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[Casey Andrew Sharpe]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 101010; border: #262626 solid 10px; width: 515px; padding: 5 5 5 5px;] It had been a while since Casey had been out… before, he might have gone to the bar a couple of times a week, and had a few – or occasionally, too many – to drink, even if he was meant to be getting up in the morning to head out to the track, it was just normal practice for him and he had been doing it long enough now that it didn’t usually cause him any issues in the morning, although he had never really been a morning person to begin with anyway. But since he had been seeing Jasmine it had been a lot less that he had been coming out here, somehow she had managed to start curbing his habits without even really trying to. And he wasn’t quite sure how he felt about that yet. Even Jo hadn’t managed to do that, and he had been married to her. He frowned when he thought about his ex-wife. His plans hadn’t exactly gone how he had expected them to – sure, he had gotten Jordan to help him with getting Erin back, but he hadn’t expected him to use the method that he had. Maybe before he wouldn’t have cared, but now that he had started spending more time with Jasmine, he started feeling a little guilty about it… he had to shake that feeling off, however, it wasn’t him and he wasn’t going to start changing that quickly. Motioning to the bartender, he pushed the empty glass sitting in front of him over when the man approached. “Same as the last one,” he told him, watching him pick up the glass and walk off to get him another straight glass of Jack Daniels. He might have been hitting the harder stuff tonight, but he didn’t plan on drinking as much as he usually did. Not that it would probably hurt too much, he had to go to the track in the morning and he was walking home, but it wasn’t like walking home drunk would be perilous for him, he wasn’t exactly someone who didn’t look intimidating, drunk or not, so it wasn’t like he was ever bothered when he walked around at night. People tended to avoid him in general, even in broad daylight. - - - - - - - - - - the ink may stain my skin and my jeans may all be ripped, i'm not perfect, but i swear i'm perfect for you, and there's no guarantee, that this will be easy, it's not a miracle ya need, believe me, yeah, i'm no angel, i'm just me, but i will love you endlessly, wings aren't what you need, you need me

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open | 376 | outfit | i can't guarantee that he won't bite

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[Jaiyana Letizia Robinson]

Jai perhaps wasn't your typical soldier. For one, she usually only came up to people's shoulders if she was lucky. Two, she seriously looked as though she weighed about the same as a bag of sugar might. Lastly, she was...well, covered in tattoos. Still though, Jai's stature didn't bother her too much, given the fact she could probably break some necks if she wanted to. Ironically, she kind of did because she'd had another run-in with Mordecai today, asshole that he was. One might be better off not asking why Morde was sporting a brand new bruise over his eye and how, coincidentally, Jaiyana happened to have some split knuckles on her right hand. It probably would have been wiser for the Palestinian to stay at home given how black her mood was and the fact her patience had worn very thin over the past week or two, but the twenty-six year old had decided that it was unlikely she'd actually do anything to anyone and....alcohol usually tended to lighten her mood somewhat.

She could go down to The Basement but, her ears could do without perforation tonight at least. Instead, she headed a couple of streets down and went into the town bar. It was fairly busy, busy enough that Jai felt a little like a goldfish in a bowl as she headed for the first open seat she saw, not really caring who it was next to, although judging by the way everyone else gave him a wide berth, he wasn't what you'd call a happy drunk. So? Neither was she, and it wasn't as though there was anywhere else for her to sit. She was here to drown herself at the bottom of a bottle, not socialise so it wouldn't matter as long as they didn't try and make conversation with her. Not even glancing to her side, Jaiyana settled herself down on the seat and ordered herself some vodka. Yes, most of the time it was meant to be a mixer, but Jai was one of the few that preferred to drink it straight. In her opinion, if you were going to drink you may as well do it right - and Jai drank properly...a lot. The barman gave her 'that' look when she told him, but was ignored, mainly so she didn't feel the need to reach over and start cracking some skulls right there and then. Not that she'd come looking for a fight, and she knew she probably wouldn't get one because she was female and all, but even for her murdering the barman while she was still painfully sober would mark a new low point in her mental state. Usually, she left that up to Josh.

Her choice of alcohol landed in front of her, Jai rolling her eyes as her mind went back to Joshua. God, he was a dick. In all honesty, it was kind of surprising he hadn't been kicked out of the army head over ass just yet, but then you had to consider the fact that knocking various women up wasn't a felony. And if hitting the bottle when on leave was, well, Jaiyana probably would have been out on her ear too by now. She spun her glass around a few times as she thought, dark hair falling all over her face, before downing it the way only a practiced drinker knew how and ordering another.

Notes: Lolol. Fun times.

[Casey Andrew Sharpe]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 101010; border-top: #262626 solid 10px; border-bottom: #262626 solid 10px; width: 510px; padding: 10 5 5 5px;] there's a shop down the street where they sell plastic rings for a quarter a piece, i swear it, yeah, i know that it's cheap, not like gold in your dreams but i hope that you'll still wear it, yeah, the ink may stain my skin, and my jeans may all be ripped, i'm not perfect, but i swear i'm perfect for you it's not a miracle you need, believe me Of course, he hadn’t missed the tiny woman seat herself next to him, the only person in the entire bar who had been game enough to do that so far – he might not have gotten into much trouble lately but he had already made himself a reputation in the place, most people avoided him just for that, and generally one scowl from him and they went running anyway. he wouldn’t hesitate turning around and punching someone in the face if they wouldn’t leave him the hell alone, and most of the regulars knew that, and even the security here were wary of trying to throw him out of the place when that happened. He didn’t really pay her that much attention to begin with, too lost in his own thoughts to really pay that much attention to anything besides himself and his drink. And unlike how it might have been before he had met Jasmine, where he probably would have noticed her, and probably flirted, that barely even crossed his mind right now. Not that being in a relationship had ever stopped him when he had been with Jo, but they all knew how that had turned out. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t cared for her in the past, but they had gotten married young, and it wasn’t like they were at a point in their lives where they were willing to change themselves to accommodate someone else, or at least he wasn’t ready for any of that. Was he even ready now? He wasn’t sure, but it already felt different this time around. He did shift his attention to what was going on around him, however, when she downed the vodka she had ordered, and then ordered another, letting out a mild snort. “If you’re trying to get drunk, you’re better off going with something stronger than vodka,” he said, not really caring whether she answered him or not, or whether she even stuck around. He just felt like he had been quiet for too long, and right now he wasn’t sure whether he was in the mood for pissing people off or company. Well, he guessed he would figure that out once he knew what her response was going to be. yeah, i'm no angel, i'm just me, but i will love you endlessly, wings aren't what you need, you need me, there's a house on the hill with a view of the town and i know how you adore it, so i'll work everyday through the sun, and the rain, until i can afford it, yeah, your friends may think i'm crazy because they can only see i'm not perfect

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nem | 377 | outfit | friends with benefits | i can't tell whether he's going to be friendly or pissy aha

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