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Post by Megara Creon on Feb 22, 2011 10:39:45 GMT -5
Meg didn’t make a habit of drinking on the whole, it just happened to be there when she needed it. It had been another long day at work, as in, she had spent two extremely tedious hours there after the office was shut. Fortunately her boss had unintentionally put up a new clock behind his desk that morning, so at least Meg could lie there and fixate on how many minutes she had left of this chore. She didn’t even get hers today, not that she minded. Sex with the boss was about as exciting as photocopying. So once he had finished doing whatever he was doing, she hadn’t paid attention she had got up, got dressed again and left as quickly as possible and hailed a cab. When it first started she had gone to all kinds of lengths to try and make it look like nothing had happened, but the whole office knew about it; and didn’t care.
Deciding that she needed something with alcohol in it, she directed the driver towards the Poison Apple, leaning back against the sticky leather of the seat and reapplied her lipstick using the wing mirror. Fishing for her hair comb in her back she raked through it with accurate precision, straightened the collar of her shirt and voila. Back to the normal, slightly smouldering secretary who made everyone coffee at eleven am precisely and always kept her diary up to date. Or in other words, a boring perfectionist, her nose pressed down to the fucking grindstone because there was nothing else for her to do. Was this her life? Stuck in a dead end job and resorted to going to the bar after work because she felt that depressed? Meg leaned her elbow on the side of the door and rested her cheek on her hand. It was just a bad day, that was all.
They had arrived and after giving the driver the fare and telling him to keep the change Meg stepped out and slunk into the Apple. The clientele in here was reasonably normal compared to the other night life hotspots around the city, but a girl should still be on her guard. The night was young and the place was packed yet, so choosing a quiet spot on the bar and slipped onto one of the stools and waved to the bar tender. “Bloody Mary please.” The guy nodded, shooting a lewd wink her way, which Meg dismissed with a disgusted grimace. What was wrong with men? Did they think about sex all the time. Well, probably. He returned with the drink and the brunette took one grateful sip, resting her elbows on the sleek wooden bar top and thinking about how spectacularly crap her day had been. |
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Post by Chad Princeton on Feb 23, 2011 10:23:31 GMT -5
 you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Chad had been at the Poison Apple since dinner time. What was he doing there? Well, he was looking to grab himself a casual drink, and maybe a girl or two, if the opportunity presented itself. Did it seem a little desperate? To Chad, not at all. It wasn't as though he was preying on drunk girls. Rather, he was merely in search of conversing with women who were mature enough to handle a couple of drinks. Besides, desperation would have hit once he started going to The Cave. That would be desperate. Now, he was just being a single guy, running into a bunch of single girls, who liked to have fun.
He sat silently by the bar, ordering himself a bottle of beer and some nachos to munch on as he waited. The bar was almost his second home, and the bartender knew him rather well. It didn't take five minutes before his order was served, after all, it was the usual thing he had every time he was there. It had always been a place that felt a lot like home to him. It sure beat eating at home, alone. At least, in this place, there was still good conversation. He poked through the half-eaten nachos before taking a long sip out of his beer. Turning his back on the bar, he faced the noisy crowd of the bar. Chad scanned the blank faces of the various people walking around the bar, but no one seemed to have grasped his attention. Turning back to his food, he heard a faint whisper a couple of seats to his left. Though faint, he felt as though the words were uttered by an angel, if angels existed and entered bars ordering Bloody Marys. Taking it as his cue, he down the remaining of his beer before making his way up to the female.
He combed through his blonde locks, letting the remnants of hair fall right into place. He straightened out his coat, making sure that he didn't have any sort of crumbs on it, before taking the empty seat next to the girl. "A Bloody Mary? Surely, you'd want a drink stronger than that, eh, lovely?" Chad began to utter, taking the seat next to the girl and facing her. It wasn't until then that he realized it was a girl that was all too familiar to him.
"Oh. Wow...Meg?" he asked, as though seeing her hadn't affirmed anything. "What's a hot girl like you doing in a place like this?" He raised an eyebrow, acting as though the place was foreign to him. He quickly added with a "Girls like you should be over at my place" before putting an arm over her shoulder. He waved over at the bartender, and he immediately obliged, placing two beer bottles in front of them, understanding what he had meant. "So, how you been?"
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Post by Megara Creon on Feb 26, 2011 4:45:39 GMT -5
It didn’t take long for the place to start filling up, friends and single people alike trickling in in ones and twos and finding places around the bar and filling up the booths. It was clear that some people were locals by the way the staff greeted them and gave them their drinks knowing what they would order, whilst others stood timidly waiting for their turn. Meg didn’t like coming in here, she normally wouldn’t be seen dead in somewhere like this. But it was the one of the few places around the city that let literally anyone in and she was feeling particularly tired after a day’s work. She had no energy to go back to her place yet and get dressed up to get into one of the city’s nicer clubs, but at the same time felt like she would be missing out if she stayed in. So Meg had chosen the Apple as a compromise.
She considered giving one of her friend’s a bell and seeing if they wanted to join her. Meg was perfectly fine on her own, but at the moment she was in the mood for ranting with and possibly at a female friend. Guys didn’t understand her problems; they pretended to listen whilst a poor girl poured her heart out and then would either come up with a stupid comment or go back to their super objective - get her to sleep with him. Every fibre of Meg’s being was up for antagonising men as much as possible. Plus if she had one of her girlfriends she might not be as hounded as much as if she was on her own. Women who go round in packs are daunting - this is universal knowledge.
As if her thoughts had been answered, she heard a voice behind her and couldn’t help but get the horrible sinking feeling that this was another of these no-hopers, thinking that they had a chance. At least this one was quite bolshy, she didn’t mind turning down the annoying ones not one bit. With a clearly irritated sigh Meg shifted round on her stool so she could see the man, her eyes narrow and every inch of her expression giving out the same message - ‘Piss off, I’m not interested.’ It was at that point when she finally looked him in the eye that they both realised who the other is and her face softened slightly, because Chad was a friend after all. A friend constantly trying to get into her pants, but a friend none the less.
She held out her arms mockingly as if presenting herself for the first time. “Yes, me! Or at least it was me when I last checked.” She said. At his next remark Meg found herself chuckling. “You are too kind.” She said, raising her glass to her lips and finishing off the rest of her drink. “It’s the only place they let you in without wearing stilettos.” She said truthfully, half tempted to shrug away his arm over her shoulder; but then realising this would signify every other male in the bar that she wasn’t interested dawned on her and although she pulled a face, she let it stay. Anything else though and he was pushing his luck. She took one of the bottles in her fingers, fiddling with it as she sighed. “Honestly, totally crap. How about you?”
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Post by Chad Princeton on Feb 26, 2011 9:33:35 GMT -5
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Chad hadn't been expecting someone he knew to be at the bar at that time. He most especially wasn't expecting Meg Creon there, to be quite honest. It took him by surprise, causing him to actually fall over from his seat. Sure, Meg wasn't entirely the introverted type of person, so he shouldn't be surprised that she'd be out at a bar on a night like tonight, but he had never really pegged her as the type of person who'd go to the Poison Apple by herself. Perhaps she was waiting on some other friends, who were hopefully equally as hot as she was. He had a lot of questions that he wanted to ask her, but her response seemed to answer them all already. So, she was here, alone. Otherwise, she would have chosen to dress up more extravagantly. It was then that Chad only noticed how the girl looked like. It wasn't that she was less pretty than she actually was, but rather there was just this aura of fatigue linger around her. But even in her seemingly stressed state, her sense of sarcasm was still ever present.
He clasped her shoulders, as though reassuring her and encouraging her to push-on, even though he had no idea what her problem was. Chad just felt like there was something he had to do, to at least comfort a friend. Even if it was hardly meaningful and extremely temporary. The blonde adjusted his seat, removing his arm over her so that his body faced the girl. Clutching the beer on the counter, he took it and took a few sips before setting it down again. He was concerned. She was a tough girl, that Meg, and he didn't often see her in a mood like this one. He knew it wasn't just something to be brushed aside easily. "Hey, that's why we're here, right? Drowning our sorrows in alcohol," he joked, gently tapping her shoulder with his fists. "But seriously, tell me about it."
Her question rang in his head for quite some time. It wasn't like no one ever asked to check how he was doing or anything, but it was a seldom occurrence. He had just always figured that when people saw him smiling and enjoying himself, they'd automatically think that everything fine and that whatever was going on with him, really didn't matter. Back to their own problems, like they're more important than you. Chad didn't really take this personally, from anyone who would have decided to go and sulk in their own problems already, but sometimes, he wanted to be considered too, and now he was. And it felt great. Not that it meant he would respond and bawl up and start sharing his soul to the world. He wasn't like that.
He let out a shrug, finally responding to her. "I'm okay. You know, just your average day for the Chadmeister. But stop changing the topic!" he called her out, taking another swig of the beer, downing it's contents easily before asking the bartender for another one. "Talking it out would make ya feel better. I mean, you look like there's a huge weight on your back, and that's not really a look that I'd go for, ya know?". The guy raised the ice-cold bottle, waiting for her to toast with him.
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