KARMA POLICE

[apollo avery cromwell]

karma police, arrest this man
HE TALKS IN MATHS.HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE.HE'S LIKE A DE-TUNED RADIO.
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‘Pollo sighed and pushed his laptop away from him. So drinks with Damien tonight, fucking, awesome, except for the fact that Apollo hated the reached stuff with a passion, but on the other hand he had a crush on Damien and well why the hell not? Pollo looked down at himself. He was just wearing boxers and a white wife beater. Something in his lower stomach told him that it would be best to actually wear clothes instead of underwear. He ran a hand through is messy brown hair. He stood up knocking his sleeping cat off his lap in the process, the cat would probably now kill him in his sleep but of well.
Apollo stood on the spot just sorta looking lost for a second before picking up his batman shirt of the floor and smelling it, hey being a bachelor had its perks. He also pulled a pair of blue skinny jeans out from under his cat. Apollo dressed quickly; almost tripping as he pulled on his jeans. After searching his room head to toe he found his old beat up black converse. He laced up his shoes quickly pushing his cat off his knee numerous times. Apollo bounded down the stairs the small ginger cat almost tripping him as he went. He unlocked his front door and lazy fell onto the couch. When would Damien get here? Well he did have to stop by the ABC store, since Apollo never kept alcohol on him, but that shouldn’t take him too long.
Apollo flipped on the television to a channel he couldn’t indentify. "Fuck Yea, Aladdin " He yelled his voice dripping with a smooth British accent. He snuggled into the couch pillows still wishing he had some fags but what could he do about it now with Dame on the way. He tried to focus on the movie yet he always found himself drifting off into a daydream about anything and everything. Well that anything and everything was Damien, Apollo had quite the school boyish crush on him and it was probably painfully evident no matter how he tried to disguise it. Suddenly though he was ripped out of his day dream by a knocking at his door. "It open! " He called turning the T.V. onto mute, hoping that it was the guy he had been waiting for.

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for a minute there i lost myself
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET.THIS IS WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU MESS WITH US.
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[damien luca madden]

To assume that Damien was only mildly excited would be the wrong assumption. Despite being a young adult male, he was bouncing off the walls - even more so than the norm, but perhaps that's just his flamboyant sexuality kicking in there. As much as he would've loved to show up clad in his pajama pants (underwear is for pansies) and a ratty Led Zeppelin tee, that wouldn't be the best of choices. He could always show up naked. Damien shook his head and undressed himself (somehow resisting te urge to practice his stripping and grinding in the mirror), substiuting the ratty articles of clothing for a nicer gray v-neck and a pair of plain-Jane jeans. On his way out the door, the older man was sure to grab a few assorted bottles of alcohol from the cupboard, because what hormonal single male didn't keep alcohol in his in his bachelor pad? Oh, that's right, Apollo.

The drive to Apollo's flat was somewhat of a commute, seeing as he lived within fifteen minutes of Bite the Bit, which was still barely touching the outskirts of Ojai. Pulling up into complex, Damien stopped jamming to his music and killed the engine. He played with his hair until it was its normal, post-sex-esque self. Damien pushed his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose and opened the car door, grabbed the bag of booze, exited the vehicle and kicked its door shut in one slightly clumsy movement. Dame staggered up the stairs and to the address 'Pollo had given him, knocking - er, kicking - on the door with his boot-dressed foot. "It's open!" had been the response to his unmannerly actions, so Dame would continue being.. himself. He set down the duffel bag of his goods and opening the door only slightly. The rest of the action was completed with his shoulder when he barged into the entrance to Apollo's home.

"Honey, I'm HOOOOOOME!" he called as he entered. He gave his companion no time to properly retort to his antics, because as soon as he had entered, he left to get the much-needed booze. Maybe they were losers for sitting in Apollo's apartment, alone and drinking, but - oh my God. Was that a cat? "OH MY GOD, A MOTHER FUCKING CAT." Damien's voice was even more of a raucous than he, himself, was. The equestrian lunged for the frightened animal, grabbing it by the hips and dragging it as he(?) attempted an escape. "Oh my God. I fuckin' love cats, bro!" he exclaimed, hugging the struggling critter close to his chest. Dame mosied up to 'Pollo and invaded his personal space with a child's grin chisled into his face. "Sun Jesus!"

[apollo avery cromwell]

karma police, arrest this man
HE TALKS IN MATHS.HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE.HE'S LIKE A DE-TUNED RADIO.
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Apollo had been in a way caught very off guard by Damien’s greeting. " Honey, I'm HOOOOOOME!"

[/b] said the freak from the kitchen. Honey, hot dayum Apollo liked the way that sounded even if it had only been in a joking term. Apollo was still lounged out on the couch waiting for Damien and their poison. As much as Apollo disliked Alcohol he was kinda excited for tonight. I mean what guy (gay or not) didn’t want to get fucking wasted every once in awhile. ‘Pollo had always blamed his dad for his fear of drinking alcohol or being close to people attached to alcohol. Even in his dads best of days he had been a stinking drunkard. His dad had also taken into beat his mum after long nights at the local pub. Apollo had had enough of his dads drunkard ways after finishing his school, and that was one of the main reasons he had left Liverpool. His family still didn’t know about him being gay, that would be fun wouldn’t it. His sister was pretty much his only hope that his parents wouldn’t come here to America and chop his penis off and feed it to indie. His parents had always wanted ‘Pollo to be their dapper little English gentleman, and gay was definitely not in their plans.


Only minutes after Damien’s entrance there was such a sudden rush of commotion coming from his kitchen that he almost? Poor Demeter, it sounded as he was being dragged to the dead man hangs. Apollo stared at the doorway from the living area to the kitchen waiting to see what the hell was going to come through there. Apollo couldn’t help but laughing out loud as the Texan walked up to him (totally invading his personal bubble) hold a struggling black cat. Yes, he would most definitely die tonight in his sleep if Demeter could get anywhere near him. The cat was already in a pissy mood and Damien attacking him like that would not put him in an any better mood. "Um be careful of Demeter, he might attack your face if you aren’t careful" Apollo said, an apprehensive look shadowing his face. Apollo hooped up and headed to the kitchen to fetch the glasses and alcohol. The duffle of alcohol was near the door and the glasses were in the cabinets across the room, let’s see how many glasses Apollo can break before he reaches the living area again. It was kind of pathetic, Apollo had no shot glasses or whatever so they would have to use the basic run of the mill glasses. He took those in one hand and crossed the room and the room and took the heavy duffle in the other. He returned once more the couch and placed one glass in front of himself and the other in front of Texas and he pushed the duffle in between them on the couch. ”Pick your poison Texas.” He said his signature smirk plastered across his face.

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for a minute there i lost myself
THIS IS WHAT YOU GET.THIS IS WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU MESS WITH US.
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