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Post by Preacher on Feb 13, 2007 0:08:19 GMT -1
"You want me back IN the puddle of puke?!" he mumbled under his breath, uncaringly incoherent as he squinted at her. Even now, he couldn't get a good look at her; before alcohol blurred his vision...God he hoped he hadn't got beer goggles...and now, here he was unable to see due to the severe pain in his head, scrunching his eyes half closed. He pushed his figure off the door frame and woozily balanced himself out on two feet, now who the Hell was this? He looked at her with puzzlement. "...Uhm...Whiskey? Or was it Gin?" Luke asked as events slowly and patchily came back to him. Rubbing his brow absent mindedly, he sniffed and exhaled, looking to his right at his reflection in the mirror. God, he was as ugly as he'd ever get. It was just typical that here he was in front of a lady, looking like the Creature from the Black Lagoon.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Feb 14, 2007 0:45:45 GMT -1
"...Uhm...Whiskey? Or was it Gin?"Rocky crossed her arms over her chest when examining Luke again, and saw he regained control of his stance. She actually pitied this guy. She didn’t know him too well, but she thought her situation was bad, this guy had it worse. Partaking in a bar fight, getting tossed out of the bar and losing consciousness. At least Rocky remembered the events of that night. This guy had no idea. “Well, you had both last night. But if you’re asking about my name, it’s Gin.” She stated. Looking over him again, noticing that he looked like hell itself with yellow stains on his attire and his hang over effecting his appearance as well. Scanning him, she then looked away as she scratched her head and contemplated on her next move that would actually be logical. She could just leave; it wouldn’t cause he to lose any sleep at this point. “Uh… well, I suggest you get back into that shower but… you don’t have any clean clothes.” She stated as she thought and then looked back at him and shook her head with a small hopeless smirk. “Hey, this isn’t really my problem nor is it my expertise. What you have to do…” She put up her hands as she took a step back, “Is your business.”
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Post by Preacher on Feb 14, 2007 1:13:38 GMT -1
Gin. That opened the door in his mind a crack. "Gin...right." he muttered, caring not for the stage name. Even though it was a stupidly common question, he didn't want to make any instrusive actions by asking for her real name. She was a stripper, she'd probably have lots of men drooling over her, pleading to know her name. Although he felt slightly impressed in himself that he had managed to make it until morning with her. "..and I'm Luke." he continued as he recalled his alias for the night. "Uh… well, I suggest you get back into that shower but… you don’t have any clean clothes. Hey, this isn’t really my problem nor is it my expertise. What you have to do… Is your business."Luke frowned before the movement of his forehead caused him a stabbing pain, leading him to squint and claw at his head again. Groaning under his breath, he opened his eyes again and studied her. She seemed pissed off. Had he done something last night? Had he done something he should have remembered? The thought dawned on him that maybe there was more to this than a good samaritan helping another out. Maybe they had developed much furhter than that. Of course, he wouldn't dream of pointing this notion out. "So you're gonna throw me out? I don't think I'm in any condition to go anywhere." he said, looking down at his creased, sodden clothes, "C'mon, you've helped me this far...don't leave me at the last hurdle..." he sighed as he shrugged his shoulder and put his hands on his waist. "Doesn't your boyfriend have any clothes I could lend?" A wry smile forced itself onto his Hellish-looking features as he finished that sentence. What better way to find out?
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Post by Raquel Knight on Feb 15, 2007 20:59:08 GMT -1
"So you're gonna throw me out? I don't think I'm in any condition to go anywhere. C'mon, you've helped me this far...don't leave me at the last hurdle..."Continuing to back up towards her bags, Rocky let out a disbelieving laugh at the way this guy was bargaining. Though she rented the room with her hard cheated money, she wouldn’t mind just handing it over to him so she could head back to reality. It would be a small price to pay just to insure that she wouldn’t have troubles with this case any more. She has had “bad days” like these before, but this one, she just tried to avoid. “Fine, take the room. Drink some coffee… sober up…” She stated, leaving it passively open ended. Walking to the bag again, she reached for the bag. It wasn’t that she just wanted to drop Luke like this but with what had happened lately, she needed a breath and thought. "Doesn't your boyfriend have any clothes I could lend?" The Brit asked with a grin, she had noticed. However, the mention and assumption of her boyfriend gave her anything but that. With a sigh and rolling her eyes, “What boyfriend?” She asked rhetorically and implying that she didn’t have one. Rocky knew she could help Luke further; if she wanted to was different. If one so inclined to get on with their normal routines, regardless of the “pleasant company” somebody provided, one should do so. With that, however, she felt obligated to take on the responsibility. Shaking her head, she sighed, “Um… I think I have some of my brother’s clothes with me.” Another lie had racked up with saying she had a sibling but thought it would have been preferred as opposed to a hunter friend of hers. Meeting his eyes again, holding his glance for a beat to make sure she was set in her decision before walking backwards towards the door, “They’re in the car still, so I’ll get them.” She stated before turning and opening the door, going back to the pick-up truck. Getting this nice of a treatment from Rocky Knight wasn’t usual, which is why she started questioning herself as she rummaged through the backseat, finding the plastic bag that had contained the clothes she was earlier referring to.
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Post by Preacher on Feb 15, 2007 23:44:40 GMT -1
“Fine, take the room. Drink some coffee… sober up…”Luke frowned, wondering where she was headed as she picked up her bag. He barely knew the girl, and he'd need some answers before he just let her leave. “What boyfriend?”That made him forget about what he was saying. His grin reformed as he looked over to her. It was surprising, unless she had just come out of a relationship. Normally, her type was usually taken within a few days. Next to follow were thoughts of how it could be him. Childishly immature, he knew they were just far fetched fantasies. She already looked like she was going to slap him before he even said anything. “Um… I think I have some of my brother’s clothes with me.”Luke could tell that was a lie. He'd always been adept at spotting lies. He already knew she wasn't a stripper...or not a very good one at least. The woman was hiding something, something more than simply her name. But that was OK, he was in the same boat. As she turned, his man senses instinctively tilted his head down slightly as he watched her leave, as the left corner of his mouth twisted upward into a devilish grin. Once she had left, he blinked and winced as the aching returned to him. Gin only took his mind off his woes, and now they were returning. Groaning, he started emptying his pockets in a fed up fashion. He threw his empty wallet on the table, along with an untouched ciagerette packet and lighter. Finally, he found a packet of aspirin. For a drunk, you never went anywhere without aspirin. Downing two tablets, he rubbed his nape as he let out a long winded sigh.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Feb 16, 2007 3:24:30 GMT -1
Digits reached under the seat before gripping the brown plastic grocery bag and pulling it out from her vehicle again. Rocky paused by her car, looking inside the bag as she examined Jacen’s clothes then tying the handles into a knot again and going back to hotel room. Jacen wouldn’t miss the attire too much; and that’s even if they were to meet again. Entering into the room, she had seen the Brit pop in the tablets to his mouth and then tossed the soft bag to him to catch. “Here,” She said like a warning and then stopped in front of him. “Okay, so, after you clean up I’ll take you where ever you have to go but I’m afraid that’s all I could do for you.” She answered and then winced away from the smell, adding, “And oh you really do need to freshen up.” She stated with a little nervous laugh. Backing up again, Rocky went to get her bag again. So she just had to play driver and then get back to her normal life, hopefully. Questioning Luke would be on the agenda as well as going back to the bar of course but that could wait. Grooming would have to be first.
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Post by Preacher on Feb 16, 2007 21:47:28 GMT -1
Luke had barely dropped the packet of aspirin before the bag was hurled upon him. He caught it roughly, feeling it hit his chest. Thank God there was only clothes in it, anything heavier may have made him empty whatever was left in his stomach. “Okay, so, after you clean up I’ll take you where ever you have to go but I’m afraid that’s all I could do for you. And oh you really do need to freshen up.”Luke wasn't listening, he was too preoccupied going through the clothes. "My...your brother's a beast." he muttered bemused as he held a massive shirt out for a well toned man. "Looks like he's fitter than you..." he smirked as he glanced over the shirt at her. His expression sombred suddenly and he glanced down as he tossed the shirt over the back of the chair, "Um...what happened last night?" he asked seriously as his gaze rounded back on her intensely. He had absolutely no recollection of the previous night, there was just a couple of bits he remembered. He had no idea why his faced was hurting, but what was worrying him even more was what he had done to this poor girl. Here he was, in a hotel, with a stripper, on the morning after. And what's more, she seemed hostile ever since he forgot her name.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Feb 16, 2007 22:53:16 GMT -1
"My...your brother's a beast. Looks like he's fitter than you..." Luke had said and Rocky noticed the little grin reforming on his smug face. Rocky sighed as she passively watched Luke go through the clothing in the bag and tried not to let the comment get to her, just answer calmly. “Yeah, well, he’s just a big guy. Guess the whole ‘fit’ thing runs in the family.” Walking over to the bed where her duffle bag was placed on top of, she plopped down on the bed to sit and wait. Though, it didn’t seem like Luke was in a rush to get out of there and Rocky wouldn’t mind being halted from a hunt except for the fact that she was just a bit anxious on this occasion. "Um...what happened last night?"Green eyes met Luke’s again, pink lips slightly parted as she recalled the actions of last night. Awkwardness would probably be the only result besides an apology and she didn’t see the point in explaining the events. However, could she deny this man an explanation? Of course not. He woke up in a bathtub; any normal person would want some answers. Glancing down nervously at her hands in her lap, she figured out how to word it all. Avoiding at all costs mention of a little kissing session they had shared, Rocky explained, “Well um, if you’re wondering about the bruises, it was the result of a nasty bar fight.” She said, looking up to him again. She remembered his moves like a movie clip and how he wasn’t exactly graceful, but it seemed like he had practiced it like a dance. Like he had to be up to snuff for a role, despite how he was some what clouded by being under the influence. “And then the bouncers threw you guys out, you weren’t doing too well, I offered to take you to a room and that was it.” Okay, that was another lie and it was way too easy to read her at the moment. It wasn’t just a little too shady that he conveniently had a stripper/driver by him after a tussle to drive him home? Therefore, she had to explain further a bit, “Oh, we met at the bar for a dance, earlier. You were pretty drunk at the time.” She noted. God, she just hoped he wouldn’t remember anything. Most of all, the kiss.
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Post by Preacher on Feb 17, 2007 0:25:15 GMT -1
"If you’re wondering about the bruises, it was the result of a nasty bar fight.” Why didn't that surprise him? Luke wasn't exactly what you'd call a jolly drunk. He tended to get violent, cause scenes and generally get barred from clubs and pubs due to his shenanigans. He tried to recall it by stroking his wounds absent mindely as he stared into space. Nothing came to him. He sighed in defeat as his eyes wandered slowly back over to Gin. A chuckle escaped his lips, "Did I win?" he asked half heartedly. “Oh, we met at the bar for a dance, earlier.""Oh God, I wish I could remember that." he cried out, "I bloody well should remember it." Why did he have to get drunk to the point of memory failure? Why did he find comfort in not remembering the day before? Was it just sameness? Tradition? Habit? More likely he just wanted to blot out the things he'd seen, it was enough to send anyone insane, and he had no idea how he had held on this long. "So let me get this straight..." he said with finalty, clearly not convinced, "...we met while you were working. And then you came to my rescue later...why?" he asked simply, "I'm a bum...why did you go to all this trouble?" she was hiding something, he knew it.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Feb 19, 2007 16:03:39 GMT -1
Rocky moved her arms, positioning her elbows to rest on her knees, fingers a bit fidgeting together as she looked up at Luke and chuckled a bit at his question of, "Did I win?" Rocky had wanted to question the Brit about his fighting techniques but he was probably too drunk to remember. And he could have easily been in the army but still; something was off about his combating. He had to be trained. “Well, you would have but they split up the fight before there was a proclaimed victory.” She answered, still keeping up a light smile. She would prefer if the Brit had just went and changed his clothes rather than a conversation, so she could just go on with her normal life but they both had some questions that had deserved to be answered. However, when he had mentioned the dance and how his memory had been failing him at the moment, Rocky offered no comment. Lying wasn’t one of her favorite things to do; it was just common. So she didn’t want to have to further fib just so this guy would find out and she would seem untrustworthy again. “So let me get this straight... we met while you were working. And then you came to my rescue later...why? I'm a bum...why did you go to all this trouble?"Rocky’s eyes had gone back to Luke, fixing on him for a moment before taking in a deep breath. “Um, well it was right after the dance that you and this other guy had started so I was there. And when they brought you out, you were just helpless outside of the bar. I couldn’t just leave you there. And you didn’t tell me an address so I brought you to a hotel.” She explained, trying to avoid eye contact with him but eventually glanced back up. Licking her lips with a small chuckle, she tried to change the subject away again, “Are you gonna take that shower or not?”
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Post by Preacher on Feb 19, 2007 20:52:40 GMT -1
“Um, well it was right after the dance that you and this other guy had started so I was there. And when they brought you out, you were just helpless outside of the bar. I couldn’t just leave you there. And you didn’t tell me an address so I brought you to a hotel.”"Uh huh." he mused through his grunted filler. He still wasn't convinced. His impression of strippers was less than favourable. They'd never help another soul out unless they wanted something in return. He got the feeling she wanted something, but she wasn't arrogant or cocky in her way about it. There was also the fact she couldn't sustain eye contact for longer than three seconds. He hoped that was a sign of attraction, but it rarely was. He wasn't going to argue further though, he was being friendly...or as friendly as he came. “Are you gonna take that shower or not?”He chuckled lightly as the grin returned on his previously sombre face. He paused and glanced over to the bathroom door as he sniffed loudly, as though he'd been on crack for a few years. His gaze swivelled abruptly back on Gin, a mischevious smirk pulsing in his lips; there were so many things he could say to that, the one boucning around the front of the mind being the classic 'Don't you wanna join me?', but he refrained. He barely knew her afterall, cheesy flirtatious one liners came later. Instead, he started nodding gently in acceptance. "He started heading for the door, but turned around once he reached it, "Will you be here when I get back?" he asked, suddenly concerned she may do a runner.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Feb 20, 2007 2:49:04 GMT -1
"Will you be here when I get back?" Rocky’s eyes were traveling around the room when she had sighed, set to wait for Luke to finish up so she could drive him to his destination. But his question of commitment caused her eyes to meet back with his. Lips parted in contemplation since it was usually the commitment issue that caused her to run. Going over the thoughts of how she still needed the interrogation results and also didn’t want to be sent to Hell for the unkind act of leaving Luke here. Giving off a friendly smile and nod, Rocky had answered pretty sincerely towards Luke, “I promise.” He word probably didn’t mean much to Luke like it did to her and how ‘flimsy’ victims of her promises would describe them but she was truthful this time. Watching him go to the bathroom, Rocky then let another grieving sigh slip before lying back on the bed, staring up at the popcorn ceiling and her legs hanging off of the bed. Turing her head, she saw the TV and grabbed the black remote control off of the bed before flicking the TV on to the news. Eyes had locked on to the television and it took her a moment to actually notice what the news bulletin was talking about. Something about another murder, victim from a bar but her mind was else where at the moment when lifelessly changing the channel to something less interesting. The home shopping network. Lying on the bed, she waited for the known stranger to come back out from the bathroom.
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Post by Preacher on Feb 20, 2007 14:43:54 GMT -1
“I promise.”Luke smiled, reassured. That'd do. He shut the door behind him and leaned up against it, giving on large sigh. What was he doing? His mind was anything but focused, and he knew women were the fastest path to insanity. He usually resisted temptations...when he wasn't drunk. So why was he finding it so dificult now? Maybe he was just weakened by his hangover...maybe he'd get some sense once he'd sobered up fully. Pushing off from the wall, he started unbuttoning his shirt, carefully pulling it away and dropping the yellow stained thing to the floor in disgust. Then he flipped the water on and peeled his shirt off, crossing his arms and pullng it upwards off him. A flick of thw wrist sent his trousers down, and he then slipped his boxers off before stepping into the shower, ignoring the hideous scar on his side, he'd seen it all his life so it had lost it's hurl-tastic appeal. He groaned and winced as he felt the cold water hit his skin. He hated cold showers, but they were the perfect remedy for a bad morning. As his skin hardened and goosebumps appeared, he wiped his skin with his hands and closed his eyes as he tilted his head up into the shower nozzle, letting the water rain on his forehead and drip down his body. Rubbing his face clean, he felt minor discomfort at the welts on his face. He stepped out of the shower, having silenced the patter of water, which was replaced with an uneasy stillness. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror; it was steamed up, so he wiped it clean til he saw himself. Bracing himself on the edges of the sink, he stared himself in his eyes. They were red and bloodshot and the bags under his eyes were more like suitcases, as his memory began to grow dim once again...a common factor ever since his amnesia. He had gotten used to the bouts of memory loss; they were temporary. What was he doing in a motel? What state was he in? What was he hunting? Why did he have bruises on his face? He chuckled at his situation and ended on a sigh as he pushed off away from the sink and scrambled for the bathroom door. He opened the door, without towel or anything covering his decency, and took one step out of the bathroom before he froze. Staring ahead of him, he saw the young woman lying on the bed, "Ah." he murmured as he realised how awkward this was. Either they had been using that bed she was lying on for other than sleeping, or he had just indecently exposed himself to a stranger. Bugger.
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Post by Raquel Knight on Feb 21, 2007 1:48:27 GMT -1
Rocky’s attention was drawn away from the TV to the Brit when she heard the door opening and she had wished she were deaf because of it. Catching the site of Luke, she had quickly gasped and looked away, covering the side of her face with her hand as she sat up. “Luke!” She exclaimed in shock and turned her body fully to look away from him, “There’s a bag of clothes and a towel for a reason!” Rosy pinkness had came to her cheeks in embarrassment and could already feel the heat rising. She had to admit, shirtless men such as these weren’t something she normally shied away from. However, randomly naked strangers, she felt compelled to turn her back nervously. And yelling at Luke was a must if he knew that she was occupying the room and still walked out. Sighing, she removed her hand from her face but was still looking way. Pressing her lips together, she thought about how deep she was in and how potentially dangerous Luke could be. She didn’t even know his last name. He could be anything from a rapist, or a serial killer to a milkman. Granted, she knew she could defend herself to each of those; it was the fact that she was unsure scared her a bit. “Listen, can you just put some clothes on, and we can get on with me taking you home?” She asked
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Post by Preacher on Feb 21, 2007 18:35:35 GMT -1
Luke backed up quickly, shielding his man-parts as he stumbled back into the bathroom, kicking the door closed as he shouted his apologies. Grunting with frustration at himself, he released his hands and stepped over to the sink once more. He narrowed his eyes at his reflection, "Real fuckin' smooth..." he muttered. Gin. Yeah, that sudden encounter had jogged his memory. Grunting again, he scooped up the shirt and pants before wiping his flopping wet hair back. Gritting his teeth, he got changed, slipping on the boxers and putting his feet through the trouser legs. Timidly, Luke opened the door and cautiously stepped into the room, taking baby steps. The shirt he was wearing was definately not built for him. Luke was toned, but he was no body builder like whoever her brother was; the shoulders were broad and the chest was wide upon him as creases folded and scrunched up in unnatural places. "I'm, uh, sorry about that." he murmured, looking down, "I thought you'd....well, be somewhere else." he wasn't quite prepared to tell someone he'd only just met the reason for his bouts of memory loss, but then again, he wasn't one to bare all in front of strangers...
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