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Post by irrational on Jun 30, 2010 21:54:51 GMT -5
Beer, hard liquor, wine...it could drive a human to the point of supreme aggression. It could drive them to wrap their hands around the throat of an innocent creature. It could cause them to climb into the car, barely able to walk, with them sure that they could drive home. He knew this, had read the statistics, seen the bloody result of a drunk driving crash for himself. He knew it was worse for teenagers, whose brains were young, not mature. He knew it and yet here he was, sitting in the shadows, a beer clutched in one hand. It was his first; he had been nursing it for over an hour, though he still couldn't believe what he was doing. But didn't he deserve a break?
Idiots at the parade had given him a hard time, for simply running by. FREE BIBLES! their shirts had declared as they pressed the Holy book upon him. He had refused, of course. He was an atheist through and through. Ugly yellow shirts with block letters couldn't change his mind.
Matthew took another sip of his drink, light green eyes staring out into space, slightly unfocused as he searched through his thoughts. He had a paper due tomorrow. Damn it! He should be at his motel room, studying and writing. He had left his mother's house a month ago; got himself emancipated, since he figured he was mature enough to live on his own and he didn't want to drag his troubles back to his mother. Another drink of beer washed the paper away; down down down the drain.
What a beautiful thing.
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Post by KATELYN TODD on Jun 30, 2010 22:44:40 GMT -5
Katelyn was sitting at the bar. Even though she was under the age of twenty-one, she still drank. She even knew what it felt like to be drunk. Being a shifter, she could drink more as her system absorbed it faster.
She knew what it was like to have a hang-over and she knew what it felt like o be in the hospital for seven days because of a crash she was in with her old boyfriend.
Katelyn looked around the old bar. It needed a lot of work to it, but it wouldn't be its self if it got a makeover. It wouldn't be the same. It just wouldn't.
Katelyn saw a man in the corner. He looked under the age of twenty-one also. She decided to turn back around and sip her drink.
The last time she was here, she met Domino again. The last time she was here, she had broken two noses, three knuckles, and given herself one hell of a good time, despite her breakdown afterward, and despite the fact that she still had a cut from the fight she was in when the man put a knife into her. She rubbed her forearm, looking at the cut that had stitches in it now. She started to pick at them and finally tore the stitch that she wanted to cut. She started to pull each stitch out. She winced as the cut started to bleed again. Emma would have her head.
Emma was the nurse that was also a shifter. She worked at the hospital and knew Katelyn well. Afterall, katelyn was a retired cop and visited the hospital often. Especially the ER.
Katelyn chuckled at the memories. She looked back at the guy and debated on talking to him, but finaly decided to just stay where she was.
Katelyn wore what she usually did to bars: a black vest over a tight black shirt, black skinny jeans and black combat boots. Her hair was let down and it went to her waist. She had dark makeup on, and she looked like she was goth, but with the cut on her wrist that was now bleeding due to her pulling the stitches, she looked like she was emo.
She sighed. She circled her finger in the condensation, her yen for Domino growing stronger.
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Post by irrational on Jun 30, 2010 22:51:03 GMT -5
There were not many people out tonight; all tucked away in their warm little beds, he figured, sleeping away the night, ignorant to all the troubles of their fellow humans. His eyes focused on a woman; probably under aged, like him. Probably having issues, like him, because what human didn't it? He watched silently as she messed with her arm and winced. Matt drained the rest of his beer and stood. He wore well loved blue jeans and a somewhat tight black t-shirt; nothing fancy. Why dress up, after all?
Matt slowly approached the bar and sat down next to the woman, though he did not indicate that he had noticed her.
"Another beer, please. Whatever the hell you gave me the first time," he added before the bartender could ask what type of beer he preferred. What was handed to him was somewhat warm, but Matt didn't care; he was experiencing a light buzz and the buzz was wonderful.
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Post by KATELYN TODD on Jun 30, 2010 22:58:39 GMT -5
Katelyn looked out of the corner of her eyes as the same man that was in the corner sat by her. I bet you thirty bucks you're under the age of twenty-one, Katelyn said to the man, looking at him, but then returned to picking at her arm. A small grin was spread across Katelyn's face. And no, I'm not Emo. She told him as she continued picking at the last stitch.
She thought morea bout Domino and a smile went on her face as she studied her arm. The wound was completely open now. She blew on it and it turned an icy color. She touched it. It felt cooler now instead of warm. She usually did that when she just got stitches: she would take them out three times, get the wound stitched back three times, then she would get them sewn up a fourth time and finally let the wound heal. It was a habit of hers, and sadly, this was her fourth time picking the stitches out. She would have to let it heal next time it got sewn up.
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Post by irrational on Jun 30, 2010 23:04:59 GMT -5
I bet you thirty bucks you're under the age of twenty-one.
Matthew popped the cap off of the beer bottle and turned in his seat to face the woman. His eyes slowly moved across her face, down her body to the spot on her arm as she spoke. To be honest, he hadn't noticed it. Besides, Matthew wasn't one to often label people; he had been labeled himself, after all. Why would he do it to someone else?
"As the incredibly weak saying goes, only soup cans have labels. I bet you thirty bucks that you are not a soup can," Matthew replied, his voice somewhat flat and slow when it came to speed, like it normally was. He was not one to speak quickly.
"And, yes, I'm under twenty one. I assume you are as well. Most people here are," Matthew added, his nostrils flaring out of irriation and slight anger.
He took another sip of his beer, only to keep himself quiet, for sometimes he was prone to rambling endlessly about pointless things.
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Post by KATELYN TODD on Jun 30, 2010 23:15:23 GMT -5
Katelyn chuckled. I actually have a label. Mayne have labeled me and many rumors go on around me.... Katelyn spoke smoothly, making conversation with the other man.
Katelyn saw a man sit down right next to the man she was talking to. He ordered a drink and then walked back over to Katelyn's side. He sat down beside her. He looked her up and down. Do you fellers here about that girl who got thrown over the bar last week? Rumor has it that she broke a guys nose! A girl, can you believe it? No offence, Missy..
Katelyn winced, half her face pulled up and twithed. She stayed quiet. Abd memories is what that man just brought up. She slowlly sipped her drink, avoiding the eyes of both of them for a minute, hoping the other man would say something.
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Post by irrational on Jun 30, 2010 23:21:17 GMT -5
Matthew grinned; it was more a spasm of the lips, but it was an effort, and that was what counted. He was cut off from replying by another man plopping himself down. Matthew eyed the man as he walked back over to the woman's side, beginning to speak to them
Ah, yes, another reason why he hated bars. Being social. Matthew was someone that preferred to observe, not socialize, especially not with men that weren't attractive in any sense of the word. Nor did he enjoy sexist men. Matthew eyed the stranger for a moment before speaking,"Indeed, I can. While men may have more muscle mass, we tend to lack brains; we act on pure instinct and, let's face it, instincts suck. Otherwise my eyelids wouldn't have kept coming down during my contact training and it wouldn't have taken me three different sessions to get it right. Er...anyhow...yeah, I believe it." His voice faded off awkwardly and he cleared his throat, staring at his feet.
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Post by KATELYN TODD on Jun 30, 2010 23:38:08 GMT -5
Katelyn chuckled and raised her index inger and said in a small weak voice, Yeah.... uh, about that... that was me.. She said as she traced the waterdrops on the dark wood that held her glass atop it.
The mans brow furrowed. I don't believe you... he said to her. Would you like a little demonstration? She asked him, hating it when people thought less of her.
The mad shrugged. Katelyn stood up from her seat, her black skinny jeans looking even tighter now. She looked at the man and then asked to see his wrist. The man shrugged again. Many were watching the two in the middle of the bar.
KAtelyn felt hte eyes on the back of her nek and grinned. she would enjoy this.
She took his wrist and put it around hers. Hold on as tight as you can, She told him, the grin getting wider. He closed his fist around her wrist and held on tightly. In a matter of seconds, he was down on the ground, his face squished against the dirty floor with his hand bhind his back and KAtelyn's knee at his neck.
Believe me now? She asked the man. He made an attpemt at nodding. KAtelyn let him go and he scooted back to the far wall of the bar, a wild look in his eye. She sat back down calmly on the bar stool next to the man again. What were you saying? She asked him, refering to the conversation they had before they were interupted.
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Post by irrational on Jun 30, 2010 23:42:25 GMT -5
Matthew watched with a scowl on his face. Yes, he hated sexist people, but was it really nesscary to slam someone's face into the ground? If they didn't believe her, so what? Matthew's grip tightened slightly on the neck of his bottle and he looked at the man, who had a wild look Matthew was wary of in his eyes, before turning back to the strange woman.
"Was that nesscary? His disbeleif in you does not matter, does it?" Matthew questioned. He had a temper himself, although he managed to keep it to verbal abuse most of the time; which was just as bad, but less expensive to fix. All one needed was a bridge, water or some other hard thing at the bottom and about five minutes of free time. Matthew, inwardly, chuckled at his sadistic joke while waiting for a response.
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Post by KATELYN TODD on Jun 30, 2010 23:48:18 GMT -5
Katelyn chuckled. He was just asking for it... It was a dark chuckle that escaped form her lips and a grin was placed on her face. I'm a retired cop, it's what I used to do.... She said, revealing a bit about herself, but not as much so he would know every aspect of her human life....or dog life for that matter.
She looked back at her glass, thinking even more of Domino. She loved him and he was her boyfriend, but she knew he needed some time to think. She needed some time to think.
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