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High-functioning Marshmallow
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 Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 4:28 pm
He cleared his throat to prevent himself from coughing or some sissy s**t like that, “Uh, yeah, ******** – can see that. It's.. cool and s**t. You have a kid?” He switched topics quick as he noticed how boring he was getting – ********, Conor was usually way more interesting here! “I have a couple of kids too and a wife too – uh.” No, wait.. ...Oh, ******** it, he wasn't going back now that he blurted that out. “..Yeah. A wife. So, uh –” He stopped as the guy left after rubbing his forehead, leaving Conor frowning. Did he say something wrong? He took a long drink of the rum – he ******** hoped he hadn't. That.. that wouldn't be ******** cool at all. He pursed his lips as he waited to see if Tate would come back, tense with the idea he screwed this up – but then he came back and everything was right again~ He relaxed and grinned, waving off whatever the hell had made Tate force him to wait. “S'all cool. ..You okay? Music bugging you or some s**t like that?” If it was, then, dammit, Conor was going to bust some skulls until someone shut it off. He wasn't having a crappy stripper dance ruin his best afternoon ever.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2011 5:55 pm
 ♞ Tate • Michael • O'Ballivan A tad bit surprised that someone had a nugget of concern for him, that he didn't know at that, Tate stopped rubbing his head. With a bashful smile he answered him. "Nah, music's fine. I worked out too much earlier and didn' have 'nough water. It'll go 'way in a bit. Thanks though." Slightly embarrassed he blushed slightly and rubbed the back of his head. Not quite knowing what to say he wondered what to talk about. He wasn't big on small talk, but the guy looked like he wanted to talk. He had a couple things he like to talk about, cars, horses, working out, bartending, and his family. But since he didn't know this guy he didn't want to come across as a huge cowboy. Considering most people assumed cowboys were stupid. So he reverted back to bartender conversation. "I'm not much'a rum drinker my'self, I do whisky more but more often then not I'm good with a beer in my hand." Smiling he thought about a song he had heard on the radio by Eric Church. Wondering why he just couldn't come up with anything to talk about Tate tried a new subject. "Speakin' a' workin' out earlier, I'm looking for a new person to work out with. You ever head out to the gym and work out any? I usually go with my wife but I need 'a go with a guy at some point." With a laugh he realized it sounded odd but he hoped it came across that he just wanted to make a guy friend to work out with, not anything else. Shiftin' a little bit he shifted weight to his other leg and recrossed his boots.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 10:40 pm
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxG a b r i e l G a l l u s
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¶Holler back for a planned attack
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxon this unsuspecting town.¶
xxxxBy the time Gabriel had made his way out of the changing room, his heart was ready for the stage: pumping quickly and excitedly. Taking a breath, he realized that this would be his first show at The Windmill and he wanted to make the best impression - especially since the lovely Yuri would be seeing him. If all went as planned, all other women in town would know his name by the end of the week. That was the goal at least.
Breathing another long breath, Gabe cleared his minds of his hopes. He would have to calm down to ensure his success. However, as his heart began to slow, a man backstage tapped him on the shoulder and told him to get moving. Gabriel nodded, smirked and marched out from behind the curtains. His song came on, slowly and quiet before picking up speed. The man followed the song, strolling onto the stage dressed in a mock police's uniform. His head slightly hinted to the side as he nonchantly walked up the middle of the stage, his hands going first to the buttons of his shirt as he swayed to the music. He wore a sure grin on his face as he performed. His blue eyes surveying every corner of his crowd. He hoped that he would see Yuri; however, he wouldn't hold his breath. Either way, he knew he must do this show right or not at all.
¶We may be lookin pretty but we make an aweful sound,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt's you and it's me and
thats all we'll ever
need.¶xx  xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOOC:
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 11:36 pm
He was about to ask Tate what he liked when the man decided to speak himself, causing Conor to pale slightly at his mistake. “Uh, ********, yeah, dude, same here – ********, rum is..” He couldn't call it s**t, could he? Not after Tate had watched him gulp it down.. “..s'not as good as whiskey. Whiskey's ******** awesome. Not as ******** awesome as beer.” He added, careful not to specify which beer. He wasn't going to make the same mistake of assuming his likes were at all like Tate's! He made sure not to touch the rum after that, already having his fill of screwing up. It would probably be smart to ask for a cup of whiskey to prove that he wasn't lying, but, then, Tate would walk away and he didn't need that s**t! If he could, he would be behind the counter, standing next to him and looking cool because they were going to be best ******** friends. Oh, yes, Conor already had decided this. Tate would have to just realize how cool Conor was and how no one would ever understand Tate like Conor. Not even his wife or the son that should be Conor.
Creepy thoughts aside, Conor went into overdrive when Tate had to offer his next lines up as smooth as can be. The man's throat clenched for a second before he broke out into an excited grin, “I need a guy to go with and you're ******** perfect.” He had never said anything more sincere to a man who wasn't Keith right then and he was ******** happy that he got the chance to too~
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 8:30 am
♞ Tate • Michael • O'Ballivan When talking about how his headache came about, Tate didn't give much reaction to Conor's downfallen expression. He honestly hadn't seen it, or at least processed it as being bummed about the headache. When he had stretched out to show muscles apparently, Tate didn't much react. "You've got some muscle tone, but I woulda' believed you at you're word bud." With a smile he rolled up one shirt sleeve a little bit and flexed. "Got'a bit mor'e 'en you but I worked on a farm for most'a my life. You build muscle real quick that way." Rolling his sleeve down some Tate smiled and then noticed Conor had pushed his glass of rum away a bit. Walkin' down the bar a'ways he grabbed a random bottle of whisky and a new lowball glass. Not wanting to assume that he and Conor had the same taste he had grabbed what most people ordered when they came in for whiskey. Walking back down he poured a neat two fingers of it and put the bottle back and took the rum glass. Being efficient at his job he cleaned the glass quickly and left it to dry on a towel under the bar top. "I usually go int'a the gym in the morning if I'm not walkin' my son to school. But I'm 'a mornin' person'. Not everyone is. If you wanted to go we could go whenever, doesn't much matter to me." With a small shrug he took another sip of his water, glad the pounding of drums in his head had settled down some to tapping drums - not much better, but some. Capping the bottle he tried to think of something else to talk about. But he was at a loss as to what to say to this man.
ooc; It's midget sized, sorry Serend. :<
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Posted: Fri Nov 18, 2011 9:04 am
While his friend was off being seduced, June directed his attention to the bartender and some older guy who waltz in. People watching was once again paying off. Whoever this lunatic was... Well he was goddess-damn hilarious. Cursing every which way. Speaking incoherently. Saying the stupidest things. Did people like this really exist? Man, June had to get out more that was for sure. Though, he wished that the people he did go out with at least stayed out with him. He scanned the place over, the redhead being no where to be found. And of course, his lovely lady Yuri was being wooed by some random guy next to him. Wasn't June the one invited out? His eyes moved back to his companion next to him, wondering how things were playing out. Luckily just in time to witness something... Truly amazing. Now, the blonde was fairly good at keeping a poker face. He took a sip of his drink to keep like seeming like he was paying attention. But... But, this was to much. And the bubbles forming from his mouth to his drink showed that, along with the small smirk that was appearing behind the glass. Was this guy for real?
Once the stripper had left, and was clean out of sight, June slammed his drink on the counter. He breathed in for a second and then waited another. Finally, he busted into a loud obnoxious laugh that he had been holding in around the 'I hope you'll remember my face'. "I'll be looking for you in the crowd,'" He imitated in a reprieve of laughter, only to continue immediately after wards. At this point he knew Yuri was probably back and focused on him, the whole bar probably was. And yes, laughing at some random guy is not the nicest of things. But hey, this wasn't something you got to witness everyday. "He even kissed your hand!" Where did this guy learn his romance? From the renaissance? That was amazing! To think someone still had the guts to say stuff like that... Well, that guy deserved a medal. It was definitely something to be commended on. And after June's laughter subsided a little, he patted Yuri on the back. His face now setting to a pleased smirk, "He's even smoother than you are." The blonde knew very well he was digging himself into a whole. Oh well.
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 1:00 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 9:48 am
June couldn't help what was going to happen next. The couple drinks he had helped him decide that the benefits of teasing her more outweighed the consequences. Keeping that smug smirk of his, he leaned onto her with his shoulder, "You sure know how to pick them, eh?" He wasn't going to address the him do better thing. He wasn't skilled in the art of romance after all. Never even had a girlfriend. But, oh well. He leaned his head in to see her face, still buried in her hands. He reached over and pinched the bit of cheek that showed, just hard enough for her to lift her head. And when she did, "And look at you, all embarrassed." He let go and snickered a bit, shifting himself back into his seat. "You must be on cloud nine," June's last comment was of course, filled to the brim with sarcasm. He could tell Yuri was obviously distressed, and that he was the last person she wanted to have seen what just happened. But, this was the reality of the situation, and June wasn't going to be any more... He wouldn't even try to be sensitive about the situation. It was damn funny what happened. And that's why he laughed one more time.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 10:58 am
“Dude, a farm? Like, ********, with.. animals and s**t?” He piped up eagerly as he realized Tate had mentioned it, “Did you ride horses and s**t like that?” He even didn't mind imagining the man on a horse~ It was only a true cowboy who could ride one of those monsters! ********, this was awesome. He had plans to go to the gym with – ah, hold up. “And, uh, yeah, yeah, we can go whenever – you want my number? Just give it a call, ********, whenever. Anytime. I'm not that busy.” After hassling a fellow NPC bar-goer for a pen, he dragged a napkin over and jotted down the numbers he somehow had managed to memorize despite his aversion to giving it out to anyone.
(( That's not midget-sized! That's good, normal size! D< <'3 ))
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Posted: Sat Nov 19, 2011 11:58 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 3:10 pm
June's laughter died done but kept his joyous smirk. The girl needed to lighten up a bit. Though, the blonde guessed he could understand. It must be embarrassing to be made fun of just because a guy thought she was pretty. His childish smile settled to a mild one and he scooted away from Yuri so she was no longer leaning on him. "I'll see what I can do," He reassured her, placing his hand on her shoulder and squeezing it lightly. Then wrapped his hand around her and gave a slight hug. Afterwards he raised his glass with his other hand and knocked it against hers, "Just drink and forget all about it." Not the best advice. But, hopefully she would forget about him being sweet on her just now as well. Wouldn't want her to think he was attracted to her. God would that be a mistake. He could only think of how haughty she would be thinking that he was head over heels for her. June cringed and took a sip from his drink. What a nightmare that would be. But, for now, he would be nice. The great June King was a kind and passionate man after all. Though, with certain situations, he was less than accommodating...
And that situation was about to arise. As the little romantic comedy was unfolding at the bar, Maverick had already been creating quite a scene. Already finishing his 4th glass of room and 5th beer, the man was staggering from seat to seat by the stage. 'Flirting' with whatever man or woman that entered his line of sight. And of course, yelling at any waiter or waitress that had the nerve to ask him to leave. He was a paying costumer! Damn it he was going to have fun! Just like every night! But! This night was different. The redhead laughed oddly as he tried to make his way back to the bar. "Juuuuuuuunnnnne~" He let out as he remembered how his roommate was here with him. He got up behind the two as they sat at the bar and wrapped his arms around the two of them (June had already released his grip on Yuri the moment he heard Mac). "You guys having a good time?" Mac asked with a large smirk. He had an amazing ability to speak coherently when he drank. It was really an amazing skill. But soon, the man changed his attention to the woman, giving her a devilish grin, "I saw that stripper eying you down~" He snickered, then slipped his hand down onto her behind, "He's got good taste in women." Of course, June saw that part, leading to a very prompt elbow to the gut for Maverick.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 11:37 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxG a b r i e l G a l l u s
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx→stripper
¶Holler back for a planned attack
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxon this unsuspecting town.¶
xxxxBlinded by the light and greased up, Gabe was almost done. His clothes strewn across the stage with only his police cap and a major part still sheilded. The crowd lively as they would get. A few dollar bills found themselves into his cap before he headed off the stage with his boyish grin spread across his lips. They would be enough to pay for breakfast tomorrow for him and Ben which was all he could ask for. After cleaning himself off and getting back into his day clothes, he picked up his pay and slipped back into the bar. He would have taken another shot at the bar but found that the first woman was still there surrounded by two men with a hand on her bottom. 'Good for her.' He thought with a little smirk. It was a little joke for him. Still, the thought evaporated from his mind as he disappeared from the building.
- EXIT -
¶We may be lookin pretty but we make an aweful sound,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIt's you and it's me and
thats all we'll ever
need.¶xx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxOOC:
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 9:04 pm
♞ Tate • Michael • O'Ballivan In Tate's oblivion, he missed seeing Conor reach out for his muscled arm but that was most likely for the best. He did catch the large drink of whiskey the man had consumed but decided against commenting. He usually sipped his, but again Tate wasn't much to do anything in a hurry. Slow and steady won this man's race. With a charming smile Tate decided to tell Conor about the farm back home. "Yeah, family own's a big ole cattle farm. Most summer's I spent workin' there with my ol' man. Until I decided to rodeo for a whil' an' all that. Got the scars from it too. Them suckers be mean if they catch you. Best to 'void them." With another smile he grabbed his water bottle that was sitting nearby and took another sip, his headache was completely gone now. "An' horses are 'portant to learn how 'ta ride while your knee high. It's not somethin' you need a license for an it's usually more reliable. I've got a couple that I probably should probably bring on island because they aren't gettin' riddin' back at the farm." With a bit of a crease in his forehead Tate wondered if he should try and get his horses before it got any cooler or just wait until spring time. "If I bring 'em on island sooner rather then later I may give lesson's to kids out here if they want 'em. You're welcome to learn too though if ya don't know how. Doesn't make ya less'a man not know how to, most guys don't." Seeing someone needed a refill he meandered his way towards them, excusing himself momentarily from his conversation with Conor. On his way back he grabbed the whiskey bottle and poured a bit more in the glass. Unless the guy said otherwise he would probably cut him off soon. Since he had a wife and kids to go back home to and all. "And yeah I got'a cell, I'll just plug in you're numbers right quick here and give you mine. That way you can get in touch need be." Reaching in one of his back pocket Tate grabbed the small spiral topped notebook he routinely carried, then wrote out his number as well as first and last name and handed over to Conor. "An' I probably wouldn't be some weird hour, considerin' you said you have a wife and kids an' all. Just durin' the daytime sometimes. I'm free most days unless I'm doin' somethin' with my son." With a smile he quickly punched in the number Conor had given him onto his phone and tucked both the notebook and cell back in his pockets after responding to a quick goodnight text from his son.
ooc; This is all I could think of with the working out conversation aha. { x }
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Posted: Sat Nov 26, 2011 5:17 am
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 3:09 pm
Tate had amplified his level of ******** awesome by ten fold when he brought up horses and, without realizing what he was doing, Conor had nodded ecstatically to the offer of lessons. “Yeah! ********, dude, yeah, awesome, I wanna learn! I could bring the family out too and – ********, s**t, that'd be cool.” And his wife! Yeah, then Tate and him could be dads together and bond and do s**t while the wives hanged out in the kitchen and – ********. Keith. Not chick. His stomach twisted slightly as he recalled that little fact. Well.. ********, Keith.. Keith would be cool about it, yeah? He wouldn't.. mind if he.. uh.. Conor would figure that out later. For now, he made plans. “Uh, give me a call when you get the ********>” Demons? Monsters? ********? Conor wasn't sure what to call horses, so he moved on without a second more of thought on it, “if you get it all set up and s**t. I, uh, got the inn to run and s**t, but, y'know, pretty quiet most of the time and.. yeah. It'd be cool.” That's all he needed to say, right? What else was there to it?
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