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Post by eden on Jul 26, 2008 16:59:04 GMT -5
A Sigh. Perhaps of Relief or Frustration, one could never tell with Eden.
Ok maybe that was a big lie, it was a sigh of Relief. Relief to be back in Liverpool, the place she called home. She had missed her bed and most of all she had missed her haunt. Where she knew she could always find work if there was someone looking for a hand with something.
Eden adjusted the strap of her pack on her shoulder as she walked along the sidewalk. Her thoughts were of her last job, and how it took her almost half way across the world...so maybe it was just across the ocean. A delivery and retrieval mission of sorts, and it was a damn good thing that Eden was such an oddball, and good at acting or else her ass could have been on a silver platter.
It was a sweet sound that brought the raven haired figure from her thoughts. It was the blissful singing of a little bird. Eden stopped for a mo and watched as the bird sang.
"The littlest birds, sing the prettiest songs" she said under her breath as a cockeyed smile crawled across the Twenty somethings lips. A brow of hers furrowed for a moment when the bird got spooked by something and then flew far and away.
"I need a drink" she mused as she checked her watch, "Bollocks! The pubs have been open for five minutes already!" Eden exclaimed, earning herself odd looks from people walking by her on their way to work or wherever in the world it was they were going. Turning on the balls of her feet Eden began to walk toward the nearest pub. She found one and entered with a grin on her face. Standing in the doorway she peeked out from underneath the curtain of her hair that acted as a fringe.
"Gimme a beer!" She yelled (because it was something she liked to do) as she made her way to the bar and plunked her bottom on one of the stools.
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Post by Christopher Nightingale on Aug 5, 2008 6:05:27 GMT -5
Chris didn't know why he was in a bar.
He didn't even know why he was in Liverpool, honestly. Ever since he had graduated from the Academy, he had been sort of just... wandering the world. Not normally a simple task, but in the world where magic can instantly transport someone nearly anywhere on the planet, it was a lot easier than it sounded to just go globetrotting on a whim.
But back to more pressing matters; the bar. As said, Chris didn't know why he was there. He hated beer, the most common thing a person would find in a bar, and hated getting drunk alone. Obviously he wasn't alone in the bar, but when he thought of alone he thought of without his friends, which he certainly was right now. Complete strangers weren't much more in the way of drinking companions, in his mind, than nonexistent people.
And then, to top things off, a girl came in and ordered a beer like her life depended on it. If Chris didn't get something to drink, and quick, he was going to look like quite the pansy. He was already getting some odd looks for just sitting there staring off into space.
"Ah, er, a whiskey," Chris said uncertainly. He was unused to ordering alcohol so formally; he was underage at home and where he came from the booze came from the bottle at your friend's house, not the tap at the bar. He still wasn't used to this.
The bartender just guessed how much whiskey Chris wanted, exactly, and slid it over to Chris. He was none the wiser. Chris gave a nod to the girl sitting next to him simply to be polite and drained the three fingers in one go.
Ah, the burning sensation of hard liquor. Familiarity at last.
At least the boy could handle his alcohol.
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Post by eden on Aug 7, 2008 1:25:38 GMT -5
If there was a prime example of who NOT to take drinking lessons from, It would be Eden. For when the beer was placed in front of her, she took a sip. Okay maybe a sip was an understatement, what she took was half the pint. Placing the now half empty glass back on the bar gently she looked over to Chris.
Eden wrinkled her nose slightly as she watched the boy drink the hard liquor straight. There was something about the boy that just screamed Juvenile, or perhaps he was just drinking to get drunk which was more often then not the case with youg folks these days. Whiskey was never her drink of choice, especially straight. Then, in her odd way of doing things she eyed the boy up and down. Her lips were pursed for a breif second before she broke out into a toothy smile.
"Are you old enough to be drinking?" she asked in a whisper, leaning toward him. Just incase he wasn't you know, she didn't want to get him kicked out. Eden leaned back to her original position and cocked her head, her fringe sliding across her forehead as she did so.
"Not that I really care if you, like me, just want to get knackered at 11 am in the morning it's alright with me" she said suddenly laughing. The oddballs demeanor had gone from one extreme to another then back in the few minutes since she had entered the bar. This was the main reason people could only handle Eden in very, very small doses.
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Post by Christopher Nightingale on Aug 13, 2008 1:31:32 GMT -5
Chris flinched big time when Eden asked if he was legal, an automatic reaction to the question that he'd have to learn to kick here, where he actually was legal. He looked at the girl for a minute before answering, unsure of why a customer was asking him this. He could expect it, maybe, from the bartender, but this? "Yes," he said simply, trying to sound affronted instead of nervous. He actually did a pretty decent job of it too.
When she went on, he may have smiled at her comment, and had probably actually begun to, had she not started laughing raucously. His eyes widened slightly and he tried his very best to look like he wasn't with her, ordering another whiskey in the process. It didn't matter to him that he acted like that sometimes, because in his mind, that was how you acted around friends you knew well and trusted, not complete strangers in a bar.
He at least drank this glass a little more slowly, sipping at it more out of the desire for something to do other than stare at the girl next to him, which was made even more difficult to avoid due to her undeniably good looks.
"Yeah," he answered quietly and simply when she had finished laughing, though he avoided looking at her. No matter how embarrassed he was to be in this situation, it would have been pretty rude of him to ignore her completely. He forced the tattered shadow of a real, amused, and friendly smile onto his lips.
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Post by eden on Aug 16, 2008 15:34:38 GMT -5
If there was one person who could read body language like a stop sign, it was Eden. Though with Chris it wasn’t hard to tell that he was slightly uncomfortable, for she noticed that his eyes had widened when she began laughing. If Eden didn’t know any better, she was guessing he was trying not to be tied to her in any way. That didn’t bother Eden though, seeming as there were hardly any people who would be willingly admit to associating with her by choice.
“You’re drinking to get drunk aren’t you” she said tactlessly, quietly watching him. The way he was sipping the next whiskey he ordered, heck it was even in what he ordered that it was evident. Besides that’s what all the cool kids did when they began drinking. Even she did it when she turned legal. Though it wasn’t a crime to drink just to get drunk, not to Eden anyways.
Turning back to her abandoned half pint of beer she grabbed it and took another long drink from it, letting the golden coloured liquid slide down her throat, as if it was a need like the very air she breathed. Then it was as if she hadn’t even said anything to the boy sitting beside her because her attention had been caught by the various bottles of liquor on the wall. Eden sat with an amused smile on her face as she read the labels, giving him a spectacular view of her profile. It wasn’t as if Eden was overly cocky, but she knew that her looks had given her some advantages in different situations, and she had spent many years honing her ‘feminine wiles’ to get what she wanted, or get the job done.
Partially she wanted Chris to initiate something, rather than her doing it all the time, which she didn’t mind at all. There was something about the boy that needed to be changed, and in Eden’s opinion she would be the one to do it. He had a shell that needed to be cracked, just a little bit.
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Post by Christopher Nightingale on Aug 24, 2008 9:51:43 GMT -5
"No," said Chris, sounding offended once more that this girl was making assumptions of him. Just because he liked whiskey, and was drinking it like an idiot, and looked young, and was really out of place in this bar, didn't mean she should assume all these things about him.
No, that's exactly what it means. She has no reason to think otherwise, you're just over-reacting.
He decided that he should probably make an effort to speak more than one word at a time to the girl, especially after the realization that she'd really done nothing to wrong him. "No," he repeated, "I'm drinking for something to do."
Something more.
He watched her as her attention drifted away from him, a part of him almost grateful that she was leaving him alone, but a stronger part of him thought he should probably be more friendly with her, especially since she had made the effort to talk to him, a complete stranger, in the first place.
It may have helped that she was a bit of a looker too.
"What about you? You're drinking up that beer like it's oxygen," he said, trying a genuine smile with the joking poke at her own drinking. Admittedly, what she was drinking wasn't exactly the strong stuff, but it's the thought that counts.
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Post by eden on Sept 13, 2008 2:14:35 GMT -5
Her red lips broke into a smile when she heard the boy speak more than one word to her, and they didn't just consist of 'yeah' or 'no'. Turning her attention back to Chris, the smile was still on her face.
"So you do talk" she said, joking with him as he had done with her. Eden tried her best to look as innocent as possible, which was actually not that far off. It was her and her natural showmanship.
Taking another sip of her beer she watched him. Interestingly enough, an alcoholic would take offense to the poke at their drinking; not Eden, she wouldn't admit to being an alcoholic but the girl did drink for England. Gently she placed the glass back down on the bar after downing what was left in it.
"You see my friend, I am drinking for something to do and because I like it" she replied with a cockeyed grin. Eden eyed the boy much like a vulture eyeing it's prey, not caring if he didn't want to be referred to as 'my friend' because at this point, what else was she going to call him? She deducted that even though Chris was obviously a few years younger than her, he was not bad to look at.
"It's a shame you're not a bit older" she began musing aloud, "because you're a good looking kid"
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