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Sept 19, 2019 9:40:59 GMT
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Post by Nu on Nov 27, 2017 19:36:02 GMT
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If you start me up
I walk smooth, ride in a mean, mean machine
If one more stupid thing happened to Maya Greene, the dark haired lady would explode into a million pieces. Not only did she get splashed with dirty water on the way to the metro, her skirt got stuck in the door and wouldn't budge until the next station. And then her tights snagged against the corner of her desk, ripping a hole down her thigh straight to her ankle. The contents of her bag spilled in the lift, her favourite pen sliding in the gap when the doors opened and she spilled coffee on the new shirt she had changed into after stepping into the office.
She felt like she deserved the drink she was about to have as she walked into her favourite bar, thankfully with a new shirt that her colleague generously lent to her. She had left her coat at the office to dry and had forgotten about it so she was shivering a little until she stepped into the bar.
Just as she sat down, the bartender handed her a drink. "I haven't even ordered." She gave him a smile. He shrugged and jerked his head over his shoulder. "Compliments of the gentleman at the end of the bar."
Maya leaned to her left to see which gentleman it was and a smirk came to her lips as she raised her glass up to him before drinking it. Strong, strong alcohol slid down her throat and she closed her eyes to savour it. "There is a God." She whispered to herself before sliding off the stool to walk over to the man.
"I suppose you do this often?" She opened the conversation with a grin.
Kick on the starter give it all you got
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Sept 17, 2019 4:43:32 GMT
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Post by Trix on Nov 27, 2017 21:35:21 GMT
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Skyfall
I've drowned and dreamt this moment
If he wasn't working, reading or writing, James was drinking. It didn't matter to him if he was drinking in the comfort of his own home or if he was in a bar, either way he was getting a good buzz and sleeping with someone. It made for good stories in his classes, stories with profound lessons. He never wanted his students to become like him, but at the same time, he sort of loved his life. He enjoyed being named the professor that was the easiest to come to for problems, even if he wasn't the most coddling type. He gave it to his students straight, told them to stop being stupid and how to rise above their mistakes. He'd been rising above his own for his whole life.
With a glass of top shelf scotch dangling in his hand, he scanned the bar. It was beginning to pick up, most of the stools occupied, but that didn't stop him from noticing the clearly exasperated woman that entered the bar. She looked the way he felt after a day of grading long, grueling literature papers that were required for him to give out. Rough, but not entirely bad to look at. He tipped the glass to his lips and motioned for the bartender to come over. His loyalty to the bar and the amount he spent on a daily basis often gave him special attention from the bartenders, that and just being a generally interesting guy that was easy to please. The young man asked what he needed and he tapped his glass and also nodded to the woman down the stretch of bar, ordering her a vodka martini.
He watched as the man took the drink over to the woman who had caught his eye and lifted his own glass in response. A well-mannered woman who enjoyed hard liquor, he couldn't think of a better combination. When she began walking over, he tipped his glass back again and arched an eyebrow as she spoke. He swallowed the alcohol and set his glass down before turning to her, "I wouldn't say often, it cheapens the gesture. You simply looked like you could use one."
When worlds collide and days are dark.
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Post by Nu on Nov 27, 2017 22:05:44 GMT
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If you start me up
I walk smooth, ride in a mean, mean machine
His answer made her smile as she smoothed down her skirt. She folded one leg over the other and turned slightly in her stool, pressing an arm against the edge of the bar top to look at the gentleman. She assessed his posture, the clothes he wore and the haircut he sported before giving him a genuine smile.
"What gave it away?" She asked. "Oh wait, are you psychic?" She chuckled. "Either way, thank you for the drink." She raised the glass again and took another appreciative sip.
She placed the glass gently over the counter and reached a hand out. "Maya. Pleasure."
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Post by Trix on Nov 29, 2017 18:20:46 GMT
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Skyfall
I've drowned and dreamt this moment
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It wasn't necessarily intentional when James had a fling. One night stand's couldn't be planned out and while the bar was definitely the easiest place to find one, it wasn't always guaranteed. Plus, it was rare to find a woman who wouldn't get attached to him. Oddly enough, some of his most cherished friends had started out as nothing more than a drunken escape. They were the ones who told him that he was never going to be truly happy if he didn't stop this life he was living. Perhaps they thought as much because they'd found their life partners, men and women alike.
James wasn't looking for serious, he wasn't sure he could even do serious. He was a mature man, had a stable job, money that he could do whatever he wanted with, but chose to use it effectively. He was all in all marriage material...except for the fact that he felt emotionally empty when it came to ideas of love. He wasn't a Neanderthal, he felt feelings assimilated to love, but only ever on the familial front. He loved his friends, he loved his mother and he loved his niece and nephew. But he couldn't imagine living a life as the ever doting husband or proud father. He enjoyed being the suave and fun uncle, ever the eligible bachelor. Despite those feelings, he was an avid romance novel reader and even occasionally wrote the likes of love stories, but often with a darker undertone.
It was a general rule that he didn't stay after sex. Not for a drink, nor a cup of coffee. He swiftly, yet politely made his exit the moment the opportunity presented itself. With the act over and done with on this particular conquest, he didn't say much as he began to gather his clothes. She'd been a good lay, one for the books even, but he felt as though even she wasn't the type that looked for lingering men to have sex with. He pulled on his trousers, standing at his full height in front of the window as he buttoned them.
When worlds collide and days are dark.
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