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 Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2015 1:44 pm
Axton's usual post-test ritual; a bar, a pretty bartender to chat with as he unwound, and a few drinks. Sometimes classmates accompanied him. Sometimes he went by himself, making single-serving friends to spend the evening with. The last time he'd Celebrated with Dessy, but she was unavailable tonight, so Axton had headed to one of the campus bars on his own. He hadn't been there long, twenty minutes at the most, and was sitting at the bar with a bottle of All Day in one hand, and the other resting on the counter top, fingertips drumming idly. The last time he'd been here he'd run into Dustin. That evening had ended oddly. The blonde hadn't expected the kiss. He'd been expecting his own reaction to the kiss even less. Kissing had led to groping. groping had led to taking Dustin back to his old apartment. It wasn't that being that intimate with another guy bothered him, he wasn't homophobic, it was just that he hadn't been expecting to like it. It had always been girls that hit his radar before, and it was girls that hit it hardest now. His preferences clearly lay on the more feminine side, visually, but he didn't seem to have a clear preference for, well, things of a more sexual nature. He was pondering this as he lifted the bottle to his lips again, taking a long drink of the pale ale before setting it back on the bartop, fingers lacing around it as he watched the bartender mix a few shots. strickenized Just requotin incase gaia at the original quote or it got missplaced. No rush on tag backs <3
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Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2015 8:11 am
College bars were terribly tricky subjects. Often the alcohol was weaker to fortify the cheaper pricing, and the attendees already knew each other by some relation or another, and college kids had a knack for sniffing out all the misfits that weren't quite in their tight little age group. Isaiah could still pose as a graduate student, and late-twenties had a look no different than mid-twenties, so many could mistake him for being at least peripherally related to the crowd. But in his current state of lapsed upkeep, he expected he looked more like a drunk than one of the pretty little party animals that played after finals.
In truth, he chose the bar because it was close to Kam's, and he lacked the wherewithal to track down somewhere better. He saw it enough times when the pair drove back from their escapades. It would do in the vein of wanting to drink and people watch. He imagined he'd be invisible to a crowd like this.
So Isaiah claimed a seat, not far from another man of the same young college-going bracket that proved most common in the place. Isaiah paid him little heed; while he was dressed the part for a bar venture with the one pair of leather pants he still had, he unfortunately wore a shirt from Kam that sloughed off his frame in large swaths of fabric, which occasionally exposed one bony shoulder. A slightly more fitted tank top underneath prevented him from flashing anyone. He lacked the makeup he normally wore on occurrences like this, and his hair started to grow out and expose brilliant blonde roots. Ultimately, he looked more like bar trash. Speaking to anyone in such an establishment without expecting a drink to the face was wishful thinking.
So instead he flagged the bartender down quietly, placed his order for a Black Butte porter, and received his bottle with the cap freshly cracked off. While never a fan of beeer, Kam drank it all the time and frequently pointed out that Isaiah was nothing but skin and bones. Since the surgery that put his leg back together, he wagered he was. "To getting fat," he toasted to the indifferent, stale air, and took his first swig.
Naturally, it tasted like s**t. He grimaced.Beejoux was waiting for burning down his condo~ he's not being super social rn sorry!
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 3:38 pm
Ax didn't notice right away when someone had claimed the space beside him. He was buzzed enough that things were slipping through the cracks, escaping his immediate notice, but it was only a temporary delay. It was certainly pretty hard to miss when said person was lifting a drink to make an odd toast, and that was enough to have Axton turning to glance in that direction. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but a slender man with an over sized shirt sliding off one bony shoulder probably wasn't it. He blinked, taking second to absorb what he was seeing, then smiled in a rather welcoming sort of way. Always friendly, this one. Especially when he was drinking. "That's an odd thing to toast to, don't you think?" In his opinion--which didn't count for s**t in this situation, given he didn't know the other man--he could probably stand to gain a couple of pounds without it having any detrimental effect on his physic. Assuming of course the willowy look was what he was going for. Even with the question, Ax still leaned to tap his bottle against the other man's, grinning.
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Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2016 12:40 am
Isaiah felt marginally taken aback when he heard a man respond to his toast. The origin of the voice looked very much a part of the college crowd, between a well-kept body, youthful looks, and a pleasant demeanor. Isaiah imagined the man grew magnetic in situations like these, and was surprised to find no one buzzing around him with a demand for attention. For a moment, he couldn't think of a response.
But that falter lasted no longer than seconds.
A smile returned to his lips, albeit a tired one, and he shrugged lazily. "Maybe. 'Odd' has such terrible connotations." Isaiah swirled the beer in his hand out of habit. "I imagine there's a lot of toasts going around to passing the semester, or some test, or whatever it is college kids find to celebrate about now. If they even need a reason anymore. Maybe they finally grew past the pretenses." They didn't while I was going through it all. But then again, I was the one to shed the pretenses toward the end of it. It's a wonder I ever passed. Carefully he took a swig. He blanched only slightly.
"I've forgotten how picky I was about beers." Drawing his lips back to expose teeth, he grimaced. Afterward he set the still-cold beverage on one of many offered napkins. He aligned the beer with the label facing toward himself, and the napkin's edge perfectly parallel to the countertop. He did not, however, fix his shirt.
"So." Isaiah latticed fingers together and focused more intently on the man that decided to broach his miserable party of one. "To whom do I owe the pleasure of speaking?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2016 4:33 pm
Snow brows arched as the dark haired man answered, and Axton had to give a very small shake of his head, chuckling softly under his breath. "Sorry. It's just different. Nothing negative meant." He wasn't wrong though, not about the overall celebration that seemed to be taking place within the bar. Ax glanced around them, smile growing as he ran fingers through the pale spikes of his hair. His cheeks were already a little pink, evidence that he'd been there for a while already, and if the full beer in his hand meant anything, he intended on being there for a while yet. "Yeah, Finals just ended, and winter break starts up next week." It explained the better than average ruckus that was going on around them. Students either rejoicing their good grades, or trying to forget their failures. "You're probably right though." Dropping his hand, he tapped fingers against the outside of his bottle. "You can probably head into any college bar throughout the week and find a similar scene." Axton watched him as he grimaced, seeming to abandon the beer on a napkin before lining up the label. It wasn't a brand the student cared for, she could do little but grimace himself before offering a hand in greeting. "I'm Axton, junior at DCU." There was only the slightest pause before that grin grew. "And if you don't like that, you should try what I've got. It's a lot better than what you've been nursing."
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2016 5:59 am
"Nothing like alcohol to wash out all that useless knowledge for the start of a new semester." Isaiah remembered his own days of college parties, semester celebrations, and folio dates achieved. He remembered celebrating for any reason he could, or no reason at all. Sometimes it felt better to do so without a pretense to work against. Other times he wished he had one.
"You know," Isaiah started as he plucked the man's full beer from his hand, "they say that tasting another man's drink is just like kissing him." He swirled the drink in its deep brown bottle, and listened as the tapered neck augmented the sound of it. "I don't quite agree. But I do think that it should be a great pretense to kissing the people who drank from it." Even if Axton intended to object, Isaiah allowed no time for it - the bottle was raised to lips just as he finished his sentence, and a swig came soon afterward. Isaiah swallowed hard; the bitterness remained, as was the nature of hops, but it tasted significantly more tolerable than the brew he picked.
"What do you think, Axton? Give me your collegiate opinion." Afterward he set the beer on one of the supplied napkins, then leaned against the counter with fist to jaw as he listened for the man's response. He hadn't yet determined if he should expect something witty from this boy, or honest, or even revolted. Witty sounded less of a consideration, given that he hadn't yet supplied anything wry in response, but instead volunteered to help. He also apologized and clarified what he meant about Isaiah's toast, so he wasn't the combative sort - even when inebriated. Was Axton a happy drunk, then? It would seem so, as he hadn't started making out with anyone in particular, either.
By process of deduction, Isaiah considered that this Axton, Junior at DCU was of the happy-go-lucky sort, or the type that aimed to be benevolent to everyone they met. Lofty aspirations, certainly, and they left Isaiah a touch bitter and interested in corruption, but he kept his opinions to himself.
He needed further interaction to determine exactly where to go with this Axton, Junior at DCU.
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