Vapor Transmission | By : VindictiveDiva Category: My Chemical Romance > General Views: 1306 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Holy carp! And yes, I meant carp. Well, darling Little_Miss_Disaster and I are working on this one together. I'm writing from the perspectives of members of Orgy and she's doing the same with members of MCR. We can do it if we want to, and we do so there :-P! Now if you don't know (or don't remember) who Orgy is, I can't help you. I highly recommend doing an image search or going on YouTube and digging up some ancient videos. Oh, this is set back in 2002 sometime.
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I knew that when we walked in, all eyes were on us. I know that I’m a stunner, and the others didn’t look so bad either. Amir and Bobby had opted to stay behind at the hotel, but Ryan and Paige had decided to accompany me to the club. And we were dressed to kill, putting it mildly of course.
I’d styled my dark hair and put on silver eye shadow and black eye liner to accentuate my amber eyes. And shimmering lip gloss to show off my pouty lips. The silver leather jacket complimented the make up. I’d chosen a black turtleneck made of sheer material, black nylon pants that hugged my hips a bit and black platform boots. I didn’t need them at 6’4” and they pushed me up to nearly 7 feet, but they looked fantastic.
Ryan also attracted quite a bit of attention. He wore a red wife beater, black leather pants with red embroidery on the shape of flames, and dark red boots. The red set off his white blond hair that he’d spiked, and he’d worn red eye shadow and black eyeliner to bring out his blue eyes. Ryan’s lips were nearly as plump as my own, and he’d selected pink lip gloss, which suited him well.
As though he were trying his best to be Ryan’s opposite, Paige was your typical Gothic beauty. His raven forelocks framed his round face, while the rest of his hair was spiked up. He’d picked out a black vinyl shirt with long fishnet sleeves, and charcoal pants made out of a shimmering metallic material I couldn’t identify. To complete the outfit he’d chosen black 5 inch platforms (he’s abysmally short and wears the platforms to hide it) and a black choker collar with steel studs. His make up was just as dramatic, black eyeliner, charcoal eye shadow and silver lipstick.
We split up, Ryan heading to the bar, Paige to the dance floor and I grabbed a table for the three of us. We’d just finished our last show in New York and would be there for two weeks before the tour started up again. Bobby and Amir would probably go back to California for a bit to see their kids but tomorrow they’d be painting the town silver with the rest of us.
I wasn’t alone long before Ryan came to the table, Paige in tow, with the drinks. “I spotted a couple of hotties out there.” Paige said, grinning. “Oh really?” I asked as I gingerly sipped my cranberry vodka. “Out on the floor, look.” Paige said, pointing. He’d gotten himself a Jack and Coke while Ryan had a Miller Light. I looked out on the floor and said, “There’s gotta be a hundred people on the floor, help me out Paige.” “The skinny one with the glasses and the tiny one with the dark hair.” I spotted them easily after that description, then laughed. “Didn’t know you were into little emo wannabe punk kids, Paige.”
“They’re cute, and I’m pretty sure they’re available, what the hell do I care what they’re wearing? Besides if I have my way they won’t be wearing it for long.” Paige said and Ryan laughed. “Let it never be said you discriminate Paige. You’re an equal opportunity man whore. But then again since you ARE a whore I guess that ‘discriminate’ isn’t in your vocabulary.” “Hey, I like ‘em young and skinny, it makes the sex more fun.”
“Oh bullshit. You just like them that way ‘cause half the time they’re virgins. And the only reason you’re hoping one of those two is a virgin is so the quo en quote ‘lucky boy’ won’t know how horrible you are in bed.” I concluded and this made Ryan laugh so hard he nearly spilled his beer. “Spare me bitch. You never complain whenever I fuck you. Usually you just scream.” Paige said, grinning lasciviously. “Because I’m usually so damned drunk and horny I’d even settle for Bobby.” This lead to more laughter.
Paige finished his drink rather quickly, then stood. “Well, I’m gonna see which of the boys is the lucky one, see you guys in a bit.” Ryan stood when Paige walked off and said, “I think I’ll grab whichever one he doesn’t want. You coming?” I thought about it, then said, “I think I’ll hit the bar instead.” “Suit yourself.” Ryan went over to Paige and the boys. Paige was busy chatting up the shorter boy while the boy in the glasses had a look of annoyance on his face. But that vanished when Ryan appeared beside him and greeted the boy with a silly grin.
I chuckled and went to the bar to order another drink, mine had mysteriously vanished. The bar wasn’t crowded, nearly everyone was on the dance floor. But when I sat down I noticed I wasn’t completely alone. There was a young man on the bar stool next to mine. His black hair was hanging in his face and he seemed to be mumbling to himself as he drew on a napkin. It was a picture of what I could only guess was a young woman on an autopsy table. I got my drink and got a better look at him.
His face was round and a bit chubby, and I figured he’d be very handsome when he lost the puppy fat. As it was he was adorable. He was very pale, even paler than Paige and that’s saying something (especially since Paige is full blooded Irish). His eyes were a lovely hazel and he was dressed in emo punk fashion like the other two boys I’d seen, which made me wonder if they were together. The boy wore a black t-shirt, faded tight black jeans with the knees ripped out, black worn out Converse sneakers and a black leather jacket that had seen better days. His hair was about shoulder length and I watched as he repeatedly shoved it out of his face, concentrating on his sketch and every minute or so taking a sip of his beer.
Suddenly, the sandy blond boy with the glasses came up. He was rail think and wore dark blue jeans, white chewed up tennis shoes and a practically antique Anthrax shirt. He put his arm around the darker boy’s shoulders and said, “C’mon Gerard! Come out and dance with us!” “Leave me alone Mikey.” The other boy muttered, and I noticed his words were slurred. “Gee, seriously! There’s this REALLY cute guy I want you to meet.” Gerard looked at Mikey, annoyed, and pulled away from him.
“If you’re trying to hook me up with someone, forget it.” “I’m not trying to hook you up! I’m just trying to get you to meet some new people. Fuck, you’re the singer, you need to circulate!” I smiled mischievously as I had an idea. I slid up behind Gerard , wrapping one arm around his shoulders and pulling him back against my chest. “He IS circulating. Now run along little boy.” I said, then smiled devilishly at Mikey. He had a look of absolute shock on his face. I thought that Gerard would pitch a fit but instead he relaxed against me as I stroked his hair with my other hand.
“Gee, are you, ah, sure?” “Go away Mikey.” Gerard said a bit breathlessly. Mikey turned and walked off, and I smiled and kissed Gerard’s cheek. “What’s your name kid?” I asked. “Gerard Way… Who’re… Er, you?” He slipped away from me and turned, staring. He was more beautiful than I’d originally thought. And I wanted him. “Jay Gordon… Want to get out of here?”
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