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Post by ezra on Aug 23, 2009 21:51:55 GMT -5
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CALL IN THE CAVALRY.
TUESDAYS were usually the craziest days for him, for some reason, but Wednesday was certainly giving it a run for its money. So far, he'd had thirty people come up to the bar to order drinks. He'd been working for a grand total of eight minutes. For a moment, he'd thought that there was another homeless man who had shouted "drinks on me", but then he realized how crowded the dance floor was. Shit. Apparently Wednesdays were the new Tuesdays, which were the new Fridays. What the hell? Didn't people have to be somewhere, or something? Guess not. It felt like everyone in the area had said "hey, let's all make Ezra actually work tonight and order fifty billion things from the bar at Pandemonium!"
The only thing worse than having to actually work was to also train the new kid. Again. He hated when he was stuck doing orientation for the new ones. First of all, they asked the most retarded questions he'd ever heard in his life. Example: Ezra, where do I stick my tips? Oh, I don't know--your pocket, fucktard? Ezra, we've run out of alcohol! That's cute. Go in the back and get some more. Ezra, where are the ice cubes around here? Try the fucking freezer, dumbass. He always seemed to get stuck with the hopeless kids. It was like the administration was getting back at him for doing complete shit while he was "at work". He had to admit, though, that he kind of deserved it; making the other bartender do his work while he went out and danced, or started flirting with random people at the bar. It was a wonder he still worked there. Probably the only two reasons that he did were one: Jackson made them keep him, and two: he was hot.
Second of all, they had that whole holier-than-thou thing going on. All they saw was some high-school "drop out" who was probably stupid and didn't know anything about the world around him. Well, screw them. It wasn't like they weren't looking at the same exact job and lifestyle he had (except for, probably, the whole murdering thing). Sometimes he wished he could just bash them over the head, or take them outside and deal with him there. The only problem was that Jackson always made him wait at least a week or two after training them. It was suspicious otherwise--well, hell, it was suspicious nonetheless, but there was nothing they could do to prove it was Ezra, right?
He was lazing at the bar, letting the new kid take most of the orders as his eyes traveled slowly across the crowd. He hadn't seen anyone that he wanted to play with yet, which was slightly upsetting. With all the people who were present at the Secret that night, there had to be someone that he could have some fun with. Slaughter, sex, drugs, whatever. Anything to get his mind off of the present.
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Post by rachel on Aug 24, 2009 2:16:08 GMT -5
Rachel had finally gotten out of her hometown and into the big city. She contemplated which bar to go to, there was the one she'd heard of-what was it called? Well whatever, she could imagine all the sleezeballs in there hitting on her. That was what made her decide to go to the Pandemonium. The big dance club was definatly her type of place.
She walked in the club and was amazed at the seductive apeal to it. This was perfect! Rachel would be spending most of her nights in this place for sure. Rachel looked around until she found the bar. She started walking towards it and got half-way there when she was bumped by an unfortunate looking girl who was drunk out of her mind. "Ew." she said looking down at her. The girl looked hurt and muttered a pathetic "sorry" before she scurried away.
Rachel finally made it to the bar without getting bumped by another stupid mundane. She sat at a stool and searched for the bartender. A meek boy ran around like a crazy man while another slightly older and extremely confident boy sat back and watched. Rachel laughed quietly so no one but her could hear. She then waited for someone to offer her a drink. It wouldn't take long. |
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Post by ezra on Aug 24, 2009 11:30:17 GMT -5
l i f e l i n e ;
CALL IN THE CAVALRY.
AS THE NEW KID rushed back and forth between each of the customers, he headed back over to the fridge to grab something to drink. Unfortunately, they were never allowed to have many drinks on the job (for obvious reasons), so he never got to steal much--especially with the new kids around, who thought that pointing out every little rule he broke was going to get them on the good side of the club. Of course, he drank on the job--hell, when he had that much vodka in front of him, how could he not? He kept it reasonable, though. Part of his job entailed getting the drunks out of the club, and breaking up fights when necessary. A drunk Ezra was not likely to do either of that. However, a moderately sober Ezra who was looking to flirt with the first thing his eyes met could probably pull something like that off. And it wasn't like the new kid was going to be busting up fights any time soon. One, he was a mundane. Two, he had about as much muscle as the french fries he'd eaten for dinner earlier.
The music's noise level had increased dramatically, he'd noticed, after ten. Maybe it was to keep the hype up?--it was really working, if that was the case. People were crashing together, laughing, getting drunk as shit. The lights were flashing at an inhuman rate, and he was pretty sure he'd be going blind at a much earlier age than anticipated, but fuck that--he didn't have to think about the dangers of drinking and dancing at this time of night. He'd been thinking a bit too much lately--about everything. Over-analyzing everything that happened. He needed to let go a bit; let loose and forget about the people he'd left behind in Hamburg. It wasn't like he was super-attached to them, but it wasn't as easy as forgetting your keys--forgetting people, that was. Eh. He was falling back into that sentimental shit again. Unicorns unicorns pony pony rainbow happy-swirl. It was never good to stay in that realm too long.
He grabbed a can of monster out of the fridge and slammed it shut, ignoring the new kid as he jumped a foot in the air and ambling back over to the bar. A few more people approached him, requesting drinks, and he nodded, repeating the orders to the new kid (who had already messed up the other four orders he'd given him within the past fifteen minutes). The minutes ticked by, and he drank his monster, the energy shooting up through him. Maybe he should dance?--no, because then the new kid would be on his ass all night for not doing his job. Shit. It was almost boring. He could drink, but again, the new kid would be on his ass, and then the owners because he didn't stop some fight. So, what was he left with? Actually serve the people at the bar. Or, pretend to, at least.
He dug a cigarette out of his pocket and let it hang from his lips. Two seconds later, he had lit it and shoved the lighter back in the cabinet under the bar. The spirals of smoke twisted and rose to the ceiling as he moved along the black slab of bar; it seemed like everyone to the right had been taken care of, so he shifted his position and headed back to his can of monster. It was then that he spotted the woman who had taken up one of the stools at the bar. He leaned against the back counter, a few feet away from where she was sitting, and watched her lazily for a few moments. The cigarette dangled from his lips loosely in a way that made the new kid want to pluck it right out from his lips, but he stayed to his tasks. Finally, he rolled his icy eyes and plucked the cig from his lips, heading over to the girl. "Can I get something for you?" Ooh, this was going to look good on his record.
Actually working.
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Post by rachel on Aug 24, 2009 22:56:42 GMT -5
Rachel waited, with every second she became more frustrated but didn't let it show. The party was crazy at this point and so far she was bored out of her mind. And thirsty. The boy who had been sitting on his ass doing nothing asked her what she wanted and she thought for a minute. What did she want to drink? Answer: AB negative. That's what she wanted to drink. She wondered idly what blood type he was. Then she looked into his eyes and realized he was a vampire too.
Her eyes widened slightly at her new discovery. The only other vampire she'd known had been her ex back in Toronto. "Uhm, I'll uh have a beer" She stuttered not at all acting like herself.
When the boy came back she had regained a bit of sense and absolutly no dignity. "Could I talk to you, somewhere private?" She asked, she hoped that he didn't think of her as a total freak because he was kind of hott. Definatly attractive and he had that bad boy appeal to him that she loved. Then again the "bad boy's" that she usually go after are much, much mor vulnerable then they know. |
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Post by ezra on Aug 27, 2009 9:20:55 GMT -5
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CALL IN THE CAVALRY.
STUTTERING was usually something he thought to be cute, but it was all wrong on this girl. Her outfit screamed slut, her makeup screamed whore, and her previous demeanor screamed fuck-me-now. Those types of girls didn't stutter. In fact, they usually made fun of the girls who stuttered like that. So, what was wrong with this one? I mean, sure, I'm fucking hot as hell, he thought to himself, raising an eyebrow as he watched the girl, but come on. Give yourself a little credit, here. You're not half bad. Usually, they were also the type of girl who advertised their bodies on billboards, and thought that the world might end if they didn't show up to give people some eye candy. Everything that this girl was doing screamed "wrong", and "don't mess with that shit", but he couldn't help it.
And...she ordered a beer. Further proof that the world of sluts and whores was slowly crashing around him. He shrugged and headed off to the fridge, pulling it open slowly and digging through the bottles until he came to the case of beer in the back, which the new kid had so thoughftully moved. He scowled for a moment, glancing at the tiny boy as he rushed around the bar, and then popped the cap off the bottle and carried it back to the girl at the bar. The vampire slid it across the counter, pleased that it stopped within her reach (well, he had been practicing for a while), and leaned against the bar, folding his arms lazily. She had red hair--which he absolutely loved. Red was his favorite color (obvious from his clothing and hair), and anything related to the color was automatically good in his book. Or, bad, depending on the situation (wink wink nudge nudge).
Somewhere private? Ezra raised an eyebrow, watching her. What was she getting at? Sluts didn't ask like that. They asked more--well, with more persuasion. It was then, as he was staring at her, that he figured out what was wrong about her. Oh, he thought, calmness filling him again. She was a vampire. Big whoop. There were quite a few in the area, and though he didn't talk with them or anything, he at least knew they existed. There were a few who were regulars to Pandemonium, but he saw most of them down the street near one of the hotels. He supposed it was a pack, or something--like he'd know; he'd never been around one for more than a few days. He wasn't really into that whole group-spirit thing, anyway.
"Alright," he muttered, grabbing the can of monster and nodding his head towards the back room. He began heading back, slapping the new kid's back as he passed him. "Steeeee-vie, you can take care of the orders, right?" The kid stuttered in protest, but he ignored him, unlocking the door to the storage room and pushing it open. "Thaaat's what I thought. Keep it up." The trail of smoke curled around him for a moment as he held the door open, watching patiently (for once) as the redheaded girl moved. He hoped she wasn't a complete princess--they didn't have anything in the storage room except for crates of alcohol. She'd have to sit on that--or stand.
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Post by rachel on Sept 28, 2009 16:56:05 GMT -5
Rachel stood and Followed the sexy bartender into the storage room. She wasn't used to this, Her ex never told her about any other vampires she didn't know anything about this sureal world. But she wanted to know more. She checked out the bartender again noticing every detail.
Rachel then decided it was time to speak. "So uh, your a vampire right? Cause I've only ever met one before and he didn't tell me anything about it." She was extremly curious and wanted to know everything. [/size] |
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