Things Can Only Get Better; [BLYTHE]

[JUSTIN ALEXANDER FLYTE]

Justin Flyte


Hasn’t anybody told you to sit back and breathe?
You can’t be living life like a loaded gun,
Sing out, sing out,
Things can only get better!

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.xXx. [/color] Light, blue eyes flickered towards Justin’s phone screen, his lips tugging into a small, amused little smirk as he read the newly received massage from his friend. It’d been quite a while since he’d seen her, or at least it felt like it, so it was only natural for the man to be rather excited to see her. He replied quickly, tossing the phone onto his bed and tugging his shirt off over his shoulders, before dropping it onto the floor without a second thought. As Justin pulled open one of his drawers, his eyes flitted from shirt to shirt, before he grasped onto a random, black, long-sleeved sweater-type-garment that was casual, and comfortable. The man rolled up the sleeves as soon as the shirt was on, a practically unbreakable habit of his, before changing into a pair of darker jeans, grabbing his keys and his phone, before slipping out the door. He’d just come back from a long night bartending at Lumino, and despite it being god only knows how late, Justin wasn’t tried in the least.

To put it simply, his sleeping pattern was pretty fucked.

The Angelli pushed the door open to the stairs, before pausing to look behind him briefly, as well as take a wary glance down the stairwell. Ah, hell, no one would be up at this time anyways, would they? Justin couldn’t help the glint of amusement and mischief that entered his eyes as he nodded to himself, before hopping onto the stair-railing, and sliding down the first flight. He could be immature, but at least he was having fun, right? That was all that mattered to the Angelli, to be entirely truthful. A small, breathless chuckle slipped through his parted lips as Justin hopped off the end of the railing for the first flight, before sitting down on the railing once again, and sliding down the length of the second flight. His balance was questionable, but Justin had practice with sliding down these particular stair-rails, so he was confident with his skill. The man slid off of the rail at the end and landed on his feet gingerly, before entering the lobby with a smile, and waving towards the two receptionists as he passed through the room. It was something he did every time he entered or left the building, and he could only hope that the somewhat dead, tired-looking souls felt a little warmed by his greeting.


Justin jogged out of the building towards his car, sighing as the cool, night air brushed against his skin. He reached his vehicle and slipped his hand into his pocket to dig around for his keys, before unlocking the vehicle, and slipping easily inside. He pulled the door shut behind him and leaned back into his seat, before pushing the keys into the ignition and turning them, secretly adoring the sound of his vehicle coming to life beneath him. He turned on the radio and cranked it, completely unaware of the complaints the place may get from grumpy, old, sleeping people, before pulling the car out of its parking spot, and onto the highway. It was a quick drive, and as long as Justin didn’t get lost, run into something, or spontaneously combust, he should get there all in one piece. The man smirked a little, mostly at his own idiocy, before pressing his foot down against the pedal, his smirk growing into a grin as it accelerated without complain, sending him towards Nox without delay.


It wasn’t long before Justin slowed the vehicle down and, because of directions Google Maps gave him, turned down the correct road to find Luxuria. His eyes ran over the place, somewhat critically, for a moment, before the man pulled the car up near the front, and cut the engine. He pulled his keys out of the ignition, tucked them into his pocket, slipped out of the vehicle, before slamming the door shut and tucking his hands into the folds of his pockets. He wasn’t sure whether or not to meet the woman inside or outside, so he supposed he’d just chill out by the entrance, and as the security guy working out front if she was ready. Was the place even open still? Justin wasn’t sure if he wanted to take the chance, honestly. He didn’t think this was his typa place, and if he entered, he’d probably end up getting really awkward and shy, really quickly. Unless he got completely hammered. That’d be a different story.


The Angelli strolled up to the fellow at the front, and without thinking, offered him a small, warm smile, his eyes flitting towards the club past him. Justin paused, glancing back towards the man who, by the looks of it, seemed somewhat impatient.

“Blythe around?”

He asked politely, before the man shrugged, and replied with a muttered comment about how the place was closed, and he could go find her himself. Well, then... worked for Justin. The man offered him a nod in thanks, before slipping into the building, and taking a quick glance around. Woah. Nifty place. Justin nodded slightly, before looking around, his lips pulling into a friendly grin when he laid eyes upon Blythe. He waved at her momentarily, before walking over to her, and speaking in greeting.

“Hey, nice to see you.”

He said with another, easy smile, before continuing.

“Ready to head on out?”

He inquired with a quirk of his brow, pointing his thumb behind him towards the door with the question. If she wasn’t he could wait for a while, but he might as well ask, right?

We’re bound to make a change,
Take some time to hold somebody!
Leat go of fear and all your heartache,
Learn to laugh, and learn to cry!

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Muse: Alrightish
Notes: Sorry, it kinda sucks. I didn't proof it, so watch out for any hiding failnesses. :3[/blockquote][/size]