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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 11, 2007 15:08:33 GMT -5
"Well, it's very nice to meet you." He twitched. "Someone's thinking mean thoughts about me..." He said with a sharp smile. Sherlock had a certain radar for this sort of thing. "Someone seems to think little of me." He said now laughing. "Now I want to get plastered."
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Post by Ashlei Soudai on Apr 11, 2007 15:21:00 GMT -5
Ash smirked impishly, "Well then," she turned to the bartender, "Another one for him." she said tilting her head of reddish gold curls toward Sherry. "My treat." she said, inclining that she would pay for that drink. She leaned against the bar, her elbows supporting her up so that she face the dancefloor openly now. She could really scan for who was watching her now without looking suspicious. Her brown eyes scanning over all the people, trying to find the eyes that had pin pointed her and so far hadn't left her.
"Not many people think well of me either. I hang around a lot of boys and so I am thought of as a whore." she bit her tongue slightly, before continueing. "The guys are only interested in each other though, so I dont see how that quite works out." [/color]
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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 11, 2007 15:32:29 GMT -5
Jon caught the beauty's eye and winked. He could see her cheeks redden from embarassment... or was that the extra alcohol? As soon as he noticed a reaction, he slipped away into the shadows, dashing under and over flailing drunken limbs, dodging heads and bodies once again. He then appeared on the other side of the dance floor. He caught her eye again, and smiled mischievously. Then dissapeared again. He continued teasing her for another couple of seconds, and then, when he himself felt rather hot and worn out from all the physical action, he seated himself at the bar, not far from her, but not too close, either, and ordered himself a drink. He kept his eyes darting from her face to the dance floor. Ah, chicks dig da mystery.
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 11, 2007 15:41:11 GMT -5
Sherlock looked over at Jon and raised his glass before taking a huge gulp
"Oi! The guitarist needs to practice! Eh!?" He yelled over to him, half drunk. "You know how to play anything? I think we could totally out-show these guys."
His American accent was especially strong, but there was a slight under tone.
Was that? No... It couldn't be... And it is!
He was speaking with a mix of an American and British accent. A gift from his mother you could say.
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Post by Ashlei Soudai on Apr 11, 2007 15:44:39 GMT -5
Ash had finally found the eyes and had blushed under their intensity. Watching as he played hide and seek through the groups of grinding bodies, and then sat a few seats down from her. She turned away abruptly, letting her back face him and facing Sherry. "He's the stalker." she said, unsure if she had used the right english word, but didn't care too much. She watched as the bartender filled her glass once more and smiled a thank you before taking a sip of it. Letting the fruity taste rest on her tongue, the bitter bite of alcohol giving it a very nice kick, before swallowing. [/color]
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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 11, 2007 15:59:13 GMT -5
Jon saluted the clochard 'warmly', secretly trying to remember who the hell the dude was. The girl was shooting brief glances at him, sending mental messages that he didn't find particularily reassuring. He skipped lightly off his stool and strolled nonchalantly over to the 'couple'. "Hi, erm, man!" he adressed the boy, "you're quite right about that one!" Then he turned to the lady, studying her closely, looking as if he noticed her for the first time. "And, who is this fair creature? Eh, man?"
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 11, 2007 16:02:34 GMT -5
"Eh, I figured as much. Me da' has a name fer his type." He said with some color to his face. "A dog." He said laughing. "He ain't too bad lookin'. He ain't too good lookin', but he ain't too bad lookin'." He said laughing harder.
"Hey, guy! What's up!?" He almost fell off of his stool, "I like your hair! We should totally play a gig! What says you!?"
Oh yeah, he was drunk, not totally drunk, but drunk enough.
He looked over at Ash and laughed. "This is Ash and she's totally a chick, not a creature. Get that sh*t straight!" He started laughing again. He never could hold his liquor very well, but it didn't matter, at least he wasn't an ass.
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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 11, 2007 16:07:27 GMT -5
Jon gave both of them his most dazzling smile. "'Course, erm, dude- I wouldn't mind a jig. As long as I get the keyboard and the vocals!" He could see the clochard was deathly drunk. Perhaps a sing-song would do him good- Jon beleived it above himself to steal girls from their drunk boyfriends.... Not that it didn't happen. "So, if the lady will allow," he bowed to Ash, "I will steal this nightingale and hoist him on the stage...."
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 11, 2007 16:11:41 GMT -5
"Dude, I'm drunk. Not dead." He stood and stretched. "And You've totally got to beat me to the mike." He said in a teasing tone. "Eh, f*ck it. Take it... My voice is too raspy anyways. I don't think you guys'll like that brand of American Indie rock too much."
He looked to the stage and pointed at the guys performing. "We got next!" He yelled over the music, "And I know we'll rock harder, louder, and faster than that!"
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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 11, 2007 16:20:04 GMT -5
Jon smiled bashfully, raising both his eyebrows at the same time. "Now, what would my fair angel like for me to sing? I'll do whatever most pleases you, ma cherie...."
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Post by Ashlei Soudai on Apr 11, 2007 16:26:52 GMT -5
Ash giggled as the drunken Sherry went to yell at the live band. Watching him with an impish smile on her face, she was rather peeved inside though to the fact that this guy had asked Sherry what her name was instead of herself. She could speak for herself thank you very much. She realized that it was talking to her and she raised an eyebrow, trying not to judge him too much without knowing him. "Do whatever you want, it's doubtful you can play the song I like." she said, thinking about her instrument back in her dormitory. Too bad she wasn't sitting in the garden playing it...that was always so refreshing. [/color]
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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 11, 2007 16:31:37 GMT -5
Jon changed his expression to mild confusion, complimenting himself on how fast he could put on guises. The girl wasn't giving in. Darn. Ah well, the longer the catch, the sweeter the kill. "Only one song? Ah, but that is like picking your favorite star out of a sparkling summer sky, miss. You can't honestly do that to me. You'll kill my poor heart." She didn't look impressed. Oh well, plan B, then... "Very well, /Ashlei/, you can do the vocals for us- so then I'll know what star is the most beautiful star in the sky."
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Post by Ashlei Soudai on Apr 11, 2007 16:41:02 GMT -5
Ash gave him a rather sarcastic sweet smile, one that almost nearly told him to fuck off, "I need my lyre, which is back at the school in my dormitory. It's a ballad...not a rock song." she said through her teeth, before turning to take another sip of her mango martini. It wasn't that she didn't like him, it was all the charming medieval times dialect that was making her feel sick. It was all just so, fake. It almost hurt to listen to. "Cut the flattery crap, and go sing." she said over her shoulder, trying as hard as she could not to judge him as a creep and greasy slimeball looser. [/color]
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