The Devil is In the Details [Violet & Brett]

[violet akuji nyoka]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#666666; width:408px; padding:8px;] MY PRIDE STILL FEELS THE STING I didn't want to do this. Not at all. In fact, if I had my way, I would have pushed this off until the twins had graduated high school. Then at least they could have made their own decisions. But, I suppose this is how every divorced mother feels. (Technically, we were broken up not divorced, since we had never been married, but it was much easier to say that we were divorced, since we basically were.) I sighed and ran my hand through my hair, adjusting my top hat and veil. Honestly, it was totally coincidental that I was dressed gothically while going over to see my ex-boyfriend and the father of my children. Completely accidental. I sighed to myself and began to sing softly, sadly. I still couldn't believe that it was over that fast. I mean, why should I give the boy any rights to them at all – he fucking cheated on me. Still, if I didn't give him any rights then he'd definitely take me to court and I reallllly didn't wanna be around government officials. Considering. I rubbed my neck a little, grimacing as I felt the bruises there, from that Irish guy. What was his name again? Corey? Killian? Something or other. Wasn't important anyway. “We're all grieving, Lost and bleeding. All our lives, We've been waiting For someone to call our leader. All your lies, I'm not believing. Heaven shine a light down on me.” I sang softly, walking down the hallway and opening his door, adjusting my skirt. “Brett, get your ass over here and greet me.”

[/color]I called out to him, standing in the doorway with my hands on my hips. The carpet felt odd underneath my lace-covered feet – I figured there was no point in wearing shoes, and at least he'd get some satisfaction by being taller than me. I grumbled to myself and walked into his apartment, sitting down on the leather couch. [/color][/div][/center]

YOU WERE MY EVERYTHING

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[Brettley Bondurant]

Brettley Bondurant had the night of his life last night, he went to an amazing concert last night with this girl he's been seeing a lot of lately, Kodi Liverpool, a sexy little goth girl that he has been pretty smitten for the past couple of weeks. They danced and made out most of the night at the show but then continued to party after the show at his apartment, the bachelor pad since he and Peter both lived there and the two of them often brought girls over. Well, not so much anymore since Kodi and Rave have taken much of their time.

When the two rocker love birds went back to his apartment they quickly got undressed and danced between the sheets. Kodi had only left his apartment a couple hours ago, and even though it was late in the afternoon Brett decided to catch up on some more sleep. But he was so rudely interrupted by the voice of his ex-girlfriend demanding that he get his ass in the living room.

He groaned and woke up, turning in his bed. "Okay! Hold on!" He shouted back at her as he slowly sat up. His head was pounding from all the booze and caffeine he had consumed last night. He then put a sheet over his lap in case she came in his room while he searched his bed for his boxers. He stuck his hand under his pillow, nope those were girls underwear. He laughed to himself and tossed them into a pile of dirty close that was compiling on his floor. "Where the fuck did they go?" He asked himself. Then he spotted them hanging on the bed post. He quickly snatched them up and put them on.

He then slowly made his way down the hall, groaning the whole time. He squinted because it was quiet bright in there verses his bat cave like room he had been in all day. "What are you doing here?" He asked Violet as he sat down on his couch. Brett was in a pretty grumpy mood, he was hung over and he hated being woke up in a rude way. What he didn't realize was that his neck and chest were covered in little hickies and black lip stick. Not to mention he had huge scratch marks on his back. He also could use a shower, he smelled of Booze, cigarettes and sex.

He then looked around the house, it was still a mess. There were beer cans everywhere, a long with coffee cups, trash, clothes, cigarette butts. "Fuck, I need to clean." He grumbled out loud. Then he yawned and got up to make himself some tea since it looked like he wasn't going to be able to go to bed anytime soon. "Want some tea?" He called out from the kitchen. Trying to be semi welcoming even though he was hungover and grumpy.

[violet akuji nyoka]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#666666; width:408px; padding:8px;] MY PRIDE STILL FEELS THE STING I waited less than patiently, tapping my painted nails against my thigh before plucking at the lace of my gloves – could they be considered gloves? I had no idea. While I waited I looked around his apartment, nose scrunching up in distaste. Like usual, Brett was a mess. Honestly, it was one of the benefits to having my apartment back to myself. Well, sort of. Nikki was just as obsessive about cleanliness as I was, though for different reasons – you had to be clean and precise in my old job lest you're caught and put to jail, Nikki was just weird – and although Ravyn was always a mess, just like the twins, she usually kept it to her room while the twins I usually cleaned up after. Mary wasn't home often enough to make much of a mess anymore. Sometimes I worried about that girl. But Brett never seemed to get with the program, and now that he was living with that Peter, it seemed that it'd only gotten worse. Trash, cigarette butts, clothes, coffee cups, beer cans and god knows what else was anywhere and everywhere. I'm pretty sure there was a bra hanging off of a light fixture. I had no idea how it might have gotten up there, nor did I really want to know. When Brettley finally made his way out, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. And here comes the disaster that completed the chaos. A human catastrophe, that's what he was. Covered in hickies and lipstick – black, huh? Seems I may have started something here – smelling of booze, cigarettes and sex. Not to mention his hair was incredibly mussed. I chuckled a little. To say I wasn't jealous would be a blatant lie, he was mine after all, but at the same time it made me feel a little better to know that I had seen him in this situation and had been the cause of it before whoever the new goth girl had. Of course, I wasn't his first either, but still. “Rough night?” I smirked a little, leaning back into the couch like a lazy cat as I ran a finger over my own bruises that ran from just under my earlobes right down to the fabric of my corset. And that wasn't where they ended, either, kiddies. “I'm here because I figure that enough time has passed, neither of us are super furious with the other, or at least I find it a waste of my time to kill you. So I figured now would probably be a good time to actually discuss custody arrangements of Shilo and Johnny.”

[/color] I explained. “Not that I really want to give you any custody, but I'd rather not go to court and I suppose I can't deny that... you have a way with them.”[/color] I added.

I snickered a little as he realized how messy his place was. “Funny, I wasn't under the impression you knew how.”[/color] I commented, half teasing and half just being a bitch because I could. Hey, when you're the scorned lover you get those fucking rights and you milk them, got it? Of course, the pseudoanger immediately disappeared upon the mentioning of tea, feeling myself grin. “Of course! Do you still remember how to make the Green tea? You did it better than my mom, oddly enough.”[/color] Oops. Now that wasn't something that I meant to say out loud, “I mean, what? Where did that come from? You heard nothing.”[/color] I said hurriedly, getting up from my spot on the couch. I moved over to the sink to grab a wash cloth and stood in front of him, moving to wash the lipstick off. “Knowing you, you'd probably just smudge it. Black is a little tricky to get off sometimes.”[/color] I explained. Not to mention the fact that he may or may not have been a little bit appealing and the lipstick was detracting from that. “So, Goth girl, huh? That's a new one.”[/color] I commented.
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YOU WERE MY EVERYTHING

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NOTES[/b] outfit. A little better this time. Still sucky though/[/color]

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[Brettley Bondurant]

So, that's why she was there, to figure out an agreement for the kids. Which was good, the children needed a set schedule on when they saw their father instead of Brett just randomly picking them up whenever. "Yep, damn right I'd take your ass to Court if you didn't let me see my kids." He told her with a snicker. His kids were more important to him than anyone and anything and he would be damned if he let anyone take away his rights as a father to them, especially Violet who was only mad at him because he cheated on her. It had been months now, he wished she would just get over it.

He rolled his eyes and started the kettle at the mention of green tea. "Yes, I can still make it for you..." He said as he waited for the water to boil. But when he turned around she was coming at him with a wash cloth. "Ow, not so hard, some of those are bruises." He said as he winced slightly. "I wouldn't say it was necessarily a rough night, but it was a fun one for should." He said as he watched her wipe the make-up off his chest.

"I'm not sure how she feels about labels..." He said with a smirk. "But she's edgy and different, that's for sure." He said as he nearly got butterflies just thinking about Kodi. Yes, he was doing it on purpose, trying to make her jealous. He noticed her hickies as well and therefore she was fair game because she clearly did that on purpose by coming over here dressed like that, showing off her bruises. "She's like a bohemian queen more so than just a Goth girl." He added as he turned around and got the milk and sugar out. "So what was it that you were thinking about the kids?" He asked her, giving her turn to talk first. Of coarse he would voice his opinion if he doesn't feel like her ideas are fair. But he wanted to see what her thoughts were first.