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[x3 U S A G I]

Ares Anthony Williams

Do you like the funny way I speak?

Ares grinned widely at Sam, laughing at the way Sam's cheeks had turned colors. That was one of the things he noticed very early on about Sam. The boy's cheeks constantly changed colors. It was like watching a mood ring. Ignoring his thoughts, he tuned back into what Sam was saying to him.

"Aye, got tired ah'tha blond," replied the Greek, tugging a piece of his newly blackened locks, "Also, tha'block attra'ss tha' ladies and gents more." He grinned like the Chesire cat with his last statement.

His eyes fell upon the blond who was joined to Sam at the finger tips. Giving the male a once over, Ares figured that the blond must be Ian, Sam's beloved boyfriend. He had talked to the boy once over the phone, but it hadn't been a very long conversation, just long enough for Sam to take a shower. Hearing the stories from Sam gave Ares no reason not to like the male.

"Onyway, I t'ink I will let yah enjoy yuh parteh with yuh boyfren'. Sorry 'bout tha kiss,"he gave Ian a small nod, "Happy buth'day, Sam. Now if yuh will 'scuse me, there's food ovah there, and I'm hungry."

With that the Greek grabbed a hold of Demetri's arm, and the two made their way to the food bar.

I’d like to think so.

[m o o s i e p o p s]

Я ο η ί η Я α ρ ђ α ε ℓ β ℓ ί ς ς;;
ίмα ġοηηα ьυγ γου α ∂яαηκ̣̣̣̣

From the sounds of it, it seemed as if the party had kicked off with a loud, "Surprise!" In fact, the bartender had fallen asleep right there on the employee's part of the bar's dark stone floor. The only reason he even woke up was because of the volume of the greeting. Groaning and turning on his stomach, Ronnie wondered if Diana was looking for him yet. Figuring it to be no big deal, he made himself comfortable once again on the floor. But, his plans for returning to a seemingly impossible slumber were put on the back burner as a brunette leaned over the bar top, snapped her neon blue tipped fingers and called down to him, "Yo, bartender. Make me a drink." Picking his head off of the floor, the Bliss responded with, "What's the magic word?" The woman blinked at him blankly, and took a wild guess, "Vodka?" He put his head back on the floor, shut his olive eyes shut and quipped, "Wrong. No alcohol for you. You're now the official designated driver." The woman was less than amused with Ronin's joke. She sighed in frustrated, and her nearby companion tapped her gently on the shoulder. "Irene, it's please." Irene, Sam's sister, grimaced, and tried again, "Make me a drink, please?"

This time, the Bliss boy got up to a full kneel and crawled his way around the bar area, snatching a glass up, placing it on the counter, some alcohol, flavouring, and replied, "There we go. You're getting a martini, alright?" He said this as if she had no choice, as Ronin was a bit lazy tonight. He also didn't want to have to stand up fully to get the other alcohol, and started mixing the drink. The bartender sat on the floor, shaking the stainless steel container filled with the martini's components. He poured it into a glass he had set on the floor earlier, and with a slow check above the counter to see if everything was clear, meaning free of Diana, he noticed a new member added to the bar. Ronnie said to him quickly, waving his hands in circular motions before going back under the bar, "Shh, you didn't see anything." The boy scooped up the drink from the floor placed it in front of the girl and said, "That'll be five ten. Or, if you want, you can just marry me, and I'll say nothing happened." He flashed a broad grin, Irene merely raised her arched brows and took her drink and left the bar. Ronnie, not at all offended, retrieved the things from the floor and began setting up more martinis.

[x3 U S A G I]

Ares Anthony Williams

Do you like the funny way I speak?

Ares watched as Irene made her way from the bar, Vodka in hand. He waited until she had disappeared into the crowd before making his way towards the bar. Irene was one of the Searles that Ares had never gotten along with. He wasn't entirely sure why he didn't like her, but something about her didn't settle with the Greek.

As he waited for the bartender's attention, his eyes skimmed the party. Sam seemed to be a rather popular boy despite his shy demeanor. Curiously, he searched the crowd for the birthday boy whom he spotted with his boyfriend. Sam seemed almost inseparable from the blond. It made Ares smile briefly. Sam certainly seemed happy with his boyfriend.

The bartender had said something to him, causing the Greek to divert his attention from the birthday boy. He glanced at the bartender. "Ah course, I didn't see onyth---" Noticing the bartender's appearance, Ares was suddenly hit with a wave of confusion. The bartender looked much like him, way more than he should. And they didn't look alike in the way that people of the same stereotype looked alike. They looked as though they came from the same mother. The Greek raised and eyebrow, eying the bartender once more.

I’d like to think so.

[m o o s i e p o p s]

Я ο η ί η Я α ρ ђ α ε ℓ β ℓ ί ς ς;;
ίмα ġοηηα ьυγ γου α ∂яαηκ̣̣̣̣

The bartender heard Ares cut off in mid-sentence, but didn't look up right away. As he was preoccupied pouring the blue liquid into a cocktail glass, his other hand grabbing a lime from the bowl positioned conveniently to the left of him, and slipping it onto the rim of the glass. Ronnie threw in a straw into the liquid, and pushed it forward to a dirty blond male. After the drink was fixed and delivered to the person who ordered it, the Bliss now had time to actually look up at the similar looking boy and see the reason why he stopped so abruptly. As he pocketed a five someone slipped him as tip, Ronin looked at the crowd surrounding the bar. He smiled as the thought of the their reasons to be drinking so early in the night. The male was merely kidding, as he knew that most people here couldn't be alcoholics, or at least he hoped that the alcohol anonymous group hadn't confused this party with their recovery one. Ronnie knew that if such a thing happened, it'd only lead to more counseling. His scanning of the crowd stopped short at a particular Greek. It didn't escape his attention that Ares looked remarkably like him, even had his nose if he did so say himself. He didn't quite understand why they looked so much alike.

Ronnie blinked his olive eyes a few times, and a mischievous grin spread over his face. The boy liked to make a scene for most things, and this time was no exception. He figured it'd be okay, as he'd heard whispers that the birthday boy being a bit shy, even though from the looks of the packed club, he seemed to be pretty popular or merely have a lot of family. And so, the guitarist heaved himself on the stone counter, took a stance, and threw his arms out, and sang, "We are family! Get up ev'rybody and sing!" He laughed his way through the following words, as his singing and standing on the bar attracted confused stares from not only the crowd around the bar, but the birthday boy and his small group around him. The dark haired boy merely flashed a bigger grin, and continued singing to the boy that looked like him.

It was only when he saw Diana exiting the back room did he stop singing. Ronnie's grin turned from playful to proud as he took a bow and tipped an imaginary hat, saying, "Thanks folks, I'll be back here Monday and next Thursday. Thank you, thank you very much. " Once he had finished with his little speech the male hopped down off of the bar's countertop, took out a piece of paper from his back pocket and bellowed, "Oh, and a very happy birthday to Sam-" He cut off, stumbling across the last word, and took a wild guess, "See-ree-lee. Sorry, dude, totally butchered your last name." He chuckled, then ducked his head under the bar in a failed attempt to hide from Diana. She found him sitting on the floor, as it was rather hard not to, and hissed, "Behave yourself. Sam's boyfriend's trying to make this perfect. With your silly charades, you're just going to ******** it up." The boy merely smiled lazily and shrugged as he looked up to the short-tempered redhead, "Behaving isn't my forte, dear. You should know that by now. I wouldn't have asked you to marry me because a customer asked if you were single, called you a *****, fallen asleep behind the bar, or sang on it Coyote Ugly style if I were good at it." The manager merely slapped on the back of his head before scolding him, "I do, and I swear, if you don't make it your forte, at least for tonight, you won't be able to preform anymore." She got up to her full height again and left Ronnie to his lonesome. The boy shrugged and stood up once more as well, and decided to do as she asked. After all, the Bliss was a performer, a possible homeless one at that.

[x3 U S A G I]

Ares Anthony Williams

Do you like the funny way I speak?

Ares stared the bartender for a moment. The bartender's actions were over the top to say the least, and they seemed to be getting him into trouble. These actions, however, did not take Ares's mind away from the fact this bartender looked almost like a mirror image of himself. He decided he'd stay and chat with the bartender for a while. At least until he could shake the feeling of feeling like he had a twin. It was a crazy thought. He came all the way from Greece. He had the accent to prove it. This bartender barely had an accent of any type, other than the typical Jersey accent.

"Yuh killed Sam's las'name, yuh know? But, it seems like yuh boss is a bi'sh. It's gonna take more than uh bar song tuh mess up this thing. Seems li'e Ian has it all planned."

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Vanessa made her way to the bar, sitting on the far end away from Ares. She tapped her fingers lightly on the bar top, her nails making a faint clacking sound as she did so. Her eyes focused in on the bartender. She hadn't missed his performance on top of the bar just a few moments ago. She didn't know the bartender personally, but his performance made her want to. A faint smile came across her lips as she gave the boy once over. He was definitely on the attractive side.

Parting her lips to make an order, she continued tapping her fingers. However, she decided she'd wait for the bartender to finish with the other customer before saying anything.

I’d like to think so.

[m o o s i e p o p s]

Я ο η ί η Я α ρ ђ α ε ℓ β ℓ ί ς ς;;
ίмα ġοηηα ьυγ γου α ∂яαηκ̣̣̣̣

It took Ronnie a bit to understand the other boy, as he had a strong accent. It was unlike anything the Bliss boy had ever heard, it was the Jersey accent twisted and fused with something else, something that he wasn't familiar with. The bartender had to pay especially close attention on Ares' lips as he spoke to comprehend what the lookalike was saying. A smile played about his own set of lips, as he redirected his attention to the Greek's eyes. The Portuguese mix found this situation amusing, even if it was hard to understand this male. As Ares finished his statements, Ronnie thought about it for a moment. To an outsider, or perhaps to anyone but Ronin, Diana would seem rather irritable towards the boy. But, in the Bliss boy's mind, it was something familiar, something that he was used to and liked. He liked teasing and riling up others, and his manager was no exception.

The twenty-one year old shrugged nonchalantly, replying, "I know, but I made an effort." He beamed brightly before going on, "Anyways, Diana's just stressed out. Seems like she knows more about Sam's boyfriend than I do, Ian did you say? Plus, she's trying to act like she doesn't care about the end of our engagement." He laughed slightly at that, as the 'engagement' he was referring to was merely a joke, never meant to be taken seriously. Ronnie found the proposal of a wedding to not matter much, and if he ever actually did decide to pop the question to someone, he'd do it in a perfectly serious manner without a childish grin pasted on his face. As more and more people were approaching the bar, the Bliss child figured it was time to be his occupation, and serve drinks. He smiled apologetically at Ares, as he actually would've liked to converse with him more, but the idea of talking to anyone for a long time without being interrupted by a demand for alcohol seemed impossible at the moment. The boy went down the line of clubbers, sometimes merely pulling out a Miller beer or making more time requiring drinks, such as a sidecar, daiquiri, or the ever famous martini.

Ronin worked the customers the best he could, making a few lines of chit chat here and there, and as always, wearing a pleasant smile. He received a few tips here and there, and as it was an open bar, no one paid for the actual alcohol. Instead, they paid for Ronnie's attitude, or the taste of the drink. It wasn't a big matter for the twenty-one year old, however, as he wasn't one for money. As he had already worked a shift and had a street performance that same day, the boy felt he had already earned a lot of money for that evening. In fact, Ron was so unmotivated by currency, he preferred to play his instrument in a park. Even so, the dark haired boy smiled gratefully as a blond male slipped him a five and two singles. Moving his gaze slightly to the left, his dark green eyes were then focused on a dark haired woman, blue eyes to match her aquamarine dress. She, if nothing else, was exquisite. It was something that Ronin couldn't deny, nor did he want to. He liked to notice when someone was out of the ordinary looking, but preferably only for best. Taking a rag and wiping up a small puddle of vodka he had spilled earlier on his work counter, the male leaned forward and questioned the girl, trying the best to project his voice over the music that had just started blaring, "What can I get you, dear?"

[x3 U S A G I]

Vanessa Amerie Sanchez

People marching to the drums. Everybody‘s having fun to the sound of love.

Vanessa gazed up at the bartender, noticing that he was suddenly much closer than he had been when she last looked over. A moment ago he was on the other end of the bar, but now he was right in her face. He was a rather attractive male up close, and Vanessa began to stare for a moment. The thought of her staring crossed her mind, causing her to shake her head slightly and attempt to answer his question.

"Um, I'd like a---" her voice trailed off. Suddenly, Vanessa became aware that she had no idea what she wanted. She reached up and tugged on the ends of a section of black locks. Her face twisted slightly as she contemplated what exactly she wanted. Her mind drew a blank. "Well, bartender," she leaned over the bar slightly, giving him a grin, "What exactly do you suggest?"

Ugly is the world we‘re all in. If I‘m right, then prove me wrong.

[m o o s i e p o p s]

Я ο η ί η Я α ρ ђ α ε ℓ β ℓ ί ς ς;;
ίмα ġοηηα ьυγ γου α ∂яαηκ̣̣̣̣

The male removed his eyes from her for a moment to toss the rag he was using to clean up after himself into a hamper placed under the counter top. As he rotated on his left foot back to face Nessa, he pressed his lips slightly out as he snatched up the drink menu from the stone. Ronin's face eased into a slight smile as he examined it for a few seconds, scanning over the drink titles. "French Monkey, Orange Whip, Sidecar, Dreamsicle thing, Crackhouse," The boy read aloud, tutting his tongue as he went further down the list. The Bliss then, slapped it down before the girl, careful not to hit her. His green eyes took a moment to adjust to reading upside down as he ran his finger up the list, saying, "Perhaps you'd like something like a Latin Love? Or Cosmo? Girls tend to like them better, they're kind of fruiter." Ronnie flipped it over to the other side, and read aloud, "Seduction on the Rocks, Sex on a Beach-"

Now, Ronnie wasn't the most pure boy in the world. In fact, he had perverted tenancies, and his mind was always in danger of falling into the gutter. This time was no exception. Whether it be because of a drink's called that, or he'd simply heard the word, it made no difference. Ronin Bliss was now thinking dirty. He stared at the ingredients, bobbing his head as he mentally checked off each one. As soon as he was certain that he had the ingredients, if needed for that one as well as the other ones, the Portuguese mix looked back up at Nessa's face. "You know, that must be really awful, with the whole sand and shells. Now the drink, it's actually quite good. But then there's a Sex at My House, which is with pineapple juice and raspberry liqueur, as well as Amaretto Di Saronno. Any of that's good." He grinned playfully. The boy was quickly distracted though, as someone called for a Corona. As it was Ronnie's job to serve the public and give them their dose of alcohol, the boy was only too happy to oblige. He opened a drawer of a giant fridge under the counter top, and tossed it to the customer. Luckily, they caught it with ease and shouted their thanks. Ronnie merely grinned his usual grin and redirected his attention back at Nessa. "Need anymore help or something?" He closed the fridge drawer as he said this.

[x3 U S A G I]

Vanessa Amerie Sanchez

People marching to the drums. Everybody‘s having fun to the sound of love.

Vanessa smirked at the bartender, "So this Sex At My House drink, is that an actual drink or are you just hitting on me? Because you know, I'm quite fine with either one." Settling herself back into her bar stool, her eyes skimmed the menu, eying each drink carefully. Being in a strange place with many people that she didn't know, the Portuguese mix did not want to get too drunk. After all, Ian would never forgive her if she made a fool of herself at Sam's party.

"But seriously, I need something that's not too strong. I'm kind of sharing a bus with the birthday boy and boyfriend, and I don't want to get too drunk. Ian would murder me." The girl gave the bartender a small, almost flirtatious smile as she passed the menu back to him.

[[God, I can't make long posts tonight =3=]]

Ugly is the world we‘re all in. If I‘m right, then prove me wrong.

[m o o s i e p o p s]

Я ο η ί η Я α ρ ђ α ε ℓ β ℓ ί ς ς;;
ίмα ġοηηα ьυγ γου α ∂яαηκ̣̣̣̣

Ronnie grinned broadly, glad that she wasn't raising her eyebrows and not finding his humor funny at all. She seemed to be a nice enough girl, a little flirtatious, but that was nothing new to the boy, as he was himself. The bartender shrugged, mock innocent with a hint of a smile working its way onto his lips. "I haven't a clue what you were talking about. But if I was being flirtatious, I'd have to say that tonight wouldn't work, as my little sister's there tonight. Don't want to let her to be emotionally scarred now, would we?" His grin now full-blown, Ronin turned his back and grabbed the pineapple juice and raspberry liquor and measured them out. With a few minor adjustments, it would be a Safe Sex at My House.

The boy danced slightly as he tossed the capped bottles around, doing a trick here or there for his own amusement. Work was a rather tedious thing in the eyes of the Bliss, and even the small distractions of trying to catch a bottle a few times would suffice sometimes. As Ronnie put in the last ingredient to the dirty sounding drink, he spun on heel and presented it to Nessa, sliding it towards her in typical bartender style. "Take a sip and tell me, how's the safe sex?" He asked, smirking slightly. Remembering his job was not only to her, the male looked around for any thirsty or in need of alcohol folk. There didn't seem to be any, at least any that were staring him down, trying desperately to communicate telepathically that they needed a drink. That alone seemed good enough for the Bliss, and he went back to leaning slightly on the counter top.

[x3 U S A G I]

Vanessa Amerie Sanchez

People marching to the drums. Everybody‘s having fun to the sound of love.

Vanessa grabbed a hold of the glass that was slid her way. Watching it being made had been quite the show. Ronnie had done a few bar tending tricks that had made it all that much more fun to watch. Of course, it helped that Ronnie was a nice looking guy. As she brought the glass towards her lips, she peered at Ronnie over the rim of the glass. The glass was placed back on the bar once more.

The raven haired female found that she had to talk louder than normal to get her voice over the music. She grinned at Ronnie and leaned over the bar, getting closer to the bartender, "Tastes pretty good to be safe. By the way, I don't think I ever got your name."

She nestled back down into her stool and took another sip of her drink. To be considered "safe," it tasted rather nice. Only Vanessa knew it had to be safe. If it wasn't, she knew she would already be beginning to feel something off it, and for now she felt nothing. Nonetheless, she was having a rather interesting time at the bar. Briefly, she wondered when the the presents and things of that nature would start.

Ugly is the world we‘re all in. If I‘m right, then prove me wrong.

[m o o s i e p o p s]

Я ο η ί η Я α ρ ђ α ε ℓ β ℓ ί ς ς;;
ίмα ġοηηα ьυγ γου α ∂яαηκ̣̣̣̣

Checking his cell phone momentarily for the time, and as soon as he saw that it was only about eight back inside his pocket it went. Pushing up his striped button up's sleeves, the boy flashed a charming grin at Nessa and pretended to be dead serious as he said, "It's George. George Smith." It was the most utterly boring and horrendous name that Ronnie could think up on the spot, and he turned his head away from her slowly and spun his head around fast to flip his hair in the process. His mouth came up into an expression of teasing and continued on, "What's your name, Miss?"

He, then, leaned closer, and whispered, or at least attempted a whisper in the noisy club, "My serial code is 719-387-6798, and I'm with Organization oh-oh-seven-six. Are you Agent-" He paused for a moment, and looked over his companion once, his eyes falling on the drink he had just prepared, "Virgin?"

{{o o c;; SHORTEST RONNIE POST IN HISTORY. ;___;
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d i s c l a i m e r;; do not call that number! }}

[x3 U S A G I]

Vanessa Amerie Sanchez

People marching to the drums. Everybody‘s having fun to the sound of love.

"Agent Virgin?" questioned Vanessa, raising an eyebrow slightly, "Nah, love, I was sent here to---" She grabbed the bartender's shirt collar, pulling him closer to her face and lowered her voice. With a sinister grin, she continued, "take you away, if you know what I mean." Letting the boy's collar go, she leaned back in her chair and observed her nails. Her head cocked to the side, and her eyes focused back in on the boy. As hard as she tried to maintain a stone face, a smile crept across her lips.

"So, George, where's Mrs. Smith?" she questioned, vaguely hoping the boy did not have a girlfriend. She certainly was having a fun time with him.

Ugly is the world we‘re all in. If I‘m right, then prove me wrong.

[m o o s i e p o p s]

Я ο η ί η Я α ρ ђ α ε ℓ β ℓ ί ς ς;;
ίмα ġοηηα ьυγ γου α ∂яαηκ̣̣̣̣

Ronnie straightened out his shirt and collar, trying desperately to keep a professional face, one of a secret agent. However, Ronin was a cheerful male, and not smiling was a difficult task. Because of this the corners of his lips kept on tugging upwards and immediately downwards in his effort. He looked out into the group of people, and said like a soap opera star, very slow and dramatic, "She called off the engagement only a few hours ago. She's found someone else." He snapped his face towards Nessa, "You can't take me away, I have a show to put on."

The boy got very serious, and very solemn. Ronnie said, "I'm looking for my partner in crime, Agent Virgin. Did one of you get her?"

{{o o c;; short. i gotta go to bed. }}

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Mischa had somehow made her way to the bar at the club. None of the guests held her interest, so she decided to plop herself somewhere away from them. The bartender seemed to be distracted by Nessa, so Mischa took over a stool near some handsome raven-haired boy. Sitting down, she fidgeted slightly. She hadn't really worn a dress since she'd come to America, and the feeling of the white plastic chiffon underneath the silky skirt felt strange against her legs. "Daym sheefon. Daym dreesses.." She muttered under her breath, her Russian accent strong in her frustration. Giving up on adjusting her dress with a 'harumph', she slouched with her chin in her hand, elbow on the bar. Her hair, which had been pulled into a neat bun for a while, was now starting to fall out a bit. Mischa managed to make herself look like a bit of a mess. It was almost unlike the princess.


Feel the r a i n on your skin
No one else can f e e l it for you
Only y o u can let it in
No one e l s e, no one else
Can speak the w o r d s on your lips
Drench yourself in words u n s p o k e n
Live your life with a r m s wide open
Today is where you book b e g i n s
The r e s t is still unwritten