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Post by damian cole sullivan on Feb 11, 2012 17:40:03 GMT -5
Damian sat at the bar, swirling the ice of an emptied drink around. His eyes were dark, and heavy. Only twenty, he wasn't able to drink yet, but the bar was in walking distance to his house and it was the best place to get into a fight. The bartender walked over to him, refilling his drink. "Don't be startin' nothin' tonight, Damian."
A smirk crossed Damian's lips as he took the drink from the man. "I've never started anything, I finish it." And with that he turned around in the stool to look at the beaten stage where a town band was playing.
"I'm just saying.. No ambulance, please."
"Can't promise nothing." Damian sipped from his drink, studying the others who stood in the bar. There weren't many drunken fellows tonight, and he knew i would be a disappointing night. Setting the drink back down on the bar, his mind trying to think of new places to go.
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Post by lilliane sinclair evans on Feb 12, 2012 0:03:02 GMT -5
When Laine had finished her meal she was still not satisfied. The man had put up no fight, and that was one of the things she enjoyed. Tossing his body aside to deal with later she went to get cleaned up. Blood covered her chin and chest, ruining yet another outfit. Once she had showered and put her hair up she scrounged up a decent outfit, tight red leather pants, a black corset, and thigh high black leather boots.
Surveying herself in the mirror she was quite pleased. For a few finishing touches she applied black eyeliner and red lipstick, then a red leather choker. Finally ready she said bye to Dante and left, heading to the Waterfront Bar. Maybe she could start a fight there. Besides, it was too early to go to Afterlife.
On arrival she scanned the crowd, seeing nothing worth interest, until her eyes lit upon a young guy at the bar. She should have figured he would be here. "Hey stranger, long time no see."
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Post by damian cole sullivan on Feb 12, 2012 18:41:11 GMT -5
A yawn stretched from a young guy's mouth as he became quite tired just sitting at a bar. He had been there for almost an hour now, and nothing good had happen. No one had really ordered beers tonight. The young guy faced the bar, picking up his drink to take a sip. His eyes were dark, starring at the hanging glasses behind the bar. Damian, the young boy, seemed angry that no one had started anything. In fact, he was. He grumbled in his thoughts, only making himself more angry.
"What?" He blurrted, eyes glancing away from his hard concentration to a blond headed woman. "Damn, Laine." Damian moved his knees so the woman would be able to sit down in a chair, if that was what she was here to do. He gave a small smirk, more then likely she was her to fight. It was about .5% to 95% chance, and the 95% goes to fighting.
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Post by lilliane sinclair evans on Feb 12, 2012 19:49:54 GMT -5
She winked at Damian as he called out to her, then took a seat next to him. She ordered a dirty shirly from the bartender, giving him a seductive gaze as he nodded in response. He swallowed and blushed, looking away quickly to make her drink. As she waited she looked over at Damian, eyeing him openly.
Once her drink was in front of her she blew the bartender a kiss and told him to open a tab. She would be drinking quite a bit tonight. "So, no party yet?" Damian knew exactly what she meant, but she rarely ever said 'fight' in front of the bartender. He always seemed to get his panties in a twist over the thought of it.
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Post by damian cole sullivan on Feb 12, 2012 20:13:50 GMT -5
"Pft, none." Damian gave her a side glance, before starring back at the glasses. She was an old.. friend, if you could call her that. The two were never together, in fact, they could barely stand each other for more than a second. He was surprised she didn't come in yelling at him. Damian didn't hate Laine, he just pissed her off with-in five seconds of talking. "Why are you here anyways?" He looked her up and down, "Need something to clear out the taste of your last meal?"
He smirked to himself, messing with the sweat coming off of his warmed drink. He swirled the ice around in side before looking up at the bartender. "Here, no use in drinking if I can't even really drink." He rolled his eyes. The new bartender was the worse, before him Damian could get a real drink.
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Post by lilliane sinclair evans on Feb 21, 2012 1:02:42 GMT -5
She rolled her eyes at his answer. "Figures. No one here is worth shit. Present company excluded of course." She had a smirk on her face as she looked at him. Damian had intrigued her from the moment she met him, and even more so when just a few minutes later she was breaking a beer bottle over his head. They had fought hard that night, and walked away torn up, but with an odd companionship between them. They raely fough each other anymore. It was mostly just words now, but Laine would admit she wanted to see if he was as much of a fighter under the sheets to be honest.
When he pushed his drink towards the bartender she laid a slim, pale hand over his. "Hold on kid." She motioned for the bartender to lean close to her and whispered into his ear. "Get the kid a drink, put it on my tab, and don't make a fuss, or I'll call the cops and tell them that I suspect this bar sells alcohol to minors."
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Post by damian cole sullivan on Feb 21, 2012 11:57:46 GMT -5
Damian smirked, "The feeling is mutal. But we both know that" It was an odd friendship he had with Laine. Their first meeting was unlike any other. He had never thought he would be trying to a cut a woman with a bottle she had busted over his head. He didn't even remember what the fight was over, but more often then not, he never did. Damian would get so heated in the moment, and everything else flew out the window. Emotions, the warning to stop swinging, everything just goes out the window. He wached as the woman seemed to whisper something in the bartenders ear.
His eyes traced up and down her body, like he had done so many times before. He was interested, but knew they would tear each others throats out sooner or later, besides he was happy with the weird relationship they had now. The bartender slammed the glass on the ground, spilling some of the drink. "You know the old bartender did that once too.. it didn't end very well." Damian wiped the droplets from his arms, and the tad bit on his face.
His tongue tracing the outline of his lips, tasting the alcohol. "Oh, Laine! How sweet." Damian smirked, his words were somewhat sarcastic, especially since Laine was the furtherest from being sweet. "What brings you over here anyway? Looking for a fight?" His eyebrow raising at the last question. It had been awhile since they had lost fought hand to hand and it wasn't that he missed it. He just found it hot that a girl could keep up with him without crying and pulling any low blows.
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Post by lilliane sinclair evans on Feb 21, 2012 22:39:59 GMT -5
Laine pouted at his remark. "You don't think I'm sweet? And I try so hard to please you." Her relationship with Damian was actually one she cherished and the teasing between them just made it even more dear to her. Of course, he was also one of the few she had never tried to feed from. The night they met their true natures had been revealed to each other and demi-god was not high on her list of foods to try..
Looking past her 'friend' she noticed another guy eyeing her. His eyes were slightly glassy, but he was not near drunk enough to be fun. She called the bartender over and whispered in his ear again. With a nod he went to a cooler and began pulling out beers. She had ordered a round for everyone in the bar, just to get things going. She leaned close to Damian, "follow my lead." She laid her hand on his thigh and began rubbing back and forth ever so slightly, a sultry grin on her lips.
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Post by damian cole sullivan on Feb 24, 2012 14:03:15 GMT -5
"I can think of plenty of ways you can please me." He joked with a light smile as he took another sip from his drink. Laine was the second person that Damian was really close too. She was the only female with a bad attitude that he didn't mind. Their jokes back and forth was easy and if it turned into throwing fists, they would always be back to laughing at each other in seconds.
Damian looked up as Laine leaned in close, touch his thigh. He smirked. "Pinch me, I'm dreaming." Damian laughed and leaned in closer, like he was going to whisper something. Laine was sexy, but it just wasn't something Damian ever thought about and new there was an alternative motive when the bartender brought out a round of drinks. "What trick is up your sleeve this time?" he leaned it, whispering the question lightly in her ear, before leaning back in his seat. His eyes glancing around to see her victim.
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Post by lilliane sinclair evans on Feb 24, 2012 22:35:51 GMT -5
She laughed huskily, "don't tease me kid. I might take you up on it." She knew that no matter what happened between them, blows would land, then laughs would be had. That's just the way things were for them.
"You'll see." A smirk was firmly plastered on her face as her hand left his leg and laid against his cheek. It still made her dizzy when she felt a human's warmth. She missed it to be honest. She leaned forward again, pulling Damian close at the same time. She looked into his eyes for a moment before she kissed him.
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