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Post by mickael on Jan 20, 2011 18:10:43 GMT -8
The engine of his 79’ Chevy groaned as he pulled up to Molly’s Saloon. He cut the engine with a flick of his wrist and stuffed the keys into his back pocket as he opened his door and slid from the cracked leather seat. His boots were silent as he made his way across the parking lot and easily slipped in through the front door. He found himself here again, at Molly’s, as he always did on a Thursday night. It shouldn’t surprise him that his visits were becoming more and more frequent. It shouldn’t surprise him that more and more he was finding himself here instead of at home. What did home hold for him anyways?
Inside held the dark, familiar dry mist that most bars held. This bar’s mist, however, was especially comforting and it greeted him with a warm welcome. Molly’s was particularly empty tonight. Only a few people stood at the pool tables, and only a few hovered around the bar. It wasn’t out of character for Molly’s Saloon to be rather empty on a Thursday night, and this was one of the reasons as to why he came at this time. That and because the thought at sitting alone in a large, empty house with nothing but Kaelynn’s picture to comfort him felt rather unbearable at the moment. So instead of heading home, he wandered over to one of the rough leather barstools. The smell of smoke clung to him as he sat down and slowly crossed his arms over the bar. Another day at work, another day that was particularly difficult. He had suited up without a problem, but as he sat at the edge of the helicopter staring down at the flames, he was hesitant to jump. That had been the first time, the only time that he was hesitant to make his jump. Usually the feel of hot flame on his face as he lept into the unknown darkness of smoke was a comforting feeling to him. But today all he had felt was hesitance. That was something he had never felt before. Not at work, not before a jump. Not when he knew he had to go in with a clear mind and a calm demeanor. And his insecurity and hesitance was what scared him, not that he was about to jump into the middle of a raging fire, Kain sighed deeply and ran his fingers through his dark brown hair. What was happening to him?
“Is there anything I can get you to drink, stud?” The voice of the young, female bartender interrupted Kain’s thoughts. Did he want something? Yes. He wanted a lot. But he wasn’t sure that she could help him with most of those. “Killian’s red, please...” Was all he said. She winked at him once before turning on her heal and disappearing into the back. When she returned, she was holding his beer. “There you go,” she smiled. She smiled back and took a swig. Here he was again, alone at the bar. One was the loneliest number, but drinking alone was even lonelier.
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Post by darcieodwyer on Jan 29, 2011 18:50:19 GMT -8
 pretty, pretty please don't you ever, ever feel
like you're less than perfect
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As Darcie stared at the walls of her apartment, lying flopped out on the couch, she realised this was definitely not the place she wanted to be right now. It was ridiculously quiet, and though she didn’t mind the quiet sometimes, it was becoming unbearable, since it was there all the time. She lived by herself, so it wasn’t like there was anyone else there to keep her company, and as for pets...well, she couldn’t exactly keep Athena in her apartment, she doubted her landlord would appreciate her converting it into a stable. Plus, the stairs could be a problem.
It wasn’t long until she had changed from her pyjamas, and was heading down the street to Molly’s. No truck today, it was still being held hostage in the mechanic’s...since she still couldn’t pay off her bill. So, Molly’s it was, as the other bars were a further distance from her apartment block. Not that she minded, she kinda liked the saloon, sometimes the nonstop music at the other two clubs became headache inducing...not to mention the drinks were more expensive. It would only be beer for her tonight, since it was the cheaper option, she hadn’t been out in a while because of the money situation, she was allowed to have one or two tonight, right?
“You know, I’ve never seen the reason behind ‘stud’ being used to compliment a guy’s looks,” she said, half to herself, half to the guy sitting at the bar, leaving it so he could either ignore it, or answer it, when she approached the bar, just catching what the woman said to him before she got his beer. He looked lonely, something she could currently relate to, and she preferred drinking with someone than alone, anyway, but she wouldn’t be offended if he didn’t feel the same way. Perching herself on the edge of one of the bar stools, she ordered herself a beer, leaning her elbows on the bar as she waited patiently for it to arrive.
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Words 335
Outfit Cominggg
Muse Get It Right - The Offspring
Notes Sorry it took so long, my internet's been out most of the week >.<
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Post by mickael on Feb 1, 2011 13:52:51 GMT -8
He sipped the beer carefully, slowly drawing the frothy liquid into his mouth. Its taste was comforting and cooled him down from the inside quickly. He should probably be at home right now. Everything inside him was telling him to leave, but he didn’t see a reason to go. There was nothing holding him here, but there was just as much nothing holding him at home. He felt completely detached to his home, as if it didn’t even really belong to him. The brick red walls were full of pictures; the dark gray carpet held the marks of his furniture; and his bedroom still held the familiar smell of Katelynn’s perfume. It was funny, how viciously he held on to the past. He probably should have gotten rid of her things by now, but he still slept with her pillow In the same spot, careful to leave her side of the bed exactly the way she liked it, almost waiting for her to crawl in next to him, to wrap her arms around his torso and say, “Hey baby, sorry I missed dinner. Traffic was a horrible...” And he would shift himself towards her, pull her to his chest and say, “It’s alright. We can do dinner tomorrow...” and then they would kiss and everything would be just fine. But that moment never happened. That moment would never happen, and the idea of changing his bed was just as bad as shooting down that perfect ideal dream. It would be recognition that it didn’t exist.
He noticed immediately when another person walked in through the door. He noticed because the entire atmosphere changed. Not in a corny, “brush of heated air” type way, no that would be cliché, but the way a sad room changes when a jovial person walks in. That feeling of momentary joy before the reality of the atmosphere closes back in on you. It was a nice change, and he didn’t mind looking as the cause of the change seated herself in a bar stool beside him. She spoke, and her accent was unfamiliar to him. Not southern, must be Irish. An Irish woman in a Texan bar. Quite the contrast.
“It never made any sense to me why women liked to compare us to an ungelded male horse. I see it quite demeaning, actually, even though it’s supposed to be taken as a compliment...” Kain brought the beer to his lips and took another swig. What did she take him as? A mindless male with only sex on his mind? Driven purely by testosterone and nothing more? Kain chuckled at the thought. The ignorance of people never ceased to amaze him.
He wasn’t quite in the mood for chatting, but the thought of loneliness drove him out of his mood. When was the last time he was able to make conversation with a pretty girl here? He couldn’t remember. He was sure that Katelynn wouldn’t hold it against him. “I’m Kain Mickael...” He smiled, and offered his hand to her, allowing a smile to drift his features. The first smile since a while.
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Post by darcieodwyer on Feb 15, 2011 21:07:21 GMT -8
pretty, pretty please don't you ever, ever feel
like you're less than perfect
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Darcie grinned. “Definitely not a ‘compliment’ I’d use myself,” she answered, accepting the beer that was slid in her direction a moment or two later, lifting it to her lips for a sip, studying him discreetly from the corner of her eye. He looked lonely. Not the same sort of lonely she was, it seemed a little deeper than that, unless she was reading him wrong. She couldn’t really say that she’d had too much close interaction with people over the last year, passing conversations and such, sure, but she was a little rusty when it came to people, admittedly.
She didn’t push the conversation on any further, leaving it up to him whether he wanted to continue talking any more. She wasn’t pushy, and she wasn’t sure if he wanted a conversation, or if he would rather be left alone, as so many people who came here by themselves seemed to want. So she took another mouthful of her beer, pulling a slight face at the bitter taste, it wasn’t her preferred drinking brand of beer, but it would do, for the price it was. And she had really only come to Molly’s to get out of her apartment for a bit, this was definitely no drinking bender.
It seemed he did want to talk, after all. “Darcie O’Dwyer,” she answered, giving him another friendly smile, putting her beer down to take the hand he offered her, shaking it lightly before loosening her grip and letting his larger hand go. He was attractive, she’d give him that...not that it was what she was looking for, of course. The first thing she’d noticed about him was his mood, looks came as an afterthought for Darcie.
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Words 285
Outfit Cominggg
Muse Playing God - Paramore
Notes That was terrible, I'm sorry >.<
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