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Post by indianawest on Mar 17, 2011 5:34:19 GMT -8
It was Thursday night and that meant that Indiana West was slinging behind the bar at Molly’s. Over the weekend the blonde could be found at the Basement but during the week they cast her over at Molly’s since she was still new to the area. Indi wasn’t miffed by it, she knew they were impressed they just had too much pride to admit it so soon. She was miffed by how exclusive it all seemed though, she didn’t need any work drama. Plus the kids didn’t tip as well as the patrons here. Maybe she’d throw in the towel and stick it out at Molly’s. The lithe blonde finished pulling the draft, Coors Light, of course and set on the bar and pushed it. The patrons lifted up their glasses to allow the drink to glide down the bar to it’s patron.
”Okay star slinger, can I get a ‘kaze and a Nutty Irishman on the rocks?”
Large blue-grays glanced up briefly at the snarky patron, sharp and bright against her tan complexion and Indiana gave him a smirk that Lucifer himself would have paled against. There was nothing Indiana loved more than a challenge. She set up the rock glasses and grabbed the bottles from her speed rack, flipping and twisting them in her hands like they were as light as batons before pouring them. She finished the drinks in less than a minute and handed them over to the patron without a word, just a light, warm smile. The man snorted and grabbed his drinks before stalking off. Indiana only shook her head a little to herself and chuckled. She loved her job, it was simple and took little to no thought at all. Bartending was always interesting.
Her shift was over so she left the bar and wandered over to the bathroom to wash up. When she came back out she saw that her Rob Roy was sitting on the bar waiting for her. One of the perks of Molly’s was that you could get one free drink and some food after your shift. Indiana supposed they had broken out the Roy for her because they wanted her to quit the Basement gig, but it could just be wishful thinking. Indiana sidled up to the bar and stretched her long tan arms. She was wearing a black tank-top so her upper-half sleeve on her left arm was fully exposed. It was an intertwining work of a coyote, a long-horn skull and cowgirl set against a cactus and a series of desert wildflowers. Indiana loved summer simply because she could expose her tattoos and look at them whenever she pleased. Other than her sleeve you could see the looping black script on her left wrist, ‘Fuerte’ and a little of the horse’s long forelock on her right shoulder. Indiana let her hair down from it’s sloppy bun to cascade in feral gold waves past the middle of her back.
The blonde took a light sip of her Roy and paused. They had broken out the Johnny Walker for her. Something was definitely up.
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Post by brycecordell on Mar 22, 2011 5:14:54 GMT -8
  i just wanna run, hide it away
run because they're chasing me down
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Molly’s Saloon wasn’t usually Bryce’s choice of watering hole. But tonight, he didn’t want the loud, incessant club music, the packed rooms and the dancing. No, just a few drinks tonight in a quieter place. He didn’t usually mind the noise, but he had been feeling a little out of kilt this week, questioning almost each and every action he had taken in the past few days. Well, even more so after his conversation with Alanie at the coffee shop the other morning, he was starting to think more and more than he was beginning to lose it. Maybe he could blame the aging process. He might actually be starting to grow up properly.
That didn’t stop his usually confident, almost to the point of arrogant, side to show through, however. It wasn’t deliberate, he was just so used to carrying himself like that, and he was a really confident person, so it came almost as natural to him as breathing did. He often gave off the impression of being a complete prick until he actually opened his mouth to speak, despite his whorish tendencies, most would actually think he was a decent person. He was honest and knew what boundaries were, even if he did occasionally push them a little. And that was what made the difference between him and most of the other male patrons of Molly’s as he walked through, he was confident without the booze and carried himself differently as he made his way to the bar.
“Just a straight Jack, thanks,” he told the bartender who moved forward to serve him, he wasn’t a big beer drinker, so it was mostly spirits for him on the occasions he did have more than a drink or two. And tonight just might be one of those nights. He pulled his wallet from his jean pocket, tossing a bill across to pay for it, stepping back from the bar a little as he shut it again, stuffing it back into his back pocket as he waited patiently for his drink. A movement caught his attention from the corner of his eye before he had looked up.
“That’s some impressive ink you’ve got there,” he said, tones nonchalant as he reached over to the bar to pick up his drink, which had just been slid in his direction, not really looking in the blonde’s direction as he spoke, then took a mouthful of drink.
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