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bros before hoes ;; Az « Thread Started on Jun 22, 2009, 6:59pm »
Gabe glanced at the dashboard clock, it read 12:34. This causes his lips to quirk into a darling grin as he rocks back, it was a time he oddly enough managed to catch often. Everyone has a time like that, fingers interlaced behind his head he gives one finally stretch before snatching the keys from the ignition and consequently cutting the life of the engine. Even the radio station snapped off, the last hum of a vibration in the vocalists words as it mentioned what sounded suspiciously like love. Gabriel didn’t pay it any heed, and already the car door was being carelessly thrown closed behind him with the kick of a heel. His eyes are a little shifty as they glance first left down the road and then right. It was empty, good. That’s the way he liked it.
Gabriel Lexington wasn’t exactly the sort of person who could just go galavanting around doing whatever the flying dick he felt like and often acting on stupid whims. Well, okay the was exactly the kind of person he was, but his family name and his rather important inheritance played an important factor when it came to being careful where he went hog wild. After all, couldn’t have the paparazzi’s catch wind of his rather, erm, vast exploits. Not that being a wickedly sexual casanova was a bad reputation, but not exactly one the family’s legal firms wanted as their public image.
The door opened when he turned the knob, not because it was unlocked but because he had a spare key. What sort of big brother would he be if he couldn’t break his own way silently into his siblings house? Exactly. It was a vital skill.. come on now. Okay, so maybe his key was not exactly a traditional key... so much as a flattened bobby pin, filled on one end to be sharp and smooth. The perfect lock pick. I never claimed him to be a good boy. Whistling some offbeat, unknown tune he strides confidently up the stairs and, locating Az’s room from another drunken memory, sneaks a peek inside to make sure its empty. Yeah, he knew his brother - he’d be back from the bar, possibly with a girl or two, any minute now.
Confidently, and rather cheekily, Gabriel kicks off his shoes and stretches flat out across his bed and once again laces his fingers behind his head, propping himself up to sit and wait. He felt like the cheeky employee who sat in their bosses chair when they weren’t around, and that was exactly how he liked it. While he waited, Gabriel pulled a small ziplock baggy covered in little tiny pictures of a repeated naked silhouette of a girl. Inside the baggy, was a handful of circular pills bearing the same image.
It was his chemist buddies latest success, a masterpiece of E combined with just the right amount of speed that made the perfect love-drug. Gabriel should know, he’d already successfully tried it out himself a few times and somehow he knew his little brother would find the little gift more then, well, satisfactory. Hopefully enough that he wouldn’t be too pissed off to have his older brother interrupt on what would have no doubt been a hot night. Hey, you never know - maybe he’d luck out and Az would come home alone for once.
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skraight up, homez « Reply #1 on Jun 22, 2009, 7:22pm »
Az spends an embarrassing amount of time at the bar, this much is evident by the way nearly every bartender in town knows what he drinks. Not that it’s hard to remember what a Lexington drinks, because… well, they tip well. Or Az does, he can’t really speak for anyone else in his family. So, it’s easy for them to remember what Az drinks because he’s basically famous and he tips well and it’s pretty simple - vodka on the rocks. So, it doesn’t take a brain surgeon to remember it really. So, maybe he doesn’t spend that much time in the bars after all.
Regardless, he’s stationed on a barstool on this particular night, cradling his head in his hand while a deliciously hot blonde - bleach blonde, fake blonde, fake… er, everything - slurs her words and giggles and hiccups and she probably thinks she’s cute but Az is not impressed. So, he interrupts her with a loud, ‘uh huhhhh’ and, in it, his boredom is clearly advertised. She doesn’t pick up on it, though, because by this time she’s three sheets to the wind and he’d be surprised if she even realized where she was or that she was even speaking at all. To be honest, girls this plastered are certainly not his favorite kind of girl. She launches herself into another nonsensical story and he rolls his eyes, ready to cut his losses and call it a night.
“Jack!” he shouts, not even bothering to pretend to listen to Slobbers here anymore. The tender comes as he’s called, looking attentive and eager. “I’m ready to go,” Az says in a very bored way as he reaches into the pocket of his jeans to retrieve Jack’s payment - a twenty folded carefully around a little plastic baggy. He tosses it to the tender and, with it, comes one of his trademark winks as he rises from his stool without so much as a backward glance at the girl.
It’s a short walk home because, well, he doesn’t like to venture too far from his homestead to begin with. Nothing seems awry until he reaches his door, which is unlocked. All right. It’s okay, Az, maybe Bax decided to stop by or Abs. It’s too bad he doesn’t think to figure maybe Gabe decided to drop by unannounced. Absently, he reaches around to finger the pistol tucked into the waistband of his jeans as he turns the knob and pushes the door open slowly. He closes the door silently behind him - hey, there are a lot of people in this city who would rather pay him with a bullet to the head than cash, you can never be too careful! He turns on his heel and creeps silently through the vast apartment, which is just as empty as he’d left it. Maybe he’d just forgotten to lock the door. This seems unlikely, but he retreats to his room and flips the light on. “Holy shit!” he snaps, stumbling backward out of the room. Okay, at first he doesn’t realize it’s Gabe. And this is why the presence stretched across the entirety of his bed scares the shit out of him. He bumps into the wall and jerks away from it, pressing a hand to his chest as if this might convince his heart to not attack. “Jesus Christ, Gabe!” he goes on, though his tone is not at all angry. Actually, it’s a little relieved, “you’ve gotta warn somebody before you decide to have a sleepover.”
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two of a kind are you and i. « Reply #2 on Jun 22, 2009, 8:27pm »
Gabriel sat, or rather lay, patiently. Or at least as patiently as the rather impatient male could. He’d started to count the stucco bumps on the ceiling, and was a good somewhere between 900 and 1000 when he lost count. Yeah, Az should be here any minute now. When still no sound of his brother came, Gabriel sat up a little higher and propped a couple pillows behind his back. The little ziplock baggie was picked up again, and examined before he squished the bag open between this thumb and forefinger and dumped the packets content of little white and yellow pills onto his hand. The yellow ones were slightly thicker, a triple dose in one. There was only two of those ones, but plenty of the others.
When the telltale sound of the front door creaked slowly open, a smile sprouted instantly across Gabriel’s lips and using his hand as a funnel, the pills were deposited back into the little baggie he promptly zipped up again. Now, finally Az would be showing his face any minute... all he had to do was lay back and wait, with that devilishly cheeky smile still plastered across his face. The waiting had been almost excruciating, Az had taken longer then he’d anticipated tonight.. no doubt had run into some problems in his usual scheme to bring home a girl.
Still, it had been worth it. At least for Gabriel. The look of complete surprise combined with horror on his little brothers face was enough to have Gabriel cracking up, bursting out in an almost uncontrollable fit of laughter as Az jumped literally into the wall and wiped at his watering eyes with the back of his hand. This was too good! He’d have to remember this one... maybe pull it on little Christian or even Abigail one of these days. Yep, Gabriel had always loved pulling little pranks on his siblings, although it was always in good fun and the guy would never actually do anything to intentionally hurt his siblings. Not unless they really pissed him off, that is.
“What? And ruin the most comical moment in our relationship? Never!” Chuckling like the goon he could be, Gabe rolled off his brothers bed only after he managed to simmer down the hilarity that bubbled from the pit of his stomach and stop laughing. The little baggie was tossed towards Az in a think-fast sort of action, and his slow smile was both easy and amused. “On the bright side, I come baring gifts.” Giving a bit of an eccentric wink, the pirate of a man stalked across his brothers room and picked up a random book on a desk, flipping it over to read the back even as he half glanced over the top to smirk at his brother. “I was hoping you were going to bring us back twins...” Oh Gabriel, some things would never change indeed! Then, as if he had been talking about something as innocent as the weather he pushed on. “So how yah been kid?” he paused a moment, setting the book back down and turning to lean against the desk as he stared his sibling down. “I haven’t seen you in awhile.” His look wasn’t exactly accusing, but it did hold a note of somberness, as if somehow hurt his closet brother wouldn’t come hang out with him more.
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a lethal combination « Reply #3 on Jun 22, 2009, 9:26pm »
He’s not sure which is worse - his brother seeing him return home alone at one o’clock in the morning or his brother seeing him return home with a girl under his arm. Probably the former. He swears under his breath as he drags a heavy hand down his face in an effort to smooth away the last tendrils of paranoia. Just Gabe. Yeah, of course it’s just Gabe because who else would randomly show up at his apartment at one o’clock in the morning and just, yaknow, hang out? Bax would have made his presence well-known, to be sure.
“Yeah, yak it up, asshole,” Az says, though he manages to crack a grin. It’s when Gabe rises and tosses the tiny baggy at Az, no doubt testing his reflexes (which Az demonstrates beautifully, might I add) that he finally relaxes. He examines the bag, smirking appreciatively at the silhouette on the outside. “It’s a good thing, too, because I’d probably have to kick you out and never speak to you again if you hadn’t brought this…,” he frowns, holding the bag up and realizing he has no idea what the hell it contains, “whatever this is.” Good enough! He turns his attention from the baggy to his brother, who strolls casually around the room and collects a book from the desk. Az squints at it, trying to determine which it is, but failing. It’s been a long time since he actually touched any of those books and he’d be lying if he said he could remember what was even there. Twins, yes, that would have been nice. He sighs dramatically and shakes his head before slumping down on the bed.
“Well Gabe, I hate to say it, but there’s little talent left in this old city.” He pockets the baggy without thinking much more of it for the moment. How has he been? How has old Azariah been? Well, fabulous really. There’s no reason in the world for him to be anything but. Sometimes he’s a little cranky, sure and he woke up positively hungover this morning but he’s flying high now. Well, not literally. Not yet anyway.
“Oh, me?” he asks, like there’s someone else in the room that Gabe could have been referring to me, “I’ve been just fine,” he tells him and it’s the truth. Well, he’s been busy, Az has! Okay, this is a lie. He’s actually busy about two days a month, the other days are spent doing petty dealing and generally just screwing off. But he doesn’t mention anything about this, just shrugs in response.
“How’s the fam?” he inquires, referring to everyone but Abs because, well, he just saw her and he knows how she is, scheming little thing that she is! After awhile, he retrieves the baggy from his pocket and examines it with a furrowed brow. “What is this?” he finally asks.
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read on for more fun « Reply #4 on Jun 22, 2009, 10:45pm »
“You know you love me.” He chides back, just as quick to grin and even quicker to rub the fact he scared the shit out of his brother in his face. That was just brotherly love for you, and Az could be thankful Gabe hadn’t taken him by the neck in a headlock and messed up his hair. “Oh come on, you couldn’t possibly manage to wrestle me out of here!” Rather confident in his abilities, the eldest Lexington child takes a seat at the desk and kicks his feet up, leaning back as the goofy smile wound its way across his features. “Oh, by the way... your fridge is disgustingly empty.” he complained, making it obvious he’d done more then just hide in Az’s bedroom while waiting for his brothers return.
“It’s E.” well, okay so maybe not quite. “Well it’s like E.” He shrugged, smirking a little as he remembered the effects he’d experienced in the drug the night before. It had certainly made the same old things extra exciting. “But even better.” That was his personal opinion anyway, and what had inspired him to scoop out a baggie and even hand-deliver them to his favorite brother. It really was too bad about the twins, but not a big surprise. Twins were rare about these parts, the only ones Gabriel knew was the Vinci twins, and Gabriel was pretty sure he’d already messed up any possibly threesomes with that pair. He probably shouldn’t have gotten involved with Siena, but hey - these things happen.
“There’s plenty of talent, you just have to know where to look.” Winking again, the rather restless boy rose from the seat and strode towards his brother, feigning a look of mock horror. “Have I not taught you anything?” Gabriel was joking, wasn’t he? He shrugged though, turning away to squint towards the rather bright light. “Fine, Caleb survived heart attack number three and Julia is as meticulous as ever.” Gabriel rolls his eyes, he’d always called their parents by their first names. It was one of the many ways Gabriel refused to let them hold power over him. “But forget about them.” They weren’t important, not tonight.
With a smile, he pushed past Az to go and raid his cabinets for his secret stash. He didn’t care if it was some fine old mary jane or just some good old fashioned alcohol. He knew Az, there had to be something around here. “Oh, and while you’re at it you should try ones of those.” He called over his shoulder while throwing a few cabinets open, pushing past half empty cereal boxes and crackers to try and find what he was looking for. “Oh! and while you’re at it why don’t you share the wealth?” He teased, although truthfully Gabe had popped one just before Az had walked through those doors.
He had to test it after all, make sure it wasn’t going to poison Az or anything. Aww, what a good brother...
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i like turtles « Reply #5 on Jul 4, 2009, 5:38pm »
“Yeah,” he says skeptically, a brow arching as he does, “I don’t know that ‘love’ is really the word I’d use there, Gabe.” His face relaxes back into its general sober expression while Gabe pokes fun at Az’s lack of wrestling abilities. He adopts a wounded look and presses a hand over his chest in the general area above his heart. “Wow, bro, that really does hurt,” he tells him and shakes his head. It doesn’t really and they both know it. He watches, only partially amused now, as Gabe takes a seat and kicks his feet up on his desk. Az might be a little more upset if there was anything of value or importance on the desk. But there isn’t, so he can’t really get mad. The fridge, yes, Az had meant to get groceries or something after he’d left the tower but it must have just slipped his mind! How shocking. He shifts and nods faintly, pursing his lips briefly. “Well, yeah…,” he says, tilting his head, “I ate at the palace this morning and I guess I forgot that I don’t have any food myself. I like to keep it that way anyway, that way people don’t think they can just come to my place and score some free food.” A hint? Perhaps.
But, quickly, they move on to a more important subject - the second-most important to Az - drugs. It’s like E? Az gives a questioning look and shoots his eyes between his grinning brother and the baggy. But better? Personally, Az had never been much of a fan of E for reasons he doesn’t fully understand. But, if this is kind of like it but better he’s willing to give it a shot. He nods appreciatively and pockets the bag again.
“I guess I just don’t know where to look anymore,” he says sadly, faking a mournful face, “but most of the women in this city have already been used up by you and I don’t want your sloppy seconds anyway.” He grins at this, shooting a half-hearted jab into his brother’s shoulder, his fist only have closed as it makes contact.
Papa Lexington had another heart attack? Cool, don’t tell Az, that’s all right. Not like he really cares that much anyway. But he is family. He is the second-born son. This actually doesn’t transpire in his head, this avalanche of bitterness. Actually, he’s not all that affected by it at all. Forget about them? Okay.
He sways dramatically as Gabe shoves past him to escape to the kitchen. Az isn’t sure what he thinks he’ll find out there but he follows him anyway. While he’s at what? Az regards his brother’s off-handed remark with a shrug and digs into his pocket for the baggy, which he swiftly withdraws, spilling one of the fine little pills into his palm. He pops it into his mouth and swallows it down without the help of liquid and tosses the baggy at Gabe. “What exactly are you looking for, cap’n?” he inquires, leaning on the door jamb, watching while Gabe rifles through the contents of his cabinets. Of course he has a stash but he isn’t going to give up his secret hiding place that easy. Although, there are several bottles of various liquors stored in very obvious places like on top of the fridge and on top of the bread box and in the freezer and even in most of the cabinets. He heads straight for a specific cabinet, opens it up, and pulls out the bottle of Vodka perched there beside a box of pancake mix he’s had for god knows how long.
His veins tingle in anticipation for the surge of the drug while he takes a swig straight from the bottle.
Beneath the smoke and smog of the city, there lies a faint, shimmering light: the old Casa Blanca, more commonly known as Hotel California, a diamond of a place in its own right. Once the glistering hub of young Hollywood, it now stands serenely as a sort of iconic resort, reminding those who pass by of its timeless parties, stories, residents and fame. But there is a dark stain on the Hotel’s history, one that has pervaded through the ages and is just now coming under scrutiny by those who still inhabit its walls, for the mob presence is hard to ignore. With three mafias all pushing drugs and cycling cash under one roof it's only a matter of time before a full fledged mafia war erupts.
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