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 Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 8:30 pm
 Bela glowered at Alice, "Like I'm sure you'd have one, were I to lift up your skirt?" she smirked, "Really, Alice, how juvenile." she shook her head in the negative, disappointed. Well, she was just as juvenile, if not worst. But hell, let Alice think otherwise.
Carly walked inside first, looking around. The place looked really nice, she thought, with all the lights and all that. Did Matt really come to this? This place looked more like fun than work, which was quite appropriate, now that she thinks about it.
Matthew followed soon after, unfazed. He lifted his arm up to greet Alice, who was accompanied by Bela. "Come on, Talbot, don't tell me your intimidated already." he chuckled, ushering her over to the seats. Watching as she sat down, "Easy, these girls bite." he pointed with his thumb at Alice and Bela, who was coldly assesing Carly at this very moment.
"Would you shut up and work?" Carly replied, sounding quite annoyed. She hated when he got all chatty like that in public, especially when it was all true. She was intimidated! Alice looked scary and Bela... well, her eyes could be very cold.
Matthew only shook his head and chuckled again, "Have you been taken care of?" he asked Nanami, seeing as how she seemed to lean forward the tiniest bit when he arrived and got behind the bar. He also noted the two blondes, the german and the girl.  
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 8:50 pm
Hans worked on finishing his drink. He was waiting for Bela to leave the mysterious one eyed Fraulien before he got up and went up to her. He couldnt stop watching her though, he had barely noticed others had entered into the bar. He had to wonder if she was the owner of this place? Or the head.. stripper? Watching after her girls, in case some sleazy men, not himself, got too touchy feely?
Hans after a few minutes of finished his second drink. He got up and put out his cigarette, a second one. Running his gloved hand through his golden locks Hans approached Alice, not caring anymore if Bela was still there.
"Guten Tag." Hans said as he charmingly smiled, once he had approached the beautiful Fraulien. "Ich habe to komme over und introduce myself, Hansel Veber." Hans said gently as he held out his hand in greeting. "Dein ist ein beautiful Fraulien und ich could nicht leave vithout at least sayingt Hallo." Hans said to her. He probably looked like a foolish foreign a*****e but what could you do?
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 10:24 pm
 Nanami had been watching the others with mild amusement; it was interesting watching all the different flirtations going on between the various people. Eventually people drifted away from the bar, leaving her with less entertainment and thirsting for her drink even more. The shiny beacon of hope, Matt, waltzed in, and Nanami broke into a grin. "Vodka tonic, please~," she said sweetly, resting her chin on her hands in a mockingly childish way.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 10:41 pm
Bela was taken a back by Hans' approach at Alice, feeling quite like a third wheel. She wasn't sure whether to leave or stay and cockblock him, by being a b***h. "Be careful not to give him HIV." she commented to Alice, but then winked at Hans. No hard feelings, it's just banter and playful fun.
"Coming right up," Matthew smiled, he wasn't much of a show, like some bartenders; who make a spectacle. He was usually the trusting-looking fellow that people talked to when they were down. Nothing super flashy. Before Carly even knew it, he was pushing up the drink to Nanami. "For your enjoyment." he commented, leaning his elbows on the bar. "You want anything?" he asked Carly, though he knew her answer.
"No."
Bela, on the other hand, sat right where Hanz had vacated. "Hey, can I get, like, a grey goose?" she asked, her coquettish smile in place. And as he started on the task, she couldn't help but wonder what he was doing with a downer like this girl. "What's your name, anyway?" she asked with fake friendliness, though this wasn't easily obvious.
"Carly, Carly Talbot." Carly responded, twisting her fingers in her lap. She gave a small smile, but she was sure the other girl was just being fake. She was completely fake. The hair, the looks, the attitude. Fake. And that was all fauxdilocks here was getting out of her, what she wasn't sure about, was Matthew. He always had a thing for blondes. And when she gazed back, Bela was already sipping her drink. Eyeing back at her.
But then she turned to the stranger, "And you? What brings you here, stranger?" she asked with more frankness, being more straight-shooter now.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 12:15 pm
❤ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ [ Paprika Pepper Peach Melba ] ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❤  ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❤
Paprika had her arms crossed on the bar counter, and her head on her arms, basically using her arms as pillows. She took a bit, to look up again. "I would like a kamikaze." She ordered, then put her head back down. She was clearly not drunk, just looked sleepy. Why would a tough acting, law breaking, muay thai practicing bad a** girl like her be so tired you may ask? Well she missed nap time, and now she was sleepy.
...Seriously.
❤ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 6:27 pm
 ____________________________________________________________ - Alice 'Madame Mia' Ladd - ____________________________________________________________ ...HIV? Really? Whatever. "Shoo then." Now that she was gone, Alice could finish up her-Oh wait. Damn it. The German was there. Hm... Up close, he's really not that bad. She was never one to keep track for personal reasons... Alice kept a nonchalant air to her, as she watched the German speak, her blue eye keeping contact with his. It really wasn't that hard to understand him... if you knew your ABC's that is. "Is that so?" she replied at his words, a moment later, her own hand, covered by elbow length white gloves, met his own in greeting. "Alice Ladd, is there I anything I can help you with?" added the brunette, after all he was a customer. Now what did Peach say now? Kamikaze-? She HAD to be drunk by now.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 6:59 pm
"Ahh, finally," Nanami smiled with relief as Matt placed the drink down in front of her, winking playfully. She looked over at Carly and Bela, enjoying the juxtaposition of the two types. The brunette didn't seem like the type to hang around bars, especially ones with enthusiastic strippers hanging around. She must have been related to the bartender, why else would she be there? Obviously she wasn't going to drink, and it didn't seem like she was particularly interested in the strippers, either. Oh well, Nanami thought as she took a sip from her drink. Ahh, that was better.
"I take it you don't come to these very often?" Nanami asked Carly with a relaxed smile. The girl looked a little uncomfortable, might as well try to give her something to do for a moment. Her eyes flicked over to Paprika for a moment. The fact that the teenager was wearing such a fake disguise and doing such a shoddy job pretending like she knew what she was doing entertained Nanami to no end. Still, she was ordering a pretty heavy drink for a minor, and she wondered if she should warn the bartender who he was serving. Ehh, maybe she would step in after she finished her drink...
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 7:38 pm
"Ja ist is." Hans said as he released the womans gloved hand. "Ich liebe deins outfit.. ist very... lovely on dein." Hans said he wasnt the best at flirting but he tried. When the woman asked if she could help him he frowned slightly. All he wanted was to talk to the woman. Hm... "Just vanted some gut kompany." Hans said honestly, as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Ich do nicht ztink dein vill.. do ztis, aber vould dein like ein drinkt? Ist on mich." Hans offered gently and sincerely. He smiled handsomely.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 7:43 pm
 How long had they been on that stupid island? About a week. Yeah, a week in hell. Not only was he bored out of his mind, but they couldn’t have found a single drug dealer on the whole island, but their only lead on where to get weed had… well, no pun intended, but had gone up in flame. Who was stupid enough to burn down a whole marijuana plantation! And have the nerve to not invite them. Their own stash of weed was now over. Nothing left. Nada. As for the coke, they had been wise enough not to use it yet. With the weed gone, however, both of them knew that the powder would be used in the next couple days. After that, they would need to go get some directly from the city, which would be a efty price. True, Conor had now a job, but with was he was making, plus the things he was stealing, it was nowhere near enough to pay for it. Keith would have to find a job soon, if they wanted to be able to afford their drugs without cutting on luxuries like food. For the time being, they would have to settle on the next best thing, that is, alcohol. Arriving in front of the bouncer, Keith passed his cig to Conor while he looked in front of his wallet for his ID. The bouncer looked suspicious for a moment (they always were) but let him in. He grabbed back his cig from Conor. Seventy seven left. Good thing they had found a store that sell those. How else would he be able to survive? In life, he needed three things: His Cigarettes, his knife and Conor. He just wasn’t sure in what order. Alcohol and drugs were only second, but got damn more important than anything else in the world.
He walked into the grin house, followed by his friend already pondering if that little shithole of a town would have any decent booze when he stopped right in the middle of the stairs when he noticed something previously unknown to him. ”Dude! It’s a strip club! A ******** strip club! I am so becoming a regular here! First good thing about this dump of a town” He walked down the stair, grinning like a fool. There were various reason for the grin. First of all, there was a bar. Then, they would see hot people naked. And finally, where else than a strip club to get some drugs? The two guys went and sat down at the bar, taking notice of who was there. Some weird old lady with an eye patch (not his type), some really ******** blonde b***h (this one was!), a suitedup blonde dude (passable. Probably better without the glasses), some hot girl who was way too drunk (easy fish were the best fish), a hot bartender (he’d ******** that), a less hot bartender (he’s still tap that), and two other woman that were decent. Yup, he already loved the place.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:16 pm
Carly for a moment, seemed to ignore Nanami, but then she turned and answered, "No," she paused, "I don't fit in with the usual... suspects." she struggled for the word, eyeing Bela with distaste.
Bela was staring at Peach, along with Matthew. The previous kinda smiled, finding Peach's pathetic state kinda funny. Matthew eyed her with disbelief, she was clearly tired, but she wanted to keep drinking? Insane, really. "Are you sure you shouldn't be going home now?" he leaned forward on his elbows, bending his knees to be at her eye-level. Bela chuckled, propping up an elbow and eyeing both Matthew and Peach. Was he actually concerned? Bah, ridiculous!
Carly turned to hear the voice, then rolled her eyes. Making a look at Nanami, clearly, this proved what she meant.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:27 pm
Nanami laughed at Carly's response, even though it wasn't all that funny. Was it the vodka? "Well, it's nice to have some class in here," she said with a grin. A part of her was a little relieved that Matt wasn't going to easily give 'Peach' her order, probably because the more she stared at her, the more she was sure that the girl was around Haruka's age. That was hitting a little too close to home for comfort. Smiling in response to Carly's look, she decided to distract herself from any maternal impulses that were starting to form. "What brings you here, then?" she asked, genuinely interested.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 9:53 pm
Walking outside was spent wondering if someone he knew was here to recognize them – probably worse for Keith – and now he had that whole.. thing.. about the horse. He hadn't realized it back in the city, but the country normally equaled.. way more horses than the city. Meaning. Someone could just.. ride the damned things down the street without any damned warning! That was enough to have him on edge, unless he was indoors, like now. Now, all he could think about was the strippers, possible drugs, and definite ********. Let's see.. blond, redhead, and a brunette. Which was the bartender..? Ah, ******** it. “Hey! Jagerbomb!” He called to one of the group, sitting a few seats down with Keith. One of them should be the bartender.. and one of them would get him his drink. He turned his head about, looking over anyone else inside the club with a frown. Who would be carrying..? The eyepatch could, but she didn't seem like she had much potential.. More of a shot in the dark there.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 10:12 pm
Carly smiled at Nanami, "Class, right," she responded, then looking forward. Hah, class! Class was something she wouldn't define herself with. Walls, venom, shields... she could work with that, but not class. It wasn't that she hated or disliked drinking, moreover she didn't like how she got afterwards. Her mood swings became really unpredictable; very severe. Maybe if she swung for happy emotions, but that wasn't so.
Carly was always in the negative, fighting and cursing the world that was so kind to her; in some aspects, right? She wasn't ugly, she wasn't poor, she couldn't be prejudiced because of her color, her teeth were aligned, average height, etc. Her parents got divorced, big deal. She was followed by Paparazzi on occasion, so what? Matthew constantly fought with her, but wasn't that her fault? Maybe she liked the drama, just maybe.
But to answer the next question, she pointed at Matthew, "Dragged me out, saying I was being... anti-social." she laughed, quite genuinely. That too, was true. She couldn't help but shut out some, but Nanami sounded genuinely interested in her. And she didn't seem to push, either. Slow; she liked that. (I really need to get into this girl's mindset, because she seems like a tough cookie to crack. =P)
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 10:15 pm
Just like Conor, Keith was busy trying to figure who in that bunch would be the one to go talk too for drugs. He immediately scratched the boys in the club. None of them looked like users, even less dealers. The girls, however, showed much more potential. The eye-patch woman just seemed too obvious. Couldn’t be her. The girl behind the bar, perhaps? Nope. There went the employees, but whatever. That blond chick there, however, looked very promising. She seemed like the wild kind of girls. Those who would try anything… or anyone. And damn she was hot. He bend down toward his friend, telling in low voice. ”Us, blondie” That’s all he had to say. He knew his friend would understand what he wanted to do. It was just too bad he didn’t bring any GHB from the city. Those little things made it so much easier to have some fun time… Uh? Jaggerbomb? Oh yeah, alcohol. That was the main reason why they had came here afterall. ”Bloody Ceasar…” He started but then remembered that a lot of people out of the city didn’t knew s**t about it. ”Like a Mary, but with Clamato. Highball glass. Extra Spicy, three times. Lemon Peper instead of Celery Salt. Four dash of Worcester. One spoon of horseradish. One Once of lime Juice. With spicy bean and celery stalk. Add Pickle if you have any. And I repeat, lime, not lemon. Yeah, he was a p***k about his drink, but was it any surprise? Both he and Connor were pricks about everything and he liked his drink done the way he liked it.
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Zemblanity Insomnia Captain
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 6:51 pm
Nanami glanced back over her shoulder at the newcomers, not surprised to find some teenage boys. Lots of newly legal kids came in. She said that like she was here often. During the times she was aching for a drink, there was often a teenager or two. Well, as long as they weren't as young as the blonde girl, she couldn't care either way. Just as long as they didn't get too rowdy. Sometimes Nanami wished there was a bar that had a litte less going on, but you couldn't have your cake and eat it too... Turning back to Carly, Nanami gave herself a mental high five for guessing it right. She and the bartender were related. She looked at them both. Siblings, maybe? Sure, the resemblance didn't go much further than just hair color, but she and her brother looked nothing alike. Genetics could be funny like that. "Well, nice to have you," she said simply, not feeling motivated enough to pry into their personal lives and asking what the relation was; besides, it would probably be more interesting in her head. "I'm Nanami, by the way," she said, taking another drink before turning her entire body towards Carly.
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