GIMME ENVY GIMME MALICE GIMNME ATTENTION---MADDOX

[*ANDREA MARIE LANE!]

she lives in a fairytale,
somewhere too far for us to find,
SO ONE DAY HE FOUND HER CRYING COILED UP ON THE DIRTY GROUND
^{her prince finally came to save her}

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Of for the love of mother fucking love. The thought ran through Andy's hand as she sat up in her bunk, her clammy hand pressed against her hot forehead as she groaned. Fuck Hangovers. She thought darkly as she pursed her lips together. The pain from her hangover headache almost killed her as she laid back down, her head resting on her fluffy down pillow, even though a fucking feather was painfully sticking into her neck. FUCK FEATHERS MAN. She thought as she rolled off her bunk. The sunlight streaming in, causing the headache to spike. "Ow." She groaned softly as she pushed herself from off the floor. Why did everything have to hurt after drinking? Looking down she noticed that she was seriously only wearing a bra. Shrugging her thin shoulders she turned to her bunk to grab the advil, she shook out two pills and took them with some water. After a few moments of just standing there and staring at the ground she found herself thinking about how the headache eased away. Sighing to herself, she noticed that no one was on the bus. Thank fucking god. She wouldn't be able to deal with people. They twenty-one year old keyboardist nearly groaned in frustration as she noticed that her clothes were out of order. Picking out the few things she wanted to wear, she started looking for her phone.

What was it and her uncanny ability to lose things? "Fuck, fuck fuck fuck" The string of curses left her mouth and she repeated them about five more times till she stood up and looked into her bunk. "Fucking idiot" She grumbled as she reached in and grabbed her wallet from the side. "There you are" Andy muttered as she put them next to the clothes. After a few moments she started stripping off whatever was left that she was wearing. She knew people were looking and honestly, she did not give a shit. Grabbing a matching pair of black lace. She slid on the tiny thong and clipped on the bra. Fuck she didn't even feel like wearing a damn shirt today, groaning to herself she put on a polka dotted halter top that revealed her flat stomach. After that she slipped on a pair of fishnet with large holes and a short plaid skirt that barely covered anything. Once, again she didn't care nor did she think to cover up. After adding a pair of minnie mouse ears and putting on her necklace she grabbed her black heels and slipped them on.

As her heels tapped against the bus floor as she made her way into the bathroom she ran a hand through her long blond hair. That was one way to tell that the Lane sisters were definitely sisters. That and they looked alike in their faces a little. Standing in front of the mirror she couldn't help but admire her flawless skin. Yes, she took very very very good care of herself. She started with foundation though, rubbing it into her pale skin then the cover up, watching the dust rise from the brush as she let the feather soft bristles cover her face. Next? Red lipstick, she twisted the small tube and applied it over her pale pink lips. The dark red brightening up her face as she rubbed her lips together and popped the cap on and threw it in her make up bag. Next she pulled out dark gray eyeshadow and rubbed it around her eyes, bringing out the bright green color. She applied black eyeliner around them and capped the pencil, throwing it where she through the lipstick. The girl was done as she stood up from the counter and rubbed her tattoo that read 'destroy' on her arm. Mm, she loved that tattoo. Andy ran a brush through her long hair as she walked out of the bathroom. Now that she was ready, it was time to head to the club. Walking out of the bus she heard whistles and smirked as she found herself walking to the club and pulling the door open.


Honestly, Andy was pretty damn bored, the club better entertain her. Andy couldn't take any more boredom. Sure, it was fun playing in the band but when they weren't onstage or meeting fans she was bored as fuck and that resulted in this slutty outfit, high heels and the trip to the club. Chewing on her bottom lip as she arrived, Andy pulled open the front door and slipped inside. The pumping music already had her wanting to dance. But she needed to get something to drink first. Making her way to the bar, she sat down on those weird stools. Looking at the selection the blond ordered a jack and coke. The only thing she wanted to drink right now, by the time she finished that she would probably just start drinking Jack straight. A sigh left her lips as the glass was placed in front of her and she started sipping on it. She needed to go slow or else it just wouldn't be pretty.

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[*MADDOX OLIVER ANDERSON!]

Rolling out of bed, groaning slightly as his feet hit the cold floor of the tour bus, he rubbed his face and took a look around briefly. It was deserted, which was unusual. Glancing at the clock, he blinked. Five in the afternoon, already?! Well no wonder nobody was around; they were probably all out doing shit by now, and he was still here sleeping off the remnants of a crazy, alcohol filled night. Standing up and stretching, he yawned and rubbed his face again, being mentally grateful that he didn't get hangovers, like most people he knew. Grabbing his towel off of the floor and a pair of fresh boxers from his dresser, he shuffled down to the bathroom, closing the door behind him and turning the shower on full blast, to as hot as he could stand it. Removing what clothing he was wearing, he stepped into the hot shower and closed his eyes, sighing heavily. He was still so fucking tired, and the entire night was currently a blur to him. The amount of alcohol he had consumed was utterly ridiculous, and he was surprised he wasn't passed out somewhere other than the tour bus. In fact, he didn't even remember how he got back. He could only assume that one of his friends had brought him back. Running his hands through his wet hair, he grabbed the shampoo and put some in his hands, moving it through his hair as a yawn escaped. Shaking his head slightly, he groaned and moved beneath the hot water to rinse out the shampoo. What the hell had happened last night? The last thing he remembered, was getting in some guy's face because he had been fucking with Elise, his drummer. Of course, it had resulted in a fight, but that was the last thing he remembered. It would definitely explain the busted knuckles though. Finishing up in the shower, he stepped out and grabbed his towel, drying off and pulling on the boxers he had brought with him before stepping back out and heading back towards his little area of the bus. Glancing around, he muttered to himself about how messy the bus was, but shrugging it off almost immediately afterwards. He couldn't be bothered with worrying about the bus right now, and the state it was in. Reaching in the dresser, he grabbed his dropdead shirt from the drawer and a pair of skinny jeans, pulling them both on pretty quickly before towel drying his hair and moving over to the mirror.

Looking around, he spotted his belt on the floor and grabbed it, slipping it through the belt loops before putting on his favorite belt buckle, the one with the guns and brass knuckles. He also slipped his plugs into his ears, and put his lip rings in, running his tongue over the hoops slightly before shuffling away from the mirror in search of his shoes. He had to admit, having his lip rings in felt a little strange, considering he hadn't worn them in quite some time, but he was in the mood for them today, so he figured he'd just put them in. Kicking clothes and other things around, he continued to search for his converse, finally finding them under the bed and pulling them out, slipping them on his feet before standing again. Muttering to himself, he moved out of the room and into the front area of the bus, looking around for his keys. Shaking his head slightly, he grumbled, Fuck, I should never put shit away when I'm drunk. I can never find what I need the next day. After a few more minutes of searching, he finally located his keys, phone, and wallet. Breathing a sigh of relief, he placed them all in their respective places before exiting the bus and heading over to the car he was using to get around. It was just like the one he had at home, and as he approached it, he grinned slightly. God, he fucking loved this car, as much as one could love an inatimate object. Unlocking the camaro, he slid into the driver's seat and turned the car on, revving the engine briefly before pulling out. He already knew exactly where he was going; he was going to the club, to get shitfaced and have a good time. He figured the rest of the band would probably show up there later, considering it was almost seven by now. Glancing at the time, he blinked. Almost seven? Hell, he must have taken a hollywood shower. Oh well, it was well deserved. Shifting the gears, considering the car was manual, the way he preferred it, he continued on in the direction of the club, reaching there a few minutes later. Parking the car in a spot where there were no cars on either side, he stepped out, shutting the door and locking the car, sliding the keys into this pocket, allowing the little domo kun guy on the keychain to hang out. Approaching the club, he put his hands in the front pockets of his jeans as he stepped inside.

The music hit him all at once as he stepped in, the pulsating bass pumping through his blood and invading his veins, spreading through his body. Looking around briefly, he headed towards the bar, not paying much attention to anyone that was around or that were looking at him. He was here to have fun, not to talk to squealing fan girls or sign autographs. Shaking his head slightly, he flagged down the bartender and ordered himself a jack and coke, leaning against the bar once the drink was in his hand. Gazing around again, he looked to his right and raised his eyebrow slightly, eyes landing on a girl not too far from him. Holy hell, she was hot; definitely eye catching, especially with what she was wearing. Smirking slightly and turning back to his drink, he took another sip of it, finding it empty already. Setting it on the bar and flagging down the tender again, he ordered another, resuming his position of leaning back against the bar once the new drink was settled comfortably in his hand. After a few moments, and a couple of more drinks, he pushed away from the bar with a new drink, and glancing at the girl one last time, made his way into the crowd of people, to see if anyone he knew might be here. As he disappeared into the throng, he vowed to return and talk to the girl a little later on; right now, he was on a mission, and he was not going to be deterred. He was pretty sure that Mercedes was at least somewhere in the club, and he wanted to ask her how in the hell he had gotten back last night.

tagged // andrea/avery
word count // 1145, without coding
outfit // CLICKYY!
music // none right now, tv's on
notes // :D
lyrics // stiff kittens by blaqk audio
credits // oh, FORGET me not // @ Caution 2.0 <3

[*ANDREA MARIE LANE!]

she lives in a fairytale,
somewhere too far for us to find,
SO ONE DAY HE FOUND HER CRYING COILED UP ON THE DIRTY GROUND
^{her prince finally came to save her}

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Andy was having one of those bad days where you wake up in the morning and you feel like things just won't go right? She had a feeling that it was going to be one of those days...as much as she hated to think about it. The blond tried to think about everything that was happening. She wasn't sure if she was conscious actually as she grabbed a bottle of pills from her purse. They were to steady her schizophrenia. No one knew about that little detail on Andrea's life. Not even her sister knew about her personality disorder. You would think something like that wouldn't be easy to hide from someone but she did it with ease. Only because her and Amanda rarely talked and she meant it. You would think sister who were on tour together would be close but her and Amanda couldn't be farther apart. She didn't mind it though, she grew up to be annoyed with her sisters like all sisters except her annoyance with her grew into so much more than just a annoyance. She couldn't be around Amanda without wanting to strangle her. She wondered if that was a bad thing. She knew she was a bitch but hating her own sister or wanting to strangle her was pretty big. 'Whatever' The small blond thought as she ran a hand through her hair again and leaned against the counter, motioning to the bartender for another drink. Today was going to be a long night and she knew it. Gah, she hated the feeling. She was going to be bored probably because it wasn't that hard for Andrea to get bored. She was half tempted to walk out of the place and find entertainment. Something was telling her to stay though so she listened to her inner gut and stayed at the bar. Her inner gut better be telling her the fucking truth.

Closing her eyes for a moment she took the two pills that were in her hand and forced them into her mouth, taking a sip of the alcohol that was in the glass in front of her. Probably not the best idea but who cared about that? The bad ideas usually turned out to be good ideas for Andy. That was her mentality. If it's a bad idea go for it...If it's a good idea go for it. That was why she caused the most trouble on the tour. Sighing, she chewed on her bottom lip again, chewing on the small lip ring that she had there. She hadn't really excepted her to do anything else today except to sit here and drink. That was a great agenda for her. She'd probably sleep with someone too if she was lucky enough that no one was scared to come up to her and ask her to do anything. Heck, Andy was known around on tour (next to her sister of course) to sleep with anyone hott. The girl had standards of course...Big standards. She wasn't that much of a whore surprisingly. Her standards were pretty hard to pass though and sometimes she slept with the same guy again and again just for the pure joy of causing someone some pain from being hurt. She wasn't that much of a whore but she was a very big bitch and loved to piss people off. She knew that was probably the worse thing to do while on a tour but she didn't care. Hell, she was THE gossip girl too. It couldn't get any better than that. She just loved being who she was and yes she was conceited enough to say that out loud. Everyone said she was like this for a reason and she knew the reason. Andy was treated a princess all her life and she knew she wanted to be treated like a princess now. If she wasn't she'd throw a temper tantrum sometimes. Once a bitch always a bitch. Of course, seeing a white wolf following her around caused some problems but that was what the pills were for right? So things like that didn't happen. She didn't have to see shit following her around and she wouldn't be crazy...Hopefully. That was reassuring.

During her thinking time period she hadn't really noticed anyone good looking at the bar. Actually, Andy was just concentrating on drinking the rest of the jack and coke. After she finished her fourth glass she raised her hand. "Just jack please" She said in a candy coated voice with a sweet smile that would make any man melt. As she received her glass she felt someone's eyes on her, looking her over. Yes, she had that sixth sense that every girl should have if they wanted to know if people were checking them out...Guys too. She turned her head a little to meet the eyes of someone who looked familiar. Her bright green ones flashed excitingly as she took him in. She watched him smirk and turn back to his drink as she did to hers. No, she wasn't going to give someone the satisfaction of her attention unless they really wanted it. She was one of those girls someone had to come and get rather than she go after them. She was quite easy to get too...If this guy was thinking what she was thinking. Heck, if he was then that was pretty good considering she was thinking about one thing on her mind. She took a sip of the jack again to feel the burn down her throat. She was so use to alcohol that it didn't matter, her vision was clear and she turned to see the guy moving away from the bar and disappearing in the crowd of people. Well, that was a disappointment but not really a loss. She didn't care that much. Andy continued to sit at the bar and sip her drink. She was just waiting on some lucky guy to ask to dance with her or...better perhaps.

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tagged; maddox/Laura<3

[*MADDOX OLIVER ANDERSON!]

His search was beginning to prove fruitless. Maybe the girl wasn't at the bar after all, and maybe he had ultimately come here for nothing. Shaking his head, he allowed his mind to wander to the girl he had seen briefly at the bar. She had indeed been extremely gorgeous, and he couldn't deny that he wouldn't mind taking her to a hotel or something of the like, and doing pretty damn naughty things to her. He couldn't take her back to the tour bus, not tonight. He was sure that Elise or someone would surely be there, if not all of them; and besides, he had taken a couple of girls back there already this week. A change of scenery for sex would be almost like a breath of fresh air for Maddox. Either way, he was going to get in some girl's pants tonight, and he wasn't going to be particularly picky. He had a fairly good sense of what girls were easy and what ones weren't, and he tried his hardest to avoid the girls who seemed to be pretty slutty, though occasionally it was a failure. He was a male after all, and sometimes he thought with the wrong head, so to speak. Pushing his way back through the crowd, in need of another round of alcohol, he pushed his way back to the bar, glancing around slightly for the girl he had seen earlier, almost immediately spotting her. A sly grin crept onto his face, and after ordering a shot of soco along with a glass of jack and coke, he approached her smoothly, Well hey there. You're part of the tour aren't you? I'm pretty sure I've seen you around the set. It was a fact; he had indeed seen her, but it was a better opening line than some cheesy pickup line that another guy would use. Maddox wasn't one for pickup lines anyway. Smirking a bit down at her, he couldn't help but allow his eyes to scan over her slowly, not really caring if it offended her or not.

She was damn fine, and that was evident. Dirty thoughts once again crept into his mind, and he made no attempt to stop them. She seemed to be the type of girl that didn't mind the looks he was giving her, or the things he would like to do to her. There were a few girls that he had been with that he had had to tone his wild side down for, but this girl seemed as if she could handle it, and that was definitely a good thing. He sipped on his drink, contemplating silently what to say next while she responded. Finishing off the last of his drink, he connected his eyes to hers and allowed a devious smirk to creep onto his face, What do you say to leavin' this place, goin' somewhere else and havin' some fun, huh? He didn't care what they did, or where. He had mischief in mind, and the alcohol was beginning to rage through his blood, throwing every inhibition out the window, not that he had many to begin with. There were so many things for them to do, considering the night was still young. They could stay in this bar for a while longer, drinking and raising hell, or they could leave and go out into the public, raise hell, and eventually end up at his bus or a hotel and he could get what he was after. He was sure it wouldn't be hard, with him being the way he was. He was a dick, of course, but that smooth talking side of him was what came through and made the girls drop their pants faster than anything anyone had ever seen before. Not once had he complained about it, and after years, he had only perfected the art of smooth talking. He was sure that he could talk the pants off of the most prude girl in the world. The bad thing about that was, he would leave the next morning without so much as a second thought about the girl or what she could be feeling. He never felt bad for using the women he had; and that was one of the many things that made Maddox, well, Maddox. He was an asshole, through and through, and nobody could ever deny that. In fact, he doubted he would ever change.

He flagged down the bartender, ordering another shot of soco and another jack and coke, downing both quickly after gathering the girl's response. He was envisioning the night in his mind already, skipping most of the parts and going straight to where he finally got her. Though he had to admit, raising hell out in town would be pretty fucking fun. Pausing for a moment, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Pulling it out, he answered the call that was coming through, muttering off a few words, ensuring that he was alright before saying goodbye and hanging up. Well, he now knew how he had gotten back to the tourbus. It had been as he expected, a few of the other members had literally carried him back, considering he had been far too intoxicated to function properly. Slipping the phone back into his pocket, he looked down at the girl standing before him, So what's on the agenda? Raising hell out in town, some good ole' fashioned mischief, maybe a hint of sex later? He was bold, but why bother to disguise the truth? He knew what he was after, and he was almost one hundred percent certain that she knew as well, and that she was alright with it. Moving away from the bar, he looked over his shoulder and gave her his oh-so-famous devious smirk before heading for the door, slightly hoping that she wouldn't hesitate and would follow after him.

tagged // andrea/averymylove<3
word count // 986, without coding
outfit // CLICKYY!
music // none right now, tv's on
notes //
lyrics // stiff kittens by blaqk audio
credits // oh, FORGET me not // @ Caution 2.0 <3