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Rock RP
Jun 27, 2007 0:09:45 GMT -8
Post by lions_go_rawr on Jun 27, 2007 0:09:45 GMT -8
ooc: that was really good
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Rock RP
Jun 27, 2007 0:11:58 GMT -8
Post by joolie. on Jun 27, 2007 0:11:58 GMT -8
[ -squee- thank choo. :] -huggles- I keep myself busy. ]
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Rock RP
Jun 27, 2007 19:28:14 GMT -8
Post by sindanen on Jun 27, 2007 19:28:14 GMT -8
wow jules.
i bow down. even im attracted to his asshole klepto ways. i think tanya should have some fun with him....
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Rock RP
Jun 27, 2007 22:10:34 GMT -8
Post by joolie. on Jun 27, 2007 22:10:34 GMT -8
[ ahah. aw, thankss choo. =D &yes, good thing, too. -innocent grin- ]
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Rock RP
Jun 28, 2007 17:31:47 GMT -8
Post by lions_go_rawr on Jun 28, 2007 17:31:47 GMT -8
ooc: i am increasingly aware that i have not posted on this shizz in a bombass long time. so here it goes.
bic:
"Thank you," Zak muttered into the shoddy little microphone that he just spent all his time singing his lungs out to. A few spatters of applause her and there, but nothing monumental. Nothing of the applause that the big bands get. But his band wasn't a big band. Just a band, most likely destined to stay in dingy clubs all of their career.
"Come on Zak, theres more in the greenroom," one of the band members said. "You guys go ahead," Zak waved them off, spliting off from the group and taking a seat at the bar.
He got the looks, the "hey arent you that guy?" looks, but that came with being the lead singer.
"Whiskey," Zak said to the bartender, laying out his money on the counter. The shot was harsh on his throat, but it didnt matter. His next show was in a week, or something of that sort. He could do whatever till the day or two before his show.
His mind drifted back to the girl he noticed in the audience, the one who said they were decent. Where was she? He searched the now half empty floor. Zak found her, actually, walking towards the bar, seeming in a bit of a hurry. His eyes followed the path she had come from, and saw what looked like a very drunk kid. Must have been a lightweight.
He heard the mention of water. "That might help, but I wouldnt just give him that," he said to her, staring a conversation, seeing she was right by him at the bar
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Rock RP
Jun 29, 2007 19:43:56 GMT -8
Post by Her Royal Highness on Jun 29, 2007 19:43:56 GMT -8
ooc: Saweetness jules ooc: Grey: hey! you say "cancer sticks" too! bic: Danny filled a small glass with the self prescribed tonic and slid it across the polished wood between himself and the band's singer. The guy was clearly stoned as it was. Just how plastered could you want to get in one night? In truth, Danny knew the answer all to well so instead he turned his attention back to watching Jazz out of his peripheral.
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Rock RP
Jun 30, 2007 13:28:48 GMT -8
Post by brentjoyce on Jun 30, 2007 13:28:48 GMT -8
Ki smiled "thank you so much, please use this" he gave her some money "its for you, you could use it to buy anything." Ki was happy he felt warm inside no ever cared for him, he was an outcast and now to be tended to so motherly. Ki felt loved but he did not know if she felt the same way.
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Rock RP
Jul 2, 2007 13:20:18 GMT -8
Post by joolie. on Jul 2, 2007 13:20:18 GMT -8
Ignored. Was that honestly Blake getting ignored? By a round old man, no less. He snorted with laughter, sliding further down the bar until he reached the second tender. His hands folded neatly over the polished wood of a counter top, his eyes narrowing slightly at the male now before him. He shuffled until he was neatly seated in a barstool not far from the new face's view. "Since Old Man McCrackin' over there decided not to get me my rum, would you do the honours?" he questioned, brow raising.
The boy's trainers tapped impatiently against the metal bars that held together each leg of his stool, his fingers drumming on the bar top to a very similar, persistent beat. He inhaled deeply, head snapping to the side to see the crowd around him; interesting, they really were. There was the drunk, the whore, the nobody, the prude, and then there was the 'rock star'; what a typical group. Just throw in the artist and you've got yourself the fucking power rangers. At least, that's how Blake saw it. Do remember, the male's opinion on things seemed rather distorted to fit his own...glory? However you say it, it never seemed to be as it really was. If that makes sense.
Huffing, Blake rolled his deep, dark irises and turned to face the bartender once more. "Well?" he snapped, brows raising, clearly curious as to why it was taking so long for him to get a simple shot of rum. Oh this was going to be a long night.
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Rock RP
Jul 4, 2007 21:35:51 GMT -8
Post by Her Royal Highness on Jul 4, 2007 21:35:51 GMT -8
Danny glared up from the line of tequila he was pouring a group of sorority girls at the new face now sitting before him. Asshole. Sure, he had seen worse, but no one ordered him around like that just cause he was a bartender. He practically ran theplace on his own. Maybe that's why he slammed the bottle down on the counter top with just a bit more force than normal. "athousand pardons Your Worship for not dropping everything and kissing your fucking feet the moment you passed through the door. Heaven forbid I serve those who CAME BEFORE YOU," he spat out evenly, voice dripping with sarcasam as he leaned on the last three words with emphasis while he began pouring the guy his round of rum. Having slid the glass over to him, Danny collected the man's money from the counter top and turned away to his other customers once more.
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Post by joolie on Jul 5, 2007 1:15:14 GMT -8
Blake rolled his eyes at he used his 'tongue of poison' on him; it hurt on the inside, really. His thoughts wanted to make him laugh out loud, though he simply chuckled under his breath. "A thousand pardons, Your Worship, for not dropping everything and kissing your fucking feet the moment you passed through the door. Heaven forbid I serve those who CAME BEFORE YOU." Blake brushed his fingernails against the material of his shirt that covered his shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, heaven forbid," he said passively, his eyes finally moving back to the bartender as he poured his rum. "Cheers, I suppose. Even though I paid for it so I have no reason to thank you," he said, letting out a venomous laugh and turning in his stool. "Expect my face around here again, and soon," the dark haired boy assured him as he brought the rim of the glass to his lips. He downed almost half the dark golden content in one sip, his face distorting for only a moment as his throat withstood it; sure, it was simply rum, but it burned slightly knowing that he had paid for it.
For a boy with a figure like his--small, lanky, fragile, etc.--, Blake can hold quite the amount of alcoholic beverages. From the moment he walks into a pub to the moment he walks out he is usually buzzed or hardly tipsy; and that's not counting the drink amount he's downed. I guess you could just say that he had a hard stomach... Eh, as it was, Blake's glass hardly had much content left when he rose from the barstool. Of course, he didn't notice this until he had almost dropped the glass and found nothing spilling onto his precious, not-stolen tee shirt. He let a frown wash over his features as he turned to the bartender.
"Like I said, and soon," he repeated, quite loudly, to the bartender. Of course, he hadn't laid down any money this time; he'd use the 'tab' approach and find a way around it. Hell, he always did. I mean...he's Blake. (Like that's supposed to mean anything-eyeroll-)
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Rock RP
Jul 5, 2007 13:05:37 GMT -8
Post by Her Royal Highness on Jul 5, 2007 13:05:37 GMT -8
Danny looked back up to find the same demanding face again at the bar infront of him. Lord his attitude was annoying. But whatever. He was afterall, a paying customer... or not. Here he was ordering another drink but this time he hadn't slid anything on the counter...
"You planning on crossing that hand of yours with some kinda currency mister? Tab's reserved for friends of the bartender at this place. And unfortunately you and I just barely met." 'And I do mean unfortunately,' Danny added mentally.
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Rock RP
Jul 11, 2007 13:23:49 GMT -8
Post by brentjoyce on Jul 11, 2007 13:23:49 GMT -8
occ: come on guys post up!
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Rock RP
Jul 25, 2007 14:35:01 GMT -8
Post by Her Royal Highness on Jul 25, 2007 14:35:01 GMT -8
ooc: hellow??? Jen? Jenny? Stace? Robs?
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Rock RP
Jul 25, 2007 20:17:59 GMT -8
Post by theliontamer♥ on Jul 25, 2007 20:17:59 GMT -8
The music halted, and applause rang throughout the bar. The blonde joined in, vaguely aware of who she was clapping for. At the moment, her mind was quite elsewhere, and the bartender was not handing her a glass of water fast enough. People began shuffling up towards the bar, crowding around her, pushing into her, far too desperate to drown their lives in shallow liquor and fruity cocktails that would only take the edge off for awhile. Scowling, the girl glanced over her shoulder, looking to the sparse crowd swaying on the dance floor as the DJ kicked in. Most of them swayed drunkenly, holding glasses of alcohol, taking large sips every so often. Eligible young men, looking to take advantage of partying girls, roamed the groups of dancers, pausing every so often. Occasionally a pair would split from the group and head towards either the exit or a small, candlelit table in a corner. The music pumped through the speakers, far too loud and consuming, a blasting techno far too heavy on bass, causing the orders to raise to a yell. Erika could hear snatches of orders being screamed over the music; “WHISKEY”, “VODKA”, “RUM AND COKE”, “BEER”, and many other combinations. She was inclined to ignore these voices, and focused on tuning them out, until she realized one voice was addressed to her. She turned, catching sight of the guy who had offered her the bit of advice. “And let me guess,” she drawled, “You’d know all about that.” And then she realized that the man who had spoken looked strangely familiar. “Oh, hi,” she murmured, glancing at him.
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Rock RP
Jul 25, 2007 21:44:42 GMT -8
Post by Her Royal Highness on Jul 25, 2007 21:44:42 GMT -8
ooc: ALEX!!!! WTF ARE YOU?
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Rock RP
Jul 25, 2007 21:47:25 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on Jul 25, 2007 21:47:25 GMT -8
ooc: coming coming coming! one minute, im just going to double check what the last thing he said was, then i'll post....
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Rock RP
Jul 25, 2007 21:52:20 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on Jul 25, 2007 21:52:20 GMT -8
ooc: btw, i'll tell julie this myself later but WOW that character. NICE WRITING.
Alex followed Jazz to the bar rather numbly, feeling a heavy depression hit him as he once again thought of his ex-fiance, and how painful it had been to see her with her new found 'love'. He was bitter, and as he plopped into a stool next to this new girl, he asked her rather roughly. "Are you all the same? Would you do anything for money?" He regretted saying it afterward, realizing how stupid he sounded, and instead tried to hide behind another drink.
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Rock RP
Jul 25, 2007 22:03:12 GMT -8
Post by Her Royal Highness on Jul 25, 2007 22:03:12 GMT -8
Jazz looked at him blankly for a moment. what? "Money? Money? what are you talking about? Look. i dont know what you've been through," she said to him as she stepped up to order, "but money can only buy you so many drinks before you pass out. and then it's really no good to you anyways. So if you're asking whether all women would do anything for money then i'd say the answer is no. Now what do you want? are you done for the night or are you not far gone enough?" far be it from Jazz to discourage someone from drinking
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Rock RP
Jul 25, 2007 22:10:57 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on Jul 25, 2007 22:10:57 GMT -8
Alex let the haze clear from his eyes. He was lonely, seriously lonely, and pushed the glass away from himself as he looked incoherently at Jazz. "Want to know what I've been through?" he offered, not caring if she replied yes or no. "I loved this beautiful girl, not unlike you, and we were going to be married. And then she ran off with some stupid rich frat boy. I was too poor for her, the starving, struggling student. But Aaron. Aaron was perfect for her." He said this with a sneer in his voice, adding with contempt and sorrow- "She kept my engagement ring, only to sell it so that she could wear Aaron's bigger diamond instead..." He trailed off. What was he doing? Spilling all of this out to a complete stranger! He turned away, rather ashamed by it all.
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Rock RP
Jul 25, 2007 22:13:38 GMT -8
Post by lions_go_rawr on Jul 25, 2007 22:13:38 GMT -8
"Actually yes, I would know that. Ive seen my share of first time drinkers," Zak replied, also adding "among other first time things" in his mind. But the girl didnt need to know that. "The name is Zak," he said offering his hand towards her own when she seemed to recognize him. "What would yours be? And no, I'm not trying to pick up on you. So dont think that I am."
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