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Post by gage on Jun 25, 2010 8:11:05 GMT 10
 Just hold up that gun and look pretty damn tough Gage wandered into the bar, not really giving a crap as to what they were serving. Why he let his band-mates drag him to this party, he had no idea. Since he was there, he might as well make the best of it. He could totally do that, right? Yeah, course he could he was Gage Markus Souza, after all!
Upon entry, Rox, Gid, Marco, Luke and all them scattered. There were girls dancing around him. Kindly, he placed his hand on their shoulders and pushed them away; not that he didn't like it, he just wasn't in the mood at the moment. As he made his way to the bar itself, he sat down and sighed.
The bartender placed a nice, cold soda next to him. Glancing up, he saw somebody who he didn't know. With a confused look, he bent down and sipped a little, slightly cautious. It wasn't spiked. He glanced at the bartender again, as if he wanted an explanation
"Dun worry, I've seen you come in. Y'dun drink." The man mumbled to Gage. Nodding his thanks, he took a few more sips before he saw a table completely crowded with people. No doubt, there was a shot fest going on. Not that he really cared.
As he glanced across the room, he saw Marco and Gid hanging out and drinking in one corner and Rox and Luke dancing somewhere else. Gage leaned back against the bar as the crowd around the drinker or multiple drinkers grew. Eh, he might as well check out who was over there. What could it hurt? As he made his way over, A tequila bottle nearly hit him.
Shit. This is why I don't drink... His mind growled. Gage was quite the partier, in fact he was probably the most sober amazing partier you will ever meet, but only when he was in the mood to be. once he reached the table, he saw some dude sitting down. Rolling his eyes, somebody pulled him over.
"Y-you gotta make 'im stop! You just gotta! He's gettin addicted. you gotta stop 'im!" Then, the kid ran off. Confused and unsure, Gage made his way back towards the table, pulled up a chair and sat down.
"Hello, there. My name is Gage Souza." He said, holding out an arm. Of course, people were onfused, but he didn't care. He was going to make a formal introduction whether they wanted to see one or not. TAGS::Jack MUSE::Mehhh WORD COUNT::411 (without coding) NOTES::Sorry about the shortness... |
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Post by jackmiller on Jun 25, 2010 10:44:00 GMT 10
 Lets start a riot [/color] [/center] The night was only beginning and Jack was definitely enjoying himself. One after another, shots slid down his throat. He bought rounds for the people around him and the pretty girl sitting on his lap. Jack had no clue who she was but didn't really care. The party was really going and Jack didn't plan on stopping anytime soon. Shifting the girl to his other knee so he can see the whole bar better, Jack wobbled a little and almost fell out of his chair. This whole balance thing was not a good thing in Jack's mind. Stay still and drink as much as he could before going home was his motto. And to take a girl with him. A cool breeze came through the bar as the door opened once again. Looking around while feeling up the gorgeous blond, Jack saw a new guy enter the bar. It didn't look like he came to the bar very often and Jack was one to know who usually came since he was always there. Laughing at something the girl said, Jack ran a hand over her exposed stomach. He wasn't really listening to the her, he knew he could have her any time he wanted. The new guy was walking up to him. Jack was a bit confused in his drunken stupor, but he knew he didn't know this guy. It wasn't a problem though, Jack loved meeting and drinking with new people. Reaching around the girl to shake the hand offered, Gage introduced himself. Unique name, Jack though to himself and laughed a bit. He looked like a cool guy though. Shouting to the bartender, Jack ordered another round. "This one's on me, man. i'm Jack." The bartender arrived with the drinks. It was Jack's usual and the bartender knew what to bring. "Hope ya dun mind whiskeh." Jack slurred a little. The alcohol was finally getting past his tolerance level and he was pumped. ooc
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Post by gage on Jun 27, 2010 14:36:58 GMT 10
Just hold up that gun and look pretty damn tough Truth to be told, this kind of place sickened him. The smell of alcohol hurt his head and burned his throat. What used to be a pleasant warmth was now a painful scorch. The thought that one man could down over twelve shots of straight whiskey just bothered him to no end.
Then, Gage got wondering. What was he like when he was twelve? Most of his nights were full of confusion and amnesia since the alcohol made him forget his sleepless nights. Adolescence was pretty much a bitch to him, but who cared? Nobody. Well, there was that band teacher, but that's about it.
Once Jack shook his hand, and introduced himself, Gage gave a firm handshake. It was rather natural to him. If somebody who was older than him spoke to him, then he would adress them as sir or madam. If somebody shook his hand, he would return it with a firm handshake of his own. All in all, Gage was quite the gentlemen.
When the bartender came along with the tray of whiskey, Gage saw the strange look that the man gave him. He simply rubbed the back of his neck and shot the tender a half-smile. Burshing his hair out of his face, Gage turned back to Jack.
Hope ya dun mind whiskeh.
After having been pulled out of his thoughts, Gage's head shot up. He gave Jack a small grimace. The man was drunk. Dead-drunk, almost. To Gage, it was clear that he'd have to be helped. No, he wasn't some saviour or anything like that, but he tried his best to help out. Normally, he failed and was simply ignored. However, in this case, he refused to let it go. Perhaps it was because this is what he was like when he was eleven. Maybe Jack was too, but Gage didn't really care at the moment. He calmly shook his head and put out the palm of his hand, an indication of no thanks.
"I'm fine, thank you. I've gotten over alcohol." He nodded a little at the shots of whiskey and raised one of his brows. Finally, he noticed the girl on Jack's lap. He probably should have noticed her when Jack was shaking his hand, but he failed to. The girl was a fake blonde with fake breasts, fake nails and a fake face. What was another word for that...? Oh yes! She was a bimbo. Shaking his head lightly, Gage tried not to gag at her.
The people around them were probably confused about seeing an alcoholic sitting with a man who had been clean for years. Gage couldn't blame them. He was a little confused, himself. This was very out-of-character for him. However, it felt pretty good. Of course, he wasn't exactly planning on making this little... attempt as a part of his hobbies.
It seemed like Jack was completely gone. Well, at least half-way. No matter, Gage would try. Though, he knew one thing. Never fight a drunk. They will most likely win, because of the alcohol that they consumed. Of course Gage wasn't so stupid that he actually would fight, right? TAGS::Jack MUSE::Bleh. It's okays WORD COUNT::553(without coding) NOTES::Nyehhh... I'm trying to figure out how they're gonna get in a bar fight, since Gage isn't exactly the kind of person who takes drinks out of peoples' hands. xD |
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Post by jackmiller on Jul 6, 2010 4:24:31 GMT 10
Lets start a riot [/color] [/center] Jack shrugged off the fact that Gage rejected his shot. He didn’t understand how people could not drink. This was one thing he always did. It killed time and he had fun while doing it too. Maybe he had too much time to kill but he didn’t care. All that mattered was what he wanted to do. Nudging the girl off his lap, Jack slammed down the shot the guy turned down. He gave the two empty shot glasses back to the bartender and motioned for the guy to sit down.. Thinking to himself, Jack wondered if he could break through Gage’s barrier. It might be a difficult thing to do, but Jack was up for challenges. “Well. That’s odd.” Jack laughed to himself. “You’re over alcohol but you’re at a bar.” Sipping his beer, he scanned the bar. The blonde he had was hot but he wanted something new…Something more exciting. Who knew what was going to happen tonight. Nodding his head to the music out of beat, Jack looked back at the guy he just met. “So what did you come here for then? I’m sure someone who doesn’t drink can find hot chicks like this elsewhere. There’s easy ones everywhere.” |
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