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Post by Ashlei Soudai on Apr 9, 2007 21:50:38 GMT -5
Sitting quite contentedly on a bar stool, a martini glass twirling slightly by her index, middle finger and thumb on the stem, she sighed. Last time she had been in here, she had rather drank a little too much, gone a little hysteric and then fallen unconscious to awaken in the back room with quite the hang over. Ashlei had dyed her hair since then, the once chocolate locks were now a bright strawberry blond, looking like spools of bronze silk. Each tendril still curled and waved, and the length still fell across her slender shoulders. Ash licked her bottom lip before bringing the glass of white alcohol drowned liquid to her mouth and drinking a generous amount. The prickling heat sensation fallowing it down the back of her tongue and throat, leaving her insides warm and fuzzy.
Her legs were dressed in tight blue jeans, with black leather boots up to her knees. Silver buckles decorated the front and sides. From there was a creme colored satin thin strapped tank top and a jean jacket. Her pale midriff showed slightly as she leaned forward onto the bar. Her locks falling forward in a curtain of amber. Ash, then settled herself more comfortably on the stool, and her fingernails tapped the bar in beat with the song playing quite loudly. At least this time, she was just tipsy, not totally and completely intoxicated. Why this seventeen year old came here alone when she actually did go, was for simple reasons. She had few friends, and the friends she had she didn't want to bug with fruitless attempts in getting them to go places with her.
Brown eyes glanced at the dancefloor, at the maze of moving bodies. Each bumping and grinding together, arms wrapped around most likely complete strangers, and gleefull smiles on the half drunken faces. Ash's skin prickled as she watched them, then tore her gaze away to go back to studying her martini glass. Often she longed for friends, or even just one really good friend. She'd had one, Loleida, but the spunky blue haired girl had died a few weeks ago from a plant poisoning. Ash found herself starting to relive the moment when the slender spunkette had turned the same color as her bright hair. It had been horrendous, and Ash hadn't shed a tear. Not one. It was as if, crying for the death of her brother, and the near death of her other one, had drained her.
Now she was simply looking for a good time. Something to take her mind off all this death and destruction, and failing relationships that clouded the damned french school. Taking another sip of the mango flavoured martini, she stood and walked down the long bar. Glancing from person to person, her legs felt like jelly at the knee from the alcohol, but the world wasn't spinning yet so all was well initially. Finally the seventeen year old sat herself down beside a random boy, her curls falling to one side of her face as she tilted her head slightly. "Hey, howwsit going?" she said, slurring her words ever so slightly, but her gaze was concentrated, instead of dazed and cloudy. She wasn't drunk, her tongue just didn't know how to operate. Blasted tongue.
O.o.c// There ya go. Initaited some sort of contact for you to go off of. Just so your not groping for ideas for how to touch base with my character. [/color]
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 9, 2007 22:04:25 GMT -5
Sherlock looked over to his right, his eyes catching Ashlei's for a second before setting back on the pint of beer set before him.
It was his first day and he was already going to get himself drunk.
Strapped to the American's back was a guitar, over his eyes a pair of thin glasses; his normally bright eyes were dulled, half ajar, the gaze of the dead set in them. This had been a miserable day.
Sherlock wore a white hooded vest over a red t-shirt and a pair of loose fitted blue jeans with a brownish under-tone. On his feet he adorned a pair of black boots, their metal toes visible.
"What does it matter?" He called over to his right looking up again. "I hate this place and I know for a fact that everyone hates me..." He hiccuped.
This girl was beautiful with a capital 'B'. This fact took him back for a bit, but he shook it off rather quickly.
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Post by Ashlei Soudai on Apr 9, 2007 22:12:51 GMT -5
Brown eyes widened into saucers, and she placed a hand on the bar to steady herself for she was starting to fall to one side slightly. Brushing her bronze bangs from her eyes she shook her head. "No one hatessyou, no one knows you. You are the new student from...America right?" she said, picking up on his outlandish accent right off the bat. She herself had a french accent from living in France all her life, she spoke english since it was the universal language and was encouraged at the school. She crossed her legs, and put her hand on his arm for a moment. "I don't hate you. " she said with an impish smile.
She glanced over when she saw the bartender filling her martini back to the rim. Ash took her hand off the boys arm, and picked up her martini, she cooed a thanks to the bartender and took a sip of the delicious alcohol. Then giggled as she looked back to the boy, sizing him up with her eyes she noticed that he was definately shorter then herself. Then again, it was her long legs that made her taller then most people anyway. "I think...I'm going to end up smashed tonight." she said, nodding her head slightly as she chuckled. [/color]
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 9, 2007 22:21:46 GMT -5
The American's eyes widened when she mentioned that he was the new guy on the grounds. He sighed and looked over at her, this time keeping his gaze locked on her eyes.
"Looks like I won't be going home sauced."
Sherlock spoke with a smile despite his long travel to get to France. He closed his eyes and nodded.
"I'm a seventh year... This is actually my first day in the country..."
He spoke in a hushed voice. A slight blush on his face. This girl was taller than he was, but she was so shockingly beautiful...
"Thirteen hours in a plane... Closed bar."
He said now laughing at himself.
"Hey. Can I walk you back to the school when you're done here?"
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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 10, 2007 13:07:05 GMT -5
The dance ended. Jonathan let go of the half-drunk girl and strolled, dodging random flying objects such as hands and purses, to the bar. With an elegant gesture, he sent the barman flying to get him a martini. Legs crossed, he sat down on a stool and gazed lazily about. A movement in the daze of movement caught his eye, a flicker of colour in a field full of colours, a dash of lightning in the middle of a storm. He stood up, knocking his martini glass into the chest of the stunned barman. To him came a vision of beauty- not comparable to Venus, no, but a girl that stood out nonetheless. He steadied himself and brushed a lock of hair from his face, adjusting his black cloak at the same time. The thing was, whenever Jon saw something that stood out, he had to have it. She wasn't alone, of course- beautiful girls rarely are- but her companion looked clochard enough to be discarded after a while. Jon regarded him critically. One of the new arrivals at the seventh year. Oh well. So bad for the seventh-year. He plastered a polite smile onto his face and made his way towards the target.
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Post by Ashlei Soudai on Apr 10, 2007 14:41:47 GMT -5
Ash took another sip of her mango martini, "Welcome to France then. Oh, and Beauxbatons of course." she said, with a half giggle, and started running her fingers through the waves of her reddish gold hair. It was a habit, she liked the feel of the strands running through her fingertips, it was like water almost. His next question surprised her slightly out of her stupor, and she gave him a warm smile that she often gave her other friends. This including, Sephy, Gaara, Elly, Cove...come to think of it, all her friends were guys now. She supposed that made her look bad in a way, but most of those guys were bisexual and quite interested in each other and not her. "Of course you can. I think I may need help getting back if I continue drinking...which I plan to. These mango martini's are better then sex."
She remembered the first time she heard Elly say it, she had nearly spit out her drink all over his lap. Gaara and Cisco had pointed and laughed at her shocked face, now she had adopted such comments and used them without even a blush. She brought the drought of sweet alcohol to her lips and took another sip, when the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Someone was watching her rather fixedly. She could feel their eyes roving on her figure and she turned her head rather slowly and looked around the bar. Trying to find the source of the 'someones-watching-me' feeling that swept over her. Feeling slightly creeped out she scooted closer to the boy on her stool ever so slightly. [/color]
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 10, 2007 19:22:10 GMT -5
"Aye." Sherlock said raising his mug, "Here's to France." He downed a mouth full and sighed.
"Tell me the truth, what're my chances of surviving here in France... Beauxbaton's to be exact... Are they slim?" He shook his head, his curly hair actually falling over his eyes. "Know what? Don't tell me."
He smiled and looked at her when she moved slightly closer, "You're on my foot." He said almost laughing. "What's wrong, am I making you nervous with my American charm?"
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Post by Ashlei Soudai on Apr 10, 2007 19:53:29 GMT -5
Her head had been turned the other way, looking over her shoulder suspiciously. When he spoke she turned back to face him quickly, strawberry blonde curls swinging out and over her other shoulder. "Huh? Oh sorry." she said, but didn't move. Brown eyes glancing around the bar rather cautiously. "Someones watching me...I can feel it." she whispered to him, leaning in toward his ear so that only he would hear her. She sat back up straight and took a sip of her mango martini, trying not to look obvious to the fact that she was still searching for the pair of eyes she could feel drilling into her.
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 10, 2007 20:41:06 GMT -5
Sherlock blinked and then smiled, whispering into her ear.
"I got an idea..."
With those words he put his arms around her and locked lips. After a second he released and said in a half-drunken voice, "I'm so happy you agreed to marry me after we graduated. You really know how to make a man happy."
Oh my God, I don't even know her name. What is wrong with me!? She's going to so kill me for this later!
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Post by Ashlei Soudai on Apr 11, 2007 14:46:01 GMT -5
Ash was about to ask what his idea was, and nearly fell off her chair when his lips touched hers. Woah now! She hadn't been kissed in awhile now, and made a slight noise of protest when he pulled away but it was lost in the loud music that droned through the building. She felt slightly dazed, but she was sure that was just the alcohol. One mango martini's too many. In fact, she nearly missed what he said and when it registered in her brain it was like an 'ahah' moment.
She nodded and took his hand in hers, trying to look as in love as she could...although all she knew about that was from movies and she wondered if it appeared as fake as it felt. She glanced around through the corner of her eyes, trying to see if the person who was staring at her had stopped. She could still feel their eyes boring into her, and she had a hard time convincing herself that they had stopped. "Think they stopped?" she whispered. [/color]
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Post by jonathangrant on Apr 11, 2007 14:50:26 GMT -5
Jon had been quite put off by the clochard's obnoxious attempts at romance. It was either that he was stupid or drunk, or, even more likely, both- but Jon didn't need any drunken pub brawls with throwing of fists and hexes. He hid behind a dancing couple, his eyes following the girl's face. She didn't look particularily happy, either- sort of protected and insecure in the hobo's lanky arms. Jon decided to lie low, wait until the dance was over, and then make his move....
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Post by Sherlock Kennedy on Apr 11, 2007 14:53:25 GMT -5
"I don't know." He said with a smirk. "Sorry about that, by the way."
He sighed and took another drink from his mug and laughed a little to himself.
"Sorry for bein' a bad kisser. I honestly have to say that this was only my second kiss." He laughed a little louder and nearly fell out of his stool. "Sorry for bein' a creep too. I'm sure you have enough of those around. My name's Sherlock, by the way. You can call me Sherry though."
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Post by Ashlei Soudai on Apr 11, 2007 15:02:02 GMT -5
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She could still feel the heeby jeebies crawling up her back, there they were again. Ash could feel the eyes on her, and she wiggled slightly. Then smiled to boy, "Oh you weren't a bad kisser...well at least what I could tell from the three seconds of it." she said, then placed her empty martini glass on the bar. Sherry? What a cute name. "Aw, I love your name, its really original. I'm Ashlei, but my friends all call me Ash."
She swung her legs slightly from the stool, smiling rather innocently as her favourite song played from the speakers. [/color]
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