harlow is a motherfucking monster (monsterrmash) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-04-29 00:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [04] april |
WHO: Adelaide and Harlow
WHAT: Harlow brings out the party in Addie
WHERE: The Four Horsemen
WHEN: April 28, 2019
RATING: Medium
STATUS: In progress
In the past, the library had been his least favorite out of all of the safehouses. The cavernous marble building always felt stuffy to Harlow and the quiet inside seemed bizarre with so many people around. The endless, echoey marble irritated him, and he avoided staying the night there like the plague. But all that was before the Four Horsemen.
Ever since the bar went up in the library, Harlow hardly minded crashing there. In fact, half the time he ended up planning it so that his routes ended there and he could party the rest of the night away. Sometimes when he entered the bar, it was quiet and low-key-- but that didn't last long once he arrived. He made sure the party started, every single time.
Harlow headed into the library, carrying himself past the guards the same way he always did-- daring them to try to touch him. His vicious gaze usually kept them off, which was lucky for him. If someone grabbed him, if they inspected him closely enough, they'd notice the spray paint staining his fingertips and speckling his shoes. No one ever looked that hard, though. Harlow slipped past them and made a beeline towards the former gift shop, messing his hair up on top of his head and feeling the exhilaration of a promising night.
When he reached the Four Horsemen, it was fairly crowded. It was a Saturday night, and by now enough people had heard about the bar for it to draw an impressive turnout. All the better, for Harlow. He fed off the energy of the other people, he craved the thrill of winding them up and being the center of their attention. He easily cut through the crowd, weaving between people and pushing up to the bar. He effortlessly slipped up onto it, hooking his lanky legs over to the other side and hopping down beside Adelaide. He shrugged off his backpack during the process, tucking it away under the bar before standing and leaning in to press a kiss to her cheek.
"You ready for this shit to blow the fuck up?" Harlow asked her with a wide smirk, pulling his iPod out from his back pocket. "Where's my Ciroc, Red?"