Numbing the Pain. (Open)

[raven]

Chad sat at the bar with a shot of whiskey in his hand. Grunts escaped his lips as he shifted around on the bar stool. "Damn horse... Damn woman..." he mummered. A sigh was released before he took lifted the shot and gulped it down. "Well... I guess it was for the best. She was going to leave sooner or later anyway." He lifted the left side of his shirt and looked at the large mass of bandaging over his chest and waist. Story was that he had broken his ribs with a swift kick from a horse. His ex-girlfriend freaked out and complained that he risked his life too much. So she left... The memory replayed over and over till he let out a groan. "Another shot!" he pounded the shot glass on the bar suprisingly not breaking it. "She was crazy anyway. It was a good thing she left..." he told himself his voice calmer but shaky.

((Sorry I had no idea how to start lol.))

[jagger]

Mirrah made a funny sort of grimace, eyeballing the disturbed individual with a mild amusement. "See, you need to stay away from women. We're all evil." She joked, pulling her wallet out of her pocket and tossing her ballcap on the bar as she settled her long frame onto the bar stool; folding her legs to fit beneath the bar. "Barkeep; a Johnny if you will." She grinned cheerfully at the bartender as he poured her Johnnie Walker Black; sipping the scotch with a soft, satisfied smile. Ah, long day, longer night, and yet another long day ahead of her. She had perused the auctions with absolutely nothing to show for it, and that in and of itself was depressing. A Mirrah without a Horse was like a Day without Sunshine. Talk about half-baked. Running a hand through her definite hat-hair, she ruffled the black curls away from her head, a cloud of dust rising off them. She snorted and smoothed it back down, willing the miniature cloud invisible.

Folding her arms in front of her, she rested her chin on her hands, staring down at Chad thoughtfully. "So what's the story? Woman jumped out on you, stole your truck, your dog, your best saddle and the shoes off your horse?" She quipped; green eyes dancing with evident mirth. She meant no harm by it.. even if she was making fun of him just a teensy bit.

[harley]

Outfit (click)
Elouise Geima

Young woman walked into dance hall, patterned halter cocktail dress hung over her body, tighly at the top, and then loosened until it reached just below her knees. Purple pumps clickty-clacked on the hard floor, creme clutch under her right arm, her hair curled on her shoulders, pearl studs in her ears. She sat down at the bar, ordering a dark beer, make-up streaming down her fragile face. She drank it steadily, clutch containing gloss and her wallet set on the counter of the bar.

[raven]

He gulped down his... er... well he lost count of how many he had by now. Chad jerked hearing someone behind him speak. "I think I learned my lesson..." he replied with a slight laugh, pain shot through his side directly afterwards. The bartender filled the glass again, guess he understood Chad's motive now. He took the shot, eventually all the pain would fade away. "Close but not quite." he replied this time he held back a laugh so that he might not hurt himself again. "Now do you really want to know or you just like annoying random people?" he really didn't mean anything by it, it was just a joke.

((Lack of muse... Sorry...))

[jagger]

Mirrah's appreciative giggle bubbled over and out her mouth, swallowing another mouthful of the warm Scotch as she listened to his reply, shrugging her shoulders. Seeing the other patron enter, she grinned, waving at the other girl cheerfully.. gawd love Mirrah, she was stranger to no one. Slipping another bill out of her wallet and waving a finger for another Johnnie, she drained her current glass, narrowing dark eyes to survey him from under half-lids. "Oh I never ask if I don't really want an answer, darlin'; it's just not my style." The drawl rolled off her tongue more readily the more alcohol she had in her; generally it was a rather tightly controlled little mid-western accent. She had been born in Oregon; true -- but her family had traveled so often that she had adopted one helluva mutt accent. "But for the record, yes, I love to annoy strangers too." Another classic Mirrah grin, and she plucked a menu off the bar, paging through the appetizers.

[harley]

Elouise smiled at the two's conversation. "Atleast they're having a good night..." She thought to herself, finishing off the beer and ordering a chocolate shot. She sucked a suger-coated lemon slice, then raised the glass above her head and finished off the small drink, then bit off the lemon, smacking her lips."You outta try this. Tastes just like a slice o' chocolate cake." She smiled, ordering another two, one right after the other, waiting for the other two to join in with the Chocolate Shots.

[raven]

He really wasn't in the mood to tell again but she seemed like the type that wouldn't give in. What was the point in fighting it anyway? "Well... She is a bit sheltered, I'm a risk taker. She hated it and tried to stop me. I refused and tried to break a wild horse. Got my ribs broke, she heard, she complained, she left. End O' story." He took another gulp, placed the glass down, had it filled, and drank another. He finally noticed the other girl, she seemed a little depressed. Atleast he wasn't alone. Looks like the new girl was going to start with her next. 'Poor girl...', he thought to himself. "Chocolate Shots?" he had heard of some strange drinks but that didn't sound too appealing. "Er... I'll pass. Thanks anyway." 'What are you in for?' he wanted to ask the girl but he wasn't going to chance it. He turned back to his shot trying to figure out how many he'd had. His ribs felt like nothing ever happened but he was still hurting. "Going to drink the pain away." he muttered under his breath. He would've beat himself up. He wasn't acting like himself since the incident.

[jagger]

Playing with the brim of her hat, Mirrah eyed the making of these 'Chocolate' shots, intrigued. She was a woman, she enjoyed chocolate. And lemons. And sugar. Oh, what the hell. Flagging a hand, she indicated her need-slash-want for one of the same, fingering the lemon slice handed to her for a second. "Chocolate.. every girl loves chocolate." She raised her glass in toast to Elouise, downing the shot and sucking on the lemon, gnawing on it like a decadent candy. Groaning to herself cheerfully, she tossed the peel in the shot glass and slid it back to the bartender. "You.." She announced, pointing at Chad; ".. need some pain killers of the prescription variety; not alcohol. And I'm sorry to hear of your girl. That's rotten luck. Some chicks just can't handle the risk-taking variety." She leveled her gaze at him with a sympathetic gaze completely void of pity -- Mirrah didn't "do" pity, at all -- and then glanced back at Elouise, noting her disheveled makeup. "And what's in the water around here? You, too? Did the mailman shoot your dog honey? The bastard, I can go shoot him for you." Half-jest, half serious; she truly did want to know the reason behind the woman's tears.

[harley]

Elouise smiled, ordering yet another drink, raising it as a toast and gulping it down."Blind date gone bad. My Dad's a Pastor, and he hooked me up with a total jerk. He was on the phone the whole date, and afterwards said I was too needy, just for asking him to turn his phone off so I could get to know him better. Oh well, guess jerky guys love me." Between sentences, she ordered a bottled water, drinking it slowly. It was nothing like the shot she just had, but it still cooled her throat. She ruffled her hair and dug around her clutch and looked for her Platinum Visa card, pulling it out and handing it to the bartender, followed by her ID, that placed her age at almost twenty-two, her height at five feet, two inches, her hair color at dark brunette, and her eyes at the color brown.

[raven]

He wasn't really paying attention to anything going on around him. He was just lost in his thoughts. That all changed when he was adressed and pointed at. He jerked and sat up staring at the woman. She must have heard him. "But the alcohol is so much fun." he playfully whined to her. He knew he really shouldn't be drinking. He actually wasn't supposed to be moving around with his ribs like that anyways. "Eh don't give me sympathy. I'm glad to have her off my back." he smiled. As he sat there listening to the girls story, his ribs started to hurt again. 'Damn it's fading...' He pushed the glass forward, "Another shot." he didn't drink it just yet but looked over to Elouise. He joined in with Mirrah saying, "Give me a name and address and I can take care of him for ya." He chuckled a little bit before turning back to his shot.

[jagger]

"Belay that! I'll pay for his shot." Sticking her tongue out at Chad, she laughed at the whiney inflection in his tone, turning back to face Elouise with a sad look. "Ohhh, blind dates are just no good to begin with honey. I'm sorry you had such a rotten time. But hey, you're here now." She ordered another round of shots - this time tequila, one for all three of them - and downed her drink, flipping the shot glass over and sliding it back across the bar to the more than amused bartender.

Mirrah dug through her pockets, pulling out a handful of pocket change - which she left on the bar - and unearthed a clean white hanky, sliding it down to Elouise. "Here, honey; take care of your eyes. Looks like you could use it." She smiled, turning back to her place at the bar and picking up a menu to thumb through - she was a little hungry; she could go for some finger foods. "I'm Mirrah, by the way, y'all."

[harley]

Elouise laughed at their jokes."Don't think he's from 'round here. He might've come in from a buisness trip." She laughed, sipping at teh water now and again. She smiled at the offering of a hanky, taking if from the counter and jumping down off of the barstool, her clutch, ID, and visa still on the counter. "Thanks, I'll be right back." With that, she dashed into the bathroom, grabbed a paper towel and wiped under her eyes, and came back out, the hanky mark-free and dry."Thanks for offering it, I learned early on that paper towels work better." She smiled and hopped back up on the stool, debatnig on whether or not to drink the shot infront of her."I don't know, four Chocolate Shots is a lot of booze, and I'm a lightweight..." She shook her head and gulped it down. What's some whiskey gonna do to her? She's just go back to her house and sleep it off. She didn't have a job yet, so what the heck? She walked here, and she could take a cab home...if this town did have cabs. "Nice to meet ya', Mirrah. I'm Elouise."

[raven]

All he could do was laugh when she stuck her tongue out. Once offered a shot of tequila, he quickly took it up trying to keep his ribs as painless as possible. "Thanks for the shot." he replied to Mirrah. When he heard the guy wasn't from around here, he chuckled and sighed, "Well I tried." He shrugged before looking down to the empty shot glass. He looked over to Mirrah before eyeing the bartender. He lifted his glass and the glass was filled again. After drinking the shot he was actually curious about how much he'd had. It was cut off when he heard them introducing themselves. "Chad, nice to meet you ladies."

[rayne]

A tall, muscular blonde walked into the dance hall, his shiny white teeth glimmering as he smiled. It was Ian Gerard who walked in, a single man with a nice house, although not very wealthy. His pale blonde hair was neatly spiked and he fashioned a nice red shirt and jeans. His shoes were nothing special in particular; just plain brown sneakers. For some reason, he had forgot to take off his reading glasses. He wasn't complaining, because he got a compliment from a girl the other day.
The blonde eyed the bar, and walked over. Taking a seat, he ordered which drink he wanted. Out of curiosity, he looked at the people beside him. "Hi, I'm Ian," he introduced to them.

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[jagger]

"Well, so long as you're feeling better." She gave Elouise a friendly wink, scooping up the change she'd left scattered in the bar; slipping off her stool and waltzing to the jukebox. Popping some quarters in, she made her selection decisively, drumming her fingers on the top of the juke as the first few chords of "All Summer Long" rose into the air -- the same chords from Sweet Home Alabama. "It was nineteen-eighty-nine, my thoughts were short, my hair was long; caught somewhere between a boy and man... she was seventeen and she was far from in between... summertime in Northern Michigan." She spun across the bar in a pirouette, assaulting her stool once more as she climbed back up on it. "I'd ask ya to dance cowboy, but I've a feeling your ribs would detest me for it." She smirked slightly at Chad, impishly; glancing toward the open doorway as it clanged shut again.

A cheer rose from Mirrah as she waved down the bar at the new comer, shouting over the music; "Hiiiiii Ian!" in reminiscent "Cheers" style. This was her kinda place, she dug it. Sitting back on her heels, her fingers drummed against the bar top. "Anyone want to share anything to pick at? I'm peckish."