[justify]If there was one thing in the world that Ryleigh had issues dealing with, it was stress. Whether it had been something tiny as trying to pass a test so she could graduate from high school, however close she might have been to not or something huge as to trying to get a music career off the ground. Though, that wasn't the worst of it all. It wasn't her issues with managing stress that really mattered. It was how she attempted to manage her stress. It was safe and easy to say that Ryleigh wasn't exactly the best person ever. In fact, she was probably the farthest you could get from it. From LSD to excessive drinking to the points of blacking out to just doing things that she regretted all around, there was no saying what mess she'd get herself into next. She was a train wreck. There was absolutely no denying that. She was going to be the sort of musician who ruined her career before it even started because of all the damn issues she got herself mixed into. Was that what Ryleigh wanted? No. Could she help it? No. She had wanted to stop for as long as she could remember. She just couldn't. She needed help and serious help, but just never got it. And, as far as she was concerned, she never was.

So, there she was, once again, trying to avoid everything by just escaping it all. So, where exactly had Ryleigh chosen to go? Well, where else than where a true reckless party girl would go. Clubbing. The one club she had heard of recently, the Viper Room, to be exact. When she got stressed, she went with two options, getting high out of her mind or getting wasted out of her mind. Tonight, obviously, she had chosen the latter. Though, when you had a tolerance for alcohol as high as she did, it took quite some time. So, despite what she had already gone through, the dark haired girl was hardly wasted. She was more or less buzzed, on the verge of being entirely drunk, yet still not wasted. This was why, most of the time, she had gone for the former. It worked quicker and she hadn't developed such a tolerance for it. However, that was now out of the question, due to past experience of hers with mixing alcohol and LSD. There were delusions like no other, to put it simply. Sighing lightly, she scanned the club for a familiar face, hoping there would be at least one person there, just in case of her passing out within a few hours. Not to mention, it was just nice to have company, once in a while. For the moment, Ryleigh probably would have settled for just about anyone to see.

Okay, so that wasn't exactly entirely true. There were, of course, certain people she just didn't want to see. People she didn't exactly get along with, of course, and then there was the people, or well, person, she had taken a different sort of interest in. She wasn't the sort of person who used to actually taking an interest in anyone, as it was rare that someone was able to put up with a train wreck, like she was, though, unless you caught her as she was now, she rarely let on the full extent of it. Downing another shot or two, her eyes once more scanned the room. Damn it, was there really no one here, leaving Ryleigh to be stuck alone with the thoughts that had been pestering her, as of late? Apparently, that was exactly how things were supposed to be. So, there she stood, her drunken state finally sinking in, eyes still darting from place to place, as though begging for someone to just appear. Right now, she would have gone for anyone. Hell, she would have gone for the very person she had taken an interest in. Right now, she just didn't want to drink herself into alcohol poisoning.



TAGGED. rachel/nate! (:
LYRICS. famous last words - my chemical romance
WORD COUNT. six seven two words.
NOTES. and this is absolutely shit. sorry. i'm hella tired.[/justify]

[justify]Tonight was one of those nights where Ryleigh wished that she could have said that that is had been the first time in a month or even a week that she had been in a club. But, if she had attempted that, her lies would have been obvious to anyone who joined the club scene as regularly as she did. Sure, she hadn't gone out the night before, due to prior commitments, yet, the night before, it had been the exact same as it was this night, just a different place. It wasn't an uncommon thing for Ryleigh, sadly. Hell, it was pretty much what she was known for. Besides the fact that she was one of the few people in the world who actually knew what a keytar was, and even less uncommon, someone who could actually play one. Amazing, right? At least, it seemed that way to Ryleigh, who still adored it, despite all the comments she got. Ranging from "that's not a real instrument" to "only people who can't play anything else play the keytar", none of it ever got to Ryleigh. She was who she was and she did what she did. If people couldn't accept that, it wasn't her problem.

Though, right now, besides the excessive drinking and her drug problem, there was only one key problem that stuck out in her mind and that was the fact that she was falling for someone in the band she just so happened to be in. Wasn't twenty-two too old for that shit? Or, at least, wasn't twenty-two old enough to know better than to start liking someone in a band with you that just so happened to also be one of your best friends? Apparently, despite all Ryleigh had thought, none of that was true. Now, for now, all she could hope was that something didn't go horribly wrong, such as her running into him, at the very club she was currently drunk at. It wasn't really a good idea to put Ryleigh in an awkward situation when she was drunk, as things tended to get more awkward, since well, Ryleigh couldn't exactly always control what she did while intoxicated. So long as she could just stay away from one person, until she was sober, or at least, until the lack of sobriety had faded slightly.

But, of course, she just so happened to have the worst luck that anyone could possibly have. This was what she got for dubbing the number thirteen her lucky number. It was an odd sort of karma coming back to bite her in the ass. What exactly had brought on that little episode of wondering what the hell she did to deserve this? Well, it just so happened to be the fact that the very person she was hoping not to run into just so happened to be strolling into the Viper Room and wandering in her direction. Why couldn't she have been otherwise occupied with someone, at that time? Apparently, this was just meant to happen. And, of course, he just had to talk to her. But, there was a chance that this could prove to be fun. She was drunk after all. "Oh really? I wouldn't know. But, is that an offer? Because, you know, I'm not one to dance alone, Nate." Ryleigh smirked, obvious she was drunk, because otherwise, she would have never said something like that to him. Was she going go regret that? Probably. Did she really care? No.


TAGGED. rachel/nate! (:
LYRICS. famous last words - my chemical romance
WORD COUNT. five eight two words
NOTES. drunk ryleigh = drama? [/justify]

[justify]This was honestly the last thing that Ryleigh needed to put herself through. As though the stress of juggling a band while trying to make sure she didn't accidentally overdose or drink herself to death wasn't hard enough, the reoccurring thoughts of a relationship always managed to weasel their way into Ryleigh's mind, making her mind an even more fucked up place to be. Her mind was never a place anyone wanted to live, the constant thoughts of the hell she was putting herself through and it was all for what? For her enjoyment? For her to kill herself slowly? No. To her, it took the edge off of all her stress. However, to anyone else, it probably simply seemed easy enough to explain in two words. Death wish. That couldn't have been further from the truth, however. Ryleigh did indeed value her life to an extent, just wasting it away didn't bother her. There were only certain things in life that meant anything to Ryleigh in her life. And, well, those were the things she truthfully stuck around for.

If someone knew Ryleigh, they would know exactly who she meant by the people that meant something to her. If they didn't, they would never know. She wasn't an open person. Hence why her emotions towards a certain someone standing before her were under tight wrappings and staying that way for as long as Ryleigh could bear to keep her mouth shut. That could either go two ways. Ryleigh's luck could, for once, find itself to be in her favour, and she would be able to manage to keep her mouth shut for the rest of eternity or until she moved on. Though, second scenario was much more likely to occur, especially given her horrid luck. She knew that eventually, it was going to eat away at her to the point where she would just blurt it out, making herself look like an absolutely fool in front of someone who meant the world to her, but probably didn't feel the same way that she did.

Why did this have to happen? She had just wanted to come out to have a good time and have a few drinks. Nate wasn't supposed to be there. Yet, upon hearing his comment about being sober and trying to change that as he wandered to the bar, she couldn't help but following, pulling her body up onto one of the bar stools by the bar. "Well, then, I guess you better drink fast, Nate," she smirked, a devilish grin growing across her lips. "Because, I'm not going to wait forever." Was that true? Partially. If he wound up taking forever and a day to get to her level of drunkenness, then yes, she was going to leave. Otherwise, it was unlikely that she would leave. "I can always just go find someone else, if you're not interested," Ryleigh teased, unsure of why she was playing this game. This was going to be a mistake. Yet, Ryleigh couldn't bring herself to stop messing around. But, drunk plus drunk was going to equal in disaster. That much was obvious.

TAGGED. rachel/nate! (:
LYRICS. famous last words - my chemical romance
WORD COUNT. five three three words.
NOTES. this = uber suckage. but this could also = fun. [/justify]

[justify]Waiting had not been something Ryleigh found desirable. She was an in the moment sort of person, so any delay she experienced had never really been anything desirable to her. But, right now, as much as she didn't want to wait, she wasn't going to walk away. He was right. She could have left. But, did she really want to? No. Ryleigh didn't want to leave, walk away, and find someone else. But, of course she wasn't going to let that on. "Maybe, it is. Maybe, it isn't. Guess you'll never know." She smirked, loving teasing people like that. Truthfully, he wasn't ever going to know, because Ryleigh had no intentions on leaving. Sighing slightly, though not audibly, she glanced around the entire club, leaning against the side of the bar, waiting. Though, just as she was getting used to standing there, barely propped up, Nate was taking off. Finally.

She followed him through the crowd, making it easier for her, because she could just follow in the path he had cleared. If she had been sober, Ryleigh probably would have been questioning whether or not this really would have been a good idea. However, seeing as the last time Ryleigh had been considerably sober was a few hours ago, none of that came into play. She was drunk, and there was no denying that. But, that made everything so much easier. That way, if anything went terribly wrong, she could just blame it on the alcohol. "So, you've got me all to yourself. For now, at least. You gonna do anything?" Ryleigh teased, a devilish grin forming across her lips. There was no denying the tease that she was when she was drunk and it was going to shine through right now. "Or, am I going to have to make the first move? It's not exactly my style, but I suppose I could change my ways, if absolutely necessary." Truthfully, Ryleigh probably wasn't. She was just trying to edge him into doing something. At the moment, Ryleigh couldn't have cared less what it was. So long as he did something.

It was times like these that made Ryleigh entirely grateful that she wasn't a guy. See, with a girl, getting turned on actually took time. With a guy, it didn't take much. Or at least, not in her recent encounters of that sort, it hadn't. Though, she was hoping that that wouldn't come into play tonight. Because, that sort of situation tended to not end amazingly for Ryleigh. In fact, there had only been once that she could recall that it didn't end in something she regretted. Though, tonight. She wanted to have fun. And she was going to. "Well, what's your choice, hm?" Ryleigh smirked, knowing she was acting much younger than she was. But, hell. It was fun. And, that was all that mattered.

TAGGED. rachel/nate! (:
LYRICS. famous last words - my chemical romance
WORD COUNT. four seven five
NOTES. ewewewew. this is so shitty. and i'm so so so so so sorry i took forever.[/justify]

[justify]If there was one thing that Ryleigh would have loved to have denied, but couldn't, because she'd find herself acting like a stone cold liar, it would be that she wasn't having fun with this. But, she was. She loved acting like such a tease, and trying to get people to want her, rather than her having to do everything. She had a knack of getting people to come a bit out of their element, though, it usually helped that half the time, those people were wasted out of their minds. And, this time was hardly different. Well, in the wasted sense. In the sense as to how Ryleigh wanted this, it was entirely different. Usually, it was just for the hell of it and for the entertainment. But, no. With this, she actually wanted something to come from it. Though, trying to attempt that while drunk was probably not her brightest idea, seeing as Nate could have probably just thought it was the alcohol and vice versa. Except, Ryleigh knew for sure, from his side, it was just going to be the alcohol. He didn't like her, at least, not like that.

But, despite that, she was going to enjoy this alcohol induced night, anyway. The grin remained plastered along her lips, as she listened to his responses. Seven minutes? Nah. As long as you want sounds better, right? Let's go with that, then." It sounded pleasing to Ryleigh, and given the mutual drunken states, she was pretty sure that he would be in agreement. She couldn't deny that she was happy when he agreed to her teasing terms and she definitely liked what came after. It was an amazing thing that she was drunk, otherwise, she probably wouldn't have had the nerve to do half of this. Feeling the space between them diminish and his hands on her hips, Ryleigh smirked. "My turn? Alright." Giving her a chance wasn't probably the smartest idea, but, Ryleigh was most certainly going to take advantage of that. For one, Ryleigh was rather good at making no space into even less space. How exactly? Well, she had her ways.

Slowly, Ryleigh pulled herself closer to him than there was even space for. Did she care if she was any closer people probably would be starting to say something? No. She had a knack for making no space into space, which was obvious by the new found pressure. To make matters even worse, Ryleigh wasn't done there. Still slowly and still smirking, Ryleigh tugged his hands down about three inches lower, leaving them there, in a very...intriguing position to say the least. Not intriguing as in unusual. But, intriguing as in it was intriguing to her to see what he was going to do. The final touch was her swaying slightly to the music. Not enough to do anything, but was movement nonetheless. "Your turn, again. Unless you don't think you can top that." Ryleigh winked, saying what she had to say in a lighter, more whisper-y tone than she had the first time. She was enjoying this. She most definitely was.

TAGGED. rachel/nate! (:
LYRICS. famous last words - my chemical romance
WORD COUNT. five one seven.
NOTES. gah, this is fun. xD and, i tried to be cruel but nice. it didn't work. D:[/justify]

[justify]Sure, Ryleigh had partially known what she was getting herself into when she had started acting like such a tease, leading him on, trying to get him to come onto her, and just altogether acting rather whore-ish. Sure, she had known that he was going to do something way more intense than what she had done, as that was the only way someone could top what she did. But, never did Ryleigh think that he would have done what he did. Was she hoping he would've? Hell yes. But, she thought it was something too far fetched to even hope for. He didn't like her like that. Or did he? No. He was drunk. That was the only reason any of this happened. Yet, Ryleigh still liked it. Feeling his lips on hers and finally getting that kiss, yet, was it even going to be something Ryleigh remembered? She was hammered beyond legal limits and that wasn't a good sign. She rarely remembered the nights she had when hammered, and, as much as she didn't want to forget this, there was the sneaking feeling she would. But, for now, she was going to enjoy herself.

Admittedly, Ryleigh was disappointed when he pulled away, still leaving himself against her. Though, that disappoint faded slightly, as she found herself prevented with another challenge. She was supposed to top that? How in the hell was Ryleigh going to manage that? She stood in absolutely silence, barely even moving for what felt like an eternity, though, in reality, it was all but a few seconds. "I...You...Just..." Sighing lightly, Ryleigh shut up, trying to gather her thoughts and figure out a way to combine them with her speech. Usually an easy thing for Ryleigh, it was a difficult thing, this time around. "I don't know what to say..." Ryleigh trailed off again, still trying to manage to mix her thought with her speech into a way that it would actually make sense. She knew exactly what she wanted to say. She wanted to tell the truth that she was sick and tired of hiding. She wanted to explain how things really were. How she really felt and just everything. There was another small pause, as Ryleigh gathered her thoughts, finally.

This wasn't going to be easy. But, she had to say it. "My go? Well, I can't exactly top that, but, listen to me, there's something you need to know. I don't know why the hell I'm admitting this, because it's just going to make things fucking awkward and I'm going to sound like a twelve year old school girl. But, I like you, Nate. Okay? I really do. I thought that I was too old for shit like that and that I would never even think of anyone like that, but, I do. And, I get it, if you don't feel the same way, because, I doubt you do. You could do so much better, anyway. Who wants a fucking drug addicted, alcoholic trainwreck who can only play the keytar? But, now you know..." Ryleigh trailed off, one last time, biting her lip furiously, drawing blood almost instantaneously, but, she barely noticed and couldn't bring herself to care. Why the hell had she just done that? How stupid could she get? Fuck, this wasn't going to end well. And, Ryleigh knew that. Yet, somehow, she wouldn't have taken back doing it. She glanced up at Nate, hoping for some sort of reaction. Anything. She didn't care what he said, as long as he said something. That was all she wanted, right now.

TAGGED. rachel/nate! (:
LYRICS. famous last words - my chemical romance
WORD COUNT. five nine six.
NOTES. shit post. but, fun. xD dramallama. [/justify]