Las Vegas, Baby

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Raquel's index unraveled from where it had been on the door handle, receiving the welcomed surprise of someone opening the door for her rather than she for a change. "Thanks." She grabbed her shoes, not willing to put them back on because her feet felt sore as it was. "I haven't got many other options if you haven't noticed. Plus, you don't really look like the serial killer type." Raquel grinned. "Of course, people aren't always what they seem I guess." Toes curled about the water-logged gravel, the concrete underfoot kind of hot and steamy from the summery daylight hours, but now it could relish in the cool with the nightly rainfall. "If you are a serial killer you're most definitely one of the cutest," she joked lightheartedly. Not too soon had her hair become heavy with the precipitation, weighing it down and ensuring it would be left frizzy as a bottlebrush come morning time, while her clothes endured the same fate of drowning. "Which way?" Rocky did not know of which complex was Louis' but she soon would.

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_{Louis grinned, scratching the back of his neck. "I'll take that as a compliment, love," he winked, before putting a hand on the small of her back. Guiding her towards his complex, he fiddled with his set of keys, raising his brows at her. "You can take my bed. I'll take the couch for tonight," he mumbled as he opened the door to his apartment, gesturing for her to enter first. The place was tidy and well kept, and he looked uneasy, worried she wouldn't approve of it as he shut the door behind them. "Make yourself at home. I'm sure you can figure everything out, unless you need me to give you a mini tour," he smiled as he slipped into his kitchen, his styled hair messed up by the rain as he shoved the dampened locks out his face.}

Just scared the living daylights out of my cat LOL.

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Rocky shrugged. "It's fine, you have your bed. I like sleeping on the couch. I have since as far back as I can remember." It was true, she did. Rocky favored the couch over the bed any day and even over that would she take a plush duvet and sleep on some carpeted flooring. She followed him into the kitchen until the pair was stopped dead in their tracks, nearly running over a bladdered young man sprawled like a cadaver on the tiling.

Raquel had no way of knowing it was her brother in that moment. All she could see was some chocolate curls, and surely there were a million other boys in the world with umber curls. Plus, she had not seen or heard of her brother for years now. The last she'd known he had left the house earliest age he could and by that point Raquel was away at college then so she had no way of knowing if not for her mother's phone calls and even then, those came late. Harry squirmed on the kitchen floor with a groan. His cheeks were all smashed up against the thing and he sported a laceration surrounded by a mottled bruise on his jawline. He looked ugly, to say the least.


LOL WHAT HAPPENED

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I don't even know I accidentally knocked something over and she was sleeping and she just jumped up and her eyes got huge. She just did it so fast it was hilarious

_{Louis came to an immediate halt, eying his roommate unsurely. "Bloody hell, Harry. What happened to you?" he furrowed his brows, eying the male. It was clearly one of those nights. He was just glad he hadn't walked in with Rocky when Harry had one of his gal pals over, as Louis himself didn't like to be home when the stud of the house was rocking the headboard. Gaze drifting over his beaten up face, the English boy knit his brows for what felt like the millionth time today, biting his lip. "You look dreadful," he breathily sighed, shaking his head. "Sorry, Rocky. This happens a bit more than you think," he smiled shyly as he stepped over Harry, standing on the opposite side and opting on what to do. "The kitchen floor comfortable enough for you mate?" he played sarcastically, opening the fridge and debating whether to pour cold water on the man, but figured it would only anger him, and Louis definitely didn't want that.}

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"It's fine. That's your roommate I'd guess?" Raquel didn't give the drunkard a second glance, turning from the kitchen. "I'll go get him some medicine. You've got a first aid kit of sorts around here I'd hope?"

Harry could somewhat hear what was going on. It came to his auditory as more a jumble of words, only a few distinguishable, but his mouth was dry as cotton and throat so parched he couldn't muster the strength to acknowledge what Louis and Raquel had said. He didn't even know who the second voice was, in all honesty, and could only register the first as Louis' because he'd heard it for years. Harry mumbled something inaudible in response to the questioning tone of Louis' voice.

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<sub>Louis glanced at Raquel, biting his lip. "Medicine, at least the stuff that I have, should be in the medicine cabinet in my bathroom," he pointed to his room, which would of course have an adjoining washing room. "And for a first aid kit, uh..." He glanced around. "Go get the meds. I'll find the kit." He offered, already searching for it. He chuckled at Harry's mumbling, sipping on a water bottle he'd grabbed from the refrigerator. The male had driven home a bit tipsy easily without being caught, as he so often did. Louis was used to it by now, since he could hold alcohol so well, that driving wasn't hard in a drunken stupor, so long as he wasn't car-parked. And, he hadn't gotten all that drunk that night, so it hadn't had an effect really on the young man. "What's that?" He questioned, eying the damage to Harry's face. Cautiously, he gingerly got closer and got a better peek, swearing under his breath. "That's pretty bad," he mumbled, hand gripping the curly topped boy's forehead as he slowly tipped Harry's head from side to side.

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Preston's heels clicked against the pavement of the sidewalk, and her brown gaze followed her feet as she strutted along the concrete, sighing aloud. Her curled chocolate brown hair bounced on her shoulders, her dress skirt all that was visible as the top half of her form fitting dress was covered in a loose zip free hoodie. The teenager looked worn, breath puffing out in exasperation as her friend, Georgia, worked to keep up. "Slow down, golly, Pres. Why do you have to be such a prude and get ticked off about every little talk about your sex life, or rather, your lack of one. Just because you're still a virgin doesn't mean you have to rain on everybody's parade." The girl hissed a little louder than necessary from behind the brunette, her flats padding as she tried to reach her friend. It was obvious the eighteen year old was a little drunk, shoving her straightened ombré hair off her shoulders and down her back. Preston whirled around, snapping.

"Until you have something useful to say, please spare my time and shut it." Preston snarled, and Georgia just rolled her eyes, as the duo continued on their trek. The teenagers held a tense air as they left the club, clearly not pleased with one another. Preston's curvy legs worked diligently to keep ahead, while her friend stumbled clumsily behind her, the alcohol swirling through her making it difficult for Georgia to focus and keep up.</sub>

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Aug 16, 2013 16:54:33 GMT -7 @feralheart said:

making a post, one second.

Story, want to say Malik is here with Farris on business for Raquel?

Oh, gosh, yes, please, thank you. Heather, I had absolutely no freaking clue how to continue.That would be insanely helpful.

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What's happened? O.o

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Nothing. Heather and I just roleplayed a bunch because we got bored.

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I think I made a new character but I stink at bringing them in hm