Thread: The Outsider [CntDestyr & YellowSmoke]

The man forged into her apartment, shutting the door behind him and looking around the place. It was a pigsty. This was how she was living now? Before he could wrap his mind around the deplorable state of the apartment, she made her way out. Giving her a half assed hug before giving her a once over. She was wearing her pajamas still, she wasn't even ready for their arrangement. The more time that they wasted here, the more time it gave that bastard Hayden and George to walk through the door. He watched as she plopped down on the couch, and the man just put his hand in his pocket and kept standing. He had some idea of what went on on that couch, though he still wouldn't chance it. This was an expensive suit, he couldn't afford to get any dirt or any bodily fluid on it. That's alright. You almost ready to go? The man asked out. The problem was that she seemed too comfortable with the habit. While it was great for her to be on the drug, which honestly he questioned if she was on it at the very moment, she was just being lethargic. She wasn't doing anything to kick the habit, to better her life, to do anything for the band. Missing practice was clearly not the way that she would get out of this shit hole and into the everyday world. He had offered her to come live with him in his posh house up on Queen Anne Hill, but she declined and clearly that was a mistake. Outside, he could hear two sets of heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, and Rick knew who those footsteps likely belonged to. Not a moment later, two men barged into the apartment, seeing Rick standing there and her sitting on the couch. One man, was wearing an old and ratty black beanie, aviator sunglasses, a collared shirt that was open revealing some band shirt underneath and jeans that stuck to his form. This was Hayden. The man behind him was wearing a black jacket with a little bit of a white undershirt showing and baggier jeans than the man before him. Hayden took his sunglasses off, and turned to George. I told you I saw that faggot's car outside. The man said before heading over to Alissa and planting a passionate kiss on her lips, his tongue invading her mouth for just a moment before he broke it off and plopped down next to her. Hayden didn't like Rick, not one bit. He felt that Rick was just lying to them all, and that he tried to ride in on some shining white unicorn to try and save her. No one coaxed Alissa to live like she did, and as far as he was concerned, she enjoyed it. George on the other hand was a little quieter, a little more reserved. He took part in all of it, but he didn't have as much confidence or arrogance as Hayden had, clearly. Lighting up a cigarette, Hayden draped his arm around Alissa, flicking the ash willy nilly to the floor like he didn't even care about his living space. He didn't of course, he was only there a few hours per day. So, you guys gonna go do your thing. . or whatever? He asked Alissa not even bothering to acknowledge that Rick was in the room. George had disappeared back into his room, clearly uncomfortable about the situation that was unfolding. Rick watched as he just came in and acted like he owned the place, and owned Alissa. He knew they weren't dating, but he knew they were doing other stuff. When he asked the question though, Rick looked at her, waiting for her answer. He was getting more and more impatient the longer she waited. He wouldn't take her out like she was though, no way. She knew the rules about going out and having a meal with him. She had to look at least semi-respectable, not look like a woman who had just given up.