raise your glass / brooke

[charles sebastian hayes]

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After spending nearly almost three hours talking to a random beautiful stranger via instant messaging, Charles finally decided to sign off. Sitting there on the chair while biting his lower lip and staring down at his closed laptop, thinking about what happened couple minutes ago. He cannot believe he invited some random stranger that he never met for a drink. That’s something he normally doesn’t do. Instead, he goes to the club and if he sees something that catches his eye, then he’ll invite a random stranger for a drink but oh well. Besides, what is there to lose? All he wants right now is to get out of the house and drink his night away until his body could never handle alcohol in his system. That’s something he’s planning on doing tonight. He had nothing better to do except maybe visit his little sister, but he could always do that another day. Besides, she’s probably busy with work or something. Today was Charlie’s day off from work after saving lives which is something he always wanted to do. He doesn't know what it was that caused him into that direction; maybe the death of his mother had caused him to the direction of making a difference into people's lives or maybe he actually has a heart. Who knows? All he knows that going out for a drink is something he deserves and there's nothing that's gonna stop him.

Letting out a small sigh as the boy got up from the chair and grab his jacket that was hanging behind his door, sliding the arm sleeve onto each arm and grab the important electronic devices that he cannot leave without. Sliding his cell phone into my pocket and his wallet behind the back pocket of his jeans. Afterwards, he grabs his car keys from top of his dresser and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him and making his way over toward the front door. Placing his hand on the doorknob, turning it into a ninety degree clockwise and pulling the door inside. Walking out of the door with his hand still holding onto the knob, closing it behind him as he finally released it. Charlie got inside the car, turning the engine on and made his way over toward the club to meet the random girl that he invited for a couple drinks. Luckily for him, the drive to the club wasn’t that far away from his two-bedroom house. Once he finally reached to his destination, he parked the car and got out of the vehicle. Sliding his car keys into the pocket from his black leather jacket while making his way inside the building. Looking around the area as the boy notice a little crowd inside and will soon get busier in just amount of minutes as more people were walking inside. Charlie made his way over toward the bar, having both arms leaving against the counter and waited for the bartender to make his way toward his direction. “I’ll have a glass of scotch.” The boy ordered, sitting down onto one of the chair stools and looked around the building. Once his drink had arrived, he gave the cute bartender a flirty smile before taking a sip of the drink that he ordered. After swallowing the liquid down his throat, he let out a slight small sigh and waited for the girl to walked through that door.

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[brookella brianna cooper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] cos baby you're a firework Brooke had spent the last three hours of her life talking to someone on the internet she didn’t know. Now she knew how dangerous that was, but she didn’t care, the guy was hot and she was young. You only live once right? Of course she may have to lie when he asked her age, getting served in the club would be no problem. She was only one year of being legal to drink, what was the big deal anyway? She had a fake ID and managed to get served so that wasn’t an issue, just as long as this stranger was able to pay for her drinks all night, she would be happy with that. Brooke was perfectly used to guys offering to buy her drinks, some guys just bought them for her anyway and she never objected. She knew the dangers of getting drinks from strangers, but if a guy she didn’t know just bought her a drink anyway, her trick was to get them to have some first, and it hadn’t failed her yet. Either that or she would watch the bartender pour out her drink and grab it at the first opportunity she had, perfect solution. It never failed her and she didn’t think it ever would. It would be something that she would continue to do until it failed her. but of course that would mean that she could get her drink spiked if it failed her. Brooke shut down her computer and went to shower. She then tried to decide on an outfit, which was always the tricky part. She could spend ages trying to find an outfit to wear, because yes she was that type of girl. When she went out she liked to make an effort. Yes she could go out without make up on, she didn’t have a fear of that, in fact she didn’t really mind, she could do it anyway because she actually knew that she was gorgeous. During the day she would wear either tinted moisturiser or foundation and then mascara, and then for night she would go with it all. Finally she picked one out and looked at herself in the mirror, posing and ‘modelling’ yes she looked hot, super hot. She wasn’t big headed, she just knew she was hot, and there was no point keeping that hidden. It was more of a confidence she had, Brooke didn’t go overboard though, but when someone told her she was gorgeous she did get a little cocky. She was used to hearing it, but it never grew old, and why wouldn’t it if they were telling her she was gorgeous, everyone liked to hear that they were good looking. Luckily her brother had come back already, but it had been his job to put her down and she was still up. She was hoping that she would have been asleep when she was leaving, but now she would never be able to leave. Okay, I’m going out! she called and tried to make a quick escape, but Sophia rushed over to her I wanted you to tell me a fairy story for bed she said. Brooke rolled her eyes at her brother and picked the little girl up, kissing her forehead. I’m sorry sweetie, I have to go, but I am sure daddy will do she said giving her a quick hug and another kiss, she put her back down no no no Auntie Brooookkkeee! She knew that she couldn’t leave her like that so she gave in. okay just one though, let’s get you tucked in she said taking her by the hand. The little girl soon drifted to sleep after Brooke told the story. She walked out of her room and rolled her eyes at her brother, not saying goodbye she walked out and looked at her watch, luckily she wasn’t too late. She entered the club and looked around for the guy she only had a picture of in her mind, she saw him at the bar Malibu and coke please she said to the bartender. She then looked at Charlie. I am guessing you are Charlie, I’m Brooke she said with a smile. At least you haven’t turned out to be some old pervert who preys on young women she smiled at him. Sorry I’m late, I ended up having to read a story to my niece she explained my brother is useless sometimes she said with a smile. so how’re you doing? come on let your colours burst tagged charlie words749 muse uhhhh goood! notes notes credits irisheyes of C.20

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[charles sebastian hayes]

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[/style][style=padding:5px; text-transform: uppercase; color: 000000; text-align: right; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; font-style: italic; width:390px;]i dunno words, tagged with brookella (kayla), wearing this, sorry it's short and lame

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Attending to the club is the only place Charles can go and actually escaped. The club is pretty much the only place he could go and drink his problems away because that’s what he’s good at. After the lost of his mother due to cancer at a young age and felt being teased on by the kids at school because they thought he has no one in his life who loved him which caused the boy to go over the edge. He developed a drinking problem during his teen years and been trying to stop ever since, but doesn’t have the strength to do so. He figured to stop trying since he felt like it would be a waste of his time. So, whenever he’s having a bad day or what some time for himself, he would come to the club and spend the remaining of the night at the bar and get drunk until his body could no longer handle the alcohol. After finishing the remaining alcohol liquid that was inside the glass, feeling the liquid slowly running down his throat. The boy felt like his throat was on fire. He then slammed the glass on top of the counter and asked the bartender for another one with the same order. Looking around the building when he notices couple people enjoying their time on the dance floor or mingling with other people which caused the boy to let out a small sigh. Slightly shaking his head for no reason when he looked back forward as he notice he glass getting filled with the same scotch drink that he order moments ago. Raising the glass up toward his lips when he heard someone saying something beside him, turning his head halfway and looking over his shoulder. The boy then heard a beautiful stranger who was standing couple feet away from him mentioning his name that caused a little smile to appear on his pale face. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Brooke.” The boy said, putting his glass back down. Looking over toward the girl and listening to her little joke comment that he found rather funny than an insult. “It’s fine. I completely understand. There’s no need to explain. I’m just glad that you actually came. Whenever I offer people for a drink, they would normally turn it down.” Charles said, returning the favor with a smile. He didn’t need to hear about her explanation for coming late to their little meeting or whatever you this. He’s just surprised to see that she actually came. Normally, people would do the smart thing and reject a stranger’s offer from the internet because they don’t know anything about the person. So, when he asked Brooke via instant messaging about meeting for some drinks, he was shocked but at the same time hoped that she said yes. “Why because you do all the work and all he does is sit by the couch?” He said, playfully teasing around. Looking down at his empty glass, thinking about how to answer her question with a best and honest answer but couldn’t. To be honest, he didn’t know how to answer it. “I’m doing okay. What about you?”

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[brookella brianna cooper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] cos baby you're a firework She smiled at him and nodded. you too she said, nodding and then obviously looking him up and down. Brooke didn’t see the point in being discreet about it. He was hot, she didn’t waste any time with letting him know. She was glad that he found her comment funny, it was meant to be a joke, but then again....there was some seriousness to it as well. She’d heard stories about girls meeting guys on the internet. Their profile picture had been a young attractive guy and then they met up and he’d turned out to be some sick old dude. That creeped her out, but they had met in a busy bar so that was a good thing. At least if he had been some sick old perv then there would have been plenty of people around her, plenty of younger attractive guys she could go to and get out of her situation. There was no need to do that though, so it was fine. She was glad. If it had turned out that way then she would have been disappointed. She had been looking forward to meeting him, even if it was kind of weird and creepy. She made a mental note to never tell her friends or family how she met this guy, they would just flip. Brooke smiled. She was someone who could never say no to a drink. well I always keep my word she said with a small shrug. It’s not something I normally do. In fact I’ve never done this kind of thing she said to him, nodding. She brushed some of her hair from her face. There was just something about you she said. My friends and family would have a fit if they knew I was doing this though she told him honestly. It was better to be honest, that was something she had always been, with herself and other people, no matter what the situation. Well, apart from the time she took her dads car out with her best friend. She had covered that up pretty well but it had backfired in her face, and since then she had always been honest with everything, even if it had killed her. It just hadn’t worked when she hadn’t been, and with him knowing she didn’t do this kind of thing, at least he didn’t think she was some predator who did it as a hobby. She tilted her head to the side and shooke her head, drinking the last bit of it and gesturing to the bartender to get her another. No, because she was up past her bedtime she giggled slightly she wouldn’t go to bed because she wanted me to read her a story, he should have just taken her to bed and read her a story himself. It sounds harsh but if she doesn’t get enough sleep she is soooooo difficult the next day. It’s okay for him because he usually works during the day, it’s me that gets her then mostly she sighed sorry, I’m going on a bit too much aren’t I? she said. When he asked how she was, she smiled Not too bad, just tired of work and stuff. come on let your colours burst tagged charlie words535 muse uhhhh goood! notes notes credits irisheyes of C.20

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[charles sebastian hayes]

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[/style][style=padding:5px; text-transform: uppercase; color: 000000; text-align: right; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; font-style: italic; width:390px;]566 words, tagged with brookella (kayla), wearing this, blah xd

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After their little encounter, Charlie found the girl indeed cute but she’s someone who could be around the same age as his younger sister which makes it little weird for him. He usually doesn’t try to hit on someone who is around his sister’s age, but at the same time he couldn’t help himself. He’s a man who has needs and would say or do anything to get what he truly needs. Charlie normally doesn’t like to meet random strangers over the internet because he’s usually the old-fashioned kind of guy who would walk inside some building and walked up toward a girl. Maybe he would flirt with her for a while, tell her things that she would want to hear and if he’s lucky, maybe take her to a bedroom and the rest is history. Tonight was going to be different, that’s for sure. “Well, here’s to new things.” Charlie said, raising his glass in the air for a moment. After that little toast, he swallowed the alcohol liquid down his throat and slammed the glass onto the counter once more. Looking over at the worker as he was telling the bartender for another refill, hoping to drink the night away since that’s what he’s usually good at. Well, that and saving lives. “Something about me? What could that something be, hmm?” The boy asked, tilting his head bit to the side as his brown eyes made his way over to look over at the girl who was sitting beside him. He probably thought she was talking nonsense since they’ve been drinking and drinking for about thirty minutes now because there’s nothing about him that seems to grab the girl’s attention except one. The boy listened to what she told him about her family finding out about this and simply nod his head, understanding why they would react the way she described it.

No friends or family would want the person that they cared about to meet with someone that they met via internet and maybe be this serial killer or perhaps worse. Nobody would want that, but nowadays there’s million ways to meet with someone and the internet is listed as the top three. So, he understands about that little situation because he’s like that with his little sister. A little wide smile slowly appeared on Charlie’s face, listening to what Brooke was telling him about her little niece. Charlie is the type of person who doesn’t like children nor does he plan on having one in the near future because he doesn’t see himself as the father-figure type. Yet, he still managed to have a heart for children and could spend hours listening to someone gushing about their kids because he’s a good listener. Besides, it’s better than talking about him and how miserable his life is. A small laugh had escaped between his lips, shaking his head when he heard Brooke apologizing. “It’s fine. I don’t mind hearing you talk about your niece. She sounds adorable.” The boy said, speaking the truth. “D’awh that sucks. Well, I hope this little outing would make things little better. How about we start the night with a little dance?” He asked, getting up from the chair stool and took his hand out for her to take. Tonight he wanted to have fun and figured a little dance would probably kicked the night up a notch.

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[brookella brianna cooper]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #d96a70 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] cos baby you're a firework To new things she smiled as she looked at him and raised her glass and drank the rest of her drink. She was already quite a few drinks down, but he was obviously older, she didn’t want him to think that she wasn’t capable. She was certainly capable but she was a light weight, there was no denying that, she would even admit it herself and she was fine with that. She had already started to feel light headed and it was only a matter of time before she got really smashed. The problem was though, she was here with a stranger and she normally had her friends to take care of her. Brooke had plenty of hook ups with friends, well more friends with benefits, but she hadn’t really had a one night stand with a stranger. It wasn’t really her scene, people could say she was a dirty skank or whatever but she didn’t sleep with people she didn’t actually know well. They were often people she had seen around before and spoken to, or just friends, so this was different to her, he was cute for sure, but now that the drink was clouding her judgement, she didn’t really know what could happen. She nodded Well we had fun conversation she shrugged. Usually people I don’t really know bore me she said no offense she said putting her hand on his, she wasn’t meaning it in a flirty way, it was just how she was, though it was surprising, she often flirted with guys so it really did not phase her. She would do what she wanted. Maybe her brother would find out about this somehow but at this point it did not cross her mind. She was just having a good time and that was all that mattered to her. She was someone that didn’t often think of the consequences, especially when she was drunk, that was when consequences went out of the window completely. She usually let the alcohol influence her completely and she got fairly wild. Then the next day she would be left with a really bad hangover, telling herself she would never drink again but surprisingly never kept up on her word of that. She often started off saying she wasn’t drinking but of course she normally did. all of her friends usually persuaded her to do it, and she didn’t really need much convincing. Of course there were times where she just drank anyway. Her fake ID was like a godsent. She nodded Oh she definitely is she usually couldn’t say a bad thing about her niece, apart from when she was in one of her moods, which of course her being only little she had quite a few of, but Brooke couldn’t help find it adorable sometimes and much to her brothers annoyance she just couldn’t help either laugh or give in and let her have whatever she wanted. She was a sucker, she knew that but she did try and not let her do it to her, but the little girl was just way too adorable for her not to. He then asked her to dance, getting up and offering his hand for her to take. Okay she smiled at him. Sure.... she stood up and took his hand and went with him onto the dance floor. She was a good dancer, and that was usually part of her moves if she liked a guy, she wasn’t nervous, even if they had never met before. She started dancing like she usually did in her sexy and seductive way.

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come on let your colours burst

tagged charlie words600 muse uhhhh goood! notes notes credits irisheyes of C.20

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