.:[AxesInTheAttic]:. brodee</3

[ROXANNA SKYLER MOXIE,]

MONSTER-- how should i feel?
CREATURES LIE HERE

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She had rented the penthouse apartment of the flashy Philadelphia Hilton for the original purpose of staying under the radar and not having to share the hallway with someone who might recognize her. Barbir the Dyke had harly been holding together even before she left for rehab, but apparently it had diminished even more upon her leave.
Yet thankfully it was a little shy of midnight and the penthouse was packed with people under all sorts of influences. In a way Roxie felt like she was tempting herself, even though she was behaving and merely sauntering around with a glass of champagne. At the start of the shindig there were many shallow "It's great to see you"s and "Welcome back"s but soon thereafter it was all about sleaze. Roxie simply greeted each guest with a smirk and a "have a nice time" before turning them loose in the lavish apartment. Glittering bottles of booze lined the shelves of the living room and the guests were free to help themselves. But only one potential guest in particular had Roxie's eyes glued to the door; which was exactly why she was strategically placed in an armchair at the forefront of the room, legs folded with class as the attendees of her party became increasingly more intoxicated.
Roxie had learned a lot in rehab, unlike so many other member of the tour who had taken it to be some sort of mini vacation. She had missed brodee terribly through the spasms of pain from her withdrawal, but she had made no attempt to contact him during her stay. She knew full well that it would take more than a wink and an apology to win him over once again. Thankfully Brodee's hot temper and allowance for a blow job from Lucky had doused the flame a bit, but this would still be no easy task.
As for her relationship with ecstasy, they were also "taking a break." Roxie was off it for now, but she loved the drug far too much to go the rest of her days with out that all consuming pleasure that had shaped her into who she was now. Roxie could have easily summoned the flighty Octane to her side to present her with all kinds of candy, but for now she would lay low.

530 WORDS BRODEE TAGGED
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RAWRR! ABOUT TIME.

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[BRODEE PRESTON MICHAELS,]

i'm so far gone now

i've been running on empty

Brodee looked in the mirror straightening his tie. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Brodee had done a couple of things in the past month he couldn’t believe. For one, he had kinda sort of broken up with Roxie. It was just before she left for rehab when he found out she had cheated, which left pretty much no time for discussion. But really, no one had any clue what they were doing, especially not them. Second, and probably the most shocking of all, he had let Lucky blow him. Brodee was probably one of the straightest men you would ever meet, but that night he was drunk, angry, and seeking revenge. And last of all...he was actually going to this thing.

But Brodee did have to hand it to himself. In a white button down, black tie, black slacks, all black vans, and suspenders hanging at his sides he had never looked better. But then again he always looked good. But Brodee was preparing for the worst. He and Roxie had hardly spoken since she got back, and the two of them in the same area was always unpredictable. Tonight, Roxie was having a party, a homecoming of sorts, in the very hotel Brodee was staying in. Roxie, luxurious as always, rented the penthouse suite.

Brodee gathered himself, nerves and all. Hopefully Venom, or even Lucky, or Carver would be there; anyone to potentially save him from what could be an awkward evening. He ventured down the hall to the elevator hitting the button that would take him up to the penthouse. Already hearing some of the own tour’s bands’ music from behind the front door, he gathered his nerves, took a deep breath, and not knowing what to expect, he knocked.

Notes:
Tags: Roxie!;
Word Count: 300
Outfit: click!
Lyrics: The Used; Lunacy Fringe
Muse:

[ROXANNA SKYLER MOXIE,]

MONSTER-- how should i feel?
CREATURES LIE HERE

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Post coming sooooon once i find it. :]

530 WORDS BRODEE TAGGED
OUTFIT
template by LISA@GBBS, lyrics by immortal techniqueCREDIT
RAWRR! ABOUT TIME.

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