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do you believe [closed to brian]
22 Aug 2015 10:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sempiternallyIt was one hell of a warm night outside on the Vegas strip in Nevada. His only reason being in the desert during probably the hottest month of the whole summer was due in part to seeing a concert. There was going to be a local band playing a home show and for two nights on the weekend only. While the group was touring around America on the bus, there weren’t going to be anymore stops closer to home.
So through a friend of a co-worker’s known relative, Kieran was able to score a ticket for himself to attend one night. He drove the freeway and prepared himself for an all Saturday night spent raging. He arrived early, wanting to first make sure and check into a hotel and maybe to go a casino and have some drinks before he caught the event. The show didn’t start until ten. He looked at the time. He had four more hours to kill.
With the sun not yet quite ready to disperse below the horizon of buildings, the sweltering heat came at Kieran from every direction. He thought it must at least be a little over a hundred degrees out here. And walking these conditions only made him feel the more miserable.
God, it was hot.
Kieran diverted off the strip and walking into the closest casino he could find, stepped foot inside the doors and enjoyed the cool air as it conditioned and refreshed his poor celtic born skin.
So through a friend of a co-worker’s known relative, Kieran was able to score a ticket for himself to attend one night. He drove the freeway and prepared himself for an all Saturday night spent raging. He arrived early, wanting to first make sure and check into a hotel and maybe to go a casino and have some drinks before he caught the event. The show didn’t start until ten. He looked at the time. He had four more hours to kill.
With the sun not yet quite ready to disperse below the horizon of buildings, the sweltering heat came at Kieran from every direction. He thought it must at least be a little over a hundred degrees out here. And walking these conditions only made him feel the more miserable.
God, it was hot.
Kieran diverted off the strip and walking into the closest casino he could find, stepped foot inside the doors and enjoyed the cool air as it conditioned and refreshed his poor celtic born skin.
some art show [Closed to Adora]
9 Nov 2013 06:34 pmsempiternallyWhen Kieran said he had nothing important to do, he literally meant he had nothing to do. Lying in bed and flipping through all the channels on his TV, boredom having settled in hours ago, he eventually checked his phone and saw a text from Adora. She was young woman he'd met through a mutual friend and continued to see hanging around several times thereafter. It wasn't until he got completely shitfaced at her place one night when they'd started to get to know each other- he thinks.
One of the first things Kieran remembers from that night is having a couple drinks with some of his friends. Then there were a couple shots. When their inhibitions loosened, Kieran blissfully followed the group to a stranger's house where he discovered that Adora lived here and they'd all wanted to meet up with her. That's when his head started to swim and drift in and out of a stage commonly referred to as being blackout drunk.
Kieran knows he'd spoken with Adora that night. Talking music and whatever else was on his mind, exchanging phone numbers some time during that evening, he blacks out and then becomes vaguely aware of having been in a bathtub with an empty bottle of alcohol in his hands. He doesn't remember anything else; he doesn't even remember why he was in that bathtub or what he was doing with that bottle. He wakes up the next morning with a hangover and sore neck forgetting where he is.
He texts Adora back. Shortly after a brief conversation that includes an invitation to come to his place so he can show her some of his art, Kieran dresses and waits for her arrival. She texts him back shortly after. Leaving his house to go outside and greet her, when Kieran spots the only running car in the street, he waves his arm to signal Adora over to him.
One of the first things Kieran remembers from that night is having a couple drinks with some of his friends. Then there were a couple shots. When their inhibitions loosened, Kieran blissfully followed the group to a stranger's house where he discovered that Adora lived here and they'd all wanted to meet up with her. That's when his head started to swim and drift in and out of a stage commonly referred to as being blackout drunk.
Kieran knows he'd spoken with Adora that night. Talking music and whatever else was on his mind, exchanging phone numbers some time during that evening, he blacks out and then becomes vaguely aware of having been in a bathtub with an empty bottle of alcohol in his hands. He doesn't remember anything else; he doesn't even remember why he was in that bathtub or what he was doing with that bottle. He wakes up the next morning with a hangover and sore neck forgetting where he is.
He texts Adora back. Shortly after a brief conversation that includes an invitation to come to his place so he can show her some of his art, Kieran dresses and waits for her arrival. She texts him back shortly after. Leaving his house to go outside and greet her, when Kieran spots the only running car in the street, he waves his arm to signal Adora over to him.