I LOVE this bar! {Zoey}

[alexi]

the tears that strain my cheek , must make me look weak.
& & [ I WEAR THEM PROUDLY ,,, I WEAR THEM PROUD ,,, ]
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[/i] was sitting there with his banana daiquiri and sword full of fruit. What? There was still booze in it and he had it on some HIGH authority that a drunk hunter is a dead hunter.

Not to mention that he really got to get his fruit on. Mmm…banana. He’d never have to worry about his colon again!

It was with a happy expression on his face, that Al Derchonov found himself gracing the roadside bar he liked to frequent after long hunts. It was right smack in between the middle of nowhere and the nearest hopping city and if he chose the right seat in the corner, it had one hell of a show, minus the dinner. Various bikers and other shady characters drifted through, along with the expected amounts of tourists, college kids and others looking for a good time. The place was almost always hopping, the music was alright half of the time, and the fruit was always fresh. He loved this bar.

The beautiful woman behind the bar flitted left and right, filling drinks and catching his eye with a particularly stunning smile. He took another sip of his daiquiri and sighed. Oh yeah…he loved this bar.

”Hey, you, watchoo doin’ drinkin’ that sissy thing?” A voice piped up from beside him. Startled, Al turned toward it and almost choked on his piece of pineapple.

Even when sitting, the big, bulky biker eyeing his drink looked like he could break bones with his pinky toe and the hunter couldn’t help but gulp. Glancing down at his tall glass, he managed a muttered; ”’Cause it’s really good?”

The biker just laughed and shook his head. ”You sissy; you should try a man’s drink. Here, try this!”

He did his best to fend off the shot of whatever foul smelling liquid the big man preferred, but the other guy was insistent. With a sigh, he tipped back his head and downed the booze…and then immediately proceeded to sputter and cough. Good Lord, battery acid! He’d just drank battery acid!

Affronted, the biker stood to his full, towering height and eyed the still coughing Al. ”What, you sayin’ my booze ain’t good enough for you?”

Al just shook his head, trying to speak, but finding his throat practically closing from the strength of the whiskey. The biker’s face turned red, promising an outburst to come.

Well…he had loved the bar. Now? Now, it seemed as if he were going to become a permanent fixture in it. Would the manager prefer his head mounted and stuffed, or just tacked to the wall.

It was going to be a long night.


TAGGED -- zoey
NOTES-- <3 you long time!
ATTIRE-- al type clothes? XD
LYRICS-- asking alexandria "the final episode (let's change the channel)"
CREDIT-- framing daylight @ caution.[/size][/font][/ul]

[Marina Lawrence]

It seemed like just another normal night at the bar. How many nights started out just like these for Zoey Lawrence? Far too many to count. Living the life of a bartender she got to meet interesting people, hear heartbreaking stories, help people through their problems and make enough that helps her survive in life. Things were pretty boring alright. Every night she’d get ready and head to her little bar in the middle of nowhere and serve her regulars until she finally had to start kicking them out. Oddly enough she felt very at home in her bar, she knew the customers and knew most of their stories. Zoey felt comfortable there, in control and not unnerved. She got to use her expertise in drink making to help the random people that came in. Who wouldn’t like being paid for that?

So here she was getting the drinks for whatever customer that walked up, no matter what the drink was. Zoey smiled lightly at the guy sitting at the bar who ordered a banana daiquiri, her blue eyes finding his at just the right moment as she filled the other orders. There was something about him that was refreshing. She’d noticed him in there a few times, always nervous but in a cute sort of way. God, why weren’t their more guys like him around? You’d think with how she looked and acted she would go for the muscle heads or men in leather but she preferred the more carefree and “nerdy” type. They were the good guys, the ones that didn’t want to just use her then throw her to the curb. There were too many bad things that she’s had to deal with that made her realize she didn’t need a guy to be happy. They were just fun to look at and she had her eye on this cute fella with the daiquiri for quite some time.

It was busy but not too busy, the normal for this bar with a group of bikers that were in there almost every night. They were in there to normally shoot some pool, maybe some darts, and drink until they couldn’t see straight. Zoey was used to it all, the catcalls, the crude comments from the guys who came in and thought they could mess with her but the bikers, they were almost like friends. Never once did they treat her with disrespect, the rest of the patrons in the bar on the other hand…not so much. So why would tonight be any different? She knew it was going to turn bad when the bikers turned on her guy with the daiquiri. Zoey was busy helping the rest of her customers on the other ends of the bar but when she saw the nerdy guy downing the normal hard liquor shots that she got the biker gang she couldn’t help but make a face. Not even she could handle that crap and seemed this poor guy couldn’t either.

Quickly she grabbed a bottle of water as she put it down in front of her daiquiri guy, her bright blue eyes glaring at the bikers. ”Now Mike your liquor isn’t for everyone, hell I can hardly even drink it. So why don’t you leave him alone to his drink and you go back over there and shoot some pool,”

[/color] Zoey leaned against the bar as she continued to glare at Mike and his friends. ”I’m sure Betty wouldn’t like me to have to call the cops on you again…you know how pissed she got when she had to bail you out of jail the last time…”[/color] Slowly she turned and winked at the guy, hoping he’d recovered from the battery acid in alcohol form. Seemed that did the trick as the gang backed up to their normal area and left the guy alone. ”Shit that’s going to hit you hard…are you okay?”[/color] she muttered quietly with a small smile as she tried to comfort him. With a toss of her hair to the side she reached over and touched his hand ever so lightly, ”They look mean but that one,”[/color] she pointed at Mike, ”BIG teddy bear…with leather…and tattoos…”[/color] Smirking she tried to look into the guy’s eyes, make sure he was still breathing. If there was one thing Zoey knew it was that liquor wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, and this guy seemed like he was having a fit which proved he didn’t drink the hard stuff all too much. A frown of worry was etched to her face, a small furrow in her brow as she watched him like a hawk. Screw the rest of her customers. [/size]

Tag: Al
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Outfit: This!
Notes: Loves chooo deary! <3[/blockquote]

[alexi]

the tears that strain my cheek , must make me look weak.
& & [ I WEAR THEM PROUDLY ,,, I WEAR THEM PROUD ,,, ]
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&; & just stand up & scream ,,, &; &
& & [ THE TAINTED CLOCK ,,, IS COUNTING DOWN ,,, ]
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[/i], the reason why he liked the bar to begin with had caught sight of the entire, humiliating ordeal. Okay, so screw getting away from the biker with his body intact; maybe the guy would just kill him, and save his ego the trouble?

When the biker turned to stomp away, Al practically fell onto the barstool beneath him. He rubbed at the back of his neck, where the collar of his shirt had dug in, thanks to Big Boy’s fist, and tried not to look too embarrassed. Not that his flaming cheeks and diverted eyes had ANYTHING to do with that…dammit, why couldn’t he be suave and sophisticated like the other guys in the bar? Granted, he’d never seen her go home with any of them, but still…

And just about the time that his brain proceeded to munch on that particular thought, he realized that he’d been staring at her for a good minute. While she was talking to him. And obviously waiting for an answer, given the expectant stare she was shooting his way. Awesome; now he was lame AND mentally retarded.

“Oh, yeah, I’m perfectly fine. Nothing like getting manhandled by a guy who smells like four week old BO to really make a guy’s night,” He said quickly, smoothing out his shirt. Oh gah, if he could just keep to the witty banter for a few more minutes, maybe she’d ignore the fact he’d been staring at her with drool leaking out of his mouth. Which was…completely a funny metaphor. Right? Crap; cue some covert chin swiping here…

Rubbing the back of his neck, he cautiously lowered himself onto his stool, eyeing the leather bound pack in the back. Then, finally catching what she said next, he sputtered on the sip of his daqueri he’d just snagged. “I’m sorry, did you say teddy bear? Funny; I keep seeing him as one of those mean, green Gremlins from the movie.”


TAGGED -- zoey
NOTES-- <3 you long time!
ATTIRE-- al type clothes? XD
LYRICS-- asking alexandria "the final episode (let's change the channel)"
CREDIT-- framing daylight @ caution.[/size][/font][/ul]