- - - DISCO HEAVEN

[MALACHAI PENELOPE ESTRADA]

Flashing lights bright enough to blind someone reflected off of Malachai’s electric blue hair, only adding to its already blinding effect. Left in loose waves, the fluorescent blue tresses flew every which way as her head tossed to the fast paced music. Her arms waved around in the air and her tall and slender body twisted and turned in attempt to drunkenly match the beat of the music. The air was thick with sweat and alcohol, misty and heavy but she didn’t even notice. Her makeup was slightly smudged and her purple dress a bit on the dishevelled side. The strapless side kept slipping down all night to reveal that she wasn’t, in fact, wearing a bra and the groins of countless men had lifted her dress enough to show off her lacy panties. Her lip gloss needed touching up and she had lost one of her several bracelets, her black heels a bit scuffed from being stepped on all night long. This was nothing new to the girl, who was getting drunk for the third time this week and it was only Wednesday.

It was a wonder how she hadn’t flunked out of college yet given that she rarely attended her classes any more. She was far too busy getting herself shitfaced and trying to find her way home from stranger’s houses. She didn’t really have much to settle her down right now, no family in town to keep her grounded and no friends who were persistent prudes. Perhaps if her brother was around she would actually attempt to do something with her life as a form of competition, but without him this was her life. She spray painted beautiful art work on buildings, drunk until she passed out, fucked strangers and if she could be bothered then she attended classes. The only thing that kept Malachai from dropping out was that she got to help scare away pathetic little pledges. Now, Malachai had no real position of power in her sorority. She wasn’t one of the girls that organized the hazing rituals the like. She barely even helped organize parties. She just couldn’t help but enjoy helping in the elimination process any way that she could. She was good at it.

She was also good at getting drunk, which she proved tonight. The colourful young woman took a break from her dancing to stumble through the crowd over to the bar, ordering herself a gin and tonic. She tossed money at the bartender and grabbed her glass, covering the top of the glass with her hand as she walked over to where Teddy was. He didn’t appear even half as drunk as she was, which had her wrapping an arm around his shoulders and offering her drink to him. “You wanna’ finish this off for me babe?”

[/color] she asked in a voice that was attempting to be sensual and seductive. “I think I’ve had enough,”[/color] was her excuse as she tossed hair over her shoulders and pressed her body against his. “I’m glad you’re here.”[/color] She wreaked of alcohol and her lavender perfume with a hint of cigarette smoke.[/blockquote]TAGGED ruggybby
WORDS 552
WEARING this.
LYRICS lady gaga.
NOTES bad start but you know they'll get better.
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[THEODORE MICHAEL FREEMAN]

There seemed to be a pattern with the way Teddy drank. He would have one, and then a few more, and by the time he started to get buzzed he would start having this internal battle with himself. He would keep telling himself “just one more, just one more, just one more,” until he was flat out piss drunk. He couldn’t help it, he still had that college kid mentality. In college, drinking usually came without consequence, now that he dropped out, he failed to realize that this changed drastically and needed to grow up… or rather, he did realized it changed, but chose to ignore the fact. When he was offered a drink, he took it, and to his liver’s dismay, Teddy was offered drinks a whole lot.

Despite the fact that it really did a number on his internal organs, Teddy tended to get a little friendlier when he was drinking. He would dance with girls, kiss them, and for the most part be totally fine with any sexual contact. Whereas when Teddy was sober, he’d be incredibly, if not too much, respectful of women and their bodies. It was just the way his mother taught him to act around girls. Open doors, buy them things, don’t fuck them five minutes after meeting them, you know… the usual. To say the least, Teddy was a bit of a prude when he was sober. A sweetheart, but a prude nonetheless. That was probably why girls liked him better drunk.

“You wanna finnish this off for me, babe?”

Teddy smirked as he took the drink from her hand, wholeheartedly agreeing that she had enough. She was clearly already trashed, and apparently so was Teddy, because when she wrapped her arm around him, he felt his knees give out for a moment and he stumbled, using his free arm for balance. He wasn’t in any worse shape than she was, though. Her dress was practically falling off on one side, and on the bottom it seemed to be riding up so much that her underwear was showing (not that this bothered Teddy all that much). He turned to face her, trying to rub some of the smeared makeup off her cheek with his hand. It seemed like a lost cause though, because it only seemed to make it worse. He tried hard not to giggle at the mess he had made of her, but it was futile. That childish laugh of his would never be contained.

Teddy quickly downed her drink before wrapping his arms around her waist. “My head’s gon’ fukken’ hate me in the mornin’, tha’ks to you.” He said, speech slurring ever so slightly. He pulled her body closer to him, making sure there was no space between the two of them. There was a sparkle in Teddy’s eyes as he looked up at her, followed by another casual smirk. “Y’know…” He said, not bothering to finnish. He didn’t have any clever lines to lead into what he did next anyways. He kissed her. It wasn’t a long kiss, nor was it very graceful, mainly because all of Teddy’s values came pouring back into his drunken mind at that exact moment, but it was still a kiss, and fuck, despite his values it made him happy. But he wasn’t going to take advantage of her… at least until he had a few more drinks he wasn’t going to try anything, unless of course she did.

“Er—uh…” He mumbled, releasing her waist. “Had enough?” Teddy said, getting himself back on track after his little slip up. “Drinks, I meant. Because I know you haven’t had enough of me.”

notes; LOL THIS SUX BUT I LOVE THEM SO IT"S OKAY
words; i'unno 600ish?
anything else; omnomnom. drunk teddy and drunk mally. i love Tally/Talachai xD

[MALACHAI PENELOPE ESTRADA]

Malachai was a creature of habit while maintaining a sense of unpredictability. She somehow managed to do the same things every day while keeping every day different from the last. It was a skill that, as far as she knew, only she had. While she partied almost every day, none was the same. She saw some similar people but no two parties could be alike. She had been to one with a lot of furry action going on, and then the next night it had been in an old warehouse that looked like it would fall apart of the bass was too heavy. People constantly told her that she should be doing something else otherwise it was too repetitive, but obviously they didn’t know her very well. This girl didn’t go to just any party, she went to the kinds of parties that inspired episodes of NCIS and CSI. Malachai knew all of the dangers of drinking as much as she did, but she didn’t care. She had absolutely no plans on being an old lady thinking “What if I hadn’t done that...” She was going to live fast and live large. Fuck organs! They weren’t allowed to break down until she fucking said so!

She especially liked drinking when it involved getting laid, which was the main reason she had invited Teddy to come along with her. She wanted him, but he was far too polite to do anything. He called it respect, but clearly she didn’t really care if he grabbed her tits or not. They were just balls of fat that people seemed to enjoy to her. They weren’t even all that big either. It was different, having someone to reluctant to sleep with her despite wanting to. Malachai knew Teddy’s feelings for her, at least somewhat. She knew that she barely even had to ask for something and he would be doing it for her in a heartbeat. She played on those fasts all of the time, yet religiously denied that she had feelings for him enough to date him. Malachai was scared to commit just yet. She wasn’t even sure why despite whatever excuse she gave. She was just scared. Scared of something she wasn’t used to. Her daddy wasn’t faithful, her mommy wasn’t faithful, her brother wasn’t faithful. Why should she be faithful? It was scary, so she would just get him drunk and take advantage of that.

Big brown eyes had trouble focusing on him, desperately attempting but to no avail. The world was spinning, but to her it was a good sort of spinning. She nearly fell when his arm wrapped around her, stumbling a bit but catching herself by grabbing the nearest shoulder. The guy didn’t seem to mind and just shrugged her off and went about his business. She moved her face away from his hand and huffed, in denial about the smudged make up or any imperfection about herself. Hearing his giggle only got her to snort and snicker for herself. Even sober his giggle made her laugh, because while he seemed to try so hard to make it manly a giggle could never be manly. Never. Giggles weren’t macho and masculine. She loved it when he giggled though. It was perfect. Maybe if babies giggled like he did she would like them more. “Which head?”

[/color] she asked quickly, giggling innocently while smirking devilishly. Even drunk the smirk looked the same, making her seem as if she was Ursula plotting her latest move for power. “This one?”[/color] She playfully swatted the side of his head, barely even using a quarter of her full force and ending up just fluffing his hair. Her body moved closer to hers and she nearly melted into his arms. “Or this one?”[/color] she continued, grinding her hips into his as best as she could given the height difference. She would have grabbed his crotch but she didn’t feel like attempting to reach.

“Y’know...” “Nowhat?”[/color] she asked all in one breath, squeaking when he kissed her. She hadn’t really expected that, but she liked it all the same. Her eyes remained open the entire time she kissed him back, ending it off by biting his lip ring and not letting go until after he had started pulling away. “You taste like...”[/color] She had to think about what it was called. “Yummy.”[/color] Malachai swayed as he released her, an arm wrapping around his neck and using him as lazy support. His face was pretty much in her boobs at this point. “M’fine for drinks. I want you. Want more kisses.”[/color]
[/blockquote]TAGGED ruggybby
WORDS 756
WEARING this.
LYRICS lady gaga.
NOTES drunk tally. omg. perfect.
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[THEODORE MICHAEL FREEMAN]

No one would ever hire Teddy if he acted the way he was drunk when he was sober. If you didn’t know him, you probably wouldn’t see anything wrong with him while he was drunk, you may even think he was sober if he didn’t stumble so much. But drunk Teddy was drastically different from the sober one. It was like you were meeting a whole new person. Drunk Teddy was regular good ol’ Teddy without the high dosage of respect. He was, to slutty girls at least, the perfect man when he was drunk. There wasn’t much one had to do to coax him out of his pants at this point. Honestly, if someone left a trail of M&M’s to a bed he’d fuck them the same. There was no more of that ‘hard to get’ stuff Teddy always seemed to be playing. His belt hat already loosened by the first drink, and a girl who he thought the world of grinding against him wasn’t helping to keep his pants on.

Next to Malachai, Teddy felt short… well, actually, next to most people Teddy felt short. He was short. So short, in fact that every time he got pants as a child, he needed them hemmed. He still did, he just didn’t spend the money anymore. Scissors were also pretty effective. Teddy’s height never really bothered him, though. He couldn’t change it, so he didn’t really dwell on it. People asked him all the time if he felt less like a man because all his girlfriends were usually significantly taller than him, he could honestly say no. He didn’t feel like less of a man. It gave him an excuse to have his face pressed against boobs. What was better than that? Malachai was no different; she didn’t make him feel that self conscious. She and him were sort of alike in that sense anyways, outcasts in the height department. Where Malachai was really tall, Teddy was really short. If they switched heights they would make a very normal couple. That is, if they were dating… which they weren’t.

Which head?

Teddy knew where she was going with this, and immediately pressed himself against her even more as she attempted to grind against him. It was a valiant effort, but Teddy was just a smidge too short for a practically 6 foot girl to do that to him. “Mmmm,” He thought for a moment, “…both, if things go well.” he purred. Teddy’s conscience was completely obliterated at this point… what was respect? Why did he have to respect? What was he respecting? Did it even really matter anymore? Of course, the next morning it would, tomorrow Teddy would wake up and most likely hyperventilate then vomit… Not because of the throbbing headache that he was bound to have, but out of complete disgust for himself, fear, and most of all that mini heart attack he would have once he realized what he did.

None of tomorrow mattered now, though. He laughed as she told him he tasted “yummy.” He highly doubted so, the only thing Teddy tasted of was alcohol and that pack of cigarettes he finished about a half an hour ago. So much for trying to quit smoking, that’s three and a half weeks work of easing himself off down the drain.

“… I want you. Want more kisses”

“I can arrange that.” He smirked, stretching himself up to kiss her again, this time for longer, I mean, what harm was it if she wanted it? That was another difference about Teddy drunk. It wasn’t about him so much anymore, it wasn’t about how he thought it was degrading to her, it wasn’t about how he didn’t want to sleep with her before they were dating, it was about if she wanted something from him, even if it was just a fling, he’d quickly pull his pants right off and give it to her.... because he liked her that much. Teddy’s transformation into a total manwhore required only a few drinks…


notes; LOL AGAIN. THIS SUX. SORRY. BUT I LOVE THEM. SOO COOT.
words; i'unno
anything else; fhgjhsdgkfjas Tally ftw.

[MALACHAI PENELOPE ESTRADA]

Not surprisingly, Malachai and the typical sort of jobs didn’t really go well together. Really, could you see her flipping burgers or working at a temp? She had tried waitressing once and only ended up letting her temper go on some poor unsuspecting and slightly deserving family. She would say that she had felt bad, but that wasn’t true. You never piss off the people who made or brought you your food; otherwise you would end up wearing it. Malachai wasn’t cut out for the typical sort of job. She wasn’t cut out for corporate world, and she wasn’t cut out for university either. The commitment involved in both was too much for her; she could only handle so much as a time. One or the other but never at the same time, and it was only a matter of time before she was dropping out of college and doing neither. Luckily for her she could mooch off of her father until he got caught and put in prison. Teddy certainly wasn’t helping the decision to drop out, what with the how tempting he was and talking about when he dropped out. But more so for being so tempting.

She wasn’t really sure what it was about him that made her want him so bad in the first place. Over time it had gone from her general lust to something much stronger than that, which she suspected was simply because he kept rejecting her. He obviously wanted her, but was persistently saying no. It didn’t make sense to her, even with all of that talk of respect. If he wanted her so badly why didn’t he just give in? She wasn’t used to being rejected, especially by someone who was so clearly hung up on her. It was frustrating both sexually and generally. She wanted him. She always got what she wanted. Could he just give up and have sex with her already? Hopefully inviting him to drink with her would change that, since he had given away that his pants hardly stay on when drunk. Malachai also tended to be a horny drunk, all over the first hot body she could find.

Used to being taller than most guys, or at least around the same height, she slid herself onto a stool that brought her a little over eye level with Teddy. More of her dress slid up but she hardly noticed, wrapping her legs around Teddy’s to bring him closer to her. Her arms went around his waist and her thumbs hooked into the loops for his belt, hands on his ass. “I want...the second one,”

[/color] she stated quite obviously, looking at him with her glossy brown eyes. This was all too familiar for her, and nothing out of the ordinary. It was a different party with different people, in a different place with different drinks she had never tried before, but her objective was the same. Get shit faced and fuck someone. Preferably someone clean, which Teddy definitely was. Snuggles and kisses weren’t even close to the kind of intimacy she craved, for reasons that most people didn’t understand. In the heat of the moment, just her and the other person, they could be completely honest and open without anything bad happening. The person could tell her they had killed their own family and she wouldn’t care. It was a sharing of bodies and emotions and history. To Teddy it seemed mindless, but to her that was far from it.

Her next kiss was aggressive, attacking his lips in a sloppy drunk attempt at making out with him. Her grip on his ass firmed and she pressed herself up against him again. “Mmm,”[/color] was breathed into the kiss before finally pulling away again, feeling all hot and bothered. “You don’t get any more kisses,”[/color] she started to tease in that enticing voice of hers. “Until we’re naked,”[/color] she finished with a ring of laughter.
[/blockquote]TAGGED ruggybby
WORDS 657
WEARING this.
LYRICS lady gaga.
NOTES something tells me we will have to fade out the naughty stuff soon and go to the morning after xD
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[THEODORE MICHAEL FREEMAN]

Normally, Teddy would protest to “bad” things, like dropping out of school. He usually didn’t advise people to do the type of things he did. With Teddy, everything was hypocritical, he would tell his friends, don’t smoke, don’t get a tattoo, don’t drink before you’re 21, don’t have sex before marriage, but school was different. Teddy never liked school, and it wasn’t because he wasn’t a smart kid, Teddy could have very easily gotten into a slightly less than Ivy League school (slightly less than ivy league because he never did after school activities, he just got good grades). The reason he hated school had more to do with the fact that he was bullied nonstop until college. Even in elementary school he was the fat nerd that no one liked. It was amazing that Teddy had never fallen too deeply into depression. He never cut, he never harmed one hair on his head, suicide thoughts did cross his mind a time or two, but he wasn’t ballsy enough to ever do that. Plus he liked the idea of a bright future.

To the world, Teddy came off normal, even sweet and loving. But on the inside he was more conflicted then ever. His encounter with his roommate over a year ago now still haunted him, and his lack of success was more than just stressful. This year was not a good year for Teddy to say the least. It was the first year without any support from his parent, the first year without security blankets, and most of all, the first year Teddy had actually felt utterly alone. Not so much romantically alone, though that was part of it, and not socially alone either. There was just some sort of emptiness that kept creeping up on Teddy. He wasn’t ready to grow up, obviously, but he needed to at this point. But, grown ups didn’t go out and drink when they very well knew that it would end badly. But somehow Teddy kept trying to force himself to be an adult, like as if that was somehow the solution to all his problems.

I want… the second one

Truthfully, Teddy could not see how sleeping with a stranger could ever be intimate at all. It was the one thing he was close-minded about. But then again, Teddy had never slept with a stranger while sober, most of the time he didn’t remember it too well, and that was probably why he didn’t see it as anything but mindless. But Malachai wasn’t a stranger, he knew her—or at least at the moment he was forcing himself into believing that he knew her. And for the most part, he did. They were friends, no, they were more than friends. They were some type of weird relationship. Less than a boyfriend, more than a friend, but not friends with benefits (yet).

“Well, I mean…” Teddy said, his head buzzing with thoughts that probably already had G-d marking him on the “to hell” list, “I have a veerrrryyyy roomy car.” Teddy’s eyes shifted to the door, then back to Malachai, a smile now wiped on his flushed face. They kissed again, and that was the end of it. he barely even heard her next statement, he was too busy, attempting to pull her up and lead her out the door. He would hate himself in the morning for this, even more so than he would if she was just a stranger. Teddy actually liked Malachai, he didn’t want her to be a random girl in his bed (or in this case… car…). He wanted to actually be with her, but something in his head told him this was the closest he'd ever get. It must have been the alcohol.


notes; Yupyup. We're going to have to do a little fade to black transition very soon. XD
words; 500 SOMETHING
anything else; jshfdjkahjkf. I love themmmm. BEST COUPLE THAT ISN'T REALLY A COUPLE EVER.

[MALACHAI PENELOPE ESTRADA]

If Malachai could make a profession out of being a free loader she most definitely would. If she could spend her entire life mooching off of her well off parents she would. No need for a job. No need for school. No need for settling into anything, just a life of freedom to do whatever she pleased. Malachai wanted to be the shiny Charizard card of life. She wanted to be rare and elusive, sought after by all but only possessed by a select few. She wanted to you with the hearts and minds of everyone she met to think that they would finally have their hands on the shiny Charizard only to have her fly off (even though you couldn’t teach Charizard fly) and never be seen from again. Well, in most cases never be seen again. She didn’t mind Teddy being so frequent in her life, but she was admittedly getting attached to him. Too attached for comfort, but she wasn’t going to dwell on that. She didn’t want to end up drunkenly sobbing about how no one seemed to see the “real her” and how alone she felt at times and how desperate she was for some sort of connection while simultaneously being horrified.

She was just going to focus on how her downstairs burned with need and her throat still burned from the alcohol. She was going to focus on getting Teddy naked by the end of the night if it was the last thing she ended up doing. If Malachai had any shred of ethics and morals in her she wouldn’t be here at all and would instead be respecting Teddy’s desire for sex to be something special and between people who were dating. She wouldn’t be getting him drunk and seducing him and would be off being a good girl doing good things. Malachai really wasn’t a good person, not when it mattered most at least. She could always think of herself above others and put her needs first.

“Al Pacino,”

[/color] she thought out loud when he mentioned his van, watching him as his gaze moved from the door then back to her. “Is there a shag carpet?”[/color] She giggled, just enjoying that she had a reason to say “shag”. The word always made her think of Austin Powers. Malachai squealed and giggled like the drunken idiot she was as he picked her up, leaning on him as best as she could as she walked. Well, more like stumbled, but whatever. All she could think of was how she was finally getting him to sleep with her after all of his protesting.

*****

She didn’t dare open her eyes when she woke up, her head already pounding and she was barely even conscious yet. Her stomach was in knots but she knew she wouldn’t throw up; she’d just feel like she was going to all day long. She was sweaty and naked, at least she was pretty sure she was, and it took her a few minutes before she could think of where the hell she was. There was a body beside her. Whose? Oh right, Teddy’s. She was too hung over to remember much, but she was just hoping that his van had curtains or something covering the windows. While Malachai had absolutely no problem with people seeing her naked, sex in public was illegal and if someone saw them she didn’t want to risk getting fined. She groaned and finally opened her eyes, squinting at the light and groaning again. “Nnn I need Advil,”[/color] she admitted quietly, rubbing her face with her hands.
[/blockquote]TAGGED ruggybby
WORDS 602
WEARING this.
LYRICS lady gaga.
NOTES lolol there skintamate bits skipped xD
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[THEODORE MICHAEL FREEMAN]

Teddy had frequent panic attacks as a child, and even now he still had them quite a lot (though usually they were not in front of people). It was kind of a defense mechanism for him to start hyperventilating every time something freaked him out, and obviously what he woke up to this morning freaked him out. When Teddy opened his eyes, he didn’t really know what was going on. He knew he was in his car, and he seemed to put together the fact that he was naked shortly after figuring that out. Still, it took him a moment to take everything in. The night before was a blur, which probably meant it involved alcohol or drugs… and then it registered that he wasn’t alone. Teddy couldn’t help but sting together a sentence of curse words under his breath once he realized just who was next to him, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” he hissed to himself, covering his eyes for a moment in order to soothe his throbbing headache.

Had it been a stranger, Teddy probably wouldn’t have been quite as rattled. But now, his body felt numb. He knew this quirky little blue haired girl well, he liked her, he cared about her, and most of all he respected her. How could he have been so stupid? Teddy sat upright and carefully crawled around his car for his clothing, attempting to get dressed without waking Malachai (he was sort of dreading the idea of what she would say to him once she woke up, it was best to put off that moment for as long as possible). He was about halfway through stringing a belt through his pants when his stomach lurched. It was most likely combination of his current ‘what-the-fuck-am-I-gonna-do’ panicky haze, and his massive hangover. Teddy hastily opened the door and ran to the nearest trashcan, making his way over to it just in time to throw up the remnant of alcohol left in his stomach. How romantic.

He slowly walked back to the van, trying to think of what to say to Malachai once he got there, but there were no words when he opened the door. It was all verbal vomit and hushed mumbles skewed together so that even if you could hear them, they didn’t make any sense. All that came out was, “I… I… er—uh, shit…” This usually didn’t happen to Teddy whenever he had alcohol induced sex. It only ever happened once in a while, and never got this upset over it. Usually, he felt guilty, but the feeling passed just as quickly as his hangover did. He didn’t freak out. Teddy never freaked out anymore. He was good at controlling himself. He was calm, collected, and level headed all the time… except now. Everything about Malachai made him flustered, he couldn’t even look her in the eyes and form a coherent sentence. He breathed in, trying to calm himself so he could speak, but he was shaking, and all that came in were short intervals of air.

Suddenly Teddy was fifteen again. It was he first party he had ever gone to, the first alcoholic drinks he had ever had, and the first girl he had ever fucked. There were so many firsts that day, when Teddy woke up the next morning he started sobbing like a child. One night stands, or whatever this was, went against everything Teddy valued. His mother had once told him there was a difference between making love and having sex. As corny as that was, Teddy believed it wholeheartedly. “I’m sorry.” He managed to say, and he turned away to wipe the mist that was forming in his eyes. Teddy sat down and closed the car door then climbed over into the front seat, grabbed a bottle of Ibuprofen from the cupholder and handed it to her. “I… shit… I don’t know what else to say.” He put his hands over his face, “This isn’t what I was planning to—fuck, this really isn’t what I wanted to happen.”


notes; PLEASE EXCUSE TEDDY'S ACTING LIKE A PUSSY-NESS. IT'S THE MORNING AND HE'S ON HIS PERIOD I GUESS.
words; i'unno 680ish?
anything else; sorry this took me an abnormal amount of time to write. xD