I love my life.

2007-03-23T21:00:48Z

So, Bastard's is getting ready for Viva Las Vegas in a few weeks, and me and Rabbitface have been getting our customs ready for the show. Matt and I have the car, and the bike is his own little project. I guess to prove he's got a big dick or something.

AND GUESS WHO'S DOING THE PROMOS FOR IT.

I know you're jealous. I'm totally tappin' dat when she gets home. If she's not too tired.

Vignette: Sometime, anytime.

2006-11-24T19:58:31Z

Vegas had a glow about it, constantly. It was alive with people, humming with gas-bright neon signs and the sound of Lady Luck fucking a few people over. Or helping to turn their life around. Johnny would never tire of this place. They've made a life here together and this is where he hoped they could spend all eternity.

Walking down the famous Las Vegas strip, Johnny headed home. Their place wasn't much but with Jude there he knew he could make it work. It didn't take long to walk home from where his band regularly played but he had to pause, stopping off at a small corner grocery store he paid for a single white rose and a small black marker.

Leaving the shop he hunkered down in the dank but quiet alleyway next to the store. Reaching up he loosens the thick black tie around his throat.

Unbuttoning the first few buttons. Johnny takes his time, rolling up both sleeves up to the crook of his arm. Wearing a sharp pair of brown slacks, almost 1940s Vegas Gangster style they're cuffed at the bottom. The only real glaring difference is his brown Doc Martens on his feet. Fingers play around his crisp white linen shirt, untucking it and he straightens his vest, which is a tad small for him but it looks fucking good that way. The vest matches the brown of his slacks but it's also got a darker brown plaid pattern along it.

Almost as an afterthought his fingers slide through his hair, which he loves to death. Short on the sides it's thick and inky black and along the top of his head it's long and shaped into a wilting mohawk.

He flicks on his lighter, taking a long drag of his cig before placing it right on his thin lips, he can feel it just barely hanging on as he goes to work on the flower. Sitting down on a crate he carefully begins to color in every other petal on the delicate flower until they're a nice coal black hue.

After finishing with that he makes his way back home. It's late and Johnny desperately needs a shower. He reeks of smoke, beer and just random barlife but that will wait for another few moments. He wanders inside, locking up behind him and he flicks on a light. Just allowing enough of it so he can find his way into the bedroom.

Peeking through a crack in the door he notices the very small Jude shaped lump in bed. He figured she had to work tomorrow. Stepping into the room he toes off each shoe and pads his way silently over to her side. Leaning over he brushes away a few strands of hair and smiles. Kissing her cheek he settles the rose on her nightstand and finds his way back out.

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I love my life.

Vignette: Sometime, anytime.