would help a guy like him. “are you a cop or something?” he ask directly and glanced at her. they reached her car and he stepped to co-driver door. “and where are you taking me?” he slipped into the car seat and turn his head towards her side.

tagged is the georgeous tristan smitten 1

this post is 549 words long and i am listening to roisin murphy for inspiration.
no worries at all, honey, but i'm glad to hear from tristan. <3

the whole situation seemed quite amusing, after all, it was numerous times that people needed to take care of her in that exact state and not a lot of times when she'd put herself in their shoes. and now? well, now she was the help-them-get-out-of-trouble kind. which she never really was, but it was amusing her in some bizarre way. doing things that were unexpected, that was kind of like her thing, still it wasn't the good deeds that usually followed."right," she nodded with compassion, as she was trying to understand what was going on in the stranger's head. oh, yes, she did want him in her bed today, preferably not unconscious. "that's quite alright," she said softly when he tried to explain how he didn't want tu upset her or anything. who wouldn't be extra cautious with a car that probably cost as much as a lifetime salary? "no offense taken," she smiled as they continued their way to her car. god, they were walking like snails or something, at least that's what the speed felt like. at first, he declined her help, but she expected that he'll change his mind in a matter of minutes - and so he did. he leaned on her, pushing her skinny body to the ground quite hard. so that was gravity, eh? god, was it really worth it, just for a hot body that will probably drop dead on her couch as soon as they reach her apartment? probably not, but it was pretty much too late now, wasn't it? "oh yeah?" she raised her eyebrows with a half-smile remaining on her face. he wouldn't tell her? she wasn't excatly planning on using and abusing that information, if that's what he was thinking. quite silly, really. "secret dope, then?" she continued with a bit of sarcasm in her tone. alright, whatever, she pretty much knew she needed to get the guy somewhere safe, hydrate him, get him breathing fresh air and just let him de-drug as soon as possible. "oh, they take it out of my pay if a customer is found dead in the parking lot," she shrugged, obviously teasing him. for a few seconds, she kept a serious face expression, then, finally, she laughed out loud. his words were just so bizarre. a cop? how would that even work? oh, god, if she was a cop.. no, it was impossible, she'd kill herself before graduating for sure. ste opened the door and sat on the driver's seat, then she waited for him to join her. "do i look like a secret fbi agent or something?" she raised her eyebrows, still laughing. it was simply too abstract to grasp. her, a policewoman. how, in a thousand years, could that work? "i'm taking you to my place," she said softly, as she put the keyes into the car engine. "you'll crash there 'till you're sober enough to walk on your own two feet. how does that sound?" she asked as she turned the wheel and gently drove off her parking space. she turned to the highway on the way to her apartment and as soon as she was capable of driwing without turning every few seconds, she looked his way again. "so who are you actually?" she bit her lip. "i'm eliot."

of course this is for beautiful eliot smitten 3

this post is 665 words long and i'm listening boy for inspiration
ok it took me six days to reply but yeah, that's because of lack of inspiration.

“not really.” he replied when she was asking about drug he took. it wasn't a secret but he wasn't willing to talk about it. he wasn't proud for abusing drugs it was just the last chance he was taking. his work and everything was taking all the energy from him. and that was only thing keeping him awake. mixing with alcohol was doing all the bad job for him. “really? they do that?” he said in chuckle voice. not that he believed her but he was just teasing her back. she was kinnda funny beside that she was really hot and driving him to her apartment. it became really hot inside the car and he was struggling to take more air into his lungs. when he started to breath heavily he lean on right and started to open the car window. “sorry but i had to.” he was dying to breath fresh air. he put his head against the door and he took deep breath. “you are a quite a good driver i must say.” he complimented her and smiled. she really wasn’t that bad as he was thinking first. although he knew some women’s are brilliant drivers, better than men’s. that was a point for her in his mind. she was good looking, good driver and a rescuer. “you don’t. but you have to take precautions. i had to ask.” he sighed with relief and now paying more attention on road. although he wouldn’t mind if she was a cop but when he would be sober. he liked woman’s in uniforms. they were in every man’s fantasy. with handcuffs. that was really hot. he wanted to see how it would fell like to be chained on the bed with no power and girl would took control. he was still leaning on the door frame and looking through window. it was really late because all the lights were turned off on the street and nobody was there. only few people in cars driving home. like them. “and where is that?” he asked nicely and turned his head towards her. they were driving for few minutes and he thought that it should take some more time to park in front of her home. “i’m ok. i can walk. pinky promise.” he sounded sure but he knew he wasn’t sober enough to walk or drive. the world was spinning around when he closed his eyes and he immediately opened them. he was hundred percent that he will throw up if he closed eyes for more than a few second. his heart started to beating faster so he hoped that they will stop soon. “i’m tristan. but don’t tell anybody that i was drunk. it wouldn’t be good for my job you know.” he lean to his feet and pushed himself higher in seat. there was enough fresh air in car and it was a little bit cold in there so he slowly closed the window and put his hands on his lap. “nice to meet you eliot.” he said kindly. that was unusual name for woman. “i don’t want to be rude but isn’t that name for boys?” he didn’t know any girl with that name. she was first. but as they say, everything has to be first sometimes. he was surprisingly ok even though he was still drugged and intoxicated but everything was slowly fading from his system. when they drove on the parking lot in front of her apartment he was relieved. he opened his door and helped himself with hand holding the door. he hardly stood on his feet so he was sliding with his hand on the front of the car and waited for eliot to turn off the engine and step out of the car. why she was doing that? that was the only question running through his mind. ok, he had some money in wallet but not that much. she took most of it in the bar. what was her intention?

tagged is the gorgeous tristan smitten 1

drugged tristan is so much fun!

she smiled and shook her head, knowing he was really just messing with her the same way she was messing with him, but she didn't really want to take her eyes off the road at that precise moment, so that was basically the only answer he got from her. he was actually a funny guy; she felt.. well, god, she really was shocked. she didn't expect him to even talk at this point, so anything more than blind staring at a distant spot was actually quite admirable. "thanks," she said with an absent smile, being pretty satisfied with herself at that moment. yeah, she was a good driver and she did know what to do in a crisis and she did have a good sense of humor and yes, she did know how to make extra good alcoholic mixes. taking that into consideration, it was actually funny she didn't get married yet. she must have been the woman of someone's dreams! she just so obviously hasn't found the right guy yet. smiling at her own thoughts, she rolled her eyes; her, married? yeah right, only over her very own and very dead body. "i could be asking you the same question," she said with a wide smile; yeah, she could, but that wouldn't really be a problem, would it? she could take a photo of him and post it on her instagram and then get all his cop buddies to see it and maybe he would eventually even get fired. but no matter what, it really wouldn't be a problem for her. when you were fucked, you obviously attracted problems. like a fucking magnet. "it's.. a couple of minutes away. you hanging in there?" she asked, looking at him again. his head was leaned on the car window and he looked pretty absent. he was doing better than before, but it was still quite obvious that he was drugged. and drunk, thanks to her. "no, you really can't," she said with a serious tone, knowing that walking would probably get his skull fractured, and that was really something that none of them was looking forward to. "be careful what you pinky promise." she formed a soft smile on her face again, looking his way again. this guy was actually an okay person. what was so fucked in his life that he needed drugs to feel better? what was up with that? every time she met an addict, he always had some dark reasons for becoming what he was - but this guy seemed really.. okay. she didn't get him. "what are you, a lawyer or something? a high school teacher? a pediatrician?" she raised her eyebrows, looking at him for a moment, then facing the road again. she took a left turn and then drove down the street next to hers. after a turn right, they were almost home. god, it felt good to go home after this whole shift. "yeah, i.. i don't know," she shrugged, obviously not caring a whole lot. "my folks left me at birth so for all i know my mother might have been high on angel dust at that time." she shrugged again, then stopped the car at the drive way. she looked at him for a sec, then they both left the car. she locked it, then walked up to tristan, offering him a helping hand. "just up the stairs over there," she pointed out the location to which they had to come.