Post by gatsby oscar tanner on Aug 13, 2012 5:07:48 GMT -5
sometimes it feels like i don't really know what's going on
Another party, another night in the life of Gatsby Tanner. The man was positively a party machine. He could drink, smoke, snort and ingest with the best of them. He fancied himself a modern day Nikki Sixx sometimes. This evening Gatsby was not partying as hard as he usually did. He had thrown up some blood earlier in the day and scared himself a little. Gatsby was sticking to rum and he had only had one line of cocaine. His head wasn’t as cloudy as it usually was and he was almost enjoying it. But not quite.
The party was pretty cool, everyone was pretty drunk and no one seemed to have any drama with each other. Gatsby hated when you went to a party where people started having a huge fight in the middle of the room. It made him feel awkward and excluded. Being English made Gatsby feel isolated enough as it was. He was situated almost directly in the middle of the party. He liked to be in the thick of things.
Gatsby was wearing a loose white tank top version of one of his own band’s t-shirts and a pair of black skinny jeans. These were kind of his staple clothes. His hair was in disarray and his eyes were bloodshot. He had a lazy smile on his face any time anyone spoke to him and he mostly shrugged in response. He was really only at this party for the drink, drugs and background noise. Gatsby wasn’t in the mood to make friends or make small talk. He put his drink to his lips, took a long swig and rested the glass on his knee.
