Alex laughs, "Yeah, you keep telling yourself that! Have you seen me? Just try to resist ... difficult I know" he laughs and takes a drink.

"Yeah, Culture Uncut said so. It's gotta be true then, right? I mean why would a magazine article lie, it just wouldn't make any sense." he smirks.

Honor had been sitting at the bar of the infamous Dirty Bastard Hotel and Casino for what seemed like forever, but it had only been 30 minutes, and she was determined to drink as much alcohol as she could and possibly get into whatever else she could find. Call it boredom but she needed some fun in her life right now. Things to her were too serious and too annoying. She found herself easily agitated with people now and she even changed her hair a little, after being a little pissed off. It seemed like she was slowly creeping back into her younger years, every day was becoming more and more apparent that she hadn't changed that much. She lifted her glass, the ice clinking to it and she downed it in one gulp. She was drinking a mix of rum and coke. However, what she really wanted wasn't being served in a bar.

"Fuck....my life." She sighed dramatically and then rolled her eyes.


OOC: It's an open rp, anyone can join.

Honor heard the guy send a drink over to her and she smiled softly at him. She recognized him from her usual internet surfing. It was Alex Simms, the cute new guy on the music scene. "Thanks." She called over to him.

"Honor." She shakes his hand and then laughs. She was unaware how she looked except that she hadn't slept in a day or ate much so she must've looked somewhat disheveled. "Cutting, no. Killing? I'm working on it." She winked at him. "What about you? You look completely opposite of me so why?"

"It's super specific so you're not on it...yet." She smirked then as her drink arrived, she slide her other glass to the side, taking a sip of the vodka and sighing a bit as she listened to him. "You know, I used to do that but lately, this one problem..it's been eating away at me. I mean anything else I can usually ignore but not this." Honor knew he had no clue what she meant but she wasn't about to start confiding in people she didn't know. She had already confided in one of her best friends and that turned to be a big mistake. "But alcohol does help, which is why I've been here for...." She looks at her clock. "Almost 1 hour now."

"Nah. After all of this, I have to say it's still amazing to be me. I could be like a lot of other people but I'm not." Honor finished up her vodka and then looked over at him. "I know. My plan was to move on somehow. Truth be told, I'm starting to go back into my hermit shell where I didn't confide in anyone or anything. I knew trusting people was a mistake. So, back to my old ways. I tried to change, really, but people screwed it up for me. Life, huh?" She smiled a little. It was her only defense now.

'Miami' had just recently arrived at the hotel, she was wearing tight jeans and a tank-top, she was sat at the bar with a glass of rum and coke and was absent mindedly swirling around the ice in the glass with a plastic mixer. She was relatively low-profile to those from the outside looking in, but there was something more to her, beyond the silent and observant nature.

Miami looked up as she heard Isaac's voice, she gave a polite smile in his direction and nodded slightly, "Isaac Lovelock, the maaaaan" she says with a slight chuckle, "Go for it!" she says, gesturing towards the empty seat. She took a sip of her drink, "What brings ya here?"

"Oh yeah? every day should be a gambling day, bro'" she laughs as she stirs her drink once more before taking another si[, she glances around as Isaac does before looking back at him, "Ah, yanno. Just keeping out of trouble!". She smiles at him, "So, what you doing these days? Working on the next great rap record?"