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 Posted: Sun Nov 27, 2011 6:02 pm
 ♞ Tate • Michael • O'Ballivan Tate was happy to have a new guy friend on the island. Sure, he got along with people well enough but one of his closest friends, Pip, had left without looking back some time before - and the fact that he wasn't involved with his kid's life made Tate disappointed. But hell, it wasn't his life. He was happy being around for Brody. But back to the conversation with Conor.. The more he talked, the thicker his accent seemed to get. And since it was normally that thick unless he made the effort to tone it down he missed seeing the confusion in Conor's eyes. But at his apparent 'enthusiasm' for wanting to ride Tate just had to smile. And it was a big smile, one that managed to make him look sexy and friendly at the same time. "Well whenever I get a bit 'a time I'll probably call one of my brother's and see if they can bring the horses down. I'd have to talk to a local farmer or somethin' to figure out getting feed and all but it's not hard to learn. Ya'all can get the first couple lessons. Make a whole day outta it. Bar-B-Q and the whole deal." The happiness radiating from the man was contagious, he was excited to get his horses, he missed the big babies, and sooner he could get them the better. "I've gotta 'bout three horses, two sweeter 'en the others. But there's plenty'a land 'round here I don' think anyone'd have a problem with the horses." With a shrug he moved back momentarily to the gym conversation - he didn't much care if someone didn't like the horses. They could go through him before anything would happen. "An I'll probably go tomorrow mornin' to work out, I usually to weights and stuff for a while to warm up then do some runnin'. But if you've gotta get stuff done at work, I'd be fine on my own. You could bail on me this time." With a laugh he grabbed his phone out of his pocket again and shot off two texts, one to each brother, asking to give him a call whenever they had a chance. He wanted his horses damnit.
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Posted: Thu Dec 01, 2011 1:00 am
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2011 8:05 pm
♞ Tate • Michael • O'Ballivan With a smile Tate thought fondly of his brothers. "Yessir. I've got two'a 'em. And a sister. I'm the oldest, then it's Kyle, Cole, and the baby's Kate. An yeah it's a good time ridin' or learnin' how. It's a responsibility thing too if they enjoy it." With a small shrug he grabbed his water again a took another sip - the headache was long gone now. With a buzz Tate put his water down and retrieved the phone from his pocket seeing his brothers' responses. "Seem's that Kyle's busy with his new baby and wife. But Cole's takin' a break from rodeo and volunteered to bring the horses. I may convince him to stay in town. He like's small town life. Who knows." Sending off a quick response to each brother Tate put his phone away and took another small swig of water. "It'll be good to have 'em 'round - if he decides to stay that is. He's the closest brother I've got. Were too damn much alike." With a mischievous smile crossing his tanned face Tate thought of all the trouble he had gotten into with his brother. "Although he wouldn' stay with me and 'Manda and Brody. He'd rather be able to come an' go as he pleased. So I may send 'em you're way if he needs a place to stay - over at the Inn." It seemed that this new friendship with Conor was one where Tate would be doing a lot of talking. It was unusual for the man to talk as much as he had that night. But that was the way it was when you could get him out of his shell a tad bit. He shot the breeze with the best of 'em so to speak.
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2011 11:43 pm
Conor wasn't really thinking very clearly at this point. In fact, his mind was to the overloading awesome point he often got with Keith, when he stopped thinking and just jumped the guy like a good husband did to his wife..other.. husband.. or whatever. Fiance. He didn't care. Point was, if they didn't have a bar separating them, Conor would have just found every opportunity possible to point Tate to the bathroom so they could do what needed to be done. But, thankfully, he wasn't that libido-driven. Just enough that getting home to Keith suddenly became a top priority. He stood up from his stool, “'Kay', ********, yeah, 'kay – I'll, uh, watch for him. I've gotta go.. back home to the wife and s**t – probably wondering why I'm not back home yet.” He paused and forced out half of a laugh, “You know ******** wives – always hounding and s**t like that.” And Conor knew too. He knew SO WELL how wives worked because he totally had one. Yeah. “Uh, we'll see eachother, yeah? So, uh, bye and s**t.” With that, he paid for the drinks he ordered obediently and left awkwardly with a few shouted byes as he got to the door to make sure Tate knew he wasn't ditching him or anything like that.
~ Exit Conor / End Day ~
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Fri Dec 09, 2011 8:41 pm
 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.¶
xxxxThe young man had strolled into his workplace, not ready for work but for a date. He took a leaned stance against the side of the bar as he began to focus. Gabriel's mind was spinning webs of terrors that could arise from this situation. His date was his employer (Alice) - a woman who Gabe interpreted as not so pleased about this whole thing. He assumed he would be turned into some kind of work horse - and not the sexy kind. The type that heaved heavy boxes around and talked as if education had never been part of their life. That was the life Gabe had always avoided and prayed to never ever encounter. Yet again, maybe she liked herself a sexy work horse that she basically owned. Of corse, if this evening had turned out like so many other nights he had been paid for, it would be his cheapest night ever seeing as how he didn't get a dime from it. 'Sleeping around for charity...guess I've done worse.'
Breathing a deep sigh, his blue eyes dragged themselves around the room. It wasn't so busy right now, which could work for better or for worse. Better: he could hear what his company would say. Bad: less distraction if things went sour. There were only so many things he could consider before she came. Yet, no matter what, he would keep his cool head - or so he hoped. Gabe just silently begged his date would come soon and have him the worrisome terror.
¶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 Dec 14, 2011 4:14 pm
  -Alice Ladd-
It really wasn’t any fun to win your employee in a dating bid. Of course Alice wasn’t looking for a date, just someone to put to work. But what fun was it to just put your stripper to that? You ended up paying him anyways… The woman sighed softly as she entered her establishment. She was a bit late since Miah had been feeling a bit sick, probably something she caught at that sleepover… which pretty much delayed finding her stuff when she didn’t have the girl pointing out where it was for her. Oh the girl would be fine at home, besides, Alice still had to figure out what to do with the boy. She scanned the crowd, taking a moment to take a cig for her daily dose, before finding Gabriel near the bar. "Help me decide Mr. Gallus. I was thinking of a bit of chores to be done, unless... you can convince me otherwise?" commented the woman, now standing next to him and continuing her smoking. For a few seconds, her gaze focused on the crowd before settling on the boy. Well young man, but really, she was considerably older. Her hair was normally parted to cover her eye, and tonight was no exception. To this day she still wore an eye patch, she just put more effort to hiding it.
OOC: So sorry for taking so long :< College being sadistic and all.
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Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 10:42 pm
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.¶
xxxxGabe began to relax, finding himself at home in the sinful dwelling. The scent of alcohol passing by him as a rather clumsy lady stumbed her way by. Gabe simply smiled until his eyes fell upon his boss. It was the first time he had seen her face to face. He wasn't sure if he should use his usual grin or if she would find that as childish or perhaps view him as a try-hard. He decided to go with a more modest smile which he felt was more mature.
As she came to rest beside him and adressed him, Gabe gave a small dip of his head as a small bow before answering back, "Lady Ladd, I am your property for the night. Do with me as you wish.I won't fight your demands." He gave her a suddle grin before adding, "Unless you like things a little rowdy." He just prayed this would not get him fired. What would he tell his little brother?
Still he rose to his normal stance and waited for her reply. His body tilting itself to slightly face her.
¶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: Mon Dec 19, 2011 6:33 pm
-Alice Ladd-
Alice had taken a moment to look over her employee. She had seen him every so often when he was working, but she hadn't had the chance to be alone with him. Not that anything would happen anyways. Hm? He was property for the night? "Well to be rather clear, you are my property every night" corrected the woman. Alice raised an eyebrow at his last comment and shook her head. "Now that kid, is a line we are not crossing" said Alice, a rather stern tone at the end that even she hadn't been expecting. Last time it brought her Miah, sure she took the measures to make sure that never happened again but still.
It probably wouldn't kill her to give the boy a break... he was after all her only employee that wasn't NPC, aside from Tate that is, but he'd been around long enough to be considered more than just the bartender, who was just getting her usual drink. It was nothing too heavy, just to enjoy the night. "...Hm..." Alice took a drink, eying the boy as if she was weighing her options. "I figure I could just use some company for tonight" said the woman in the end, meeting Gabriel's gaze. It would probably be off for the male to be met with just one eye, but that was something Alice stopped caring about years ago. She then tilted her head to the side, offering a stool at the bar before sitting down herself. Look at her, deciding to start a conversation with an employee! She desperately needed to get wasted afterwards. No doubt about that.
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 10:28 pm
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.¶
xxxxGabriel simply smiled to her comment. It was true she owned him on a daily basis but that had been a line had been saving for whoever had him. The boy was not surprised when his boss clearly declined his offer. It did make him slightly bow his head and hold his hands out as if he had no objections. His face kept to his grin though. When she told him that only his company she would like, Gabe sighed an imaginary sigh of relief. His soft hands would be safe for another day.
Letting his mind fall back onto the present, Gabe slightly hinted his head to the left and sat. His voice calm as he answered, "You must forgive me. I'm used to the more exotic jobs." He dared to look over to her for a moment, ensuring she was not upset by his forward comments. Moving on, the boy ordered two drinks: one for him and one for her. He knew it would cost him breakfast tomorrow but that was worth being a gentleman. He smiled and looked to her, "You don't mind a drink, do you?"
¶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: Sun Dec 25, 2011 11:56 am
-Alice Ladd-
Ah, the boy was harmless. Alice merely shrugged at his reaction, taking a hit of her cigarette while she did so. "More exotic jobs? More so than working in a strip club?" She wanted an answer to that really. Or rather what he had been expecting. Oh she knew what he was expecting, any single person with illusions did, but yeah she was looking for a work mule. It's no fun if it's their employees though. "Just one. I need a clean head until the end, then it's open bar" commented the woman, nodding at that ever so slightly. Of course that didn't mean the bartender wouldn't be billing him if he did the same. Alice had a business to keep up. "Now... any reason why you decided to be at a strip club, in an island in the middle of nowhere?" Right then they got their drinks, to which Alice wasted no time taking a first sip at.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2012 11:29 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.¶
xxxx"Ah, just things that can't be taxed." He grinned as he skirted around the issue. His side jobs were obviously illegal in most of the world, except for perhaps Amsterdam, but that was another story all together. Yet the drinks were soon delivered and the man passed his company her glass. His word came smooth as he looked out into the crowd around the room, "Stripping is the only legal thing I do well. As for why this island, well, let's just say I have a few old debts to repay and this is where they led me." He smiled moving his attention back onto Alice, "But I'm sure I'm not so different than so many others who take up this profession of skin." He wasn't hinting to any of her history since he knew very little of it; however, she had her past of strippers with their own stories.
¶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: Sun Jan 22, 2012 5:08 pm
- For the sake of wrapping up, they had a rather cordial conversation and that's that. ^.^; -
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 8:58 am
 xxxTɑliɑ Vɑlhɑlxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx»» foreign scientist◄◄  OOC:
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 2:52 pm
Either way, Benedek didn't question it. He grunted at her question, not caring if she believed he was the type to work here or not. He only headed for the light switch while she was dumbfounded over whatever and flicked it on, the building artificially bright once again. As he continued on towards the bar, the man decided to answer her second question with a shrug, “Alcohol? I don't know.” He paused as he got behind the counter, kneeling down to glance at the various bottles there. After a split second of contemplation, he picked up a tall bottle of green liquid and held it up for her to see, “This. Melon liqueur. You can have some of this or I can see what else is here. ..Benedictine? Some gin..? Uh, vodka?” He listed off what he could see as he searched for some glasses, giving up on giving her a menu when he found a couple shot glasses. It worked. He poured himself one using the melon liqueur and sipped, pleased at the flavor for once. Almost sickeningly sweet~ Good for him.
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2012 4:53 pm
xxxTɑliɑ Vɑlhɑlxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx»» foreign scientist ►►Talia watched Benedek with a studying eye as the man made himself at home around the bar. Her blue eyes following his face as he prepared his own drink, "Honestly, I'll have whatever you're willing to make. I like surprises." Her lips formed a small smile. The girl couldnt' help but feel a cold rejection from this man. This seemed almost...forced for him to be out with her. The scientist began to measure up what she should do. Asking him straight out about his current mood would seem too bold for the good listener Talia had planned to play; yet again, good wasn't always her most defining characteristic. While lightly reshifting her weight on the stool, the blonde decided to slowly drop a line, "So what made you want to try out this whole blind date thing anyways?" Her attention held onto his face as if trying to solve a puzzle, or really the motives of a man which Talia always had a hard time understanding.
◄◄ OOC:
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