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Post by riley on Jan 28, 2011 12:18:04 GMT -5
Resting his hands on top of his cue, Rileys’s eyes watched the balls as they clattered around when the girl took her shot. He frowned a little, more because she missed the shot than because she was bad or anything – he wasn’t the kind of person who got annoyed easily after all.
Well, he used to be. But that wasn’t the point these days now was it?
Smiling glibly back at the girl as she looked up, Riley leaned the cue to the side a little as he turned to look at the blonde girl with the scruffy ponytail, for some reason feeling suddenly quite old. Ah well. Nothing wrong with chatting to younger girls as he was told so very often by one of his friends at the shop – though his reasons for chatting to them were very different to Rileys. He had made a mental note that day not to let his sisters anywhere near him.
“ye thats it. Guess so... Unless your friends playing?” he asked, arching a brow in Simi’s direction. “don’t wanna hog all the fun now do we?”
TAGS: TELLIE//SIMMI WORD COUNT: ? LYRICS: hello seattle - owl city. CREDIT: julieanne @ caution 2.0[/size] |
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Post by Simone Winchester on Jan 28, 2011 12:38:02 GMT -5
 
Content for the moment to watch her companions play, Simi sat on a small bar stool and sipped her drink. When Tessa became occupied, the little blond quickly reached into her pocket and pulled out her droid. A quick check for new messages and a quick call to Primrose that went unanswered and it was slid deftly back into her pocket. It wouldn't do for her friend to catch her pitifully scanning for Ry messages. She'd threatened to throw the thing out the window the last time.
Glancing back at the table, the blond arch a brow and then shook her head. Tessa was hustling the young man and it was all she could do not to laugh. The poor guy had absolutely NO clue what he was dealing with but far be it from her to warn him. Never trust a pretty face and all that.
Just then, the young man seemed to sense her attention and turned towards her. With a laugh, she held up her hands and shook her head. "Er.. um.. No.. thats quiet all right. I think I'll just go... " glancing around quickly she tried to come up with a viable excuse. "PICK SOME MUSIC!!"
That said, she slid off the stool with an impish grin and headed for the jukebox in the corner.
As she went, she glanced over her shoulder and felt her little "friend" tickle her ear. From the corner of her eye, she saw the little creature hover noiselessly beside her and she almost groaned. A quick look around the place though assured her that no one was paying her any heed so she eyed the thing and whispered. "What are you doing?? Your going to start a stampede if anyone sees you here!"
Snorting at her, the little pixie fluttered its wings and settled on the jukebox top. Its little feet tapped impatiently as it waved madly and beckoned to the change taker. "Oh? you want music too?" Simi asked it and received an empathetic nod for her efforts.
Shrugging, she feed a couple dollars in and leaned over to pick music.
However, faster than her eyes could blink, the little pixie swirled over the buttons and suddenly, there were no more selections to make. Scowling at it, the young woman sighed. "Are you sure your a pixie? I swear your more like a gnat that needs swatted or something." That, of course, earned her an angry "Humph" before the damned thing buzzed away toward the bar and made Simi wish she'd bitten back her words. "GREAT... ESCAPED PIXIE ON THE LOOSE" she thought with a resigned sigh.
As she watched, the little creature landed besides a particularly drunken fellow's glass and leaned in for a test of his whiskey.
OH GOOD LORD!!!
Slapping a hand over her mouth to stifle a shriek, the blond hurried forward but was to late as the man picked up his glass and started to carry it towards his mouth. Luckily, the motion toppled the pixie off balance and it fluttered away from the glass only to scowl at the drunk.
"Oh good LORD.. this was not going to end well." simi thought to herself even as she hurried forward to snatch the pixie out of the air and only succeeded in bringing the drunks attention on herself.
i stand at ten feet tall but its only 877 words short. sometimes i feel like a goddess while wearing this pretty little outfit. of course i need to talk to Riley and Tessa. this picture of perfection is totally incomplete. in the end i just say this notes?. don't forget we made this REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0 [/color]. [/blockquote][/size] [/center] |
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Post by tessa on Jan 28, 2011 13:01:48 GMT -5
Tessa turned her head to face the same direction as Riley's did as he offered an invitation for her to join in the game. Tessa thought she saw the blonde woman's hand slide away from her pocket where her cell phone was hidden. Raising an eyebrow she gave her friend a bit of a fierce look, knowing that Simi was looking to see if Ryder had called or texted her.
Shaking her head she smirked slightly as Simi made a hasty retreat to the juke box. Tessa gave a little sigh and shrugged her shoulders a bit. Ready to get back to the game when she noticed something odd. A little twitch in Simi's hair and then a little glittery flutter that landed on the juke box. Tessa took a deep breath and looked back at Riley.
"Well... Your turn then."
She gave him a pasted on smile, then took a look over her shoulder. Just in time to see Simi chasing after... Holy Christ in a row boat... that crazy little pixie was on the loose. Tessa groaned a little to herself. What to do now? With a sigh she set her shoulders and addressed Riley again. Pointing him in the direction of Simi while she spoke.
"Will you excuse me for just one tiny moment? I think I need to go help my friend. It looks like that drunk guy is giving her some trouble. I can handle this. Won't take but a minute."
Tessa didn't realize she still had the pool cue in her hand as she headed over to help Simi calm the situation and try to corral one naughty little pixie. |
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Post by riley on Jan 28, 2011 13:08:47 GMT -5
Riley nodded, picking the cue from the floor and watching the two girls for a second – he couldn’t help himself. With three younger sisters Riley had bounded into protective big brother mode with ease, taking to it like a duck to water, and since his sister had ended up in the hospital because of him, he had grown worse. Like seriously, baseball bat and menacing expression when prom dates showed up at the door. His dad joked there was nothing else for him to do these days, as he pretty much had it covered.
Riley played his shot, not paying any attention as another ball missed the pocket by an a couple of inches, concentrating instead on the two girls.
TAGS: TELLIE//SIMMI WORD COUNT: ? LYRICS: hello seattle - owl city. CREDIT: julieanne @ caution 2.0[/size] |
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Post by Simone Winchester on Jan 28, 2011 13:28:15 GMT -5
Even as Simi approached the bar, she reached up to snatch the pixie out of the air. Unfortunatly, it chose that moment to blur away and it simply looked as if she were reached out to .. er.. pat the drunks rear end. As the man turned to look at her and caught her motion, his eyes seemed to widen and then a leering look stole over his face. He'd obviously misinterpretted the action and things were about to get a bit.. interesting.
"Hey there Darlin.... You look like an angel that fell from the sky... either that or your my belated christmas present that I'm gonna just LOVE to unwrap."
Frozen in mid step, Simi goggled at the man for a long moment before she choked back an embarrassed snicker. Seriously?? Surely the man had a better come on line that THAT? The name "angel" however soon took any amusement out of the situation for her though and she sought to turn the conversation. "Oh... Um.. Actually.... I just noticed that you had something stuck to your jacket... " she replied, keeping her chagrin out of her voice even as she wiggled her nose a bit and a piece of post it note appeared in her own palm. Leaning in closer, she lowered her voice in a conspiratorieal manner. "I didn't think you'd want the others in here to see this and take advantage..." That said, she lifted her hand and should him the brand spanking new little note that said. "KICK ME" on it.
As the mans bleary eyes darted down to it, she chanced a look around the bar and almost groaned allowed as she spied the little pixie perched on yet another glass down the way taking a long sip of what looked like vodka. WELL HELL. Even as she watched, the evil little fiend turned and gave her a salute that almost sent it toppling back into the glass. HOly hell in a handbasket, the freaking little pest was DRUNK already!!!
When the man beside her drew her attention back to him with a bellow, Simi jumped and almost fell as he got to his feet and let out a roar. "WHO"S THE DAMNED FOOL WHO PUT THIS ON MY BACK??" he shouted.
Uh oh... Time to get hte hell out of dodge!
UNfortunately, until she got her hands on that pesky little pixie.... She couldn't very well do that could she?
i stand at ten feet tall but its only 877 words short. sometimes i feel like a goddess while wearing this pretty little outfit. of course i need to talk to who else is in this thread. this picture of perfection is totally complete/incomplete. in the end i just say this notes?. don't forget we made this REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0 [/color]. [/blockquote][/size] [/center] |
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Post by tessa on Jan 28, 2011 13:57:55 GMT -5
Tessa hurried over to help Simi but the pixie had moved on. The spunky little brunette eyed the drunk as he yelled out about the kick me note that magically appeared. Crap, crap, crap, she thought. Good thinking Simi, too bad it backfired on her.
Tessa's eyes followed the gaze of Simi's and saw where the pixie had landed. Smack dab on the rim of another patron's drink. The feisty little thing was getting it's drunk on. Oh, no. This was NOT good, not good at all.
As the drunk man was getting more belligerent behind her, she looked down at the pool cue in her hands. Quickly, without thinking about it too much she "accidentally" swung it backward and jabbed it into the lower back of the wailing man. Shaking her head she hurried off again in the direction of Simi and the pixie.
Going around the other side of the table, she tried to sneak up behind the little minx. With a smile on her face she called out loudly and pointed up in the air.
"Oh my God, what is THAT."
Yeah, it was a lame distraction but it did the trick. Everyone looked in that direction and Tessa took the opportunity to dart her hand out and grab at the pixie. Her hand came back empty but not before dumping the contents of the drink into the lap of the customer. Who happened to be a not so little biker looking, woman. If you could call her a woman. Was is possible to have boobs and a beard? Tessa didn't have time to ponder that quandary, she mumbled quickly.
"Oh, sorry... My bad."
Then she took off at a very fast walk across the room in search of the wayward little pixie. |
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Post by riley on Jan 28, 2011 14:09:45 GMT -5
  It would appear that these two girls quite liked trouble, or they took it with them, as it happened to be that all hell broke loose when they moved away, and Riley forgot completely about their game of pool as he watched it unfold before his eyes. What where these two? Crazy? In all the time Riley had been coming to this bar, he’d never seen so much as a bar fight, let alone the chaos setting loose now. Of course he had not spotted the pixie so he had no clue that it was the source of the trouble – for all he could tell the blonde had just slapped some guys ass, who was now yelling about a bright neon post it note, and the brunette had just stabbed someone with her pool cue.
Yes, these girls were crazy. And his Parents wondered why he didn’t date.
Still, he didn’t have it in him to just stand back and ignore what was happening – just because he hadn’t seen a fight in the bar didn’t mean he hadn’t seen one. Or been involved. Or been the cause. Laying his pool cue down, riley worked on calming down Phil, the drunk guy with the post it note. It took only moment to explain that he had been wearing it since he walked in, and it was probably some kids outside, and the promise of another beer to get him to stop yelling. As for the man/woman with both beards and boobs... well that one he wasn’t sure about.
Instead, he caught hold of the blonde a second. “what are you two doing?” he asked. “You trying to get yourselves kicked out?” He wasn’t being mean – he was concerned if anything. There was that protective instinct again...
 TELLIE//SIMMI WORD COUNT: ? LYRICS: hello seattle - owl city. CREDIT: julieanne @ caution 2.0[/size] |
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Post by Simone Winchester on Jan 28, 2011 14:33:18 GMT -5
Why she had expected this night to go right when everything else in her life was falling apart, she had no idea. On some level, Simi just wanted to throw her hands up and concede defeat to the fates but .... her parents hadn't raised no quitter. That devilish little pixie had met his match and he was going to become something like the genie who got his ass smacked into a bottle when she got her hands on him.
Or would have been if she hadn't been grabbed by the arm right about that time and turned to find the darkly handsome young man looming over one shoulder.
CRAPPPPPPPP. This just kept getting better and better. How on EARTH was she going to be explaining THIS now?
Racking her brain for a viable excuse, Simi pasted on what she hoped was a bright smile and tried to ease away. From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of glimmering wings and focused her gaze directly behind him at the pixie who was no making faces at her over the poor man's shoulder.
Oh dear lord.. Just what she didn't need. With eyes widening with horror, she watched as it flitted back and forth before wielding a toothpick like a tiny little sword. Its evil smile told her all she needed to know so she did the only thing she could think of. She screamed like a girl and threw herself at him as if the fight around her scared her poor little wits. Damn, she really thought she was going to deserve an Oscar for this performance when it was all said and done.
"HELP!!" she yelped, while using one hand to bat at the fiendish little villain. "I wasn't doing ANYTHING but trying to help!!" she wailed, giving him a look with her falsely innocent blue eyes. "I just didn't want someone to kick the poor guy."
i stand at ten feet tall but its only 877 words short. sometimes i feel like a goddess while wearing this pretty little outfit. of course i need to talk to Riley and Tessa. this picture of perfection is totally incomplete. in the end i just say this notes?. don't forget we made this REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0 [/color]. [/blockquote][/size] [/center] |
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Post by tessa on Jan 28, 2011 14:47:20 GMT -5
Tessa cursed a blue streak as she raced across the room. She still had the pool cue in her hand but she wasn't paying it any mind.
Chaos was now ensuing and it got ratcheted up a notch when Simi started to scream. The blonde all but flew into Riley so he didn't have any choice but to catch her or let her fall to the ground.
Tessa rolled her eyes in dismay but kept on moving. She spied the reason Simi started yelling. The little pixie was hovering over the shoulder of Riley.
Tessa started to run, the pool cue doing it's damage as it thumped along at her side, banging into tables and innocent bystanders as she passed.
None of that matter at the moment, she was focused on one thing. Get that freaking little pixie!!! She was just a few feet away when she took a flying leap, reached out with her free hand and snatched at the slippery little sucker.
Again, she came away with nothing but air. However, her momentum was carrying her forward and she ended up crash right into the back of Riley.
This poor man that they had just met was now a Simi and Tessa Sandwich. And... the icing on the cake? They all three went toppling onto a table full of customers |
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Post by riley on Jan 28, 2011 20:13:54 GMT -5
Okay. One screaming woman suddenly leaping his arms – baring in mind of course the two small issues of him only meeting the girl today, and not knowing her name, was pretty much enough to send the poor guy into a state of shock. Talking to women – hell to anyone he didn’t already know as always somewhat of an issue that was eased only by extended exposure or alcohol; but there was no amount of alcohol that meant he was ready to catch her. He did of course, and sort of stood a little shell shocked as she screeched practically in his ear.
So yes. He pretty much just stood there.
And then he was attacked from behind by the other woman (who by the way, he was beginning to thing was a little crazy, what with the way she was swinging that pool cue around) and they all fell into a table filled with beer. He yelled out as glasses crushed beneath him, scratching his skin, and lay on the floor beneath the crumpled wood and two women for a long time in a state that can only be described as ‘dazed’.
Then of course he was being man handled back to his feet a someone brushed broken glass from his back. He reached down to help to the girls to their feet as the bartender began her screeching. “GET OUT OF MY BAR! ALL OF YOU!”
TELLIE//SIMMI WORD COUNT: ? LYRICS: hello seattle - owl city. CREDIT: julieanne @ caution 2.0[/size] |
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