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Chace Engle
Co-Owner: Club 87: 22 yrs old
Posts : 6
Join date : 2011-01-15
| Subject: Wishing, Waiting [[OPEN]] ![Wishing, Waiting [[OPEN]] Icon_minitime](https://2img.net/i/fa/subsilver/icon_minitime.gif) Sun Jan 16, 2011 4:43 am | |
| Chace walked into the Hog’s Head looking for a change in atmosphere. It wasn’t that he was upset with Hayden. It was just that his friend was still mourning over his damn relationship while Chace just wanted to go and have fun and drink. That’s why he was here, to meet someone new and talk about something other than heartache. Chace wasn’t exactly insensitive, it was just that he had never been in love and so couldn’t relate. Chace had never been in a relationship where his feelings were actually involved. Things like that, he knew, got complicated and he was much too young to be complicated just yet.
He ordered a drink from the bartender and gave the man instructions to keep them coming. He didn’t worry about the tab. Money, thankfully, wasn’t an issue with the young boy. His business was successful and he didn’t have any responsibilities that deterred from that. He talked a little with the bar tender before looking around. He knew he was supposed to be out looking for the live band that 87 was going to feature this week, but he just wanted to get drunk. The band would come to him. That was Chace’s life. He hardly ever worried about anything. He was a golden child, truly blessed and though he knew it wouldn’t always be true, for now, everything that shined was most definitely gold.
He was making small talk with the bar tender who had the worst people skills he had seen in a while. It was lucky that the Hog’s Meade wasn’t known for it’s atmosphere or the man would be costing the pub some serious money. He wouldn’t have tipped except he knew how important it was. Taking another drink he sipped it, enjoying the taste and feel as the liquor coursed through his body. He was waiting for anyone to make conversation with him. If luck would have it, it would be someone he could go home with. At worst it would simply be a new client for the club. | |
| | | | Marisol Collins
Adult: Tattoo Artist for Into You Tattoo Parlor: 20 yrs old
Posts : 40
Join date : 2011-02-04
| | Subject: Re: Wishing, Waiting [[OPEN]] Sat Feb 19, 2011 8:04 pm | |
| Marisol needed a drink, after a long day of endless whining from her clients, and her boss chewing her out for nearly stabbing a guy in the dick with a needle...Mari thought she deserved one. She had no kids, no lovers, and the only person that she really cared about at the present moment was safe and sound at Hogwarts in the Hufflepuff Common Room. At least that was what Marisol "hoped" her brother was doing. However now that he had a new girlfriend she was sure they were probably sucking face in a supply closet somewhere. And for some reason this only deepened Mari's depression. Her brother was already with a girl that he claimed to be head over heals in love with, and Mari could honestly say she had never scratched the surface of real love. Her approach to it was somewhat...blunt. She believed that love was nothing more than a phase that people went through; and of course they went through it more than once. So, although her brother claimed to be in love, Marisol didn't see the relationship lasting for more than a year or two of his teen life. She was a realist through and through, never really cared much for the fairytale romances, and all those that did seemed to sicken her. There was no such thing as "love at first sight" more or less, attraction at first sight, sex at the next, and a morning of running before he could figure out who you were. Smirking to herself she went into the dusty bar and sat down. "Hello," she smirked. "Something strong love." Marisol wasn't a stranger to bars...no, not at all. If anything she knew more people in bars than she knew her own family. Mari couldn't help it, most of her clients dwell in bars...it wasn't her blame. Accepting the drink, not even caring what it was, she tipped her head back and finished it in a couple of short gulps. "Another darling, make it a double." Turning briefly she looked to see that she was not alone, there was another handsome man sitting right next to her. Smiling softly she winked at him and went back to her drink. Mari | |
| | | | Chace Engle
Co-Owner: Club 87: 22 yrs old
Posts : 6
Join date : 2011-01-15
| | Subject: Re: Wishing, Waiting [[OPEN]] Mon Mar 07, 2011 7:51 pm | |
| Chace was just thinking to himself when a girl came over and sat next to him. The speed as she downed the shots intrigued him and he turned raising his fingers at the bar keep to bring him another. She was kinda cute, hell she was really cute, but that could be partially the alcohol talking. Still, Hayden wasn’t one for listening to the truth over the devil and he couldn’t help but smile at her. There was something about her that stuck out to him. It was nice, a girl who knew what she wanted.
Chace wasn’t a romantic though. Despite what his previous thoughts might lead one to believe. He wasn’t looking for commitment. At least not that he knew of. He was looking for a good time, a girl who knew what it was and didn’t expect conversation or breakfast in the morning. He knew it wasn’t right. He wasn’t a good influence on his younger brother who was no doubt at some bar looking at a girl in the same way as him.
The thought of his brother getting him some action and him being alone saddened him and he downed another shot before ordering a fifth. Chace had always grown up without worries and that still remained. He cared about pleasure, about loving and being loved but not in your traditional sense of the word. He wanted a good time and was willing to give a good time if that’s what it took.
Love, he thought, brought nothing but misery. You didn’t have to look far for examples of this. Hayden, his best friend, was torn up over some tramp who had taken his heart before crushing it under her cheap stilettos. No, love was trouble waiting to happen and although Chace was a trouble maker he was careful of himself. He promised never to sing a love song if it didn’t exist.
He smirked as she winked at him and ordered two more rounds. “For me and the lady here.” He told the bar tender with a crooked smile that was more for the girl beside him than for the bartender who just grunted and poured two more shots. “What shall we drink for?” he asked her, curious as to what her answer would be. | |
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