a mess you could sell ,

[TRACE MATTHEW REED]

ANOTHER PARTY WITH THE SAME KIDS ,
Another night with the same drinks.

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Trace couldn't help but laugh as he signed off the instant messenger service he used on a daily basis and closed his laptop. damn mackenzie, calling him a girl and saying justin beiber was cool. ew, that kid really bugged the crap out of him but that was a rant for another time. pushing his laptop forward on the table trace looked down at his clothes. yeah, tank top and basketball shorts probably wouldn't cut it. standing up he moved into the bathroom and showered quickly. about ten minutes later he emerged from the bathroom, hair dried and pushe back from his face he began going through his clothes, trying to find something decent to wear that didn't smell like it'd been worn the day before on stage. deciding on a pair of dark blue jeans that, like normal, he sagged a bit, a pair of his favorite black vans that he semed to mess up as soon as he bought them and a black vneck. he dismissed the idea of a jacket because it was hot enough outside and he highly doubted he would need a jacket inside the club because everyone knew as soon as you got into the club, you would start drinking and as soon as you start drinking you get warm. mhmm, alcohol and its many wonders. sending a quick text to mackenzie saying that he was leaving for the club he scribbled down a note and left it on the table. he knew that he didn't have to leave his wearabouts everytime he left the bus, but he did whenever he knew he was going to be drinking, because that way if he wasn't back by four in the morning and hadn't texted someone to let them know he wasn't coming back, they could usually find him at the bar. it was a good thing they had going.

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[/size]eaving the tour bus trace hailed a cab, but not before patting down his pockets. cell phone, cigarettes and wallet. alright, he was good to go. getting in the cab he directed the guy to the night club of his choosing and hopped out. one of the perks on being on tour was that when they had a long enough stay in one city, you were more then likely able to get on whatever guest list you wanted at whatever club you wanted. glancing at the long line to go inside, he sauntered up to the front, flashed his laminent for the tour and after the bounce checked his name on the list they did one of those quick bro hugs and trace walked inside. being in clubs always excited him. they familar smell, sights, sounds, it was like being home to him. grinning at a couple of girls as he made his way to the bar he did the typical 'whats up' head nod that was pretty much universal. getting to the bar he pulled his phone out of his pocket, checking it to see if mackenzie had texted him back yet before elbowing his way in near the middle of the bar. hopefully she would be able to find him, actually, he knew she would be able to find him. she had a freaky sixth sense where she could always find him. came in handy though when he was having drum pedal issues. getting the bartends attention trace ordered a beer, holding off on shots and all that fun stuff for when his friend got there. everyone knew it was no fun to do shots alone. handing over some bills he grabbed the beer and leaned back against the bar, taking a long drink he glanced over at his side, eyeing a pretty brunette who was smiling at him. turning, he struck up a conversation with her. hey, he had to pass the time somehow.

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tags ! macking mack.
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notes ! ohh, they are gonna get shitttaayy. oh and sorry it took so long lol i couldn't find any graphics i wanted to use.
credits ! the mouse & the model @ caution 2.0 for the template
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[MACKENZIE NOEL DEER]

JUST TRYING TO FIND SOME
COLOR IN THIS BLACK AND WHITE WORLD.

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mackenzie had something along the lines of a smug little grin on her lips as she turned off her laptop to get ready for the night. going clubbing was a personal favorite hobby of hers, especially when it includding getting completely trashed and not even remembering the night the next morning. yeah, she had bad habits, but she didn't have a problem with them, and neither did trace. they shared their bad habits, which was what made them really good friends. she showered earlier that day, so now it was just a matter of making herself presentable. after straightening her hair and applying her makeup, she dug through her clothes in order to find the best outfit for the night. in the end, she found herself in a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, and a loose white tank top that exposed parts of her black bra. it might have been a little trashy, but mack had never been the girl who cared about what other people thought. eventually, she found one black pump under her sheets in her bunk and the other underneath the couch in the front of the bus. she was a mess, but she didn't mind, and neither did the people she bunked with. she replied to trace's text, telling him she was on her way and would be there in a matter of minutes. she tossed her cell phone, tour id, pack of cigarettes, and wallet into her purse before leaving the bus to hail a taxi. no one would go looking for her if she didn't return in the middle of the night; everyone knew she'd either be in some guy's bed, or stumbling down the street, looking for another bar. she could handle herself. in the taxi, she directed the driver towards the club trace told her to meet him at, and then waited patiently in the backseat; fiddling through her phone just to let her fingers do something. upon arrival, she handed the taxi driver the fare and a decently generous tip before strutting towards the entrance of the club.

the club was one of her favorite places, as sad as that may seem for a twenty year old girl. first, she had a thing for music, especially loud beats that could mess up your ears for life. but hey, she worked with drums and had a thing for drummers, so it was only fitting that she enjoyed the loud music of the club. second, she loved alcohol, and clubs supplied alcohol, so that was fitting. she probably didn't have to worry about a fake id tonight, but she had one in her wallet just in case. usually her tour pass got her out of having to show an id. it also allowed her to cut the entire line and walk right into any club she wanted without waiting. which was nice. once she was in, it didn't take her long to find trace. it never did. she couldn't miss his tall, skinny body anywhere. from afar, she could see he was flirting with some brunette and taking back a beer. good, he waited for her for the heavier stuff. she smiled to herself before walking over to where he sat at the bar and taking the seat on the other side of him. before even looking at him, she ordered a round of shots for them to share. "you don't waste any time, do you?

[/color] she grinned, indicating towards the girl beside him. the best part about trace, was that he was equally as much a wing man as he was a hookup, and she was vice versa for him. with a mischevious sparkle in her eyes, she took her first shot before letting the bartender refill her little glass with tequila.

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[TRACE MATTHEW REED]

ANOTHER PARTY WITH THE SAME KIDS ,
Another night with the same drinks.

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Trace continued to talk to the brunette as he waited for mackenzie to show up, and so far he was doing good. that was, until his friend showed up and made a joke about how he wasn't wasting time, earning a glare from the girl as she walked away. aweee, strike one for me.he murmured, shaking his head as he grabbed one of the shots and tossed it down his throat before wrapping an arm around mackenzie and pulling her in for a hug in greeting before releasing her. Trace was still nursing a broken ego for the fact that he had failed at his first attempt to get a girl back to the bus, but it wasn't going to be the last. trace wasn't exactly on a mission for any type of girl tonight, he usually knew when he wanted to charm a girl into the bus. He couldn't say he didn't have a type, because he did. he perfered girls that were atleast tall enough so he didn't have to bend over backwards, what with his six foot one frame. really, that was it. he perfered a voice that didn't make his ears want to bleed too though, because its not worth wooing the most beautiful girl in the world if everytime she talks or laughs, you wanted to stab yourself in the eye with a dull pencil. and she had to have nice teeth and a pretty smile. tattoos were always a plus and a stubborn girl was even better. okay so maybe he did have a type, avergae height girl, stubborn, pretty voice, nice teeth and tattoos. and his friends wondered why he was almost always drooling over some of the other girls on tour, well, the ones without boyfriends that was. however, things always got complicate because he would become friends with the girls on tour who had significant others, and would flirt without really thinking about it, because that was just his personality, and then the boyfriends would hear about it and trace would be in deep doo doo, having to talk his way out of the other boy threatening to kick his ass if he didn't stop talking to the girl. ugh, the boy felt like he needed someone to follow him around at all times and smack him and tell him no everytime he started to flirt with a girl that would get him into trouble. basically, he needed a handler, which he knew if he brought up to their manager, whom would love the idea, he would get one. but he never would, because he personally actually loves being so dysfunctional on tour. besides, isnt that the point of touring?

Atleast he knew that with mackenzie by his side he wouldn't have a problem with trying to find a wingwoman. actually, he may not have a problem trying to find a girl at all because while mackenzie would help trace find a girl, sometimes she wouldn't mind being the girl trace found, which didn't bother trace in the least. mackenzie was good looking, there was no denying that, and she had a sense of humor and found trace atleast a little amusing, and plus, she was his drum tech. he had to adore her. tequila huh? i guess you don't want me to remember the night he teased, taking a long drink of his beer to get the tequila taste out of his mouth. watching as the bartender refilled their shots trace grabbed the little glass and clinked it against mackenzies before she grabbed it and, like before, tossed it back quickly, his eyes shutting for a brief moment as he appreciated the brief sting before putting the glass back down. what, no salt or limes? your trying to kill me. he said, shooting his friend a look before grinning widely. looking up at the bartender he made a motion for him to refill. just keep em coming, and put our drinks on the tours tab please. he said, flashing a sideways grin at mackenzie, knowing that she would appreciate the tour picking up the tab as much as he did.

status ! doneee!
word count ! 690
tags ! macking mack.
outfit ! described in post
notes ! ohh, they are gonna get shitttaayy. oh and sorry it took so long lol i couldn't find any graphics i wanted to use.
credits ! the mouse & the model @ caution 2.0 for the template

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[MACKENZIE NOEL DEER]

JUST TRYING TO FIND SOME
COLOR IN THIS BLACK AND WHITE WORLD.

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watching and causing trace's strikeout was extremely entertaining to the blonde, but it was alright because she knew he'd eventually make it home with someone, even if it was her. that made her feel less guilty about it. she returned the hug into her friend with a smile on her face and warm greeting. mackenzie glanced back over her shoulder to get a quick glance at some of the guys in the club that night. most of them were hanging over some of the more attractive girls wandering around, but that was never a problem. if you said the right thing and made the right moves, you could have any guy's attention. they were all like that, it was so amusing. she made mental notes over who she would go find later, possibly. who she would go dance with or drink with. she knew that eventually trace would go off to try and find a girl to bring home, so she knew she had to be ready to do the same. except with a guy. hopefully, trace wouldn't need her to do any fixing of his drums in the morning. chances were, she wouldn't be conscious until at least noon time tomorrow. maybe later. "the night is young, tracey,"

[/color] she laughed, "there's still so much trouble to cause."[/color] she swallowed another shot, just how she liked it. no salt, no lime, no chaser. the burn in her throat was exhilirating and awakened all of her senses. it only took a few shots before her throat numbed up anyway, and that was when the real fun began. she could drink herself into a blackout and be totally okay with that. it wasn't like she hadn't been there before. in fact, she trusted trace enough to not freak out if she woke up in bed with him. she'd been there, too.

mack chuckled softly, "what? it looks like someonee can't handle their alcohol. and here i thought you weren't a lightweight...[/color]" he knew she was teasing, because that's what they did; innocently making fun of each other like best friends do. plus, the smile on her face helped. they both knew that he probably held alcohol way better than she did, and she was just a big-talker. the pair drank and flirted innocently for a little while longer, while mack allowed the alcohol to work its way through her system and begin to put her on a buzz. as little as she was, she had built up a decent alcohol tolerance over her years of intoxication that would keep her aware of what she was doing for at least an hour or two. countless shots later, most girls would be regretting the amount going into their bodies. not mack, she could careless. and she was going to keep it coming. "alright, tracey, let's go danceee."[/color] the lights seemed brigher and the music seemed louder, and it was only urging her more and more to go dance like she wanted to. her smile was innocent, but her eyes had other intentions for the night. letting once more shot slide down her throat, she took trace's hand without a word or a protest and led him towards the dancefloor, where dozens of other people were already located. without saying anything, she started moving her body rhythmically alongside trace, grinding close to him and varying her actions every so often. she kept her body close though, because that's what alcohol did to her. it made her want to be close, especially to boys. rhythm came naturally to her, which helped her as a drum technician and as a drummer herself. there was rhythm in her hands as well as the rest of her body. however, the rhythm in her body was suggestive and dirty, the beat in her hands with her drums was nothing like that. as they danced, she let her hands linger in places, her body take more risks, and her mind wander.

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template ,[/color] by lex.
notes ,[/color] it'll be soo entertaining xD[/font][/size]
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[TRACE MATTHEW REED]

ANOTHER PARTY WITH THE SAME KIDS ,
Another night with the same drinks.

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Trace enjoyed alcohol. actually no he loved alcohol. if it weren't for the fact that he was on tour right now and had shit to do every other day, he would be drunk every single day. seriously. some people thought he had a problem but he refused to accept any little bit of an idea that said he had an alcohol problem. he could stop any time he wanted to, the thing was he just didn't want to stop. he liked being drunk and he liked the burn of alcohol in his throat. the burn made him feel alive, which was good. after the breakup and shit he went through, he had felt numb for awhile. the burn of alcohol reminded him that he was alive and that made him feel good. watching mackenzie survey the scene, well, more like the guys made trace laugh. woah there, don't think about leaving me just yet. he teased, bumping his hips against hers as he poured drink after drink down his throat, keeping up with her. he loved how after so many shots, your throat eventually went numb and it was like drinking water, which was also kind of dangerous. trace had blacked out many a times, sometimes ending up at home, sometimes in a girls bed or sometimes in mackenzies bed, which made for great joes the rest of the day everytime he saw some of the crew members or any of the band members. or actually anyone really, since any hook up on the tour was known about within a few hours. god, everyone enjoyed there gossip on the tour, which was only fair because shit, what else was there to do? play music? pfftttt. mhmm good. im in a trouble causing kind of mood. he replied with a laugh as he took a swig of his beer once more, almost forgetting he had it.

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[/size]nother thing he enjoyed about hanging out with mackenzie was she didn't care if they ended up hooking at the end of the night and it wasn't awkward between them the next day, which was good because there was probably nothing worse then having to go get your drum tech to help you set up or fix a problem and having the awkward conversation about what went down last night. nope, with them it was just like any other day. pffttt, mack, you know i can out drink you any day. im surprised you can hold how much alcohol you can since your like the size of my leg he teased, smirking. continuing to take shot after shot to keep up with the girl, all while sipping at his beer the entire time he managed to work up a pretty good buzz. hell, four more shots and he'd probably be sufficently drunk. dance, whaaa? before he could put up a fight though he was being dragged onto the dance flood, leaving the alcohol at the bar. one of the good things about being a drummer was you had a natural beat at all times. it was hard not to make beats out of everything you did, or to not follow a beat to a song when you heard it. body was swaying along with the beat as he danced alongside mackenzie, pulling he close sometimes so their bodies were always touching, his hand lingering on her lower back at times before moving onto different areas of her body like her hips or legs, testing his limits to see how far he'd let her go. that was one thing about drunk trace, he would push his limits more so then he usually would, which was fine most of the time, as long as thegirl he was pushing the limits with didn't have a large mean boyfriend wanting to kill trace.

status ! doneee!
word count ! 634
tags ! macking mack.
outfit ! described in post
notes ! ohh, they are gonna get shitttaayy. oh and sorry it took so long lol i couldn't find any graphics i wanted to use.
credits ! the mouse & the model @ caution 2.0 for the template
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[MACKENZIE NOEL DEER]

JUST TRYING TO FIND SOME
COLOR IN THIS BLACK AND WHITE WORLD.

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mackenzie got rid of her good-girl phase the same age she figured out boys didn't have cooties anymore, so you could say she wasn't exactly a saint. what was worse, was that she had a very small conscious when it came to her bad decisions. and she never had any regrets when she woke up in the morning; hungover, with very little memory of what she did the night before. in fact, those were her favorite days. her thoughts hardly ever wandered too far away from boys, booze or sex, but that was typical of most girls her age. kind of. sometimes she brought things further than she needed to, but that was okay right now, because she assumed that trace would go for anything tonight. when mackenzie was sober, she already had enough trouble controlling herself when it came to boys, and sex, and hormones. however, when she started drinking, things could spiral out of control very, very quickly. the little control she did have, washed right out the window and all of a sudden, the boundaries of herself and those around her didn't matter at all. after all, isn't judgement the first thing to go when a girl starts drinking? not to mention, she was little and it never took much to get her tipsy, but she drank more anyway. so as she danced, the alcohol wasted no time in spreading through her bloodstream and finding ways to her brain. she could feel it, especially when the music seemed to suffocate her, the lights seemed more intense, and her body seemed more sensitive to trace's wandering hands. she didn't mind, not at all. this was her favorite part of drinking, the original buzz. she would sweat some of it off, so after a second round of drinking later in the night, she would be so gone.

her body moved in sync with trace's, as it should; like a drum tech and her drummer should. it was only fitting. turning to face him, she let her body stay dangeroulsy close to his as her arms draped over his shoulders. she didn't know how much time was passing because it seemed like each song blended into the next, making a perfect soundtrack to the night. "i always forget how good you are at this,"

[/color] she smirked, speaking with her lips next to his ear so he could hear her over the music. she really did think he was good; at everything. drumming, dancing, drinking, and everything else that fell into that category. she danced with different boys all the time, every time she went out to a club. she made out with different boys on a regular basis. she drank with different people all the time. but trace was always one of her favorites, probably because they were so much a like. she kind of just knew him. that's how it was and that's why their friendship worked so well. there was no judgement, just fun. she let her eyes wander over him quickly before putting her focus back on the dancing. she let her hands travel down over his chest and stomach before turning so her back was against his front. mack didn't mind his exploring hands, she actually liked it. a lot. but that was just her. she liked being touched, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with that. to her, at least. she really was a bit of a slut, but she knew that and she was okay with that. trace knew it too, but he wasn't that innocent either, so it was okay. some people hated her careless habits, but she couldn't careless what others said; she justified her habits by claiming she would only live once and wanted to have as much fun as possible. cliche, but it was always more of an excuse than a justification.

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notes ,[/color] sorry this took so longg c:[/font][/size]
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