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Rock RP
May 28, 2007 21:01:19 GMT -8
Post by Her Royal Highness on May 28, 2007 21:01:19 GMT -8
ooc: eeww.
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Rock RP
May 30, 2007 15:30:29 GMT -8
Post by sindanen on May 30, 2007 15:30:29 GMT -8
Tanya smiled her killer smile. She pushed the man away with a rough shove. "You're not worth it. I want someone who will at least provide me with amusement, and sadly you don't."
Tanya turned and walked back to her stool. She looked up at Danny, anticipating her drink, but her eyes showed something different. Tanya motioned with a small movement of her head to Danny that she would prefer if the man were thrown out.
Tonight was supposed to be fun. And she would be damned if things didn't go her way. She then focused her eyes on the band that currently held the stage.
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Rock RP
May 30, 2007 20:51:45 GMT -8
Post by brentjoyce on May 30, 2007 20:51:45 GMT -8
Vash got the idea really quick and shifted into the crowds around the bar. he knew what was going on all to well and gave Tanya one little toothy smile before disappearing into the crowds. "see ya bitch" he smiled and walked off.
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Rock RP
May 31, 2007 10:46:35 GMT -8
Post by Her Royal Highness on May 31, 2007 10:46:35 GMT -8
'good thinking' Danny thought to himself as Vash disapeared. He had seen the look Tanya had given him and was almost disapointed to have missed the oportunity.
"Your drink's right there Madam. Enjoy." he said with a smile, "anything else?"
He almost always spoke to Tanya with a touch of exagerated, though joking, formality. She demanded to be treated like royalty and it thoroughly amused him to oblige.
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Rock RP
Jun 3, 2007 17:06:09 GMT -8
Post by theliontamer♥ on Jun 3, 2007 17:06:09 GMT -8
Erika's attention snapped from the strange, vodka drinking male sitting beside her to the unbalanced boy standing beside her. He swayed as he held his hand out, thoroughly intoxicated, his hand waving lightly. Erika arched an eyebrow and ignored the impulse to completely blow the unfamiliar kid off. It took her several moments to actually catch his hand in her own, a feat made difficult due to his swaying unbalance. Was he seeing double? He grabbed for her hand...the one several inches away and invisible to the rest of the world. "Erika," the blonde replied cautiously, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. This night was becoming ridiculous. Maybe she would have been better off down in the grungy room amongst the worse but more stable drunks. "Uh....you don't look so good. Maybe you should...uh...sit down....or get some air," she suggested, edgng away slightly. She'd seen that look before. It was the look on Derek's face the night he had taken a shot of captain morgan's for the first time. And it had grown successively worse as he had more and more. How did she remember that? At this point, the swaying boy looked as though he was on his seventh shot. At least....Derek on his seventh shot. She frowned. Now Derek could take far more shots without getting sick. Now he could be on a variety of drugs and completely drunk at the same time and walk in a straight line. He could fool anyone--well, anyone except Erika. But that wasn't the point. The point was that this boy, Ki by introduction, looked like he was about to topple over.
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Rock RP
Jun 3, 2007 19:19:47 GMT -8
Post by brentjoyce on Jun 3, 2007 19:19:47 GMT -8
Ki looked her they face with wide eyes. she was the most beautiful thing in the world. everything before this moment in life did not matter to him, he forgot it all. all that he could look at was her beautiful face, for an hour it seemed to him he just stood there dumb founded. he finally snapped out of it. "oh nice to meet you, um.. yeah i should take a seat. yeah, um... let me see... would you like to sit with me, please i promise i am not one of those creepy people." he waited for what Erika would say with a nice boyish smile on his face.
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Rock RP
Jun 3, 2007 19:41:12 GMT -8
Post by theliontamer♥ on Jun 3, 2007 19:41:12 GMT -8
HE looked so sincere she couldn't help but believe him. "What happened to you?" the overly cautious blonde mused, gently pushing a chair out for him. "What did you have?" She knew little about drinking but some about treating the symptoms of a drunk.
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Rock RP
Jun 3, 2007 19:50:03 GMT -8
Post by Her Royal Highness on Jun 3, 2007 19:50:03 GMT -8
Jazzy looked away from Alex at yet another interuption. What the hell was with tonight anyways? The guy addressing himself to Erika was swaying uncontrolably. A person could get sea sick looking at him if they werent careful. Hmm... maybe tonight wouldn't be the best night to get totally wasted, she thought to herself. There were enough obnoxious drunks around already as it seemed. She found herself feeling restless. Sick of sitting in the same place waiting for Alex to talk. She really couldn’t take it anymore. This was in no way her idea of a good time. Erika seemed cool, as did Alex, but Jazz couldn’t help it. The situation irritated her. She was sick of waiting for something to happen. “I’m getting another drink,” she said standing up abruptly from the table. Then, looking at Alex added, “I’m still waiting on that question,” basically inviting him to accompany her to the bar.
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Rock RP
Jun 4, 2007 13:49:03 GMT -8
Post by brentjoyce on Jun 4, 2007 13:49:03 GMT -8
Ki sat down gingerly, he had never been so fond of a women in his life and what a women. as well she is sitting with him what a dream come true. Ki was amazed by her, he sat in his chair looking for words so that he could start a conversation. "so what do you do for fun..."
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Rock RP
Jun 4, 2007 20:19:52 GMT -8
Post by Her Royal Highness on Jun 4, 2007 20:19:52 GMT -8
ooc: oh i'm sorry. poor drunk pathetic little inexperienced child. hahahahahaha!!!
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Rock RP
Jun 5, 2007 18:26:05 GMT -8
Post by brentjoyce on Jun 5, 2007 18:26:05 GMT -8
Vash popped up his head amoung the crowds of drunk wash ups. he was smiling this was a fun place, he was having a great time. sure he put down his drug cotail but, it was all right. now he found a new target a guy (ALEX)
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Rock RP
Jun 6, 2007 18:25:05 GMT -8
Post by sindanen on Jun 6, 2007 18:25:05 GMT -8
Tanya smiled at Danny warmly. "No I'm good for now. Thank you Danny. But keep in mind I'll need more later."
Tanya turned around and searched the crowd for her next toy. Faces stood out, but she cast them away quickly. She had already had some of those, and the new ones didn't look promising enough.
Then he turned around. Black hair fell to his shoulders. His eyes were as blue as the deep ocean. Oh she wanted him. And she would have him.
Tanya slid off her stool and began walking toward her prize. She suddenly stopped in her tracks as she saw a woman cling to the man's arm and whisper in his ear. Of course he would have someone...
Tanya smiled dangerously and continued forward boldly. She lived for competition.
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Rock RP
Jun 7, 2007 11:10:52 GMT -8
Post by Her Royal Highness on Jun 7, 2007 11:10:52 GMT -8
ooc: damn!!! haha. i like her. she makes me laugh
Danny laughed as he saw Tanya walk away and zone in on her next target. That woman was truely something else. 'and you should know,' a voice said darkly, accusingly, far in the back of his mind.
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Rock RP
Jun 7, 2007 11:11:23 GMT -8
Post by Her Royal Highness on Jun 7, 2007 11:11:23 GMT -8
ooc: i'll miss you Jenny luv!!!
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Rock RP
Jun 16, 2007 21:16:23 GMT -8
Post by theliontamer♥ on Jun 16, 2007 21:16:23 GMT -8
Erika studied the boy before her carefully. "Do you drink often?" she asked, and the words tumbled from her lips so quickly she had no time to stop them or think twice about what she had said. But she was curious. And he didn't look like the kind to hold his liquor--or perhaps he was merely inexperienced? Either way, she could hardly approve of the fact that he was drinking, and well on his way to gone for the evening.
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Rock RP
Jun 17, 2007 17:03:28 GMT -8
Post by brentjoyce on Jun 17, 2007 17:03:28 GMT -8
Ki looked at her "oh, its my first drink in a while. but, i am sure i am taking it well. i am not use to drinking but, you got to start sometime right?" he made a very very sorry attempt to make the joke sound funny. but, even he knew it sucked.
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Rock RP
Jun 26, 2007 23:17:45 GMT -8
Post by joolie. on Jun 26, 2007 23:17:45 GMT -8
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Rock RP
Jun 26, 2007 23:20:58 GMT -8
Post by lions_go_rawr on Jun 26, 2007 23:20:58 GMT -8
ooc: wow nice joolie!
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Rock RP
Jun 26, 2007 23:26:58 GMT -8
Post by theliontamer♥ on Jun 26, 2007 23:26:58 GMT -8
"definitely taking it well...." Erika murmured skeptically, adjusting herself in her seat. "Maybe you should get some air," she said in a motherly manner. Since when did she take care of the drunken idiots? Or right. when her friend became one. Gently, she eased herself to her feet and motioned to him. "I'm going to get you a glass of water."
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Rock RP
Jun 26, 2007 23:55:30 GMT -8
Post by joolie. on Jun 26, 2007 23:55:30 GMT -8
Okay so he likes to steal; big deal. It's not like it was a big problem, the boy had it under control. It's not like he'd stolen the viper roaring under his weight; or the coat he was wearing; or the shoes he had on his feet; or the hair gel he was using; or the wad of cash in the trouser pockets that he definitely hadn't stolen. Like I said, he has it under control. Besides, it's not like his whole intention of going to the pub that afternoon was to steal from every chick inside by way of his irresistible charm; no, of course not. Where would you get that idea? Blake Morgan was a good person.
Taking a long drag of his cigarette, Mr. Morgan kicked the car door open and scanned the front of the pub. He made a face, dropping the cancer stick's butt to the floor, promptly crushing it as he stepped out of the car. He inhaled the murky air that surrounded him, his hip forcefully shutting the door of the silver viper. The key ring holding the car keys was still dangling off his index finger, intimidatingly dark, chocolate brown irises searching for something; for someone.
"Where the fuck is the valet?"
Blunt, possibly harsh, and demanding; not to mention oh-so-Blake. Call him a jerk if you will--hell, call him whatever you want--just don't complain when you find him kissing your ass to get your wallet; you're the one who fell for his faux charm. Though I will admit, it's a pain--not to mention nearly impossible--to resist his dark locks, his deep, dark pools of brown one would naturally call eyes, and his words that will nibble at your inside until you give in. Oh, Blake; a pro if you've ever seen one. He really does believe that practice makes perfect,.Of course, this is the boy who also believes, one, that he is perfect, and, two, that his, for lack of a better word, 'problem' is under control. Needless to say, it's easy to believe a lie when it's coming from such a pure gentleman like Blake Morgan.
The twenty-year-old received no answer, much to his dismay--after all, everything was about him, remember--so he simply huffed a distasteful sigh and dragged his feet into the noisy pub. After all, everything that's not involving him is either loud, annoying, unnecessary, or all of the above. Duh.
Either way, Blake grunted at the sight of the occupants, yet put on his oh-so-charming, infamous, I'm-going-to-steal-your-wallet-now-but-you-don't-know-it grin; the one that made him the car, the coat, the shoes, the gel, and the money that he definitely hadn't stolen. Before he knew it, his not-stolen trainers had brought him to bar, bartender standing just before the seat he'd claimed as his own.
"Can I help you?" The boy made another face, eyes narrowing at the plump, older man behind the counter. "No, I'm just sitting here taking up space." Again, blunt, possibly harsh, with a hidden demand. Just as the man had turned to help the 'more polite'--bullshit, to Blake--customers, Blake grabbed his arms and sneered mentally. "I can't believe you thought I was serious." A huff and a heartbreaking eye roll later, Blake's hands fumbled before him on the cool counter top. "Then what do you want, sir?" It was a soft, almost fearful tone from the plump man, though a friendly and all-around warm smile graced his toothless features. "Rum," the dark haired boy spat, tone as if it was a given fact. "And lots of it."
[ told you i was. ]
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