April 2012
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The Wild Ones. || Plaine.
bye-bye-birdy-blaine:
Blaine’s eyes narrowed at the seemingly sarcastic remark on his outfit, causing him to bite his tongue. “Thanks.” He shot back coldly as he adjusted himself in the seat, but before the boy could even properly settle he found himself cringing as the tires screamed against the asphalt, almost feeling the sound vibrations as they echoed through the quiet suburban streets. Oh...
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The Wild Ones. || Plaine.
bye-bye-birdy-blaine:
“Red with white stripes, or white with red stripes?” He questioned, turning to the fluffy lump on his bed. Watching the cat raise his head momentarily, then curl back up lazily, Blaine smirked. “You’re right, Elvis, definitely the red one.” He agreed, turning his back to his feline once more to face his vanity’s mirror. Adjusting the collar of his white dress shirt...
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The Wild Ones. || Plaine.
Puck didn’t even know why he started talking to Blaine. Seriously, he just couldn’t explain the sudden need to start a conversation with the boy. Maybe it was the fact that he just kinda… intrigued him. There was just something about him that he had to figure out. Blaine couldn’t possibly be that fuckin’ innocent all the fuckin’ time, could he? No way, man. He...
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Late shift at the Sugar Shack.
bye-bye-birdy-blaine:
Very true. Admittedly, you did intrigue me with all this ‘tryin’ new things’ buisness, but now i’m startin’ to regret it.
Never regret anythin’ and your life will be ten times more stress-free, baby. That’s just how it is. Now, come on. I’ll come pick you up and we’ll do somethin’.
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Late shift at the Sugar Shack.
bye-bye-birdy-blaine:
Refresh my memory as to why we’re even talking again?
You didn’t have to respond to me, y’know. We coulda gone our separate ways, still havin’ never spoken to each other.
But where’s the fun in that?
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Late shift at the Sugar Shack.
bye-bye-birdy-blaine:
Oh gosh, no. Never. Don’t flatter yourself, I bet that creative mind of yours could think of many other things, though i’m sure I wouldn’t want to know.
Oh, this is fuckin’ rich. Nice sass ya got there, baby. I can dig it. I think I’ll stick to baby though. It’s growin’ on me.
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Late shift at the Sugar Shack.
bye-bye-birdy-blaine:
Fine. I guess if there’s no actual harm in it… Just, stop calling me baby.
Am I makin’ ya all hot and bothered by a nickname? I could think of somethin’ else that you probably wouldn’t appreciate much, baby.
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Late shift at the Sugar Shack.
bye-bye-birdy-blaine:
I’m not sure… I mean, what if we’re caught?
You kiddin’ me? You’ll be with me, baby. We won’t get caught. Come on. Live a little.
March 2012
14 posts
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Late shift at the Sugar Shack.
bye-bye-birdy-blaine:
Oh gee, no, never. Never even considered it. That sorta thing’s super bad, isn’t it?
Nah, man. That shit’s fly. Don’t cause you no harm or nothin’. You gotta try it.
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Late shift at the Sugar Shack.
bye-bye-birdy-blaine:
Smoked a fag? Yeah. I mean, I’ve taken a drag before, but that’s it. I was a long time ago, though. Anything else?
Not a fag, man. I mean— You know. Muggles? Mary Jane?
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Late shift at the Sugar Shack.
bye-bye-birdy-blaine:
A few times, yeah. That all you got, killer?
You wish, baby. Ever smoked?
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Late shift at the Sugar Shack.
bye-bye-birdy-blaine:
Well looky there, i’m flattered the toughest, meanest kid in school is interested in lil’ ol’ me. Tell ya what, if you can guess, i’ll tell you. But i’m tellin’ ya now, it isn’t much.
As you should be. Hmm. Ever drank before?
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Late shift at the Sugar Shack.
bye-bye-birdy-blaine:
Girls wear panties, sir. I, do not. And, uh, thank you, I suppose… Why is it any of your business anyways? I mean, i’m obviously not as ‘cool’ as you and your friends are anyways.
Details. I, well— Fuck, man. You’re interestin’. Don’t ask me why. Why can’t I know?
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Late shift at the Sugar Shack.
bye-bye-birdy-blaine:
… Right. Well, I won’t be the one who pushes the questio- Wait. Did you just call me, ‘baby’..? I’m not completely oblivious. I’m not innocent, I can assure you. How exactly would I go about ‘proving’ this?
Don’t get your panties in a wad. You should be flattered. I don’t call just anyone baby. You seem really fuckin’ oblivious to me. You can prove...
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Late shift at the Sugar Shack.
bye-bye-birdy-blaine:
I hate to be the burster of bubbles, but there’s a heck of a lot of people who say that. Heck, I even heard in my Math class that you got bent one night and punched out an officer. Well, no. I mean, I won’t call myself ‘innocent’, because I do know stuff, I just choose to say away from it all. I do plenty ‘worthwhile’ in my life, thank you very much.
I’ll be the...
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Late shift at the Sugar Shack.
bye-bye-birdy-blaine:
I’m hoping i’ll end in a place like that one day. Make something of myself or somethin’.
No, no, that’s not what I mean at all! I mean- I didn’t mean to cause a panic or nothing, it’s just that I know all the seniors consider you the rag-a-muffin’s ‘n such. I mean, i’ve never actually talked to any of you guy so I wouldn’t know anything other than what i’ve picked from...
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radio-tfi:
Elvis Presley - Hound Dog
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Late shift at the Sugar Shack.
bye-bye-birdy-blaine:
Well, I’ve never been out of Ohio, but i’d love too see New York. But the grass is always greener on the other side I suppose.
I’m not sayin’ I don’t enjoy all sorts of audience members. I’m just sayin’, ya know, ‘your type’ isn’t really typical at the Shack. You’re type being ‘those kids who smoke ‘n skip classes and toss other kids into locker’…
Seriously?...
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Late shift at the Sugar Shack.
bye-bye-birdy-blaine:
Well, I suppose that’s sorta true, but who needs all the hustle and bustle anyways? It’s nice to be in a quite ‘lil town. I didn’t really think, uh, ‘your type’ bothered with places like the Sugar Shack anywho…
What about places like Chicago? Or big ‘ol New York? Now that’s where it’s at. This ain’t my scene anymore. I’m ready to split...
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Late shift at the Sugar Shack.
bye-bye-birdy-blaine:
Why yes sir’yee, that’d be me. I’m assuming you’ve visited the Shack a few times then, ya?
You could say that. This cow town ain’t got much else goin’ for it, y’know? Not that many places to hang around here.
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Late shift at the Sugar Shack.
bye-bye-birdy-blaine:
The Motta’s are gonna be the death of me, I swear.
You the one that’s been singing this entire time?
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