OZ SAXTON
Human 
punish district
owner of club ecstasy
character profile
dirt and glitter cover the floor, we're pretty and sick, we're young and we're bored
Posts: 13
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Post by OZ SAXTON on Feb 2, 2013 20:02:31 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 387px,bTable][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top]  | [atrb=valign,top] I LIKE THE WAY YOU WORK IT Of course Oz sort of already assumed little Cici didn’t drink, heh, didn’t really look the type at all. He wasn’t a bro drinking beer and playing pong, wasn’t man enough for hard liquor, and not sophisticated enough for wine. He was too serious, just generally too fucking sober for Osmond's liking. Oz was practically sober himself and it still annoyed him. No one should be that sober, it just wasn’t healthy in a place like this. Alcohol allowed places like this to transform from wretched to wonderful, and with the kick Oz planned to give his new friend’s drink it should make it even better.
He watched the boy eye the glass skeptically. Oz tried to act casual, but he had trouble holding back feelings, especially when he was pulling a shift like this. God damn, this would be some funny shit if it worked. And he wouldn’t mind getting a bit closer with that fine young body…but of course that was going to take some work.
As Cici took a small sip Osmond couldn’t hide the grin from creeping across his face. That’s it, kid, he thought gleefully, keep sipping at that, and you’ll feel as light as air. Oz sat down with a sigh of content-ness, stirring his drink with his pinky finger. “Don’t worry, Cici, my motherfucker, it gets better the more ya drink it. Here – I’ll even come up with something to help ya along.”
And that he did. When the other workers came back Oz announced they were going to play a little drinking game involving cards, their current drinks, and the occasional shot. It started out slow, as if everyone wasn’t completely comfortable with getting wasted off their ass in the middle of the day when they were supposed to be working. Soon the others lightened up though, the alcohol taking affect.
Oz of course was thoroughly enjoying himself. He was getting drunk, and even high when halfway through a game he sent one of the men to go get them some weed to smoke...well, he assumed it was mostly weed...he was pretty sure there was some other stuff laced in there too. He rolled one for Cici but wasn’t entirely conscious enough to know if the other took and smoked it or not. It wouldn’t matter if he did or not though, the smoke filled the little room fast enough to guarantee a secondhand high to all those in it. Oz was thoroughly gone at this point; having finished almost an entire bottle of Grey Goose and starting on a bottle of some mixture he wasn’t entirely confident was fit for consumption.
The others were all drunk as well, none of them daring to cheat at the drinking game out of fear of Oz. They became rowdy and loud, and Oz found he immensely enjoyed their company. In fact, in all of the hype he had almost forgotten about little Cici off on the couch. He glanced over and smiled slowly as he caught sight of the young worker again. “How ya feeling, my motherfucker?”
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Post by CICI CAMPBELL on Feb 2, 2013 20:28:03 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,bltable]✗ My motherfucker. My motherfucker. What the fuck was with this guy and cussing? Cici knew he was bad but never that bad. And he certainly didn’t call people “my motherfucker” almost like a term of endearment. As the other spoke he balanced the drink between his legs, pulling out the wrapper for his sucker and covering it for later. Any other person would probably just toss it away for a new one. But that was wasted money in Cici’s book. He already hated the fact he spent money on candy when he should be saving it, so he damn sure wasn’t going to let a single piece go to waste. He stuffed the sucker in a breast pocket, the top of it sticking out.
He didn’t reply, watching as all of the other men filed in. Inwardly he scowled. Oz better keep his promise to have their asses covered for not cleaning today. He really didn’t want to be fired or punched for not getting the club ready for tonight. As the card game started Cici, naturally, didn’t join in. He remained stationed right where he was on the couch, watching the group of four from afar. Having nothing better to do he sipped at his drink, the liquid disappearing bit by bit. When he was offered a joint he just set it aside and forgot about it. The secondhand smoke was bad enough as it was.
Slowly the teen found his body beginning to relax, his mind loosening up and his expression softening. He felt a little drowsy and was now hunkered down more on the couch, lying across it with his head against the armrest. The weed made the corners of his eyes start to turn a little red and his mouth was dry, causing him to more eagerly sip at the alcohol beverage. Pieces of candy were produced from his pockets when the munchies set in, wrappers now strung about him. God when was the last time he had ever felt this at ease? Never actually. It was such an elated feeling, not giving a single shit about anything right now. Fuck, he really liked it! The small voice that always hovered in the back of his head nagging at him was even silent currently. His mind was just… cloudy. And it was wonderful as could fucking be.
He had just downed the rest of his ‘tea’ when he noticed Oz’s eyes on him. He gave an uncharacteristically happy smile, the truth youthfulness of his face now seen. With a grunt he rolled onto his side, still laying along the couch. Empty wrappers fluttered to the floor as well as the unlit joint. He paid them no attention. I’m good man, he replied earnestly, a lightness to his voice that had never been there before. He felt really good right now, he couldn’t even lie about it. He couldn’t even try to act angry and bitter. Heh, right now even Oz didn’t seem so terrible to him. He seemed like a pretty chill guy.
He finally felt like a real teenager for once; carefree and grinning at the world like it didn’t even matter. Grinning at Oz like he didn’t even loath the man. | [atrb=valign,bottom] |
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OZ SAXTON
Human
punish district
owner of club ecstasy
character profile
dirt and glitter cover the floor, we're pretty and sick, we're young and we're bored
Posts: 13
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Post by OZ SAXTON on Mar 7, 2013 21:58:55 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 387px,bTable][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=valign,top] | [atrb=valign,top] I LIKE THE WAY YOU WORK IT Yep, this was some good shit. Usually he hung with the usual assholes, ya know, the other gangsters who were at his level. People were constantly dying, so there was always a steady stream of new people, but even so he always found himself with the same crew. It got old; real old. At first it was all good, the guys were chill and they got tight, and don’t get Ozzie wrong, he still loved his motherfuckers. But lately it had been all business and even some drama, like fucking high school. Some bro’s bitch slept with another dude, and now everyone was freaking the fuck out. Not Oz, he could spare a single shit to give over garbage like that.
So hanging with these worker guys was almost like a mini vacation; just him, some dudes, drinks and some good weed. Yeah, this was the life. When Cici answered him he glanced over and grinned back at the kid, glad to see he was finally chillin out. With the smoke and Oz’s current level of intoxication it took him a moment to focus on the other guy, and by the time he did he was doing a double take.
“Cici, my man, that smile looks fucking good on ya! Come on over here and get in on a game, ya like poker? All losers drink, how does that sound, my motherfuckers?” He turned back to the group and they all cheered, another walking in at that moment with several more bottles of gin, vodka, and whiskey.
“Come on man, sit down next to Ozzie, ya gatta loosen up, ya know what I’m saying?” Oz was grinning and patting the couch next to him for Cici. Another worker was dealing out five cards to each person, but from the look of everyone’s current lack of sobriety it was clear that they wouldn’t make it more than a few games before people started blacking out.
Halfway through the first game one guy passed out face first into the pile of weed on the table. There was a collective groan and someone dragged him over to a couch, someone else picking up the weed. Oz just laughed and continued drinking, at some point he wrapped an arm around Cici’s shoulders, honestly he couldn’t remember doing it but when he realized his arm was there he was pleased. He glanced down at the little motherfucker, wondering how he was doing but unable to remember why it mattered. Fuck, Oz was drunk. Who were these guys again?
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