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[brantley]

well i'm starting to fall in love
• A N D I T ' S G E T T I N G T O O M U C H •

• it's not often that i slip up •
and it's just my luck !

The bar was hopping as the young Brantley entered. He was clad in jeans and a navy vneck sweater with his Mitchell High-Top Sneakers on. He knew he looked good in this getup, and he planned on milking it for all it was worth. The bass of the music pounded in his head as he made his way through the crowd of drunken dancers that had overtaken the middle of the room. He flashed a smile to a group of women as he walked by. He was definitely going to be heading over there. Just as soon as he got a drink...or two. He reached the bar as the song ended, and he tossed a couple of bills to the bartender. He eyed the woman behind the counter and gave her a wink, "A shot of tequila, ma'am." The older woman blushed as she handed him the shot glass and he slipped her a few extra bills. With a nod, Brantley took the shot and exhaled deeply. It was gonna be a long night. Hopefully, he wouldn't be spending it alone.

The twenty year old pushed his way through the dancers into the very center of their huddle. He began to dance as his eyes scanned the sea of people, searching for a girl to conquer that night. He spotted a blonde a few feet away and he instantly shifted his body to be closer to hers. The woman reeked of alcohol, but Brantley didn't really care. He pressed his athletic body against hers and began to dance provocatively with her. The drunk woman obliged, probably unsure of what she was doing anyways. Brantley sporatically placed a few of his kisses up and down her neck as they moved to the rythm of the music. A few minutes had passed when another woman pushed her way into his arms. He smiled pridefully and gently shoved the other girl to the side back into the mass of people. He studied his new friend and pulled her out of the crowd and back to the bar. He shot the bartender a smile and they were instantly supplied with two shots of alcohol. Whiskey this time.

He pulled the girl up on his lap and raised his glass. "To being wrong in all the right ways." He laughed and tilted his head back as the whiskey slid down his throat. He shook his head and looked back at the female on top of him. He grinned and planted a huge kiss on her lips before pushing her off. He slowly got up and moved down the bar to the other end. He pulled a stool underneath him and plopped down. He was handed a beer, he wasn't exactly sure from where, but he didn't complain. The cap was removed and Brantley quenched his thirst. He ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair and sat back. Now it was time to see if anything interesting would happen tonight. He doubted it, but it never hurt to wait. Some hot girls came here every now and then. Maybe he would get lucky.

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[maddie]

Ridin 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw

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The bar was definatly a popular spot tonight. The swerving lights and plenty of drunk people greeted Ashley as she walked in, making her feel quite at home. She smiled as she saw all of the boys, of course dancing with girls who were intoxicated. That was the fun of it all, right? She slipped over to the bar, sitting next to an older man. She smiled playfully, touching his shoulder "mind buying me a few shots?" she asked softly. The man turned to her, looking her up and down. You old sleeze.. she thought to herself before forcing a smile. He agreed, and before she knew it she had three shots of Tequila in front of her. She took one, feeling it burn down her throat. The man just watched her, possibly unsure of what she was going to do. She turned another one up before looking back at him "and a Coors would be great!" she said, moving her hand to his own. He grinned, seeing as she was a beer girl.. she wasn't ashamed to show it. She took the last shot while the beer was put right in front of her. What am I going to get for this?" the man asked, smirking. The smell of whiskey circled Ashley as he came closer to her face. She grinned "we'll see," she said as she grabbed the beer and popped the cap. The man looked confused. As she walked off, she felt pretty accomplished.

She slipped onto the dance floor, smiling as a few guys caught her eye. She pranced on over to one, holding her beer up over her head as she smiled at him. He grabbed her by her waist and pulled her close. His lips melted into her forehead, which was a little weird. He must've been pretty drunk himself, hence the stumbling and nonsense. Why would he kiss her on the forehead? She laughed and took a drink of her beer before beginning to grind on the guy. He seemed to be enjoying it, but she was starting to get a little bored. She turned around to face him, her free hand running over his face and onto his lips. "You sure do have a pretty mouth," He said, blowing alcohol fumes into her face. She smirked "so do you," she retorted as she pinched his cheek and stepped back. As she let go, she found herself trailing back to the bar.

She smiled as she looked along the line of bar stools. Plenty of cute guys, a few girls. She didn't care for them. She strode up beside quite the handsome young man, and sat down. He was drinking a beer, like her. She took another drink of it. "How old are you?" She asked him, smiling and placing her elbows on the bar while still looking at him. She studied him closely, noting his hair. He was pretty hot, but she learned the hard way not to judge a guy on his appearance. Hot=rude, cute=alright, ugly=nicer than hell.

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[brantley]

well i'm starting to fall in love
• A N D I T ' S G E T T I N G T O O M U C H •

• it's not often that i slip up •
and it's just my luck !

Some people would consider Brantley a jerk. In fact, most people just flat out thought he was a douche. Sure, he was a player and a ladies' man, but did that really make him that bad of a person? The twenty year old was smoking hot, so most people just assumed he was a total ass. Good looks plus youth usually measured up to one thing- trouble. Brantley knew this in part. He had his moments of "niceness", but in reality the thought of being kind to people sickened him. Starting in his early teens he had learned that in order to get anywhere in life, one had to charm their way through and be an individual. He had decided at an early age that he would not be molded into anything. He was the holder of his own fate. He decided what he wanted to do, and who he wanted to be. He found it a whole lot easier to just be a jerk to everyone. This way, they just left him alone. He always had his backup plan- his looks. They basically got him anything that he wanted. He could get any girl in this bar, and he had done it before. It also helped a lot when he was into modeling and crap. The agents went nuts over his rugged features and his killer abs. Not that he flaunted himself or anything. Ha.

Life hadn't been to kind to the young man. His parents died when he was only five years old, but Brantley had almost pushed them out of his mind by the time he was ten. He found it easier to just kill his emotions before they ever even had a chance of appearing. Sure, his grandparents had raised him in a good home, but he had been a rebel from the start. His disrespect towards his family became evident when he blatantly began disobeying every single rule they laid down in order to simply get a rise out of them. He was a dick in that way. He loved to see people upset. In a way, it kinda took the pressure off of him and his screwed up life.

Brantley was torn away from his thoughts when he noticed a girl making her way towards him. He quickly sat up a little taller in his place and flashed her a smile. She was cute, not stunning, but cute. He could, in reality, get any girl here, but she was making herself available. Less work, the same results. He picked up his beer and took a swig as she spoke, "How old are you?" He noticed quickly that she, too, was drinking a beer. Hm. A beer girl. Interesting. He leaned back casually against the bar and propped his head on an elbow. He turned his head sideways to get a better look at her. He slowly gave her a lookover, not trying in any way to hide what he was doing. He placed his bottle to his lips and oh so slowly took another drink. He placed the now empty drink on the counter behind him and turned to face the blonde. "How old do you want me to be?" A grin spread across his full lips as he turned back around, now facing the complete opposite way from her.

A new song began to play over the loudspeakers and Brantley tapped his foot to the beat of the techo tune. He stood, not even giving the girl a second glance, and made his way back onto the dance floor. If she wanted to get with him, she was gonna have to work for it. Brantley was in a hard to get mood, and when this rare occasion happened, it was definitely worth it. He was on his game tonight, and he pitied any poor sucker that crossed his path.

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[maddie]

Ridin 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw

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Once the guy turned his attention to her, she smiled. He sure was fine, but besides that he even looked like a badass. She noticed him tilt his head, and mimicked him slightly. He thought he owned the place, it was obvious. His posture, his eyes, the smile he flashed her when she approached. She laughed to herself as he replied to her, but didn't have time to say much back. He got up and walked off to the dance floor. She rolled her eyes, knowing this could be interesting. If she chose to follow him, she'd be giving in. So maybe she wouldn't.

She turned to the bartender, nodding slightly. "I need a shot of anything," She said and winked. The bartender laughed and turned around, pouring her a shot of vodka. She took it in her hand, tosted herself with her beer bottle, and downed the shot. She chased it with what was left of her beer, no need to waste it.

She stood up, looking around. She noticed the guy in the crowd, but noticed a few other guys near him. She slithered over quickly, smirking at the guy she'd previously talked to at the bar "you know, it's not nice to walk away from people who are lookin' for convorsation," she said with a smirk. She felt hands on her back, and looked over her shoulder. A tall, thick figure stood over her petite body. She smiled up at him as he took her hips and began to move her to the music. "You should probably act more like this guy," She said and smiled "his chances of getting layed by any girl in this bar are 80% to your 20%" she said before laughing to herself. If he wanted to play, she could play. She placed her hands on the tall guy's, which were holding her as they danced. He wasn't bad, actually.

She had been to quite a few bars, and seen a lot of different people. In her home town, she was out every weekend. Sometimes they'd have parties at the farm, and a lot of cute guys tended to show up. She'd met a lot of bad boys, and while she really liked them they were just bad news. Most would screw you then leave you, which wasn't a huge problem with her. It was just that they were okay with it. She was one sided, though, since she could hook up and not feel bad if she hurt a guy's feelings. Maybe that's why she hadn't had a relationship lately, 'cause she knew every one of them were cold hearted bastards. She had her share of rude boyfriends, the ones who would break your heart in a second. The ones who built you up so tall then knocked you down. Those.

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Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar
Brother I’m hell on wheels

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[brantley]

well i'm starting to fall in love
• A N D I T ' S G E T T I N G T O O M U C H •

• it's not often that i slip up •
and it's just my luck !

Brantley wasn't all that suprised when the blonde girl didn't follow him to the dance floor. He had suspected that she wouldn't give in to him right away. She didn't seem like the type. He figured she was here to play, as well. He grinned when she did finally make her way to the middle of the crowd near him. "You know, it's not nice to walk away from people who are lookin' for conversation." He laughed at her words and shook his head. He spoke loud enough to be heard over the roar of the music. "Something tells me you're not just looking for conversation." He spun around on his heel and resumed his dancing, ignoring her presence altogether. She acted like she knew his type. Well let me be the first to tell you, Brantley didn't really fit a type. He would completely change his personality just to prove her wrong. He would come out on top. Literally.

Brantley turned back around when he heard her speak again. He noticed she was dancing with a big guy in a pretty provocative manner. He shook his head when he registered her words. He smirked casually and eyed the tall guy up and down. "The thing is," He pointed to the big guy, "This guy doesn't have my face or my body. I'm really not feeling threatened at all. Besides, you're not the only girl in this bar, sweetie." Having said that, Brantley walked away from them smoothly and didn't even glance back. Who did she think she was? That lug she was dancing with wasn't even attractive. Any girl would have to be drunk out of her mind to even look at that. He smiled to himself as he walked past a group of girls at the bar. Every single one of them blushed when he sent a wink their way. Yep, he definitely wasn't going home alone tonight.

He found his spot back at the bar and ordered a shot of scotch. He tossed some cash at the bartender as he downed the beverage. The all too familiar sting overtook his throat as he banged the glass back on the counter. Brantley grabbed another beer and tilted his head back as the liquid slid down his burning throat. By this time, he had already had quite a few alcoholic beverages. He wasn't too drunk yet, but he was slowly getting there. He wasn't an alcoholic, but he definitely did like a good drink every now and then. He prided himself in being able to control his drinking habits. However, his mood didn't seem to change whether he was drunk or not. Either way he was still a tool.

This simple fact was probably why his relationships never lasted more than one night. He hated committing to anything other than his horse. Girls were unpredictable and emotional wrecks. He prefered to just use 'em and lose 'em. He doubted he would ever just settle down with one girl. The thought of it actually freaked him out a little.

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[maddie]

Ridin 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw

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Taking a breath as she listened to his response, she couldn't help but laugh a little. He was pretty witty, if she did say so herself. He seemed to know what he was doing, so maybe she was going to have to get a little smarter. Then again, maybe he wasn't so bad. Maybe he was just being a shady dick because she was practically asking him to. Then again, it was probably just him. She laughed again when he commented on the guy's face and body, saying it's not anything compared to his. So thats what it was all about for him? Looks. You could tell a lot from a smart ass from just a sentence. As he walked back off, she rolled her eyes. The guy dancing with her looked down over her shoulder, practically breathing down her neck. "You deserve better than him," He breathed, and she could feel him grinning as his hands ran across her stomach. She snapped back from her dream land she was off in, and looked up at him. "Your right, and I'm not getting anywhere with you.." She retorted as she pushed his hands off of her. Guys were such snobs these days. In a way, she liked it.

She brushed herself off and strolled right back over to the bar. Sitting down beside the same guy, she laughed and looked at him "okay," she said shortly "you win, but I'm not lookin' to hook up." She looked at the bartender "coors please," she said and winked at him. In less than a few seconds, a beer was sitting infront of her. She took a drink before looking back at the guy "besides, if I was looking to hook up I would've already moved on.." she stated "your not the only guy in this bar," she teased, mocking his earlier words. She smirked and took another sip of her beer. This time, if he walked off she'd probably just give up. He was the only guy here that wasn't interested in hooking up, and the only guy she'd probably want to be friends with.

She usually had guy friends, and tended to like the ones that were cute. The ones that were nice to an extent, but an asshole most of the time. Those were the best friends, because they were the easiest for her to be around. She was like one of the guys, anyways, or so her old friends use to tell her. She could hang with them, and unfortunately none of them were around. Time to make new ones, she guessed.

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Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar
Brother I’m hell on wheels

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[brantley]

well i'm starting to fall in love
• A N D I T ' S G E T T I N G T O O M U C H •

• it's not often that i slip up •
and it's just my luck !

Brantley rested his elbows on the bar and turned his back on the dancing crowd behind him. He was getting annoyed rather quickly with this group of people. They weren't offering him anything he couldn't get somewhere else. They were just a bunch of drunk, ugly people with no lives. I guess technically he could be classified the same, except he was gorgeous and sober. He didn't really have a life at the moment besides his colt, Shooter. He was either at the barn, his appartment, or here. God, he needed to get out more. Sure, the bar was fun and always held some treasures, but you could only get so much gold at one place. Feeling suddenly not in the mood to drink, Brantley ordered a soda and downed about half of it when he heard words coming from next to him. He shifted his eyes only to see the little blonde again. She was relentless. He didn't even offer her his usual grin when she spoke, "okay, you win, but I'm not looking to hook up. Besides, if I was looking to hook up I would've already moved on..you're not the only guy in this bar." This got a slight chuckle out of him as he turned to face her. "However, I am the only one worth pursuing." It wasn't even a question in his mind. It was the hard truth. The other guys in the bar were no competition for him. That was probably why he didn't have a single guy friend. They all either hated him for his looks, or for his personality. Either way, they just didn't get along too well. Brantley turned his attention back to the blonde and stuck out a muscled hand. All those years of roping left them calloused and strong. "I'm Brantley."

He eyed her for a minute and added, "Alright then, if you don't wanna hook up with me, then what do you want?" He found it awfully hard to believe she wanted to just be friends. Girls never wanted that from him. He'd had one friend that was a girl in highschool, but even then she admitted to having feelings for him after they graduated. Brantley turned back to the bar and drank the rest of his soda, waiting on her response. He had a feeling this was going to be good. He tried to imagine what she was going to come up with. Maybe she needed money. That was always a likely excuse in a bar, especially since all Brantley wore was designer clothes that people knew were expensive just with one glance. Or maybe she needed a place to sleep for the night. If that was the case then his appartment was off limits. He did not like people using him for stuff. It really was sort of ironic..he used people all the time, but when the roles were reversed he wanted no part of it. He decided that no matter what she wanted from him, he was not going to give it to her. She could find some other rich kid to con. Brantley was smarter than that. He knew how it worked around these kinds of places. He practically grew up in a bar. It was a dog eat dog world. You either have to eat, or be eaten. Brantley prefered to be the one feasting.

"I don't have all night, sweetheart. Just go ahead and say what you need to say so we can be on with it." He probably sounded a little harsh, but he didn't care. He was starting to get a headache from the loud music. He really needed to get out of this place. It was gonna give him hell in the morning. He looked forward to the comfort of his own bed and pillow. First, he had to get through the conversation with the blonde.

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[maddie]

Ridin 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw

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Hearing him chuckle, she felt sort of accomplished. This was getting to be fun. Not that she really cared if he liked her or not, it was something to do. Hearing him say he was the only one worth pursuing, she smirked. Then and there, her mind started boiling. She could probably go off on him right now, but she had a feeling he wouldn't really care. Looking down at his hand, she studied it. It was callused, which meant he worked hard. Maybe she found one good thing about him. It was a man's hand, for sure. She looked back up at him, but didn't exchange the shake. Her left elbow stayed on the table, and her beer in her right hand. She nodded at his attempt to introduce himself. She didn't really care to give him her name, and figured if he really wanted to know he'd ask.

She studied his face for a moment, with a half smile on her lips. She laughed before answering his first statement, "your not as hot as you think you are, big shot." She took another sip of her beer and looked back at him "so sorry to break it to you, but I'm not here to be treated like a cat chasing a mouse toy" she said. "For the love of God, have you never heard of being friends?" She asked, laughing "plus your not my type." She raised her beer to toast him before adding "so this is what I want," she began "to make my first friend living here, so hopefully I don't have to spend anymore boring ass days by myself." She smirked and tilted her head, wondering what he would say.

She imagined him telling her how annoying she was and that he was tired of her. If he did, that would be fine. She could find other friends, but probably not one like him. He seemed alright, he was a little too cocky but she enjoyed trying to knock people down a few notches. Hopefully he'd just toast her and agree, and stop being douchy. She did have to admit, it was nice of him to tell her his name and offer a hand shake. She just wasn't ready to give that far in yet.

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Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar
Brother I’m hell on wheels

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[brantley]

well i'm starting to fall in love
• A N D I T ' S G E T T I N G T O O M U C H •

• it's not often that i slip up •
and it's just my luck !

Brantley rolled his eyes when she completely disregarded his handshake and didn't even give him her name. Women these days...here he was trying to be nice, and she just acted like a bitch and ignored him. A nod didn't exactly scream hello. That actually sounded like something he would do. If she was waiting for him to seek out her name, then she was in for a suprise. He really didn't care what her name was. Her next comment actually made him laugh out loud. "You're not as hot as you think you are, big shot. So sorry to break it to you, but I'm not here to be treated like a cat chasing a mouse toy." He honestly couldn't believe she had just said that. I mean, had she even looked at him? Who was she to say he wasn't attractive? She was the one with average looks. "I'm going to disregard that first comment, because clearly you have no idea what you're talking about." He shook his head, annoyed. "If you don't want to be treated like a mouse, then why are you chasing the toy?" He used both of his hands to gesture to himself, indicating that he was the 'toy'. "You know what, don't answer that. I don't really care." He ran a ran through his hair and looked at his watch. It was almost midnight. Most of the people around them would be passing out drunk at any moment. He had gotten accustomed to the habits of the regulars.

Brantley considered what she said about being friends for a minute. He hadn't really ever thought about being friends with her. It was a totally foreign concept to him. "So this is what I want, to make my first friend living here, so hopefully I don't have to spend anymore boring ass days by myself." He pondered this momentarily and decided that he could relate there. He hated being alone all the time, as well. Maybe it could be interesting to just be friends with her. He nodded his head towards her and offered a slight grin. "Well, then here's to being...friends?" A shot of whiskey was placed in front of him and he raised his glass. Before she even had the chance to toast with him, he downed the shot and shook his head as it ran down his throat. "Now don't go thinking that just cause we're friends means I'm gonna be nice to you, sweetheart." He shrugged his shoulders and nodded towards the door. "Wanna get outta here?" His headache was getting worse and he feared if he stayed any longer he would probably start yelling at some people.

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[maddie]

Ridin 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw

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"Clearly you have no idea what your talking about The words ran through her head as she listened with a smile on her lips. Clearly he always thought he was right. When he finished ranting about how he was the toy, and yadda yadda, she nodded again. "Touche," She replied as she watched him silently. She listened contently, watching as he downed the shot. She wasn't expecting him to be necessarily nice, now it was obvious to her that wasn't of his nature. She drank the rest of her beer, glancing around.

Everyone was still dancing, but everything was clearly a bit sloppier. She wasn't drunk herself, but buzzed enough to feel good. She watched the people, dancing on each other. A few girls had to be totted out, seeing as they couldn't walk. Sometimes she enjoyed getting totally shit faced, but not when she made an ass out of herself in public. That was never fun. Plus you'd hear about it for days.

She looked back to him as she sat the empty bottle down, and shrugged. "Yup, where to?" She asked him, raising a brow. "I drove, if you didn't you can ride with me" She began, nodding twords the door "I'm a good driver, promise" she chimed with a small laugh. She wasn't sure where they would go, but she didn't really care. He seemed annoyed by the music and everything else, and she was beginning to get a little tired of everyone around her. She pushed her bangs from her eyes, running her fingers through it to get the few knots out that accumulated over time. She pushed it over her shoulders, looking back at him.

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Duct tape on that license plate, a 6 gun in the dash
Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar
Brother I’m hell on wheels

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