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Post by TYLER BRYCE on Aug 2, 2010 0:49:04 GMT
 - - - - - - - - - - - give us a kiss and maybe we can go out
it's hard to miss you when you follow us about - - - - - - - - - - - After finally moving into his new place, he was finally ready to do something. Sure really nothing was unpacked, but he had tomorrow to do that. Plus he had a method of unpacking things - take it all out of the boxes and work from there. And if he was going to go out than he knew he didn't want to come home and try not to trip over anything on the floor. Nothing was more frustrating than being under the influence and trying to guess where things were in a dark apartment. Plus the most important things were unpacked, he had got his bed made up and that's all he really cared about right now. He could manage to live off take out and stuff like that while he slowly began to unpack everything.
Besides, he needed to get used to this new area, and who knows maybe meet some new people tonight? Though he really wasn't a fan of people, but as long as he was under the influence while meeting people than he'd be much nicer than he usually was...probably. Plus it was apart of the whole anger management type bullshit he'd had preached at him while he had done his little stint in jail, the whole surrounding yourself with better people bullshit. Not a bar was an ideal place to go meeting better people, but whatever, he hadn't been out in ages and he needed to have a good time for once in his life. And if he did go out and have a few drinks than at least tomorrow he'd want to stay indoors and nurse a hangover and do more quiet things, like unpack just as long as it wasn't the dishes.
It took a little bit of time to finally get ready, after opening up a few boxes he finally managed to find some of his clothes. This was what he hated most about unpacking, having to get everything organized and put away and all that nonsense. But eventually he looked decent enough to go out. He wasn't really dressed to impress, but then again he never really did that to go out. He had managed to get with enough girls to know that his attire wasn't really an issue. Dressed in just a white button up shirt with the sleeved rolled up to quarter length, ratty jeans and scuffed up shoes, nothing too fancy at all.
It was like second nature, everybody knew that if you didn't know anybody there it was always good to get a little liquid courage in you before trying to converse with anybody here. Besides, he was here and everyone was drinking so he might as well start too. Yeah it was probably a bad idea to act on that thought but what the hell. You only live once so you might as well get all these idiotic drunken nights taken care of now so nothing like this ever happened once he got over thirty. After all nothing was more scary than seeing some older shitfaced person here, and he certainly didn't want to be hitting the clubs when he was older, that was just creepy. He actually felt bad for the girls that got hit on by any creepy older men that still seemed to be under the impression that it was alright to be doing that even when they had a wife and kids at home. No, it was just wrong, end of story.
Leaning against the counter, he took out his wallet and slid his credit card over to the bartender and ordered a beer. He figured he might as well have an open tab tonight, he had just moved here so he should celebrate and not be too concerned over having any cash on him later on in the night. Plus it was always fun saying "Put it on my tab" he didn't know why but it just sounded much cooler than taking out cash plus leaving a tip every time for the bartender and all that hassle. As he waited he saw the typicals of any bar he ever went to; the typical drunk skanky girls grinding on anything that was remotely attractive...well depending on how drunk they were. And then there were the typical couples which seemed to be quite noticeable, he didn't see why couples came to bars, he knew from experience that that just led to bad things happening. Though he was never a fan of relationships he knew from being the guy caught making out with some committed girl, that it just wasn't a good idea to come here if you were with somebody else.
He let out a sigh, he wondered where to really go first, this was what he hated about bars. It was so awkward to come here flying solo, he supposed he could just knock back a few drinks then call it a night. After all there were be many more occasions to come back and have a good time. Maybe when he met some people he could come with them. It was always better to come in groups and then go socialize with other groups around here or whatever. But whatever, he'd see how he felt about that after a few drinks and then see where he'd go from there. At least he could people watch here, these places were always good as a source of inspiration for him whenever he had a writer's block. And write now he was definitely in a rut, he hadn't been able to get anything good out since before he moved here. He had jotted down ideas, and he always kept a pen with him just in case he had an epiphany randomly.
TAG: open! WORDS: 958
MUSIC: henrietta - the fratellis
NOTES: n/a
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Post by JULIETTE BOUVIER on Aug 2, 2010 7:31:44 GMT
 
The day had been dragging on ever so slowly for Juliette. She had awoken early in the morning to go to class. It had taken her an hour to complete her morning ritual, which consisted of taking a long hot shower, letting the soft water run through her curly black locks and satin smooth skin, and then finding a nice outfit to wear, which hers had been a simple tank top and shorts with a pair of flats that had peace signs on them, followed by brushing her hair and eating a breakfast of eggs and bacon before brushing her teeth and walking out the door. This morning she had decided to walk to class since it wasn't but 5-10 minutes away from her house, so she wouldn't need to take her shiny red Dodge Viper, nicknamed 'Baby' by her. She patted the gleaming red machine before she had walked off.
During class she barely paid attention, only taking in the most important parts and most of the time just chewing on her bottom lip to keep herself occupied. A test was given out that day and she groaned. She hated tests and has she took it she constantly chewed on the rubber pink eraser. It took her an hour to finish, much slower than most of her classmates, but most of them only got a B. Has she handed in the test she stood there for a minute, waiting before it was handed back to her, the red A shining gently. She let a smirk fall on her face has she walked out of the classroom.
Once back in her place she just lounged around, eating lunch before going to the rest of her classes. It was 5 when she was finally done, but her energy hadn't deminished in the least, so she decided it was time to go out on the town. She slipped on her red dress that she had just bought the day before and a pair of black high heels and ear rings with a necklace. She put mascara on her eyes along with ruby red lipstick and painted her nails a solid black color. Once she finally was satisfied with her appearance she grabbed her purse and left, hopping into her car.
The bar was only a few miles from where she stayed in Roseneath, so she pulled in into an empty parking spot, locking her car and getting out, taking her purse with her. The ring on the door jingled has she walked in and it felt like, to her, all eyes were on her. Juliette loved that feeling and a smirk plastered itself on her lips. She looked around for anyone remotely attractive before her eyes settled on a man sitting at the bar. She walked over and sat in the seat beside him. "I'll have a tequila, Mike" she stated, giving him a small wink. "On the house, Jules babe" he stated, winking back and fixing her one. She had just saved herself about 6 or 7 bucks, though it didn't mind her. She took a small drink and sighed in content before looking at the man next to her. "I don't think I've seen you around before...I'm Juliette Bouvier, it's nice to meet you" she stated, offering her hand.
TAG: tyler
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Post by TYLER BRYCE on Aug 5, 2010 18:01:43 GMT
- - - - - - - - - - - give us a kiss and maybe we can go out
it's hard to miss you when you follow us about - - - - - - - - - - - There weren't too many people to people watch that were really worth watching, it was actually kind of boring. He supposed the next thing to do was be the black sheep of the group and do something against the norm, but he'd wait a little bit, he needed a few more beers to get into his little social psychology tests. Never really did he do his little social psych tests in a setting like this though it would be quite fun he supposed. Plus he was going to need to do one for class, that was probably one of the best things about his classes. He was allowed to do crazy stuff like that and it was perfectly okay. Nothing surprised him more than when his criminology teacher had told him to go out and do something 'against the norm' just as long as it didn't get him arrested. Those were always fun assignments.
Glancing over at the girl who sat down next to him, he automatically assumed that she was probably here to meet a significant other or something. Never in his life had he ever seen something that gorgeous not have a boyfriend, the thought just wasn't really plausible to him. So he wouldn't start up the conversation, that just made for awkwardness when one person had a significant other and it just seemed like there was an elephant in the room or something. He didn't like it and he had occasionally been on the other end where he'd had a girl come up to him and be flirty and he hadn't liked that side either, it just was weird and made things terribly tempting as well.
Though he couldn't help but look over at her when he overheard her drink order. Wow tequila, that was impressive to say the least. Actually, it was more than that. Any girl who could shoot tequila straight was definitely put into the hot category. Even he didn't like straight tequila, or if he did have he'd have to have at least a few beers before getting into that stuff. For the most part he preferred beer over hard liquor, as much as he liked that burning feeling and the way it made you feel like you just got punched in the stomach, he just liked beer better. Beer was for the mellow kind of guy, or the crazed sports fan who, if under the influence of anything more, would be crazier and probably puking in the bathroom half the time instead of watching the game.
Observing how flirtatious the bartender was, made him a bit skeptical though, but then again some girls did tend to use that to an advantage with or without the boyfriend. Yeah girls were lucky like that, it seemed all they had to do was smile and they got most things handed to them on a silver platter. But then again, why not, why shouldn't they be handed everything? If it meant there was some slight chance of getting anywhere close to that girl he'd probably do the exact same thing. However, he just shrugged it off and took another sip of his beer.
He was a bit surprised when she spoke to him, but he definitely didn't mind it either. Shaking her hand, he smiled and said,"Yeah I just got back into town, I'm Tyler Bryce. Nice to meet you Juliette." It was definitely nice to meet her, it wasn't every day that he got approached by a very attractive tequila drinking girl at a bar. It was like some hot fantasy come true.
TAG: juliette! WORDS: 600
MUSIC: henrietta - the fratellis
NOTES: sorry it's taken so long. been crazy busy!
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