you're hiding all the right things , *

[mckinlay niklas pascoe]

HE was in his car on the way to the ivar hollywood. it was the go to spot for a lot of celebrities around here and the regulars never bothered anyone. it was where black sunshine syndicate and glimmering decline met up a lot and had drinks. but tonight, it was just going to be two of them. mack didn't find it awkward. he and berk were close after all, it was just that mack couldn't understand berk.

MACK had that problem a lot. he could never comprehend the way people thought. it made no sense to him that other people thought in a different way than he did. how did that help anyone? it was just so.. confusing. he hated it. he never tried to understand other people. he just mostly put up with it. being friends with berk had taught him how to put up with it a lot. berk was the complete opposite of him. berk was personal and he kept things to himself and away from the public. mack didn't see what good that did anyone. of course, he didn't go shouting things from the mountain tops, but if someone asked, he's answer their questions. he refused to be untrue to himself and he had no idea how anyone could do that to themselves. it was unnatural.

HE pulled his '67 shelby gt into the back parking lot and made his way into the club, taking at seat at their usual table. he had made it here before berk for once. that was unusual. mack had no sense of time. he hated it. he was always late to thing and forgetting dates. but that's just who he was and like his philosophy was, he wasn't going to change it. so people would have to get used to him, there was none of this him getting used to other people nonsense.

HE flagged down a waiter and ordered two drinks. scotch on the rocks for himself and an adios motherfucker for berk. the goal was to get drunk tonight. he'd had a rough day and he was going to smooth out his night with some alcohol and a nice chat with berk. well, that was, if he wasn't going be all closed off again. mack hated that. he didn't see the point of it. how was anyone supposed to get to know you if you just didn't let them?

SIGHING, mack people watched and waited for berk. this was really unusual. oh well. maybe mack had done something right for once. or maybe, berk had done something wrong for once. maybe be broke his perfect mold. yeah.. maybe.

TAG : berkley white
LYRICS : you're hiding all the right things - breathe electric
NOTES : i luff them

[berkeley clark white]

slamming the lid to his laptop closed, probably harder than necessary, he shoved it away from him on his bed and slid off the covers. stretching for a long moment, he shoved his hands above his head and sighed when he finally relaxed. pulling off his sleep pants, he pulled on his discarded jeans that laid on the floor by his nightstand, as well as whatever shirt he pulled out of his dresser and a clean pair of socks. sliding on h is shoes and grabbing his hoodie, he pulled it on as he exited the room. grabbing everything from his keys to his cell phone, he shoved them randomly in his pockets before finally exiting his house. he wasn’t even slightly grossed out that he hadn’t showered yet today.

starting up his car, he leaned back in the drivers seat and stared out the front window, taking a moment to let the car warm up before revving it a couple times, shuddering at the harsh sound it made in protest. it, obviously was not warmed up yet. taking a deep breath to calm his already raging nerves, he flipped through his ipod that sat on the center console, attached to the stereo. finally deciding on some disturbed, he revved the engine again and smiled at the soft purr he received.

finally pulling out of his parking lot, he held his steering wheel in a death grip, eyes trained on the dark road in front of him. there was nothing of interest except for the frequent stop and go before he finally hit ivar hollywood. after a few minutes of aggressive driving, he managed to find himself a parking spot near the front, but not before receiving a few angry honks and several fingers.

nodding curtly at the bouncer, he entered the club, easily making his way to their usual table and barely containing the small smirk he had when he saw mack already sitting in his usual seat. manuvering as easily as someone of his size could, he finally reached the table, sitting in the chair closest to mack and grinning at the familiar drink sitting on the table. picking it up and taking a gulp from the glass, he set it down with a satisfied smile and glanced over at his companion.

“sorry,” he said lamely, a shrug rolling off his shoulders as he laid one arm on the table in front of him, horizontal with the edge of the table, and leaned closer to mack. “really.” he finished before leaning back and taking another sip of his drink.

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[mckinlay niklas pascoe]

TODAY had been too weird. seriously. first, his mother had called him. you know, the woman that didn't give two shits about him at all. after her husband had left them she had become a shell. it was the only reason that mack was the way he was. she actually called to ask him to come home for a nice family dinner. they hadn't all talked in so long. he laughed at her and hung up. after that, the studio called. they wanted him to come in and start recording. stat. now, mack had a routine. glimmering decline didn't record until the entire album was done. he was a perfectionist like that and things were always done his way. but if that's what the studio wanted, well, mack didn't have the power to deny them. and now, berk was appologising. and he meant it. berk wasn't the appologising type. he hated when people appologised to him and he just didn't do it. and now he was? what was this? mack sighed. he really wasn't in the mood to figure it out.

HE sat back in his seat and ran his index finger around the rim of his glass of scotch. scotch was calming. it was nothing he could get drunk off of and he would progress to black russians later in the night. he was planning to get drunk. that had been the goal. but, maybe getting drunk with berk wasn't a good idea. mack wasn't the smartest drunk. he was honest. you know, he was one of those people who told the phrase, " when you're drunk, you're the most honest." literally. mack had no filter when it came to drinking. he just talked and talked and talked and sometimes he regretted it in the morning. other times, it actually did him some good. but taking in account what kind of person berk was, no, nothing good would probably come good of this.

SHRUGGING, he watched berk gulp down his drink. "no problem," he said. "really." he picked up his scotch and downed it in one go, thankful for the burning sensation. it was distracting, helpful. it made him tear his eyes away from berk and look around for the waiter, realising he needed another drink now. good, he didn't need to be staring at berk anyway. every time he let his eyes linger too long was useless to him. he could stare at berk all day and the other man wouldn't notice or comment on it. it had to make him uncomfortable, at least. and again, it was useless. berk had never stated his interest, never wanted to talk about it.. mack could be staring at a completely straight berk for all he knew. yeah, and he'd never know, because berk would never tell him.

SHRUGGING again, he looked back towards berk. "how the hell am i here before you?" he asked, laughing and he flagged down the waiter, ordering another scotch and a black russian. yeah, he was going to need something stronger to get though the night. definitely.

TAG : berkley white
LYRICS : you're hiding all the right things - breathe electric
NOTES : i luff them

[berkeley clark white]

staring into his glass, he took a deep breath before downing the rest of it, trying to contain himself just enough to keep from throwing it back onto the table. for some reason, he was far more angry than usual this evening and it was only pissing him off even more. his day had been nothing more than him sleeping off his hangover from the night before. whenever black sunshine syndicate got together berk always ended up completely smashed; there was no stopping that. a hangover tends to put him in an even worse mood than usual as well, and generally, everything that's been happening lately is not a good combination. especially not right now, when he was sitting in the middle of a night club with one of the hottest guys he's ever laid eyes on.

ordering himself another adios mother fucker when the waiter came around, he stole a glance at mack before leaning backward in his chair and stretching out his legs. staring at a few people near the bar, he gave a fake smile the bartender when they locked eyes, instantly inwardly cringing when she tried to flirt with him with her eyes. giving her another forced smile, he crossed his arms across his chest and stared down at his table. "thanks," he said, looking up as the waiter returned and took his drink from him before he could set it on the table. taking a sip from it, he sighed, already feeling the effects of the first one reaching his system and forcing him to become slightly shaky in his movements.

chuckling lightly, he gave a short shrug and took another sip of his drink. "i have no idea." taking a deep breath, he brought one hand to his face and rubbed vigorously for a long moment before finally dropping his hand back to the table. "it's just been a long day, ya know? long few days, i guess." sighing heavily, he took another long sip of his drink and began to drum his fingers on the table in a random beat. "it's been taking it's toll... i don't know."

shrugs again and polishes off his second drink, instantly regretting it when his stomach turned. "i know better than to drink these too fast,"[/color] he said, dropping his head onto the table.

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