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 Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2017 11:37 pm
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 ❝Whєn thєч αrє tσgєthєr, thєrє is α currєnt thαt runs вєtwєєn thєm; likє αn єlєctric chαrgє σn thє vєrgє σf єrupting intσ α pєrfєct stσrm.❞╔═════════════════════════════════════╗
Andrea sorted through the paperwork on her desk, humming a soft tune to herself. She had just finished an appointment with an anxious client and her schedule was clear for the rest of the day. Work was slow in hospitals, the complete opposite of work in a clinic, where you were always busy. But she liked the change. It was better for her health. After she finished with the paperwork, she just had to look for the files on the clients due in tomorrow and take them home with her so she could review them, then she was done. Maybe she could use the extra time off to make some new friends? The thought alone evoked an unladylike snort from the doctor. She didn't like socialising at all and kept most people at arm's length. A pen somehow managed to escape her grasp and slid off the table and onto the floor. With a measured intake of breath, she pushed her chair back and got down onto her hands and knees to fetch the fallen item. Just as she had located the pen and reached out to grab it, her phone went off, shocking her into bumping her head on her desk. Muttering a few dark obscenities under her breath, she straightened, pen in hand, and rubbed her head. With cheeks now pink and hair now mussed, Andrea dug around for her phone and eventually located the device in her lab coat pocket. Slipping the pen behind her ear to free both hands, she unlocked her phone and read the message lighting up the screen. So Alexander was in need of saving, eh? She grinned and typed out a response.
"I'm just finishing up work. Be there shortly. You owe me a drink."
Her original plan was to tease him a little and compare him to a damsel in distress, but at the last minute she decided against it and went with a more practical approach. She really was bad at texting people. Half the time her contacts were convinced that she was a machine, as she never used slang or text talk, and rarely made jokes. With her message sent, Andrea locked her cellular device and slipped it into her coat pocket. Now motivated, her movements were quicker and more precise as she finished the paperwork and found the files needed in record time. The redhead transferred her files and belongings to her bag, hung her coat up in her locker and left the hospital, an excited gleam lighting up her hazel irises. She was glad to have a source of entertainment for a while. Her days became dull when she was left to her own devices without human interaction.
Lifting a hand to catch the attention of a cab driver, Andrea mentally prepared a map of her desired locations and her orders. First she would stop by a bakery to purchase the egg tarts, as well as a few treats for herself, then to a cafe for the coffee. And finally, to Neon Lights, to deliver everything. Alexander definitely owed her a drink or two after this. Now appearing calm and collected, the doctor stepped into a cab and gave the directions.
Around twenty minutes later, Andrea arrived at her final location. Neon Lights. It looked like the kind of establishment she would have frequented a lot with some of her former boyfriends. The comparison left a bitter taste in her mouth, but she smothered it with a bite from her muffin and, after swallowing, she worked up the nerve to enter. Unsure of what kind of coffee her acquaintance -could Alex really be called that?- usually consumed, she had chosen to play it safe and bought a plain black coffee, and had just added sugar sachets and other cafe paraphernalia for extra measure. He better not have any complaints after what she had gone through to get all this. Blowing a stray lock of hair out of her face, Andrea pushed through the door and hovered for a few seconds by the entrance to allow her eyes to adjust to the dim lighting before she made a beeline straight for the bar. Straight for Alexander.
Setting her delivery items down on the bench, she perched herself upon a bar stool, which was actually quite a feat given her small stature. Her gaze skimmed over the other patrons, quickly assessing them without particular interest. It was always good to be aware of one's surroundings.
"Delivery for a bartender in distress."
She called, a small smile gracing her features. She pulled her muffin out of it's bag and set it in front of her before folding her hands neatly in her lap, a habit from her school days. Although it was a little early to drink respectively, Andrea felt that today could be an exception to the rule, as she rarely drank spirits -aside from the one night a year she drank herself senseless. Saint Patrick's Day. A day to celebrate her heritage. Now, the doctor wasn't familiar with the menu, and could only hope that they actually served something suited to her tastes. Maybe she should ask Alex for a suggestion?
"What drink would you recommend, Mr Bartender?"
She ventured, practically sitting on the edge of her seat in an effort to seem taller. Another unconscious habit picked up from her earlier years.
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XXXXXXXXXI dσn’t lσvє hєr αnчmσrє, hє sαчs.
❣ LOCATION → [Neon Lights]
❣ COMPANY → [Alex]
❣ FEELING → [Content]
❣ DATING → [...]
❣ SONG → [Release]
❣ OOC → [I hope this is okay. sweatdrop ]
❝And it is in thє wαч hє sαчs thє wσrd, hєr-thαt tєlls mє σthєrwisє.❞
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Posted: Wed Mar 29, 2017 2:34 pm
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Where. Neon Lights || With. Andrea || Mood. Satisfied
Bank. $983.00 || Status. It's Complicated/Single
Outfit. Work Uniform || Ooc. - - -
Black and Tan. The men ordered black and tan. Alex inwardly cringed. A cocktail of dark beer and light beer. Basically piss. But he was in no place to judge. Just serve. Alexander nodded slowly stepping away from the men to fulfill their order, sliding each tall glass of foamed and evenly layered beer down the bar for each of them. In the process of doing so, Andrea’s voice caught his attention. He looked up quickly to find the red head with his egg tarts and coffee. He flashed her a small smile that lasted just about half a second before being replaced with his usual hardened features and slid the last tall glass of frothy beer to the remaining patron.
The men thanked Alex, in which the dirty blond nodded in response, and waited for all of them to get to their seats before pouncing on the bag of goodies and grabbing the cup of coffee. Spotting creamer and sugar in the bag alongside his coffee, Alexander popped the top off the coffee cup to check the color in suspicion. Good… pitch black. Knowing Andrea, if he had left it up to her on what to put in the coffee, he would’ve been gagging on too-sweet flavored creamer with a hint of espresso. ”Thanks…” He muttered, pouring half a pack of creamer in, stirring it with his pinkie which he then licked as he popped the top back on. Alex took three eager gulps of the coffee, sighed with satisfaction which was later followed with a groan – his glasses fogged up by the coffee steam.
“What drink would you recommend, Mr. Bartender.”
”Mr. Bartender?” He’d repeat, furrowing his brows as he wiped the fogged lens against his chest, ”Uhh… White Russian? B-52? Jack and Coke?” He was listing off his favorite drinks. The ones he had made so often at home he practically perfected the craft. But Alexander paused, not so sure she’d enjoy the taste of any of them. He stared at Andrea for a bit, sliding on his glasses before breaking the silence, ”Chocolate Cake Shooters are sweet. Vanilla Vodka, Hazelnut Liquor. Sugar rim and a lime. You’d like that right?”
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2017 8:16 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 07, 2017 5:05 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 08, 2017 6:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2017 9:20 am
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2017 8:35 pm
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xxxx♩ ♢ Chester Nightingale ♢ ♩xxxx
xxxxThe Fun-sized DJ / Beatboxerxxxx
”I shall make you the slave to my pounding beats...”
Residence: 1208 Pasadena Housing District ┊Occupation: Neon Lights DJ / Beatboxer
₪± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ₪
Although normally, Neon Lights wouldn't be open until early night, there would be some exceptions, like there was a reservation in which a man's bachelor party was on the way and the event would start later in the afternoon until 8 PM. Since Chester was close to getting used to the place, he would know the routine, like having to check his equipment first to make sure that they would be in good shape before the big day. However, he found out that one of the speakers was glitching and with that, he had to ask for a replacement. Maintenance was a necessity to ensure that further inconveniences would be lessened, if not totally avoided. If only Kuro would be there, she might be helping out, but considering her attitude would be scalpel-sharp at times, even if it was unintentional, he would admit that he should be cautious just in case. Even one of the stage lights was no longer working and it had to be replaced also.
Right now, he was hoping that the repairs, or better yet, the brand new equipment to replace the problematic fixtures, would be there after a few hours. Last-minute purchases would be a pain in the butt, but if the client wanted to have a great time with his friends, the ginger-haired had to make sure his place of showmanship would be in top shape.
₪± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ₪ Location: Neon LightsStatus: Single (but now having a crush)Mood: busy as hellCompany: no oneMoney: $70.70 (Wallet) ; $1275.00 (Bank Account)OOC: Here you go. XD |
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2017 9:41 pm
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xxxx♩ ♢ Chester Nightingale ♢ ♩xxxx
xxxxThe Fun-sized DJ / Beatboxerxxxx
”I shall make you the slave to my pounding beats...”
Residence: 1208 Pasadena Housing District ┊Occupation: Neon Lights DJ / Beatboxer
₪± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ₪
It turned out that the replacements would be arriving late, at around 11 A.M. the most, and that somehow put a damper to his already stressed out mood. In the meantime, Chester was looking through the tracks that he would use later on for the party. It was collection of sixty songs that he had compiled since the party would take a long time. At least there would be no burlesque dancers included in the list; The Captain's Deck would be much more suitable venue if that would be the case. The ginger-haired was just starting to do the test run when he heard the phone in his pocket ringing. He proceeded to check the new message, only to feel his heart leaping at the sight of Jessie's number being the sender. Suppressing the urge to break into a huge grin, he replied to the message.
"Hey, it's been a while. New job kept me busy for a long time after I quit my baker job in Taste of Italy. How are you doing?"
After he sent the message, he slipped the phone back into his pocket. Feeling energized by Jessie's return, he went along with the test run of his equipment. It would be a problem with one of the speakers having to be repaired, but the sound quality on his laptop connected to the equipment was the main focus right now. The rest would wait a bit.
₪± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ₪ Location: Neon LightsStatus: Single (but now having a crush)Mood: busy as hell, but happy alsoCompany: Jessie (via text)Money: $70.70 (Wallet) ; $1275.00 (Bank Account)OOC: |
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2017 10:40 pm
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xxxx♩ ♢ Chester Nightingale ♢ ♩xxxx
xxxxThe Fun-sized DJ / Beatboxerxxxx
”I shall make you the slave to my pounding beats...”
Residence: 1208 Pasadena Housing District ┊Occupation: Neon Lights DJ / Beatboxer
₪± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ₪
With the help of his headphones, the ginger-haired boy was able to check out for any irregularities. So far, there were none with the 9 songs that he had played but he still had to tweak around just in case. The phone rang again, alerting him of Jessie's new message and he had to pause the song to check it after fetching the device from his pocket. He sighed; now he was wondering on how to narrate the story to her. Chester was planning not to make the message too long since he had more songs to inspect before the preparations would be completed. He contemplated for several seconds before replying.
"Umm... here's how I can narrate that answer. I still enjoy baking, but being a DJ is my lifelong dream. There was a position of that occupation in Neon Lights but it was taken by an acquaintance of mine, so I took the job as the baker. Recently, she left and I just want to jump at the chance. I do miss the times as a baker, but I have finally embraced my goal from the very beginning."
That was all he could articulate via the text before sending it, hoping that she would comprehend. With that, he slipped the device back into his pocket, resuming the task at hand.
₪± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ₪ Location: Neon LightsStatus: Single (but now having a crush)Mood: busy as hell, but also contemplatingCompany: Jessie (via text)Money: $70.70 (Wallet) ; $1275.00 (Bank Account)OOC: |
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2017 2:02 am
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xxxx♩ ♢ Chester Nightingale ♢ ♩xxxx
xxxxThe Fun-sized DJ / Beatboxerxxxx
”I shall make you the slave to my pounding beats...”
Residence: 1208 Pasadena Housing District ┊Occupation: Neon Lights DJ / Beatboxer
₪± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ₪
Chester was once again immersed in his activity, playing two more songs as part of the test run. Again, no glitches, and he was happy with that. He was still hoping for the replacement to come around, but so far, he was impressed with the progress. It was then that he decided to take a short break, stepping down from his DJ podium to fetch a bottle of water reserved for the employees of the establishment. He sat down on one of the stools near the bar counter usually occupied by the patrons wanting the drinks. The ginger-haired was about to take a sip when his phone rang and he had to check the new message from Jessie. This time, it was about her congratulations together with the opportunity for the catch-up. That was when he resisted the urge to blush.
"Yep, I did tell you before. Thanks for the inspiring congratulatory words. But also, actually, Neon Lights is reserved for a bachelor's party today, starting from this afternoon at 2 PM and it will end at 8 PM. Maybe we shall go somewhere much more private after my work is done tonight. Any suggestions?"
After he sent the message, he set the phone on the bar table, being attentive in case Jessie would reply. He immediately unscrew the cap and took a sip of the water; all that assistance in setting up for the party was starting to make him thirsty.
₪± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ₪ Location: Neon LightsStatus: Single (but now having a crush)Mood: busy as hell, but also embarrassedCompany: Jessie (via text)Money: $70.70 (Wallet) ; $1275.00 (Bank Account)OOC: I did check and yep, he did tell her before. XD |
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2017 4:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2017 1:31 am
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xxxx♩ ♢ Chester Nightingale ♢ ♩xxxx
xxxxThe Fun-sized DJ / Beatboxerxxxx
”I shall make you the slave to my pounding beats...”
Residence: 1208 Pasadena Housing District ┊Occupation: Neon Lights DJ / Beatboxer
₪± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ₪
Hours had passed since his last text, but the party that began two hours after lunchtime was now in full swing and the bachelor and his friends were having a great time. They had ordered the drinks that were part of the package and each of them had savored a couple of shots of the beverages available in the drink menu, served by the bartender. With the glitches fixed, Chester was now enjoying his time performing for the crowd, remixing with his mixer and controller. His eyes were concentrated on each lever, each button, and each knob, tweaking according to his specifications. But after being there for two hours, considering that Jessie would be waiting for him somewhere else, he needed a bathroom break. He asked an employee to keep an eye on his equipment, with the warrant to never touch anything, before retreating to the comfort room. The DJ was about to urinate in one of the stalls but he had to check his phone first.
By the time he looked at the new message from Jessie, he panicked a little. That message was sent like four hours ago after lunch time and he had to reply quickly.
"Apologies for the late reply, but the party will end in 4 hours' time."
That was all he could articulate before sending it. He put the phone on hibernation before slipping the device into his pocket and then unzipping his pants. Him having to urinate would take a long time.
₪± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ₪ Location: Neon LightsStatus: Single (but now having a crush)Mood: busy as hellCompany: Jessie (via text)Money: $70.70 (Wallet) ; $1275.00 (Bank Account)OOC: I MEANT TO REPLY TO THIS EARLIER BUT STUPID POWER OUTTAGE. Also, he would look at the message so late because yeah, he's busy as eff. |
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2017 10:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 07, 2017 10:10 pm
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xxxx♩ ♢ Chester Nightingale ♢ ♩xxxx
xxxxThe Fun-sized DJ / Beatboxerxxxx
”I shall make you the slave to my pounding beats...”
Residence: 1208 Pasadena Housing District ┊Occupation: Neon Lights DJ / Beatboxer
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The employee and the friend had to escort the poor woman outside the night club for fresh air. Chester was glad for the response but hoped that there would be no further incidents after that. He rubbed a hand against his scalp, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. There was still the pounding music from his playlist and there were still party-goers moving about, forgetting all their worries in favor of the celebration. Another vibration from his phone again, alerting him of Jessie's new message, and he read it. He frowned. Oh right... She may have forgotten that. He quickly replied.
"We can meet up at the streets of Pasadena so I can guide you. And speaking of fainting, there was actually someone who had to be escorted outside because of being dizzy and the possibility of the check-up would be there."
He was done sending the message, and once again, he was back with his work after slipping it into his jeans pocket. He would have to take a break again when he would become hungry just before the last hour of the party. Besides, he had to take care of himself, too.
₪± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± : . : ± ₪ Location: Neon LightsStatus: Single (but now having a crush)Mood: busy as hell, also concernedCompany: Jessie (via text)Money: $70.70 (Wallet) ; $1275.00 (Bank Account)OOC: |
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