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Post by Irina Marie Dales on Feb 7, 2010 15:47:00 GMT -5
 
Irina showed the bouncer the fake ID that she had, and they let her in. She sighed to herself after she was inside. She was usually almost never her. She never drank that much, so it was rare to see her here, in the bar. She walked around, avoiding all the drunk guys there. She was pretty, and she knew that. While trying to avoid guys, she walked into one. She looked up. His blonde hair was over his green eyes and he smells like alcohol and tobacco. Major turn off. The only guy she ever liked that smelled somewhat like that was Ash.
"Heyy. Wanna dance?" He asked, slurring. She looked at him. "No thanks.." She said. He grabbed her tiny arm and started to pull her. She yanked her arm from him. "Please. Leave me alone.." She said. She quickly walked over to the bar and sat down, tangling her legs around the stool. She wasn't going to be picked up at all. Not by anyone. She looked at the bar tender, who was just laughing at her. He had clearly seen the whole thing.
"Tough night already?" He asked. she nodded. "Can I just have a black and tan please?" She asked. He looked at her for a moment, then nodded. He made up the beer and handed it to her. She thanked him and gave him a five. She turned around and took a sip of her beer. She made a face. Why did she even come here, she hated beer. The smell, the taste. Just about everything of it.
She wanted someone to talk to here, someone she knew. But from when she looked in, to when she got here, she didn't see anyone that she knew here. This was sad. She was new here, so she barely knew anyone. She had a few friends, but they are all at a party with someone else, who didn't invite her. She sighed. Maybe not many people liked her, she wasn't sure. Then again, she was the new girl. She sighed again and took another sip of her beer.
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Post by Ashley Bryan O'Connor on Feb 7, 2010 16:57:02 GMT -5
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As Ash downed his seventh beer, he wondered vaguely if he should stop. It wasn't really a conscious decision but more of a questioning in the back of his mind. Maybe he should stop before he threw up. That'd only be the smart thing to do. But for some reason, he wasn't feeling very smart. He was feeling sleepy and stupid and drunk as a fish. This was the hour of stone, the hour of soaring, when he was a walking contradiction, a paradox hidden up his shirt sleeve. He felt so heavy, physically, but mentally, he was flying. A cool sweat covered him, the thin sheen visible only when the strobe lights flashed over him. Ash felt so good, and so wrong all at once, another backwards statement lost to him due to the alcohol. "Rough day?" he heard the bar tender ask someone, and he nearly choked on his beer. He highly doubted anyone's day had been quite as rough as his own. It'd started out sucky. Midnight, still awake, the smell of freshly made--and devoured--pizza filling his small apartment. The TV was on, not that he was watching it. It was on mute and Ash had his laptop open on his chest, a paused image of something less than appropriate across the screen.
Go to sleep, he'd been begging himself for hours, finally succumbing to the desire that had filled his mind and body since he'd woken up that morning. Green smoke was coiling through the air within moments and when he was done, Ash shut the computer, turned off the TV and fell asleep. It wasn't a practical medication, but it worked. The way he saw it, he had three choices: Go on sleeplessly, get addicted to more sleeping medication, or smoke a little pot every once in a while when the insomnia was getting to him. It wasn't a hard choice in Ash's opinion, and the weed was practically right there, in his apartment it was so easy to get a hold of.
Six hours later, Ash was spitting his morning breath down the sink and combing the snarls out of his hair, a luxury that he rarely ever got, the insomnia was so bad. Your hair can't tangle on the pillow if there's no sleep involved.
He had had a French test that day, which he'd forgotten to study for, but had at least stayed awake during. He was fine, he was content--almost happy--and he wasn't asleep, which was the key to the rest of his happiness.Never had he ever taken a test while being able to focus on nothing else accept the test. Normally, he was trying to stay awake. Oh, there must have been a God to have planted weed on earth, even if only to save Ash's sanity.
Of course, this all came crashing down as the pot wore off somewhere between physics and trig. And now he was here, drinking to a better treatment for insomnia, and maybe for some more money to get some more pot. Whichever happened to come along first would make him perfectly happy, and maybe even a little excited.
He yawned and slipped his hand into his pocket. Of course, Ash was rooting for his pain medication, because his back was starting to feel like little bits of shrapnel were worming their way into his spine. He dropped two of the pills into his mouth, followed by a quick swig of alcohol to wash them down. Normally, Ash was pro at swallowing them dry, but he was looking for an excuse for more alcohol. The bartender gave him a sharp look. Everyone knew that all the little orange bottles said taking drugs with alcohol was stupid, and, well, maybe Ash was stupid.
And that's when he saw her. She was a familiar face--or maybe she wasn't--and she was looking out at the crowd like she didn't even notice him. And maybe she didn't, but Ash noticed her, and he thought he recognized her. "'Rina!" he slurred, the volume of his voice lurching up. "You look good baby!" The bartender noticed this and immediately walked over. "I'm cutting you off," he informed Ash much to the teenager's resentment before moving on to the next customer. Wonderful. Just was Ash wanted. Not. Jesus Christ. What kind of bartenders did the hire here? "'Aye-reen-ahhhhhhhh!'" he sang out to her, concerned ever so slightly that she was purposely ignoring him.
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Post by Irina Marie Dales on Feb 7, 2010 17:24:21 GMT -5
Irina took another sip of her beer. Why would she drink something she didn't even like? Like that made sense. She thought for a moment. Would it taste better if she just chugged it? She could get a martini afterward. She tipped her head back, the glass pressed against her pale pink lips. She drank most of it, and put the rest on the counter. Blech. That only made it taste worse. She looked at the bar tender. "can I have a martini?" She asked. The man nodded. She smiled. Anything to get rid of the horrid taste of beer in her mouth.
She nodded her thanks to the man when he gave her the drink. She took a sip. Much better. The taste of beer in her mouth faded with the more she drank of the martini. She smiled to her self. She drank the entire thing, and asked for another. She took that and took a sip of that. She didn't want ot get to drunk. She didn't like the feeling of it, but maybe three or four drinks wouldn't hurt her to much. The music blasted songs through the club, ones she liked, and some she didn't.
She took another sip of her Martini, and smiled. She loved the taste of this alcohol. It wasn't like a beer, it was better, and didn't give the nasty taste to her like a beer did. She licked her lips and took another sip. It was good, and she drank the rest of it. She looked at te bar tender. "Can I have another one please?" She asked to him. He handed her another one. She would pay later, she decided
She looked around. She only went by Rina to Ash. He was the only person to call her that. Ever. She turned and looked at the boy that calling her Rina. "Ash? Is that you?" She asked, looking at him. She smiled almost instantly. "Ash!" She whispered to herself. She blushed when he said she looked good. "Thank you. You don't look to bad yourself." She said to him, over the music. She raised one eyebrow at him. "What was that?" She asked.
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Post by Ashley Bryan O'Connor on Feb 10, 2010 17:34:30 GMT -5
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"No, no. I just knew your name because it's Sharpie'd on your forehead." Ash rolled his eyes, edging over close to Irina. "Whatsup, baby girl? Where've you been?" The alcohol was completely blocking the rational part of his brain which was trying to inform him that Irina had, in fact, left town shortly after they'd started going out and shortly before Ash's grandparents moved him away as well. "It's been a while," he stated, gazing at her and drinking her in. She looked very much the same. A few years older, of course, and a little more unhappy, which wasn't what he had wanted at all. Ash would've hoped that after they'd moved on, she'd find someone else that would make her happier than Ash ever could.
Ash blinked, his eyelids heavy. He wanted more alcohol, which he couldn't get because he'd been cut off. He half considered asking Irina to please buy him another, but decided that since they're just reunited, he could probably hold back his alcoholic tendencies, for a little while, at least. The drugs issues, too, could probably stay under wraps. And the insomnia. Actually, now that Ash was giving it a nice, long thought, it probably would have been a better idea to just sit back and watch Irina, no vocalizing, no informing her of his existence. One drunk night, and, well, not that. No, but now Ash was going to have o deal with Irina's parents all over again. What an overly-enticing idea.
"Honey, baby," Ash said, his words slurred and soupy sounding. "C'm'ere!" he tugged on her waist lightly, inviting her to sit on his lap. Oh, Jesus, he missed his sweetheart. It hadn't really occurred to him just how much he'd wanted her back in his life--preferably with a lack of unnecessarily concerned parents--and he was almost literally dying to let her back in.
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Post by Irina Marie Dales on Feb 10, 2010 18:13:10 GMT -5
Irina sighed. Yep. That was the Ash she knew. "Sorry. You've changed a lot..your in a..'' She cut off. She didn't want to make him upset. He probably didn't like to talk about it anyway. She looked at him. "Oh you know...around." She said sadly. She smiled at him though, faking that she wasn't really upset that she left him. "Yeah. It has. How you been?" She said.
Truth was, she really did miss him. She never really got over it, and she stopped listening to the, then ended up just leaving. She was eighteen after all, she was free of them now. She was happy about that. She took another sip of her martini. She looked at him. "Oh. Did you want some?" She asked as he was looking at her. She held out the martini to him. Though, she wasn't sure if he would want it or not.
She looked at him as he spoke. He was really drunk. And yet, she didn't seem to care that much. She felt his hands on her waist and she looked down at him. She smiled and moved over to sit on his lap where he wanted her to be. She felt strangely happy there. She missed him so much. They were the prefect little couple when they last saw each other.
She smiled at him. "You know. Since I'm eighteen, my parents can't control me anymore. We could..up..get back together if you wanted to.." She said. She draped one arm around his shoulders and sat on his lap contently, with a martini in the other hand.
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