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Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 5, 2007 20:42:10 GMT -1
He blinked slowly. She was up for it? That was unexpected. He felt strange; elated was the word, despite his current bout of depression. He breathed heavily, the passing breath turning into a chuckle as he looks over at her. She was into him. "Wait, I want to know your name first.”His name? Why'd she have to pick a difficult question? Why did it matter anyway? Even if he weren't pissed off his face he'd have trouble answering that one truthfully. He simply didn't know. He could give her any one of his aliases and she wouldn't know. "Luke." he murmured after a pause. Terrific. He just named himself after Skywalker. Smooth. Real smooth. "So should I keep calling you Crystal?" he asked with a bemused expression on his dull face as he pulled himself to his feet haphazardly as he gained his balance.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Feb 5, 2007 22:53:39 GMT -1
"Luke.” The Brit had said and had even caused Rocky to smirk a bit. “As in Skywalker?” She asked and thought she shouldn’t poke fun if she was going to give this guy a kiss and have to trust him on some level. “So should I keep calling you Crystal?"Rocky’s eyes narrowed at the stranger’s smirk before she had only a few seconds to come up with an alias. Looking around, she had noticed the other strippers that probably all had names like ‘Cherry’, ‘Brandy’ and ‘Candy’ so she thought it was only appropriate if she were to give a name pertaining to food or alcohol. Looking back to ‘Luke’, she put on her sincere eyes when she answered simply, “Gin.” Looking over the man again, she only prayed that this guy would just pass out on the bar soon and she’d have less to worry about. But knowing how stubborn this guy was, he wasn’t going to drop it. Sighing as her eyes scanned around again she let another soft sigh slip from her lips, “So…. What?” She asked, not knowing where to go next. She didn’t make this a habit usually, and just needed to be directed though was hoping this guy saw her apprehension and just drop the whole idea.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 5, 2007 23:09:53 GMT -1
“As in Skywalker?”Luke looked at her with a critical expression, "Yes, as in Skywalker." he muttered, deadpan, before the alcohol broke him out in a smile. What could he say? He was a 'happy drunk' and the fact he was about to receive a kiss off a hot girl kind of exaggerated his emotions. “Gin.”Again, he broke out into a smile; this was as much fun as he'd had in weeks. "OK, then...nice hat, Gin." he pointed out the cowboy hat on her head, only pointing just left of it. “So…. What?”He leaned in closer, his elbow almost slipping on the bar. His eyes may have been dazed and glazed, but he still looked her direct in her brilliant green eyes, "How's about you give me some Gin?" he proposed with a sly upper twist of his lips.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Feb 6, 2007 0:08:47 GMT -1
"How's about you give me some Gin?"Rocky’s eyes looked down Luke, still hesitant but it seemed like she wasn’t going to acquire a way out of this predicament. Though she already knew that it would automatically come back as her fault for leading him on and agreeing so, the only thing to do now was to actually go through with the action. The term, "owe you one" would be an understatement on this day. Her eyes had glanced around once more before taking in a deep breath and just didn’t want to be making out with some guy at the bar. Optimistically, he’d pass out afterwards. Taking his hand, she had escorted him behind her, and could hear the fumbling already before she arrived at a wall. She turned around, holding on to his shoulders to steady him and allowed him the wall beside him, if he were to need some assistance. Rocky had looked up at him and actually didn’t expect him to be so tall, considering she only saw him sitting down. Swallowing, her heart was already in her chest pounding so hard she felt as if everybody was able to hear it. Digits had gone up and grasped the bill of the cowboy hat before holding it to her side. Her free hand had slid up against his rough and stubbed cheek before rising up, tilting her head to the side before bringing up her pale pink lips up to a soft kiss. She could already taste the liquor on his lips when the pair had met. Deepening it, however, would be out of the question. He asked for a kiss, and that’s what he would receive.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 6, 2007 0:25:23 GMT -1
He was as happy as a pig in shit. He hadn't expected to get so far...maybe getting drunk and being as forward as a horny little bunny had it's benefits; he'd never managed to kiss a girl this quick when sober. When their lips drew closer, he exhaled heavily, knowing that his liquor-ridden stench would be smelt in all it's glory. Their lips touched in a soft kiss as pinkened skin pushed against one another. His bottom lip had managed to wedge...perhaps 'wedge being the wrong word... 'rest' in-between her slightly parted lips, his nose rubbing into her cheek. His eyes automatically closed and images of the night so far passed before him. His only regret being he'd have forgotten all about this in the morning. As they parted slowly, he opened his eyes and looked at her. In his drunkeness, he had never seen her clearly. All he knew was she was hot, although that was to be expected if she worked in a strip club. But as he opened his eyes, he saw with clarity thanks to their closeness, seeing her eyes for the first time. The piercing greens, the strands of hazel, the light speckles of turquoise. Deep eyes for a deep person. He finally closed his mouth after realising slightly too late that it was parted. Once the awe subsided, the smirk came back and he glanced to the ground, "That wasn't where I wanted you to kiss me." he said mischeviously, as his eyes flicked back up to hers.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Feb 6, 2007 1:21:37 GMT -1
The kiss only lasted a few seconds, five at most but for that brief time, Rocky had been able to block out all the disgust she got when thinking of connecting with this drunken fool. He wasn’t stupid; he was able to pawn Rocky into kissing him, then he sure wasn’t dumb. "That wasn't where I wanted you to kiss me."Rocky’s eyes had set back on Luke’s in shock of such forwardness before they had turned into a glare again. Okay, that disgust came back. She thought she was being kind but wow; this guy really did have some guts. Her jaw had tightened when looking at him in a stern look before answering in a snap, “Well that’s where I kissed you.” Her arm had went up, finger pointing to the front exit, just staring at him before saying, “Walk.” She stated in a firm tone. Her hand rose again, putting the back cowboy hat back on her head so shamelessly when really, she hated the damn thing. Despite that she wanted to insure that this guy was exiting the bar, she started walking away from him, aiming for the center of the strip club and see if she could talk to some of the girls, see if one of them was going home with some of the customers. Rocky’s mind tried to revert back to her main goal, attempting to leave that little memory of Luke and their interaction behind.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 6, 2007 9:40:13 GMT -1
It went exactly as he expected. He always screwed any 'tender' up like that. It was his talent. Seeing her icy glare just made him grin. He was being a thingy, but he loved it. He was surprised he didn't get slapped, but he figured that would cause a scene and this girl, not being a stripper as he surmised, wouldn't fancy that attention. "Walk."He gave her another wry smile before heading for the door. He turned round half way there and started stepping backwards towards the door as he faced her, "You didn't fulfil your end of the bargain, dear. Guess I can't hold up on mine..." he grinned as his route curved from the door, back to the bar. He was certainly not finished yet, "...Yippy Kai Yay!"
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Post by Raquel Knight on Feb 6, 2007 15:31:59 GMT -1
"You didn't fulfil your end of the bargain, dear. Guess I can't hold up on mine..."Her lips had parted again when Rocky looked at him in shock. She couldn't tell if he was bold and cofident or just drunk enough to believe he was being cute and get away with this all. "...Yippy Kai Yay!"Scowling at the stranger, she shook her head slowly, "Motherfucker" she stated in a lower growl, finishing the quote. Keeping her jaw tight and her glare armed, she turned to follow him as she continued her series of insults. "You selfish, ungreatfull, son of a-" She then stopped as she took a deep breath but didn't hold off on her glare. "I gave you what you wanted, so what do you get from staying here? What do you want from me?!" She asked, clearly flustered when she yelled over the loud music. He was embarrassing her; employing the greatest possible advantage from her and the she just felt like in this skin, she was impossible to even be taken seriously with this guy. Rocky had eyed away from Luke again, know that question was going to plague his mind a bit before coming to a probably degrating answer. Why did she have to stop by this guy on the way to the bar? Granted she already loved his mysterious flare and undaunted attitude, she didn't know why he would draw so much pleasure from this. Meeting his eyes again in an annoyed sare, she shook her head again, "You know what? Stay here. Get drunk off your ass again. I've got work to do." She stated, trying to still be enigmatic with her perfession and when she'd actually start working.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 6, 2007 18:37:26 GMT -1
"You selfish, ungreatfull, son of a-"Luke snorted as he braced himself against the bar, "I'm much more than that." he murmured with a degree of seriousness before he found his half empty glass. Yes, he was a half empty kinda guy, if he went along with all that crap. "I gave you what you wanted, so what do you get from staying here? What do you want from me?!"He paused for effect as the words unfolded in his minds eye before he spoke them. He wanted to place his words carefully. "Sweetness, I wanted a kiss...a proper kiss. You failed to give me what I wanted, so I don't give you what you want. It's that simple. But you really don't wanna know what I really want from you." "You know what? Stay here. Get drunk off your ass again. I've got work to do."The preacher's ears pricked up at the last bit, "Oh, you're working now?" he asked as he put his glass down and raised his head, "Why didn't you say?" he grinned as he pulled out some twenties from his wallet. "We can come to a business arrangement." he grinned again as he waved the fan of money over his face. It was hotting up in there, not just on account of the alcohol or temperature, but there was something about a woman who bit back which steamed him up.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Feb 6, 2007 20:40:08 GMT -1
"Oh, you're working now? Why didn't you say? We can come to a business arrangement." Luke stated and her eyes followed the twenty he had been waving, briefly, still in shock. Rocky shook her head, still disappointed in her judgment. As if she were to give anymore to this guy. She thought he was just like any other drunk but no, he knew how to manipulate the situation and people and drove them to the brink of doing something they’d regret. Such as, using the right hook she planned on keeping concealed on this evening. Laughing in disbelief at Luke, she held up her hand to halt him from speaking anymore when looking away from him, she answered, “Actually, I’m going to be practicing the right now to serve you. Find some other girl who will accept your money or perhaps, another liquor bottle.” She stated, her blood boiling continuingly as she spoke and just thought about the events that had taken place tonight. “No need to get up," she snapped, "I’ll find my next customer by myself, thank you.” She stated as if he offered and she was doing herself a favor. She didn’t get what Luke received from this harassment besides the opportunity to ask for a lap dance. It wasn’t like her interest in him slipped; he just seemed to find this pleasurable.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 6, 2007 20:58:34 GMT -1
"Sure." he muttered to himself as he looked over to his whiskey bottle, forgetting all about her as he tucked his legs in. He'd bothered her enough and his interest was waning. There was no point harassing her further or he'd get done for sexual harassment. He poured another glass haphazardly, splashing half the bottle in the process. "Bollocks." he mumbled as the liquor trickled down the bar. The man sat next to him had a bright sequined shirt on and slicked back black hair. His well manicured features were to opposite to Preacher's, but he had a cokcy arrogant air about him. As the whiskey trickled down the bar, it touched his sleeve and spread hastily to form a damp stain. The man reacted suddenly and over the top when he felt the wetness on his elbow. "What the fuck?" he exclaimed dramatically, "My fucking shirt!" he shouted out over the music, enraged that someone dare defile his beloved attire. He glared over at the preacher, who just ignored him and kept himself busy pouring out another drink.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Feb 6, 2007 21:38:15 GMT -1
Rocky was actually surprised Luke had let her off like that but nonetheless, felt some relief when he did that she actually considered in showing him gratitude. But did he deserve it? No, which is why she had turned to walk away from him and back in the horde of various squalid drunk men and women with entirely too much appeal. She didn’t enjoy being here, nor did she think she was really going to get any work accomplished but after considering her calculations, this is where that demon would be hiding. But how ever deep she kept getting drawn into the crowd, how ever many requests for a dance or a drink she got, it was unfeasible to get the Brit out of her mind. She manipulated her thoughts to convince herself that it was because he had done the unimaginable, still leaving her in awe. When she heard the blaspheme coming from his direction, she couldn’t help but peer over her shoulder again to distinguish if the problem was caused by Luke. Sure enough, her discrimination against the stranger resulted in her disliking Luke even more. The man that had been enjoying himself, sitting a stool away from Luke didn’t seem to think he was high on his favorites list either. Sighing, she had to make the decision of just leaving, which normally would be her course of action, or trying to resolve the situation.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 6, 2007 22:17:06 GMT -1
The man next to him wouldn't let up, which was getting on Luke's nerves. He was calm for the time being, but as mentioned, his emotions did run wild when drunk. He had a breaking point. "Look at my fucking shirt, you prick!" he man cried out, holding his hands out in disbelief. Even looking at it, there was little damage, and it was his fault for wearing something so exravangant to a strip club. "Mate..." Luke finally interrupted his rantings as he frowned and looked over to him whilst putting his glass down, "...you know it was an accident...so just shut the fuck up and finish your drink." he said, more out of advice than rage. The man blinked, "Fuck you, you fucking Brit-d.ick! Why don't you go back home?! Leave us regular people alone." Luke closed his eyes and exhaled heavily. He WOULD keep his calm, he would just sit tight and not make a scene; this was the last bar he hadn't been thrown out of so for the sake of alcohol, he needed no fuss. The cocky, self righteous man really didn't have a clue. Britain would never take him back; that door was closed. His entire past locked behind one door, trapped, only able to continue onwards. No looking back, no stopping for breath. He clutched at the crucific around his neck. He needed the faith and support to keep his emotions held back. "Having that bit o' jewelry round you neck make you think your safe?" he leaned in closer, "You imaginary friend won't save you now." he shook his head malevolently. That was the trigger. Luke leapt enraged for the non-believer, knocking both of them off their stools.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Feb 6, 2007 23:14:52 GMT -1
Rocky had noticed that the man standing was staring down to Luke and she just wanted to leave; it would save her so much trouble to just turn and walk away. Rocky was one to just turn and leave at the site of cops and knew if there was enough of trouble caused, then the cops would arrive. However, just splitting them apart from the one another could save her a lot of trouble. No fight meant no cops, which begets less trouble for Rocky getting caught at the scene. Pushing through the crowd again, she started in that direction before hearing the American male, who was obviously irritated at something Luck had done, hollering. "Fuck you, you fucking Brit-thingy! Why don't you go back home?! Leave us regular people alone." He continued to shout as Rocky stopped approaching the men, looking between the shoulders of two people who were longing to go back to the bar counter. She observed that the American leaned down to the Brit, and had to say something to set him off. Rocky wasn’t a stranger to drunken broken logic, however, she noticed Luke’s attack. The switch had to be brutal if he was able to attack the other male without a second thought. Rocky’s eyes widened and didn’t notice the people shoving into her when she yelled, “Hey!” To stop them and quickly tried to squeeze her way through the group towards the feuding men again before noticing the husky bouncers start towards that direction as well. Drunks, although able to find a reason for brawling in anything, weren’t often in the best condition to fight, therefore she just hoped that the watchmen would get to them before any real damage could surface.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Feb 7, 2007 0:00:48 GMT -1
The outside world blurred, and noises muffled as Luke swung sloppily for another punch. He found his mark on the American's cheek, however it deflected off the bone and slipped into the hard ground below him. Wincing in pain as his knuckles swelled, the American saw his chance. Pushing back, the American managed to wrestle his way on top before laying his fist repeatedly and quickly into Luke's jaw. Unfortunately for Luke, he wasn't nearly as drunk as Luke and so all his punches resounded with force and accuracy. As his lips felt wet with something which wasn't spit, he by some fluke managed to block one of his assailant's fists, and twisted it round to his back before headbutting him and managing to find the way back on top, knocking a stool over in the process. Both parties were already bloodied, Luke's lip popped, a nasty yellowish mound on the side of his nose and thanks to that last headbutt, a cut eyebrow. The American on the other hand had a black eye, bloody teeth making him look like a young Hannibal Lecter, and one bloodshot eye. And they were still going...
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