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 Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2009 7:51 pm
"Scotch. On the rocks."
Darryl was trying to be conspicuous. Of course, with neon green hair, it was a feat that wasn't too easy. His wings were pressed to his back, covered by a simple black long jacket that was worn and frayed. The day had been long. Hell, the past few months had been long. Each day seemed to drag on, and on, and on, and on, and... well. You know.
Shawnie hadn't exactly been the cheeriest lady as of late. With each day she seemed to be getting a bit more... Well. Bitchy was one way to put it, but Darryl had learned that it wasn't something that he should think about his love. Nevertheless...
He was here now. In a crumby bar in the bad part of town. The place smelled like vomit, cheap alcohol, and day old peanuts. The people were loud, the music from the insufferable jukebox in the corner was terrible, and the lights buzzed annoyingly from above.
A perfect place to just disappear...
As his drink was handed to him, Darryl Escarda stared down at it for a few long moments before taking it firmly in his grasp and spinning his swivel chair around to examine the room further.
He hated this place.
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Posted: Tue Jan 20, 2009 7:14 pm
Santos shrugged his shoulders up to defend his neck as he darted between dancing drunkards. A black hoodie bagged around his thin form, and knee-cut skinny jeans adorned his pale legs. His nike squeaked on the wet floor and he cringed slightly, trying not to think about what he was probably stepping in with his new, bleach white shoes.
He twirled into a stool gracefully a tapped on the counter a few times before he got the bartender's attention. "Just a water for now."
He rest his forhead on the counter for a moment until he felt a cool wet solid being pressed to his hand. He took the bottle of water from the bartender, blinking as he heard something about sanitizing his face. "Uh... thank you." He coughed after a moment.
With a sharp twist of his wrist the cap of the bottle game off easy and he took a small sip of the liquid. The water was just to calm his nerves for now. He'd get a drink in a few minutes.
He'd been out clubbing with his friends, but soon, one by one, they all managed to pick up girls and the group of 5 soon became a group of 6, then 7, 8, and finally 9. The guys had urged Santos to find a girl, but it just didn't seem right to him. He wanted to find a girl the proper way, not pick up some whore off the dance floor.
He snuck away without much noticed and disappeared into the throng of people. Being human, he didn't stand out much and found that it was easy to 'lose' whoever you were with. In this case, that seemed to be a good thing.
He flipped his white bangs out of his eyes and scanned down the counter with his icy eyes until the bright green hair of another man caught his attention. He stared for a little while, taking in his appearance. "He doesn't seem too happy." Santos muttered to himself.
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 7:59 pm
The fae had noticed when the other man walked in with his group of friends, but didn't pay much notice. Darryl instead paid notice to those on the dance floor, consisting of what he assumed to be 65% drunks, 5% druggies, 30% sober. 55% college students, 45% other. 60% male, 40% female. His calculating eyes scanned over each person until he heard the voice from his side.
His nose wrinkled as bright green eyes flicked to the corner of her eye before he looked forward once more, the glass raising to his lips. The muttering he heard clearly with ears a mortal couldn't have.
"You wouldn't be too happy either if your girlfriend has the temper that only a woman carrying twins can have." Darryl snorted and shook his head before turning his head towards the other.
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Posted: Sun Feb 01, 2009 1:33 pm
Santos froze for a moment. Relaying the words he'd just heard over in his head a few times. He hadn't spoken that loud had he?... And yet the man could only possibly be talking to him.
Santos quickly let his muscles relax and a small smile play onto his lips, as if nothing had even shocked him. He spoke a little louder than his mutter, though now he wasn't so sure he needed to. "Twins? I'd expect she has every right to get a temper. That's a lot of weight to carry."
He looked back at the green haired man. Something seemed so... unnatural about him. Not that Santos let that show on his features. He played with his water bottle and kicked his feet like the childish man he was, playing like everything was fine and dandy.
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