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Post by ashling on Nov 19, 2008 17:45:54 GMT -5
"Four more shots of Jack please. Two for myself and two for the lovely lady." He gestured towards her with a smile. He narrowed his light brown eyes towards her for a moment. "Drinks are on me tonight."
Ashling was not going to decline. What self respecting girl wouldn't take a guy on a challenge and an offer to buy all her alcohol? Ashling chuckled. 'Yeh, right. Any other girl would have the sence to chillax because she had promised herself she would be a good girl tonight. Ashling covered her wicked grin with a couple fingers and her eyes narrowed with her smile. When Ashling smiled, her whole face smiled. "Oh! You poor boy..." His bill would be substantial.
Ashling leaned a bit closer to the young man's arm, running her fingertips over the designs. She loved them even more up close. He had quite an eye for the artistic.
"I forget I have these sometimes." He admitted, somewhat embarrassed. "Do you have any?"
Ashling grinned. "Yeah! She took her denim jacket off, which matched her jeans exactly. Under she wore a shirt that, when not attached to her looked little more than a square of cloth, but on was tied at top behind her neck and tied at the bottom, around her lower back, leaving her whole back bare. "I designed this myself." Ashling allowed herself to boast.
On her back was a sone designed celtic cross with vines and bright blue sakura blossoms draping over it between her shoulderblades, about the size of a large hand's palm. Then bursting from the left side of the cross was one, feathery, fluffy looking wing, bright wight with charcoal shading to give depth. "This has a ot of my heart in it..." Ashling smiled softly.
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Post by deg on Nov 19, 2008 18:02:24 GMT -5
"Oh! You poor boy..."[/i]
Jaysin let out a slight laugh and picked up one of the shot glasses as the four he had ordered were placed before him. He curled his fingers around another and slid it towards her a bit. He pulled back as she leaned closer to him. He shivered lightly as her finger ran up along the outline of one of the tattoos. He smiled, not minding her touching him at all.
He set his shot back down onto the counter top and leaned forward to observe her tattoo. In turn, he traced his finger up and around the outline of the tattoo. "It's beautiful. I like it."[/color] He sat upright again and looked over his own tattoos. All of them had meanings of course but he had so many it would probably take hours to explain them all.
Taking his shot back into his hand, he lifted it up towards her as if to make a toast. "Cheers to people with tattoos!"[/color] he announced before tilting his head back, letting the liquid slide down his throat. He licked his lips once more, scrunching his face together to make a look of disgust. Don't get too drunk in front of the poor girl.[/i][/color] he instructed himself as he took hold of the second shot.[/size]
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Post by ashling on Nov 19, 2008 18:53:16 GMT -5
In turn, he traced his finger up and around the outline of the tattoo. "It's beautiful. I like it."
Ashling went competely still as Jaysin's finger ran up her back. It had been awhile since anyone had touched her and, even if it wasn't in an intimate manner, Ashling appreciated the feel of someone else's warmth. It was nice, having someone admire some aspect of her. "Well," she breathed. "Thank you very much."
Taking his shot back into his hand, he lifted it up towards her as if to make a toast. "Cheers to people with tattoos!" he announced before tilting his head back, letting the liquid slide down his throat.
Ashling reached out and downed her third shot just as easily as the first. She pulled a slight grimace and smirked. "Ahhhh..." she sighed. "Tattoos and Jack...Good combination..." Ashling slipped her tanned fingers around the second shot glass and lifted it to her face at eye level, gazing into the brown liquid.
Ashling scolded herself slightly as she studied Jaysin's facial expression. She knew that look. 'Aww...' She thought. 'Be nice, Ashling and don't embarass the poor light-weight too much.' Ashling grinned appologetically. "I'm no good at toasting...So...Bottoms up!" She tilted her head back and downed her fourth simply and smoothly, like she had been most of her life. Drinking was second nature. She wasn't an alcoholc. She didn't need to drink. But she did enjoy it far too much for her own good.
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Post by deg on Nov 19, 2008 19:04:47 GMT -5
Feeling the affects from the previous shots, he let out a soft sigh and held up his shot glass. I'm not drunk yet. A few shots of Jack ain't nothin'.[/i][/color] He reassured himself as he tilted his head back once more, taking the shot. He slammed the shot glass down onto the counter top and smiled over to the girl.
Great. He was drunk. He knew it was a bad idea to drink this much but he felt that he deserved a little fun. "Woo!"[/color] He exclaimed as he shook his head a bit. His face was firing up. He must have been as red as a fire truck. He waved his hand up almost frantically in the air to flag the bartender down.
"Two more!"[/color] He shouted towards the bartender who was now laughing at him. He hadn't been in the bar for over an hour and he was drunk. What a shame. He turned slightly to look over at the man who sat beside him and looked over the girl he was with. She was beautiful but not as beautiful as Ashling. He held his hand up above his head and shouted. "High five dude!"[/color][/size]
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Post by ashling on Nov 19, 2008 19:22:08 GMT -5
Ashling's eyes widened a bit as she watched the young Oriental man before with a mild shock. 'Oh my Lord. He's already...' She grinned and shook her head in amuzement. She was finally starting to feel warm with the amount of alcohol in her system and it was nice. She new right away she might hafta help this poor man to his residence if this kept up.
Ashling's face brightened as he called out for more enthusiastically. He was absolutely adorable. "Oh, yes." She started. "You are so coming to visit me at the Clover. My ladies will love you." Ashling glanced around him to the couple on his other side and her grin widened as he raised his hand, demanding reciprocation from the stranger.
Ashling was about to burst out laughing. She loved drunk people. They brought her much joy and amusement. She sent a thumbs up at the couple's direction, grinning appologetically once again. It was all done as if to quietly say, 'Bear with it. I'll take care of him later. Let him have his fun.'
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Post by deg on Nov 20, 2008 11:13:47 GMT -5
After high-fiving the stranger who was now laughing at him he watched as the bartender placed two more shots before him. For a moment his senses had kicked back in. Don't do it Jaysin. You're already drunk.[/i][/color] Narrowing his eyes towards Ashling's two shots, he grinned and picked up both glasses, one in each hand.
"Cheers!"[/color] And with that he threw his head back, downing one shot then once the brown liquid went down his throat he did it again with the other shot. It was a bad idea but he did it anyways. He slammed both the shot glasses down and wiped his mouth with the back of his arm. "It's hot in here!"[/color]
He stood from his seat and began pulling shirt up above his head, nearly falling backwards as he stumbled around. Once the shirt was off, he tossed it over to Ashling with a crooked grin and shot her a wink. He revealed more of his tattoos. One of a samurai that covered his back and the one of the tiger on his stomach. He stumbled backwards but managed to keep himself from falling my placing his hand onto the stool.[/size]
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Post by ashling on Nov 21, 2008 23:15:23 GMT -5
Ashling stared with a half smirk half grin as she watched the man before her down his shots and immediatelly get louer and hotter. The red head started laughing but stifled it with her own two shots, one right after the other. This was going to be enjoyable.
Ashling prayed that the poor man new his limits. It was obvious he was already highly drunk. And Ashling was willing to slow down if she muct to make sure he, at least got home safe. But for now, Ashling turned toward Jaysin to watch his next antic and nearly got a faceful of shirt.
Ashling's reflexes were impeccable, however, and she caught the shirt with ease. She lowered the bundled cloth to her lap, huge grin spreading across her face. "Now, now. No mking the other little boy's jealous, Jaysin. That's just mean." She said, gazing over him appreciatively.
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Post by deg on Nov 24, 2008 11:46:13 GMT -5
"Jealous?!"[/color] he shouted, nearly butchering the word because of his drunkenness. "Of what? This?"[/color] He moved his hand off the stool and stumbled back as he brought his arms up, flexing both of them. His foot caught onto the the leg of the stool and he fell backwards, hitting the floor with a loud thud.
Good going, idiot.[/i][/color] He rolled over onto his side as he rubbed the back of his head, letting out a soft groan. He hit his head on the wood floor hard, but obviously not too hard since he was still conscious. Listening to the few laughs and gasps from the patrons around him he quickly pushed himself up before anyone offered any help. He held his hands out as if to say 'stand back'.
"I'm cool!"[/color] He reached down and picked up the fallen bar stool and sat it back up. He looked over to Ashling with a crooked smile. "Sorry."[/color] She must have been so embarrassed. Placing his hand onto the bar top to keep himself from falling again, he closed his eyes for a moment as the room began to spin.[/size]
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Post by ashling on Nov 25, 2008 20:31:31 GMT -5
Ashling's grin turned to shock as Jaysin tilted back just a bit too far, and she stretched her hand out....And missed. She groaned as he hit the floor. That was silly of her, not to get there in time. She knew the hazards of being flamboyanty drunk. And that was certainly the point at which Jaysin was at.
Ashling turned up an emerald glare at anyone who dared laugh. She was usually calm and happy to all, but she didn't tolerate people maliciously mking fun of someone when they had been just as bad at some point in their lives, assuredly. Ashling got off her stool to help Jaysin back up but held back when he managed himself.
She stood behind him, a hand on his shoulder and waited patienty as he tried to right himself. He closed his eyes and the red head smiled softly as she shook her head. 'Poor guy's mind is probably spinning around in his head...' she thought as she shook her free hand. The alcohol was startito affect her a little bit more. Her fingers were starting to tingle. "Hey. Do you need to go somewhere? Can I help?" Ashling said in a soft, kind voice.
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Post by deg on Nov 25, 2008 21:51:31 GMT -5
Jaysin reopened his eyes only to see the room before him swaying back and forth. He was seeing double now and that defiantly wasn't good. Spinning on his heel, he turned around and looked at her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. He was the type that got all touchy-feely when he was under the influence and it usually got him into trouble.
"No need to go anywhere!"[/color] he announced, slurring his words. For a moment he felt bad for Ashling, knowing that she would have to babysit him now in his drunken state. He should have known to stop drinking after the first couple of drinks but no, his stubborn attitude won and here he was, drunk as a pirate. "You know,"[/color] he started as he pulled back, placing his hands on her shoulders to keep himself from falling again. "You're probably the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen come into this bar."[/color]
Lame pick up line moron.[/i][/color] Shooting her a crooked smile, he leaned back and sat down on his bar stool again, moving his hands away from her shoulders and placing them on his lap. Though the room was moving while he sat still, it didn't seem to bother him at all.[/size]
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Post by ashling on Nov 25, 2008 22:08:51 GMT -5
Ashling let out a surprised "Oof!" when Jaysin's arms found their way around her, but she simply pat his shoulders akwardly, smiling up at the man kindly. She understood.When she got drunk off her rocker she got touchie-feelie too. 'Yep,' she thought to herslef. 'This guy's gonna need help home when he decides to leave...'
Ashling blushe a bit at the compliment. Sure, she had heard pickup lines from all of her patrons, male or female. And she was flattered by them all, save half were old men, a fourth were women(no touchie) and the other fourth we just...No. But this guy was someone Ashling didn't mind so much...As far as looks and first impressions go. He was a light-weight, which Ashling normally wasn't into, but Jaysin was too damned adorable!
Ashling smirked back at the lopsided grin Jaysin shot her way and waited until he was safely back in his seat before she found her's again. She pulled her stool close enough to his that the wood almost touched and then she sat down. The red head discretely placed her hand onto the far edge of his stool, her arm across his back, so that, if he were to lean back again, she wouldn't miss this time. "Ok...Well, if you don't want to leave yet, that's ok...But make sure you remember where home is, or I won't get you there myself, alright?"
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Post by deg on Nov 25, 2008 22:22:51 GMT -5
Suddenly out of nowhere he remembered that he was still shirtless. Frantic, he stood from his stool quickly, stumbling forward, his hands waving around before him as if he were blind. "Who took my shirt?!"[/color] he shouted as he turned to face the bar fully, looking over each patron that sat behind it. He placed his hands on his hips moodily, glaring at the few who decided to acknowledge him.
"Ok...Well, if you don't want to leave yet, that's ok...But make sure you remember where home is, or I won't get you there myself, alright?" [/i]
Home? She wants to come home with me?[/i][/color] He had heard what she said totally wrong but he hadn't known any better. He took her by her hand after snatching his shirt from the bartop which he spotted a moment before. "I'll show you my house."[/color]
Tugging at her hand gently he lead her out of the bar and out onto the street. "Oh shit I forgot to pay!"[/color] Quickly turning back around he let go of Ashling's hand, worried that he would hurt her if he kept tugging at it and stumbled back into the bar. He wobbled his way over to the counter and slapped money onto the bartop and grabbed his leather jacket along with Ashling's umbrella. He waved to the barkeep and exited the building again, his shirt and jacket in one hand and the umbrella in the other.
"Good thing I went back! We almost forget these!" He held the umbrella up over his head and began swinging it about.[/size]
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Post by ashling on Nov 25, 2008 22:31:17 GMT -5
Ashling lurched as the weight on the stool she was leaning on changed and she ended up ontop of it, balancing for dear life and trying to hold in the deep chuckle that was threatening to spring forth. She had layed the shirt on the counter when they had sat back down and reached to tell Jaysin this when he suddenly grabbed her outstretched hand and started out the door. Ashling stumbled and snatched up her denim jack, her eyes going wide. What had just happened...?
As they got out side, Ashling was turning her head to look into the bar. They had not paid. But seconds later Jaysin realised this and turned to correct his mistake. Ashling stopped abruptly on the side walk and covered her face with her hands. She was torn between laughing outright and being very worried. This man was certainly drunk and confused. Albeit, pleasantly confused.
As Jaysin came back out, waving her umbrella above his head, Ashling choked on another laugh bursting at the seams of her lungs. This man was too much. Ashling reached up and took hold of her umbrella. "Thank you, Jaysin. Now..." she spoke slow and clear. "Where do you live, so I can drop you off?"
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Post by deg on Nov 26, 2008 11:29:54 GMT -5
Jaysin was sure that if it wasn't for the alcohol they'd both be freezing by now. It was a bit chilly out even when it wasn't raining. He smiled over to Ashling as she took her umbrella and nodded as she thanked him. "No problem!"[/color] he let out loudly and triumphantly. He threw his jacket over his shoulder, stumbling a bit to the side but caught himself by placing his hand on the light post that stood next to him. Thank goodness that was there or he would have fallen again.
"Where do you live, so I can drop you off?"[/i]
He immediately pouted just like a child would and threw her the 'puppy dog' look. "Drop me off? You didn't wanna stay and keep me company?" The statement made him want to slap himself in the face. Quick change the subject, something![/i][/color] He pushed himself upright, no longer leaning on the light post and shook one hand before him. "I mean, not that I want to bring you home to sleep with you or anything- Wait I mean!"
Pressing his lips together, he decided that it was a bad idea for him to keep talking. He kept saying things he hadn't meant to say and he was only digging himself into a deeper hole. Now he was certain that she would either leave now or was kind enough to take him home and leave right after.[/size]
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Post by ashling on Nov 27, 2008 2:11:33 GMT -5
"Drop me off? You didn't wanna stay and keep me company?"
Ashling almost snorted in laughter. 'Did he just...' Ashling paused shaking with the effort to not laugh at the man to his face. 'He just gave me a puppydog look!' she finished her thought. The young Irish lass was absolutely ticled as she reached over and wrapped her arms around one of Jaysin's to make sure that the next time he wobbled would not end up in a face plant.
"I mean, not that I want to bring you home to sleep with you or anything- Wait I mean!"
Ashling could not help herself. Her laughter rang out up and down the street, people startled at the noise and staring in their direction(if they hadn't already been due to his loud exclamations). Ashling pat the drunk man's arm in a gentle reassuring manner and shook her head. "Silly Jaysin! You need to learn when not to talk. The open-mouth-insert-foot syndrom is a dangerous thing!"
Ashling brushed some of her hair behind her ear her right side and looked outof the corner of her eyes toward Jaysin. She stuffed her free hand in her pocket and lifted her chin, looking straight ahead of her. "Well..." she began in a nonchalant soundng voice. "I suppose I could ang out for awhile...I'll allow you to seranade me with some of your creations. How does that sound?"
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