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Post by REAGAN TAYLOR on Oct 1, 2012 4:37:06 GMT -5
 "oh for the love of..NOT YOU."
"Oh f--"
Reagan looked at the time and realized she was late. It was fifteen minutes before the current bartender would switch shifts with her..and it was always a pain to hear him complain to her about her being late. He was a chauvinist pig; he didn't even want her working there when she applied for the position. To this day she wasn't sure if it was because of how she looked, or the fact that she was a woman. Either way, she didn't feel like tolerating his insults tonight. ...Or any other night for that matter. The boss had already warned her to play nice with the other employees when she punched the idiot in the gut. He deserved every ounce of pain that he got, but apparently the boss didn't think so.
"If you weren't such a damn good bartender you would've been fired already, Reagan."
With a snicker at the memory, Reagan quickly found her usual black pants and white shirt uniform and cursed name tag to put on. At least she was allowed to keep her choker and piercings on. It was a damn good thing she loved to mix drinks too otherwise the outfit would've been absolutely intolerable. One look in the mirror and Reagan was off from her apartment toward downtown.
It wasn't the nicest looking of bars, but she didn't mind. In fact, the people here were so much more tolerable than the people uptown. They'd probably sneer at her mixing capabilities, which were perfectly good. Either way, she was sure to make a scene if she was anywhere but in the downtown area. People were more tolerant of her attitude here, and that was more than enough to compensate for the less-than-great decor.
As expected, the bartender was angry she was late and spewed complaints. Reagan swiftly stuck out her ringed middle finger to him before getting behind the bar and taking over his customers (which weren't that many). In fact, the customers that were there shortly left once she took over (they were probably done but Reagan liked to think that they were afraid of giving their orders to her). Picking up a glass that needed to be cleaned, she began the cleaning process and looked over toward the door, wondering who would piss her off or intrigue her today.
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Notes: Sorry for not being totally well-versed in the fancy styles of posting XD". And sorry about the short post.. I kinda suck at opening threads too, so I promise the quality will get better! Also, what I meant about it not being fair is I wanted to get an entrance in; I forgot that she totally could've been at the bar well before Lee walked in hahaha XD. Oh well, this is what staying up late does to my head 0_o
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Post by LEONARDO STEELDIRGE on Oct 1, 2012 16:30:08 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px]To say his day was a long one would be an understatement. First off, last night, he had been right here at this bar for a performance. Open mic night, after all. He had to take advantage of those performances when he could get them.
However, last night's show had ended at around one AM, followed by a several rounds of drinking, going home, being married to the toilet for a few hours while he heaved up what little he had in his stomach (damn alcohol poisoning), and then had to set his alarm for eight that morning for a temporary job he'd taken on for the next couple of months.
In any case, his shift had only finished a little while ago.. so Lee had zombied his way home, stood under hot water to at least appear presentable to the world, and then made his way back to the bar for a fresh round of drinks. Wash, rinse, dry, repeat. His life was a hectic mess like this every day. In some bizarre way this disorder was the order to his life. That dull pounding in his head from his incessant drinking habits seemed to be a normal, acquired pain now.
All he had to do was pop some pills and he was actually pretty good most of the time. But if there was anyone that could tell he had a bit of a problem with drinking, it was the bartender. He liked Reagan though. She was his favorite mixer, so he made a point to be a regular customer on her work days. He wondered if she'd noticed.
Probably, since I annoy her shitless, he thought, a malicious little smirk working its way onto his face. Entering the bar, he blinked a few times to adjust to the dull lighting, and then with swagger in his step, approached the counter, "Hey, hey darlin~ you miss me?"
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ooc; don't worry about it being pretty x3
i don't care. and your post was jut fine! :3
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Post by REAGAN TAYLOR on Oct 1, 2012 18:21:55 GMT -5
"oh for the love of..NOT YOU."
That voice. Reagan stopped cleaning the glass temporarily and looked up.
"God damn, you again? I thought last night would've killed you by now." Rolling her eyes, Reagan ignored his silly greeting and went back to cleaning her glass. Lee always seemed to worm his way into her shift somehow, and last night, as well as tonight, were no exceptions. She just hoped he wouldn't piss her off as much as he did yesterday. Now that was a mess. "You drank so much last night we barely had time to restock! Not to mention your drunken ass making a fool out of yourself. I keep telling my boss you're bad for business and should be banned..." Reagan glared over at her boss, "But you seem to have gotten him thinking you're a good paying customer. You ask me, that's a load of dog crap if I'd ever seen it." For some reason, she substituted "crap" for what she was going to say. Reagan rationalized that it was because Lee was so immature that she had to act like she was talking to a child. The rationalizing ended up making her angry and she angrily slammed the glass she was cleaning onto the counter. Now that she thought about it though, she was grateful that Lee made it back safely. Even though she would rather he just never show up most of the time.
"If you weren't paying me I'd kick you out myself." Reagan decided to add that in for good measure to compensate for her gratefulness that he was safe. She didn't want Lee, of all people, to think she was going soft. God knows next thing that would happen is she'd end up actually tolerating him. She looked back at his goofy and immature face and just shook her head, resolute on the fact that she would never tolerate him. Except maybe when he actually focused his efforts on his music. Last night (before the whole drunken fiasco) Lee showed he actually some potential in what he was doing. If he spent less time drinking and more time playing, he probably wouldn't be as annoying as he was.
How do they find me? Reagan thought to herself as she thought about Lee's situation.
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Notes: Thank you!! ^^ I'm just glad the post was passable and made sense XD
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Post by LEONARDO STEELDIRGE on Oct 1, 2012 23:02:34 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] "Pff, love, you know me. I don't stop. I just go and go and go~ only thing that'll slow me down is death, and... last I checked I was still a teenager~" he winked at her and laughed hysterically. Oh man... she was going to throw things at him if he kept this up. She seemed especially irate tonight.
This is going to be so much fun.
"Hey, at least I'm better than the other drunken assholes making fools out of themselves," he countered, pointing to the man attempting to sing karaoke on stage. He wasn't doing very well, to say the least. Words slurred and clearly tone deaf, it was a wonder he hadn't been boo'd off yet. Sometimes the crowd was brutal. Well okay, it was usually only Reagan who was brutal. But she could probably intimidate a whole platoon of trained soldiers. "You gotta at least give me points for that. Besides, I'm supplying money for your paycheck!"
He gave her another stupid, toothy grin, snickering, "I am a little shit aren't I? So, I'll take my usual scotch shots, chop chop!" He knew that last order would get her reeling, and quite honestly, he couldn't wait. Watching her get mad was like a sitcom to him. He really didn't know why. Maybe he was some sick, twisted masochist.
"You know, who says I wouldn't enjoy getting my ass kicked by you anyway?" Okay... he was definitely a masochist. Eyes alight with mischief, he leaned forward, "I like it rough, baby."
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Post by REAGAN TAYLOR on Oct 3, 2012 15:33:43 GMT -5
"oh for the love of..NOT YOU."
"A teenager?!" Reagan grimaced, "If you went to my high school when I was younger, you'd have gotten your ass kicked a long time ago by me," she couldn't even imagine him as a teenager. He must've been absolutely awful. Teenaged boys were bad enough, but top off Lee's personality with the hormones of a teenager? "I think death's a bit overdue with your sentence, really." She rolled her eyes and shook her head once more when he started laughing hysterically. How was what he even said funny? Reagan hadn't even given him a drink yet and he was already laughing like an idiot.
When Lee pointed to the drunken man singing, Reagan stiffened up. The man was absolutely awful. Glaring over in that general direction, she yelled over, "GET OFF THE FUCKING STAGE!"...and quite angrily too. She couldn't stand people who were tone deaf, or who tried singing when they were drunk. But no sooner had she yelled it that her boss gave her a stern look. Like if this man had caused any trouble after that, the damages would come out of her paycheck. Hearing Lee's next statements (especially the "chop chop!") after that, she shot him a furious look, "Dammit Lee, shut the fuck up!"
He was really starting to get on her nerves now. He hadn't even ordered anything; all she was doing was listening to him egg her on now. Reagan went back to furiously cleaning her glass to keep herself from getting angry; if Lee kept this up he'd get punched in the face.
"I like it rough, baby."
Reagan stopped cleaning her glass and looked up at Lee. She couldn't believe he was taking her this far. She clenched her her fist and rose it up towards him and leaned in to look threatening, "Don't. Piss me off today."
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