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Post by ashes on Nov 28, 2008 21:45:07 GMT -5
Jenna Mae whipped sweat beads from her forehead and sighed tiredly. Man, people here just LOVE to drink! Kinda makes you wonder who is replacing all their livers..., she smirked at the thought, remembering how she used to get shit-faced just for the hell of it back in her younger days.
"Hey! Get me some more vodka, Jen-Girl!" one of her regular customers called out.
"Coming," she groaned with an exagerrated sigh. She grabbed the cherry flavored vodka and poured him another shot. For a tough, motercycle guy, you'd never would have guessed that Cherry Vodka was his favorite thing to drink. "I'm going to have to cut you off after this one, bar policy," she smiled at him.
"Awh, its always -" He starts, gulping down the shot glass, "too early fer that." He slurred.
"Uh huh, like I said, bar policy," she said sharply, but smiled brightly at him again. Jenna grabbed his shot glass and whiped down the counter underneith it. "Now go rest up in the back 'till you're sober enough to get the hell out of here." With a grunt, Mr. Motercycle Dude nearly fell out of his chair and stumbled his way into the back room. Jenna smirked to herself and rested her elbows on the bar. There weren't very many guests tonight. She stared at the door, wondering who would walk in next.
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Post by thievesofmidnight on Nov 29, 2008 1:46:23 GMT -5
With a soft grunt, the wolf shoved the drunken patrons out of the way. He hated the smell of them, the sheer stench of stale alcohol mixing with their dirty blood and their disgusting sweat. He had to wonder how any of them ever caught a mate and forced her into their abodes. Ah well, he thought, soft footfalls carrying him past the doorway. The smoke from the many cigarettes hit him hard and burned his eyes but he kept those oceanic blues as alert as he could. In a bar, unless one was close, alcohol and nicotine succeeded in covering up many a scent...
Not that Trash was on the hunt, no. He'd had enough hunting to last him a lifetime. The golf-caddy had some spark in him. He smirked at the memory and mentally savored the bitter-sweet, salty warm blood-flow as it pooled at the back of his throat. He'd been a heavy drinker and the flesh carried an aftertaste he needed to wash away. He'd been burned horribly by silver and the wound had been treated. It had festered overnight and now, now it just plain throbbed with every movement he made. It seemed to hurt in tandem with his breathing!
He approached the bar, his tall frame carrying only the hint of a limp. The surgical steel piercings in his lips glimmered in the dim light as he paused, lips parting as he took in a sharp breath to brace himself. He frowned as he took a seat, leaning onto his elbows. Trash's hands came up to push the long black bangs from his boyish face. He slowly wiped the gleaming beads of sweat from his brow and grunted in frustration.. His newest piercing had healed and the steel loop in his brow was nowhere to be found, much to his chagrin.
"God, I hate my fucking life."
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Post by ashes on Nov 29, 2008 13:24:06 GMT -5
As the man walked in, Jenna held back a low growl. Her tiger instincts automatically felt threatened by his very presence. Jenna could smell the death on him, as she figured he had just fed. Because she was a beast herself, this didn't bother her much, though she had other ways of getting food. She hardly ever hunted humans. She knew the Bar was open to anyone though, so she forced a smile, much to her tigerself dissatisfaction. Then she caught the site of his piercings, and her smile became real.
"Hi! What can I get for you?" she smiled cheerfully. You would have never thought the smile was forced before now. "We have pretty much everything here," she told him.
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Post by thievesofmidnight on Nov 29, 2008 15:22:41 GMT -5
Tristan's face paled for but a moment, his eyes dilating as he held himself still. A low, guttural growl vibrated in his chest as he locked eyes with the bar tender. His hackles rose when he sensed the malice and he saw how forceful her smile had been... Well, before she saw something on him and her smile was genuine. Either way, he was weary of her, now and those deep, sparkling blues never left her face once. He had to admit that she was a lovely thing, obviously capable of taking care of herself. Why not work at a bar?
His defenses calming, he relaxed and let a smirk tug at the corners of his pierced lips. He rested his cheek in the palm of his left hand whilst the slender digits of the right tapped gently on the surface. "Well..." He started, thinking of what he'd like to drink. He needed something that would numb him. He didn't want this were or any, for that matter, to sense that he was in dire agony. "I guess I'll just have a whiskey, no rocks. Follow that up with a Rum and Coke, please..."
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Post by ashes on Nov 29, 2008 16:01:09 GMT -5
Jenna's smile got wider. "Whiskey, nice choice. Comming right up!" She turned around, snatching up a cold bottle and set it infront of him. Since he was the only one at the Bar right now, she didn't have anyone else to serve. She set both of her elbows on the counter and rested her chin between her hands. "So what brings you to these parts? I havn't seen you around before," she asked, smiling brightly again.
((Sorry so short...))
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Post by thievesofmidnight on Nov 29, 2008 16:59:24 GMT -5
He nodded in thanks, right hand coming to slowly put his overly warm fingers around the cold bottle. He sighed heavily, opening the bottle and letting the strong smell burn his nostrils. He teased himself that way for a few before finally letting the cold spout touch his lips. His ears twitched at the barely audible *clink* his piercings made against the glass and he took a deep, satisfying gulp of the amber fluid. He squeezed his eyes shut and made a fist, feeling the burn as it went down.
Soon, his lips began to tingle and he was relaxed as the liquid confidence came to the surface. The pain in his thigh was beginning to ebb and he couldn't help sighing in relief. When she leaned on the counter in front of him, his brows furrowed as he leaned back. He was taken aback by her bright smile and he wasn't able to keep himself from smiling back at her. She was a beauty and, since she'd served him, he guessed he should treat her like a lady and show his appreciation. "Just... had something that left a bad taste in my mouth, is all. I'm not really from around here. I just left Pennsylvania not too long ago. My friend, uh... had a photo shoot."
The truth was much better than a lie since it usually seemed to keep people off one's track. The way he looked, there was no way he could possibly be friends with a model. Then again, there was no way he would ever want to be friends with a vampire as crazy as the one his self-proclaimed mentor fancied... The world was a strange place. "And... you? Why do you work here? I'm sure they'd love your face.."
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Post by ashes on Dec 2, 2008 17:41:56 GMT -5
"Photoshoot, huh?" she grinned, her strong sense of smell could detect the must were-wolves let off. This guy had that smell, and she knew what he was. It didn't bother her much though, she wasn't interested in a fight between different species. Her reaction to him earlier was just automatic, as it would have been with a vampire, or any other weres. A were-wolf at a photoshoot? That is highly unlikely, she thought smugly. "I've only been to Pennsylvania once. Very pretty. Only there for a day though, so I didn't see much," she smiled.
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