Post by tate parker on Sept 4, 2011 14:16:21 GMT -5
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[/color]” tate said, joining her on the bed though she'd already jumped up. “my god, how crazy is this. this is like, the best night of my life, no exaggeration!” she beamed, squeezing out of the dress and giving him a glimpse of her bronzed torso before pulling it on over her head. he remembered the few occasions sophia had done the same thing, though that had been at his request. this memory of his wife was one of his most cherished ones – sophia knew that if she wore his kit and little else he'd be putty in her hands, and it was slightly unfortunate that this groupie had stumbled across that fact.
Tate Cormac Parker
shoulder injury + two year old girl = pain, a shitload of pain!Lives in NoLita New York, New York. Married to Sophia Parker. Born on December 31, 1987. From Melbourne, South Australia.
Religious Views: Catholic
People Who Inspire Tate:
Kade Waite
Music: The Pixies, Drapht, Nirvana, Primal Scream, Nick Cave, My Bloody Valentine, Kasabian, Radiohead, The Smiths, The Rolling Stones, Queens Of The Stone Age.
Interests: Aussie Rules Football, Sophia Parker, Adelaide Parker.
TATE'S WALL:-- Matilda Crichton
you know you can stay whenever you like x
Saturday at 4:58pm-- Jono Simpson
Tatey, about that shoulder injury... shrug it off mate! Hahahaha!
Saturday at 5:06am-- Bunny Parker
you're an idiot. do you want your daughter to grow up sounding like a yank?
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------" CARLTON'S rising star tate parker has certainly been raising a few eyebrows lately. in a move that's not likely to bolster team morale, parker has started dating adelaide-native sophia johnson, made famous by her relationship with, that's right, carlton's very own kade waite. in a statement to the press parker denied all allegations of foul play, but teammate waite has been less tight-lipped. talking exclusively to the herald, waite claimed his former flame miss johnson was "just a certain kind of woman", before scoffing at rumors the two were engaged. "i guess she not only knows what she wants but how to get it too." looks like we're not the only ones finding johnson's timing a touch convenient! "
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------TATE PARKER oh, hi, sorry, is that kent johnson? it's tate, tate parker... sorry to call, i know the time difference makes it pretty late over there.
KENTON JOHNSON tate m'boy! not at all, not at all, good to hear from ya. how's the runt?
TATE PARKER sleeping, finally! sophia got a nanny in, she's--
KENTON a nanny? shit son, bet that's costing a pretty penny.
TATE well yeah, but soph has a lot on her plate. y'know, adjusting and all that... best to just give her what she wants.
KENTON not a good start mate, not good at all. if she's not taking care of the kid then what's she doing all day?
TATE she does take care of addie, she just needs a little help, that's all.
KENTON it's a slippery slope tatey. first the nanny, then she'll be wanting a maid, then a cook- don't pay for something you can get for free, you know what i mean boy?
TATE too true, you're probably right!
KENTON always right. anyway, was there something else you were after? it's a shame you're all the way over stateside, problems are always easier to solve over a coupla frothies!
TATE right again! how 'bout i'll open one and you can open one over there, we'll make this an official session.
KENTON there's my boy!
TATE but there was something, mr johnson--
KENTON kenny or kent, take your pick, just no mr johnsons!
TATE alright then, kent. there's a bit of a problem, i don't know, it's kind of embarrassing...
KENTON this isn't a sex thing is it? i'm fond of ya, kid, but not that fond--
TATE no, fuck no! it's just, sophie's been acting kinda...
KENTON ...crazy? vague? distant? like she's got a stick up her ass?
TATE laughing all of the above! is that normal? should i be worried about that post birth depression shit?
KENTON let me tell ya something, something i probably should have told ya a good while back. that wife of yours is as batshit as her mother!
TATE her mum was the same?
KENTON craziest bitch i ever met in my life. i'd tell you to divorce her if i didn't like you so much.2 0 1 0------“I can't believe i'm in a footballer's hotel room!” tate turned back to face the girl who'd spoken, drunken giggles spilling out her glossy lips. he grinned at her. she'd told him she was twenty-two back in the club, but he thought she was much more likely to be about eighteen, nineteen at most. he held out a dainty champagne flute for her, the gold liquid bubbling to the surface promisingly. she stumbled just to take it and bring it up to her mouth. in an attempt to be sexy that might have been more effectively executed sober, she kicked off her stilettos and threw herself back onto the bed, her artfully tousled hair falling about her bare shoulders. her very obvious drunkenness should have warned tate off, and would have if he weren't so drunk himself, his intoxication driving his licentiousness and also his desire for revenge. earlier in the hotel bar with his teammates, he'd been able to spot this little number a mile off. glammed up beyond all need, her sculpted body squeezed into an impossibly small dress, she and her friends were clearly out to score a footballer, and it was no coincidence that they'd chosen to spend their evening in this hotel. bad news though they were, tate let his dick take the reigns from his brain, and this was where it had inevitably gotten him.
----THE drunker she got, the more transparent her motives became. earlier in the evening she'd asked about the game, had congratulated him on getting the most goals. more and more frequently as the night went on his profession was brought up, but then that wasn't abnormal. but now, in this level of lustful intoxication, the girl was being as obvious as obvious could be. “oh my god, is that your guernsey?!” she squealed, spotting the crumpled navy pile on the floor. “well, it's an old one, but yeah...
----BEFORE he could stop himself, tate had whipped out his iphone and snapped a picture. drunk and vengeful, thinking about how she hadn't cared enough to reply to his previous fifteen gloating messages, he hoped this would illicit some sort of response from his stony other half. he'd even posted a couple pictures of them doing shots together on his facebook earlier on, and though he had gotten plenty of spiteful comments on those telling him to remember his vows, not one of them was from sophia herself. it was infuriating. spurred on by her silence, tate pushed it further and further, and now he was sending a picture of a half-naked girl wearing his clothes to the poor woman. he regretted it almost immediately. hastily typing out a misspelled and garbled apology text, he was cut off by the very thing he'd been after – a reply from sophia. hesitantly, the young man opened it up. 'if any fake tan rubs off on that, don't blame me when it doesn't come out.' unbelievable, literally unbelievable! reading and re-reading it, tate couldn't accept that she'd be so indifferent, not now. all guilt alleviated, he opened up the recording app and stuck it on the bedside table, offering the brunette a raised eyebrow. before long the girl was screaming his name so loud that he was almost convinced sophia would hear her over in new york, but even so he'd be sending her a recording just to be sure. [/blockquote]
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lots of inspiration to lexa ! <3[/sub][/font]
