just to waste my time with you. callie.

[Justin Adylin]

Word Count: 471
For: Callie Hale
Status: Complete
Lyrics: Dirty Little Secret by The All-American Rejects

Justin revved the engine of his Ford Mustang, inching forward as the red light taunted him. He loved the speeds he could get up to back in LA, but the amount of slow drivers and single lanes didn't allow him much leeway to loosen up the cars engine. One plus, however, was that he had plenty of dirt roads to enjoy whenever he felt like freelancing it out in the open countryside. Cleaning his car afterwards was the real bitch. He combed his fingers through his hair, teasing up the gelled spikes a bit too. Wearing his trademark leather jacket, he kept the chill at bay. Around the time that the sun disappeared over the horizon, the temperature had dropped drastically so that even he was beginning to feel the cold. Underneath, he was wearing a bright yellow shirt, jeans and black DCs. It was comfortable for him, but the way his jeans hung so low on his waist caused a few double-checks from the locals. This was a new town and a totally new concept for him. Small town life was different from Los Angeles, and Justin wasn't really adjusting. His sister, Raine had told him to visit Hillbilly bar. What the hell kind of fun was he supposed to find there? It was his last hope to save him from boredom. Sure, a few days he went overboard after losing his parents, but Justin was acting like nothing had happened now. Mentally he tried to block the tragedy from his mind. Who wanted to remember how their parents had been executed so mercilessly? Definitely him.

Let me know that I've done wrong
When I've known this all along
I go around a time or two
Just to waste my time with you

Tell me all that you've thrown away
Find out games you don't wanna play
You are the only one that needs to know

I'll keep you my dirty little secret
(Dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret
(Just another regret, hope that you can keep it)
My dirty little secret

Pulling his car up outside of the bar, he pulled up the brake and cut off the engine. The humming of the engine ceased and all that he could hear was the music coming from inside the bar. It was plain old country music.

Man.

He thumped the steering wheel with his hand, holding the keys in his hand and getting out. All he was looking for now was a good drink. Something to spike his irritability. He strolled towards the entrance, slinging it open. He was hit with an impression of Hicksville. Stetsons all over the place, plaid shirts, jeans and beers. No thank you. He closed the door behind him, moving into the crowds and weaving between the tables. There was a dance floor set up in the middle and with a slow dance having just tuned in, couples waltzed onto the dance floor holding hands and cuddling. More no thank yous. JT, as he known back in LA, turned his head to watch them all. Then he carried on towards the bar, sizing up one of the girls sitting on a stool by the bar. He passed her by. His mind was on one thing - alcohol to numb the senses.

[callie]

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Callie hated it in Westin Arizona. Out of all the times she had been to Phoenix, Gilbert, Tempe and Glendale, even Tuscon for concerts she had never heard of Westin Arizona. And now that she was in Westin she hated it, she wanted to go back to Hollywood. She was stuck in some stupid program called TTI, it was for troubled youth, Callie looked in the mirror and could see she wasn't troubled. So why was she being stuck in with all of the juvenile delinquents? They said it was because some one told them she had a drinking problem, so what. Lots of people had them, why did Callie's have to be any different. Sure she had her stomach pumped once because she over drank her self but that was her second time drinking, she didnt know her limits yet. Now she knew how much it took to make her feel better and how much it took to make her fall asleep.

She was currently standing in her closet trying to decide what to wear, she still needed to go shopping and get some more countryish clothes. She had all ready ruined a perfectly good pair of $300 shoes by scuffing them up on hay. So she was going to stick to cement today. She slipped on a pair of black skinng jeans, a white corset type shirt and a cute pair of heels. She put her omnipod on her back right hip and slipped her shirt over it covering it up. She ran a hand threw her curly light brown hair and fixed her make up. Grabbing her purse and her cell phone she walked out the door and got in her big black truck and drove towards the only good bar in town. They didn't ask for ID and she paid well over sticker price for drinks if needed so she was set. She bit a plump red sparkly lip as she walked in and sat down a few seats away from an amazingly hot guy at the bar. She ordered a few shots of tequila and waited for it to come. Turning her head she noticed the guy looked kind of familiar but she passed it up waiting for her drinks.



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POST STATUS:[/color] COMPLETE
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO:[/color] sydknee says!
BANNER CREDIT TO:[/color] person!
LYRICS CREDIT TO:[/color] Britney Spears
ROLEPLAYING WITH:[/color] Justin
WHERE WE AT?:[/color] Bar
WORD COUNT:[/color] 371
LOOKING LIKE:[/color] outfit here!
NOTES:[/color] Rawr
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[Justin Adylin]

Word Count: 353
Status: Complete

Justin leaned over the counter, tapping his fingers absent-mindedly on the countertop. He scanned the row of drinks loaded up behind the bar on the shelves. Whiskey was pretty good but he was looking for something stronger. Maybe he would go for the tequilas hot. Lemon, salt and strong alcohol. Enough to make you wince just thinking about it but damn it felt good once all that was down. He remembered chucking up his first tequila. He'd grown more tolerant of the shit since then, which wasn't really good if you thought about it. He probably had a pretty damaged liver by now.

He ordered his drink, waiting for it to come along. He noticed a tray of tequila shots being passed around, but he didn't pay attention to who was receiving it. He turned back to the bartender, handing him the dollar bill and bringing his blanco tequila towards him. He had the salt on the back of his hand and lapped it up with his tongue, drinking his shot and biting down on the slice of lemon the bartender had provided him with. His expression pinched and he set down the shot glass, shaking his head and a smile perched itself onto the edge of his lips. Damn that felt good.

Justin turned around, crossing his arms over his chest and crossing his legs at the ankle. He watched the crowds, amused as someone dipped their partner, nearly dropping her. His attention span waned and he looked around again, this time, he noticed her. Callie Hale? Holy crap. It was her. He'd notice that hair any day. Since he wasn't particularly shy, Justin made his approach.

Last place I'd expect to find you.

He said, his smile lopsided and charming. Callie was younger than him, but they had been introduced at a gig back in Tuscon when JT had been up there with a friend. They'd had a chat, but only gotten to the point where they knew each others names and professions. Well, Justin's unsuccessful one at least. Becoming an agent had been put off since his parents recent death.

[callie]

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Callie stretched and yawned a little as she waited for her drinks to come. She was tired, she hadn't really been able to sleep well here, even while drinking. It was either to hot or to cold and it didn't have any of the comforts that she would normally have back home. She was hopping that by the time she was done drinking here she could find a way back to her house and hopefully fall asleep. She was usually a very careful driver when she was drunk and that was in the streets of LA where the craziest drivers lived because every one was in a hurry and had their heads shoved up some one else ass.She rubbed her eyes and tapped her fingers on the top of the bar waiting for her drinks to arrive. They took forever here.

She looked up when some one spoke to her and she shrugged a little. "Last place that I would expect to be." And it was true, no one expected to find her here, she didn't expect to find her self here. Everything sort of just happened and she didn't really have any control over it any more, she felt like she lost control of her own life. She ordered a slice of pizza figuring that she should eat something before she could go home and make something real to help keep her blood sugar at its right levels. It was hard being diabetic especially since she hated eating because she didnt want to get fatter then she all ready was. She took a shot glass and placed it to her lips and tilted her head back then did the other 4 shot glasses in a raw almost with out stopping. She stopped when she was done to scrunch her face and asked for another round. "Have a seat Justin. Not like either of us are going any where apparently." She rubbed her eyes again waiting for her drinks. This is what she resorted to when she was upset. Drinking. Perfect little pop star right?



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POST STATUS:[/color] COMPLETE
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO:[/color] sydknee says!
BANNER CREDIT TO:[/color] person!
LYRICS CREDIT TO:[/color] Britney Spears
ROLEPLAYING WITH:[/color] Justin
WHERE WE AT?:[/color] Bar
WORD COUNT:[/color]
LOOKING LIKE:[/color] outfit here!
NOTES:[/color] Rawr
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[Justin Adylin]

Word Count: 370
Status: Complete
Lyrics: Poker Face by Lady Gaga

Callie said that it was the last place that she would expect to be. Isn't that the truth. When you're born and bred into big city life, a small town like this came as quite a shock. Where were the rowdy parties that included sex, drugs and bright lights? Here, you'd get a fist fight. What the hell was that worth except a black eye? Justin looked down at her. Five consecutive shots. That'd hit the pavement before she did if she hadn't eaten beforehand. That's when Justin would hightail it out of there, or he'd just laugh. But there was no way anyone was getting in his car when they were drunk - even girls. He was typical - the car came first.

I wanna hold em' like they do in Texas Plays
Fold em' let em' hit me raise it baby stay with me (I love it)
Luck and intuition play the cards with Spades to start
And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart

I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be
A little gambling is fun when you're with me I love it)
Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby when it's love if its not rough it isn't fun, fun

In Westin for a gig?

He couldn't imagine why else a teenage pop star would be here. Okay, so Westin wasn't all bad because his sister was in it, but who gave a shit otherwise? It would take something big before JT would learn to accept Westin. In fact, it would take something a helluva big to change what he was. He always knew he was right. Always. He didn't use the words "I" and "thought" in the same sentence. You either knew something, or you didn't. How could you be inbetween?

He pulled his arms forward and his sleeves rode further up his arm. He then crossed his arms over his chest, staring across the table at her with a casual aura. Justin was often down to earth, with his lazy smile and charming words. But tonight, he didn't seem to have much of that charm. There was a buzz from the tequila, but not much tonight.

Behind him, the couples on the dance floor were given a much more upbeat song to dance to, and other people were coming onto the dance floor. He looked over his shoulder, a smile pinching the edges of his lips as a platinum blonde caught his attention. More like it, he was thinking, catching her eye and winking. She smiled, dancing with some guy who obviously thought he was going to get lucky. Huh, funny. He looked back at Callie, eyeing the drinks coming up to their table.