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Post by lirie on Jan 27, 2012 20:22:14 GMT -5
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It was just another typical day for Nicholas, or Nick, as most people knew him. I would say as his friends knew him, but Nick didn’t really have any, not ones he truly cared for anyway, those he had were just there for his entertainment because he hated being alone with his thoughts for too long. Like always, his day started out in his home gym, boxing, weightlifting and a couple of miles on the treadmill, he wasn’t really fazed about being muscular, he just wanted to stay in shape, which was something his hobbies demanded. Those few hours he spent in the gym every morning was basically the only time he spent alone during his days and often his mind would drift back to all the horrible things of his past, which was exactly what happened on this day.
After his workout he obviously hit the shower and got ready for a day out and about, although he was in a bit of a dark place. Getting out of this dark place was easy for him anyway, it required only one phone call and he’d be too high to care within the hour. His supplier showed up only ten minutes after Nick had phoned him and they ended up doing lines of cocaine off his ten thousand dollar coffee table and drinking expensive whiskey, which caused time to fly by.
”I’m sorry man, I have to go…. Previous engagement.” his supplier apologized as he got up, extending a hand for Nick to shake ”Alright then, I’ll see you at the bar later, you still owe me a few of those nifty little pills you gave me last time.” Nick said as he shook his hand before watching himnod and head out of the front door.
Being alone and high is never fun so instead Nick decided to head to the bar and do what he did best, get, get with and forget. As soon as he walked into the bar he took his sunglasses off and sat on his usual seat at the corner of the bar, it had the best view of the place which made it easy for him to pick his target for the evening. Without having to order the barman put down Nick’s whiskey as soon as his back side hit the chair, which Nick responded to with a smile. ”Thank you, keep them coming.” he said as he took out a roll of notes out of his pocket and handed it to the barman ”Them and everything else I ask for, what’s left when I leave is yours.” he added on before lifting his glass in a sort of thank you salute to the bartender.
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Post by eli byrne on Jan 27, 2012 21:10:16 GMT -5
   She was bored out of her mind. She didn't have a job to do this evening and she didn't have a gun to run. Sighing to herself, her blue eyes stared up at the ceiling of the living room. This place was huge and she couldn't do one thing to entertain herself. No one was home. Not even the youngest, Asher Selwyn. When he was out you knew that you were a bore. Well, not really actually. That boy was starting to take after Connor so one could never guess what he was up to in all actuality. Still. The point was, she was older than him and he was out enjoying the night life. Not that he should, especially after the attention he had called to the family the other night. The little brat had put Connor in the spotlight at the police station and that was something that put Eli on edge. She appreciated Asher, but sometimes she wished that that boy would just stop and think sometimes. Shaking her head, Eli looked over her shoulder and at the clock. It was early. She could still go out and make something of her night. And she wasn't the one who needed to travel in a group of girls. Of course she had an address book on her phone filled with numbers of her fake friends but she wasn't in the mood to pretend tonight.
Looking down at her clothes she realized that she should probably change. Wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt wasn't really going to get her into any bars. She wasn't trying to draw attention to herself so she didn't really need to dress up, but some nicer clothes would be preferable. She had the budget to spend money on ridiculously expensive garments but she hardly ever wore them. Her jobs required practicality. She wasn't going to wear a pair of black high heeled boots like all of the woman spies did in movies. She would love to see how that was really possible in real life. Shaking her head, she entered her bedroom and yanked her clothes off. She had showered earlier in the day so that didn't concern her. Pulling on a pair of skinny jeans, she picked out a nice orange colored shirt. She wasn't a fashion designer. There was probably a special name for it like burnt orange or rust or who knew what. She just knew it was orange and it would match with the brown jacket she wanted to wear. Or...it actually looked pink sometimes. Oh well, it wasn't that important. It just matched. Completing the ensemble with her unpractical heeled boots, she grabbed her leather jacket and hurried out of her bedroom, wallet in hand. Her cell phone was shoved into her pocket and she was ready to go. With her luck she could get some fool to buy her drinks so she wasn't too worried about spending that much money.
Her long, blonde hair fell over her shoulders as she hurried into the garage, her keys pointed to the black Audi that Connor had basically given her. She opened the doors and backed out, closing everything up behind her. It didn't take her long to hit the strip with the bars but she knew where she wanted to go. Upside Down was popular enough and she was hoping to maybe get some unfortunate guy to get her drinks. She'd let him think she'd go home with him but that wasn't going to happen in a million years. She hadn't let a man touch her since...well she didn't want to think about it now. Shoving those thoughts from her mind, she parked the car and stepped out, hearing the wolf whistles from the pigs that were behind the bar. Ignoring them and making sure her gun was secure. She'd use it if they didn't shut their mouths soon enough. Walking past them, Eli entered the bar with a bit of relief. She knew she could take care of herself but situations like that always put her on edge. She needed a drink. Finding an empty stool at the bar she sat down and got the bartender's attention. Ordering herself a shot, she took it down quickly as soon as it was delivered and asked for one more. Rinsing the first one down with the second, she relaxed instantly. Well maybe tonight wouldn't be so bad. She had needed to get out after all, right?
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Post by lirie on Jan 27, 2012 21:43:35 GMT -5
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The sound of wolf whistles from outside the bar caught Nick’s attention almost immediately and when he turned his head to see what the fuss outside was about he discovered the answer to that question. Entering the bar was easily the most captivating woman he’d seen since coming to the states, his eyes widened slightly at the sight of her and a crooked smile formed on his lips, which was the look he always wore when he laid eyes on him target of the night. He finished off the last bit of his whiskey as he watched her make her way toward her seat, biting his bottom lip slightly as he tried thinking over his approach, her expression when he came in made him gather that she didn’t appreciate the whistling much, but his brain felt a bit too fuzzy to come up with a plan. Cocaine and thinking wasn’t exactly something that mixed well so he soon gave up and decided just to go with it.
As he put his glass down the barman took it to be refilled and immediately after Nick stood up and slowly approached the woman, who was sitting only a few stools away from him. ”Good evening.” he said in a smooth voice as he took off his black jacket and put it down on the bar before sitting down on the stool next to her, looking at her as he did. He smiled and picked up his drink the bartender had moment before put down in front of him ”May I buy you a drink?” he asked, lightly resting his hand lightly on her back.
When picking up girls in bars, Nick usually flirted heavily and because of his charm and unexplainable magnetism it usually worked out for him. In the few second he waited for her answer he gave her a quick once over before running his free hand through his hair.
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Post by eli byrne on Jan 27, 2012 22:06:02 GMT -5
Her blue eyes traveled the length of the bar to see what sap she could get to buy her a drink. She had worked her Irish accent and her charm before so it wasn't like she was a stranger to that. Thinking quickly, her thoughts were interrupted as she saw movement to her right. Her senses were on high alert. Even though she wanted a guy to buy her a drink she was used to making the first move. She was used to entering their personal space and not them entering hers. All those that had in the past usually suffered for it and she wasn't about to let this man get away with it either. The familiar warning chills ran up and down her spine as she caught him out the corner of her eye. Seeing the smug look on his somewhat charming face made her want to punch it right off of his face. And there was the violence in her. Forcing herself to relax and stand down for the time being she took a deep breath. Exhaling slowly she tried to make herself calm down. There was no point in getting all worked up now. Maybe he just wanted to talk.
As he put his jacket down she didn't look up at him yet. Yes the guy was good looking but she'd be dead if she fell for every charming, good looking guy that came across her path. Remaining calm for the moment, she heard his smooth sounding voice and glanced up at the crooked grin on his face. Oh really? The smallest hint of a smile formed on her own face and she decided that she would play his game. She would let him think that she believed his charm. If he wanted to act then she would too. Sitting back in her stool, she was about to answer his question as to whether or not he could buy her a drink until she felt his hand on her lower back. Well that just wasn't going to fly. No one touched her unless she said that it was okay. In seconds she had turned slightly, taking his hand in hers quickly and efficiently. Her skilled hands ground his fingers together, making sure that he felt bone rubbing against bone. It wasn't the worst thing that she could do. She was quite capable of breaking his hand right then and there but she thought that might be a bit more than rash. Her blue eyes flashed dangerously and she shot him a warning look that said she wasn't one to mess with. She wasn't one that he could take advantage of and she wasn't some bimbo that was going to go home with him after he fed her some alcohol. Oh he had another thing coming to him if he thought that was the case now.
"You can choke on your own drink before you buy me one. Don't touch me." She nearly snarled, her Irish accent thick and present as she spoke. She wasn't one to hide her accent because it was who she was. Of course there were rumors of the Irish mob coming into town but she didn't care. They'd never be able to prove that she was a part of it. Finally releasing his irritated hand, Eli righted herself at the bar and asked the bartender for another shot. Slugging it back like a champ, she accepted the biting sting the alcohol gave the back of her throat. Turning to him with her defiant, spirited gaze, Eli sized him up. She had seen the once over he had given her before she had taken matters into her own hands and she wasn't a fan of that either. "And stop looking at me like I'm a piece of meat or you'll find yourself blind before you can blink." She warned him, ordering one more shot. She figured she might as well just get drunk. That was going to be the only way she had fun now.
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Post by lirie on Jan 27, 2012 22:37:37 GMT -5
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Bad reactions to Nick’s advances was something he wasn’t exactly used to, or anticipated, it had happened once or twice before, but never to this magnitude. Her smiling had made him feel the rush of success, for only a second before her hand wrapped around his fingers and pressed onto them like a vice grip. Pain shot through his hand and up his arm, but he didn’t try to pull away, instead he sat there with a half shocked half amused expression, he definitely didn’t see that coming. ”Nice grip.” he said with a slight chuckle when she finally let go, flexing the hand she had just injured, the pain still linger slightly. To be honest he didn’t know what else to say, her reaction caught him off guard and he was at a loss for words, instead of speaking again he lifted his drink and drank it all in one girl, watching as it immediately got refilled ”Get me what’s she’s having too please.” he said to barman with a slight smile ”It might assist me in getting half the grip she has.” he added jokingly, nodding toward the women next to him.
Her last comment made Nick laugh out loud, sure it wasn’t meant to be funny, he was sure of that, maybe it was the mix of drugs, alcohol and adrenalin messing with his head that caused him to laugh at something that was said so seriously. ”Believe me love; I don’t look at my meat like that.” he said once he managed to stop laughing and shortly after took the shot the barman had brought him, loving the burn as it went down his throat.
The types of women Nick was used to were nothing like the woman he was next to know, where the other seemed weak and helpless this one seemed strong and more than capable of taking care of her self and where the others fell for his bullshit routine, this one seemed to have enough experience to see right through it. He liked all of this, it made her unique and extremely intriguing.
”Seriously though, I apologize for making you feel uncomfortable, it wasn’t my intention.” he said after a few seconds of silence, deciding to see if he could make something out of something that seemed to be a lost cause. It wasn’t everyday that getting who and what he wanted was a challenge for him and knowing that it wasn’t going to be easy just made him want her that much more. ”If I promise to keep my hands and my eyes to myself will you accept a drink from me? he asked a brief moment later, turning her head to look at her, making sure to look her straight in the eyes.
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Post by eli byrne on Jan 28, 2012 0:33:37 GMT -5
Eyeing him as he complimented her grip, she studied him for a moment after that, trying to size him up. He was taller than she was and definitely bulkier but she knew that she could take him. She had training from the Marines under her belt and to top that, she was a part of the mob now. You didn't make it in the mob by being a pansy. Furrowing her brow as she turned away from him and back to the bar tender, she shook her head with a roll of her eyes. She didn't have time to waste on someone like him. He thought with the wrong head and Eli could read that on him from miles away. She wasn't going to mess with that kind of guy. She had enough of assholes and he had that adjective written all over him. She asked the bar tender for another shot of tequila, wanting to feel that familiar rush that being drunk got her. She was ready to forget the emotions inside of her. She was ready to just push it all away and forget for one night. She didn't want to get so obliterated that she forgot who she was, but having a nice buzz was good enough for her.
Hearing his next comment as he took another shot, she wondered how bad his hand was actually hurting. When she played that game with Levi, or Jett as he liked to be referred to nowadays, he always let her know how much she had hurt him. But that was her brother. She liked to make him hurt because it was funny so she always put all of her strength into it. Of course she hadn't gone easy on this stranger but she could have broken his hand. She always came within an inch of breaking Jett's so she knew how to judge herself. Only one had she managed to break Jett's finger and she felt horrible to this day for that. Shaking those thoughts from her mind, she glanced over at him, sweeping him over. Oh great. Not only was he on his way to being drunk, but he was high too. She had a regular keeper on her hands. "You're going to have to do a lot more than drink and get high lad." The Irish pet name came forth before she could stop it and she nearly clapped her hand over her mouth. She needed to stop right there. Sighing once more, she asked the bar tender for one more short. Taking it back easily, she closed her eyes for a moment as her throat felt the familiar burn before looking forward and placing her glass on the counter upside down. She was done with shots for now.
As he laughed out loud and dared to call her love, she shot a look that would kill his way. "You must be higher than I first believed. Watch yourself. If I don't kill you, your drugs will." She said in disgust, showing her disdain for the substance he was abusing. Of course she was drinking, but that wasn't anything compared to the drugs he was on. Her form of drug was legal and perfectly acceptable. Almost getting up to leave now she decided not to. Then he would get a victory. She wasn't sure how, but somehow walking away would mean he won. And Eli never walked away from anything that she viewed as a challenge. Hearing him speak once more beside her, she turned her gaze to him to eye him suspiciously. He was generally sorry? Yeah sure, and she was the next First Lady. Nearly laughing out loud at that comment, she did feel her lips forming into a sneer. Trying to control herself, she just spoke instead. "Yes, I'm certain you're sorry." She stated, her accent making her words proper and precise. She was about to think about ordering a drink when he asked to buy her one if he behaved. "Even if I could believe that promise..from a drunk, high man...sorry babe. I don't take drinks from strangers." She said victoriously. Now hopefully she'd find out his name first. That was what her motive was here anyway. She would see where this would take her now.
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Post by lirie on Jan 28, 2012 16:08:22 GMT -5
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Nick could understand Eli’s hostility; if the situation was reversed he would probably be just as hostile if not more. Her obvious anger toward him didn’t bother him one bit, he was pretty much used to it. Anger usually came after the sex though, not before, that was the only thing that made this situation strange for him. Nick didn’t care about what people thought about him, he just put on a act for his own benefit, he needed people to keep him sane, as far as he was concerned, those who didn’t like them could ‘sod off’, as he’d put it. A lot of his time was spent in this very bar picking up women, drinking and eighty percent of the time he was higher than the empire state building, what he didn’t understand is why more girls didn’t know about his ways, women spoke right? Maybe they knew, thought they could change him, maybe they thought they were special, who knows, but if you asked him he’d say if you’re stupid, you deserve what you get. He could start feeling the alcohol work alongside the effects of the cocaine, which was slowly starting to wear off as he watched her furrow her brow, something told him she wasn’t going to be too pleased with him making fun of the situation.
As he waited for her to say something, if she was even going to, he sipped on his whiskey and watched her, wondering what to make of her, she was beautiful, but obviously not an ordinary woman, clearly strong, clearly not afraid of much, if anything. Her Irish accent reminded him of someone, but he was too high to put everything together at that point. When she finally spoke, his mouth hung open slightly in response to what she said, shocked and surprised that she noticed, he was good with hiding his addiction from people, no one ever mentioned it to him until now, which made him wonder how she knew, did she use herself, ‘No she’s no druggy’ he thought as his mind raced for something to say, his silence would prove his guilt, he was sure of that, he didn’t like people knowing who didn’t use themselves or who didn’t need to know. Eli looked nothing like a druggy; he knew a few female ones and knew all the signs. ”It takes the edge off.” he said with a shrug, giving up on convincing her otherwise, somehow he just knew he wouldn’t be able to. He wasn’t about to tell her what the edge was that the dugs took away, so instead of speaking he gulped down his whiskey and waited for his refill.
‘Wow, a death threat’ he thought as soon as she finished her next thought, he looked at her with raised eyebrows; she looked completely serious, which was both scary and attractive to him. Death wasn’t something he was afraid of really, he had thought about killing himself more times than he could count but for some reason he never did, he always got himself out of that train of thought by getting high. ”You’re really aggro hey?” he asked rhetorically, shaking his head, wondering if he’d ever be able to talk himself up from where he was now ”I’m going to die either way, so if you do, make sure to do it slow.” he added seconds later, thinking about how much he would enjoy the pain.
He chuckled heartily when she called him babe, it was obviously not out of endearment, but he recalled her not reacting to him calling her love ”Let’s change the stranger part then, the drunk and high part isn’t going to change anytime soon.” he then said, extending his hand ”I’m Nicholas, but you can call me Nick.” he introduced himself ”Feel free to use that firm grip again, I liked it.” he added with a small smile letting his hand hover in front of her.
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Post by eli byrne on Jan 28, 2012 16:39:11 GMT -5
In truth, Eli was used to getting hit on. She didn't think she was prettiest thing to walk the earth, and she certainly didn't usually dress to impress. Her brother actually made fun of her lack of style and fashion sense. She had the clothes in her closet but she hid them away because she wasn't comfortable in them and they certainly weren't practical. Like God forbid she had to run for some reason right now. The boots looked nice, but the heels were definitely going to hinder her. The point was, Eli wasn't a stranger to men coming on to her. It happened more than she would like to admit and more than she liked period. Ever since her stint in Afghanistan she had kept her distance from men. She wasn't swearing off of them completely but she was taking a break for a long time. When one man had tried to force himself on her despite her warnings and her hits, he found himself with a bullet in between his eyes. Eli didn't mess around with that type of situation. It was something that hit close to her normally stone cold heart. She wasn't taking any chances now.
This guy on the other hand was sending her spinning. That was why she wanted to push him away now. She didn't understand him because she didn't understand drug addicts. This was the first time she had really come across one that bothered to pay her any attention. Normally they were so high they were in a vegetable like state on the sofa. But this guy had all of the obvious signs and Eli's mob experience let her know that he was in fact on something. Sighing to herself she realized that this might had just gotten twice as hard. Looking over at him as he was stunned into silence, Eli finally smiled genuinely for the first time. This smile wasn't hiding the violent act she was about to commit because there was no violence to come. Yeah she saw right through him. She was trained to find out information on people. Observing them just happened to be part of the job. Observations of this man allowed her to conclude he was high and drunk. And his silence only proved that her calculations were correct. a bitter laugh escaped her lips as she faced forward, asking the bar tender for one more re-fill. Slugging it back like any man would, Eli let the glass rest in her hand before setting it down on the table. She twirled the cup in her hand for a moment, watching as the light played off of it. She was wasting time, distracting herself. Maybe he'd get the hint and leave. But alas, he was a persistent little bugger and Eli knew now that she'd be stuck with him. Well, she figured she would just have to go with it.
Hearing his accusation, she sent him a stabbing glare. "Aggro? What are you, five?" She scoffed, tensing up immediately. The fact that he pointed at her hostile nature got under her skin and it was obvious to anyone that she didn't appreciate it. Sending him another glare and wishing she could punch him out, she just asked for another shot instead. Drinking it back once her glass had been filled, she decided to take another small break to let the burn recede in the back of her throat. She had nearly sputtered and coughed when she took that one down and that wasn't her style. Sighing in slight defeat from the alcohol, she glanced at him once more, turning in her bar stool to face him. "Are you some sick fuck that enjoys pain, or am I missing something here?" Her accent made it difficult to understand some of her words, but her articulation was still there. She wasn't that drunk yet, which was a good sign.
Hearing him talk and then seeing his hand extended for her to take, she tried to figure out if this was some trick. Her paranoid, careful mind worked overtime as she tried to weigh the situation at hand. She doubted that he had some trick up his sleeve but she couldn't be sure and that threw her for a bit of a loop. Eyeing him suspiciously, she suddenly heard his last comment. Huffing in irritation, Eli took his hand grudgingly and shook it, releasing it almost as soon as she grasped it as if he had some sort of infection. She wasn't going to satisfy his sick fantasies. "Eli. I'll take a rum and coke if it'll make you stop pesterin' me." She said grudgingly, watching for the victorious smile that she was certain was going to show up. He was that kind of guy after all and she would not put it past him. Shaking her head now, she looked up at the bar tender and than back at her companion. "Is this what you do? Lurk around the bar to pick up a lass?"
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Post by lirie on Jan 28, 2012 18:02:57 GMT -5
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Nick’s drug habit started as soon as he arrived in the states, he immediately made the wrong kind of acquaintances and got sucked into addiction so fast that he didn’t even see it coming. He doesn’t regret it though, to be honest he loved it, nothing helped with his self hatred and emotional pain more than the drugs, another thing that distracted him was pain, he discovered this after his parents’ deaths when he started cutting himself, the first time was an attempt to kill himself, but afterward he started cutting for the sensation, it made him feel alive in a strange way, not like an empty shell like he usually felt. The cutting was soon replaced with fighting, he got in a fight at school which left him sore for days and from then he picked ones on purpose, hoping to get beat really good, any form of pain became like his own personal drug, something he looked for everywhere. Since he practically never fought back he never really got good with fighting, he wasn’t really an aggressive person until much later in life, he did get some training since he was a cop, but he only really started fighting back after his sister’s death.
”Five and a half.” he jokingly corrected her remark, winking at her with a hint of a smile, British slang wasn’t really seen the same way in the States, much less seen the same by someone of Irish decent. He then proceeded drinking his freshly poured whiskey, the effects of the cocaine were nearly gone and he didn’t want to be sober, he’d have to pick up the pace. Nick drank a lot, too much really, everyday for past year, which caused his alcohol tolerance to become annoyingly high. He frowned when she responded to him welcoming her iron grip, he did have an Irish friend but it was still hard for him to understand sometimes, he sat there silently for a few seconds before he got it ”Might sound strange, but love is more like it… Makes me feel…” he trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence, he was already telling this girl he barely knew much more than she’s supposed to know ”Alive I guess.” he added simply with a shrug before taking another gulp of whiskey. ’I might want to dial down on the weirdness.’ he thought as he did, he’d need to if he still wanted to aim for a shot with her.
He watched as Eli reluctantly took his hand an gave it a quick shake, for some reason feeling slightly hurt by it, which was a normal human emotion, something Nick hated having. He pulled back his hand slowly and rested it on the bar, chewing on the inside of his cheek like he usually did when he was in thought. He snapped out of it soon enough though, he wasn’t about to let his mind wander to self-pityville. ”You heard the lady.” he said to the barman the second Eli finally excepted the drink, feeling proud of his small victory. ”No promises, you’re too cute when you’re peefed.” he said as soon as the barman started pouring her drink, facing her once more with a smile. ”Now I just need to hear you laugh before I can decide whether you’re perfect or not.”
Nick got more hope when she actually started a conversation, but he knew he’d have to be tactful now, since his first attempt bombed so gloriously. He knew she had him pegged for what he was already and lying about it was probably just going to make things worse ”Pretty much.” he answered ”I’m usually pretty good with it.” he added soon after, thinking about the many girls he had picked up from this very bar. ”You’ve proven not to be as daft as they are though.” he added with a grin, not sure what angle he was going with and pretty much just going with the honesty thing, which was a entirely new concept for him.
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Post by eli byrne on Jan 30, 2012 11:47:37 GMT -5
Eli couldn't believe the situation that she was in right now. This guy was a druggie, that was easy to see. She had made a promise to herself and to her brother that she would never get involved with someone who was addicted to drugs. She hated that whole circle and the disdain was evident in her features as she studied him crucially. Watching for signs of anything else, she furrowed her brow as he turned to her wondering why she had to be the one he had decided to go after tonight. Why couldn't he choose any of the number of other women that were sitting by themselves around the bar? There was one who looked rather desperate in Eli's opinion. She kept eyeing the man who was pestering Eli at the moment and Eli just wanted to give her the go ahead. She wasn't interested at the moment, no matter how good looking the lad was. Wait, did she just admit that he was good looking? Well this wasn't going the way that she wanted at all. Sighing to herself, she realized she was entirely frustrated with herself. Was she that alone that this man was starting to look appealing to her? Was she the desperate one here?
Refusing to believe that she was that desperate, she turned to him as he began speaking to her once more in his British accent. That explained the use of the term aggro, but as he replied cheekily, Eli only scowled. Five and a half. She had a regular comedian on her hands and she found she just wanted to smack him upside the head. Shaking her head slightly, she rolled her eyes, which he could probably see easily enough. She didn't know what she had gotten herself into, but something was telling her that she was in for a long haul here. He wasn't going to give up easily so she might as well just count her losses now. Turning more in her seat, she studied him with her cold, calculating blue eyes, wondering how in the world she could get rid of this drug addict. Like it or not though, she found him interesting. Especially after his request for her to squeeze his hand like she once had. Now as he spoke about loving the pain because it made him feel alive, she quirked a brow. "That's a bit dangerous. Why does something that could kill you make you feel alive?" There. He had her attention. It was obvious now because the intrigue and curiosity had replaced the disdain and annoyance that had once been ever present in her eyes and on her face.
Watching him for another moment, she glanced to the bar tender when Nick put in the order for her drink. Or rather, she had put in the order for her drink, but he was paying for it. She supposed that wasn't entirely a bad thing. Maybe she could get away without paying for the rest of the drinks she had this evening. Who was she to refuse his offers from now on, right? As the bar tender delivered her rum and coke, she thanked him politely and took a sip. Well, he had made that strong. Nearly making a face, she used the straw to mix it better. He had a heavy hand and that could be dangerous. Taking another sip, she realized that the stirring had done nothing to soften the blow of the alcohol. Eli wasn't an alcoholic. She could take shots just as well as the next guy, but when it came to mixed drinks she didn't do so well, especially with rum. She was going to be drunk. Looks like she was taking a cab home. Sighing to herself, she heard his next comments and her attention snapped towards him, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Sorry to disappoint, but I'm far from perfect. Laughter isn't going t o help my case." She informed him honestly enough. It was true. If he wanted perfect he was knocking on the wrong door. Eli was nothing but trouble, and she needed him to see that straight off the bat. It would be safer and easier for him to handle that way.
She was surprised when he actually admitted that he came to pick up women here. Honesty was the best policy, but she hadn't been expecting it from someone in his state of mind. Or perhaps that was the reason he had actually admitted the truth. Scrutinizing him with her gaze, she nearly laughed when he said she was proving to be more intelligent than the rest. However, she wouldn't give in to his charm that easily. "Street smarts I guess. How many women have you actually been successful with? Don't you have a reputation by now?" Her accent was getting more thick, which meant she was starting to feel the alcohol. Her face was flushed from the amount of shots she had consumed and her head felt light and fuzzy. Great. She was going to be drunk in moments and if he asked her to go home with him, she didn't know if she could say no. She was tired of being alone. It was getting old for her and she wanted that to change. So what if she had a one night stand?
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Post by lirie on Jan 30, 2012 19:35:24 GMT -5
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Why Nick didn’t just give up and move on to an easier target was beyond him, he sat there watching Eli’s facial expressions and tried to figure it out, feeling the last bit of cocaine work out his system as he nursed his whiskey, it was starting to taste boring and wasn’t having much of an affect on him which was not only thanks to his high tolerance for alcohol but also thanks to the cocaine, one could get drunk on it, it just took a lot of drinking. Fortunately for him he was a fast drinker, so it wouldn’t take much longer for him to build up a buzz now that his high was gone. He turned his head slightly as he looked at Eli, she was really beautiful, but there were loads of beautiful girls, she had something more, a certain spunk none of the other girls had. Most of the time Nick wasn’t too picky when it came to girls, if she was pretty and willing he’d go for it, besides, he wasn’t going to phone her the next day, within a few hours she’d hate him for all eternity.
Nick merely chuckled as Eli scowled at his cheeky response; he was in a weird mood tonight. The way she looked at his seemed so analyzing, which made him strangely uncomfortable but he returned the favor, wondering what her story was, if it was anything like his, if it was worse, he knew he’d only get the answer by asking, but knew if he asked he might have to answer the same question and he wasn’t about to go into his past with a total stranger, heck he wasn’t about to go into his past with anyone. Eli’s question was something he has never been asked before, people weren’t really all that interested at the inner workings of his mind, which was good because he couldn’t really figure it out either. He wasn’t sure how to answer Eli’s question, so instead he downed the remainder of his whiskey and muttered “Shots, lots of shots.” To the barman as he took his empty glass before turning back to Eli ”You crushing my hand can hardly kill me…” he said with a smile, but something told him she could easily if she wanted to ”I don’t really know how to answer your question, it’s…. Complicated.” he said, frown lines appearing on his forehead as he thought about it, he felt uncomfortable sharing his feelings with her, he never talked about feelings with anyone, but he didn’t want to cut off their conversation so he pushed himself ”I don’t mind dying, it’s not something I’m afraid of, but surviving something deadly gives me such a rush of adrenaline, it’s more addictive that anything I’ve ever taken.” he said, not looking at her anymore but rather watching the bartender as he lined up a dozen shot glasses and filled them with different shots. ”As for pain… Well, it reminds you that you’re alive in a way that’s difficult to explain without going to deep into this thing.” he said as he tapped on his skull and smiled a crooked smile and looked toward her once more.
When the shots were poured, he nodded toward them ”Feel free to go crazy, I am.” he said drinking half the shots, back to back, feeling his eyes tear up slightly from the burn but not paying it any attention. Once finished he took a deep breath, cleared his throat and spoke again ”Sometimes a person’s imperfections are what makes them perfect to someone.” he said seriously, a moment later realizing that he sounded like a self help book author which made him laugh heartily ”I probably read that in a fortune cookie when I was stoned.” he added once his laughter stopped, shrugging.
Eli’s last question was another test of how far he was going to take this honesty thing he decided on going with, ”I don’t bonk and brag…” he decided to say with a sly grin ”As for the reputation, I’m sure I have one, but women seem to ignore it the moment I turn the charm up.” he added on after a brief pause. When he looked in front of him all the empty shots were taken away but his whiskey glass wasn’t refilled, the barman knew him well enough to know he had to wait for him to order something else ”I’ll have some rum too, with raspberry soda.” he said once the bartender was in front of him. ”So, what are you into? Any unusual vices like yours truly?” he asked curiously as he eyed Eli, he really wanted to get to know this girl, which went against everything he was used to.
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