Give Me Something Good (Audrey/open)

[harley]

DANTE HUTTEN

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Pulling up to the bar with not-so-good intentions, Dante parked his SUV he drove to work earlier that day, taking up almost two places in the already small enough lot. Badge and handgun on-hand, M1911 handgun hidden in an ankle holster, badge tucked under his belt. He wasn't on duty, he carried these things even when not on the job. Self defense, just in case. Walking through the doors of the hall, Dante walked straight to the bar, speaking to any bar tender on duty.

"Give me the strongest thing you have." He said as he skimmied over a bar stool and sat down on it, leaning on the counter in front of him. Brown eyes searched the large room for any other drinkers, or possible dancers on the floor. Dirty blond hair was traced by long, slender fingers. Tattoo was hidden under his shirt, a simple prase in black block letters, "Wonder; a garden among the flames." It was the one quote he lived by, usually using it as a closing to letters written to his beloved family.

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"Can we get a couple more beers down 'ere," an older man called further down the bar to Audrey as she finished pouring the drink and handed it to the woman waiting for it. She forced a bright smile, nodding to the man as she grabbed the beers and opened them before handing them over. "Here you go," she replied, wondering how falsely cheerful her voice sounded. She had to admit, the country dance music was starting to get to her. There usually was a wide variety of music played there but it seemed some people had specifically requested these songs and they had been playing for about half an hour or so now.

She turned back around away from the men, glancing back up the bar to see if anyone was going to wave her down for another drink. It was only her third night on the job and she couldn't help but feel stressed out. It was a busy night and only seemed to be getting busier. Her gaze was drawn to a young man who entered, reading the words 'Invisible Children' on his black shirt. Give me the strongest thing you have. He said as he drew up a bar stool. She nodded with a slightly sympathetic smile. She met many of his type who came into the bar, demanding for the strongest drink.

"Bad day?" she asked as she prepared the drink, glancing up briefly as a popular country song started and a few already drunk dancers took up the dance floor by attempting to line dance. She handed the drink to him, her eyes scanning the bar and the rest of the Hall for anyone else that needed a drink but for the moment it seemed there wasn't.

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Watching the drunken wannabes take up the floor, he could hardly contain himself. Being both a heavyweight and able to control his sanity while drinking, you could almost never see him doing anything of that sort, unless that was his purpose for being at that place. "Naw, not a bad day, just the regular." He said with a smirk, nodding a thanks before tipping the glass to his lips and pulling the trigger. He pulled the glass and took a heaby breath.

"Damn, this sh*t is good." He mumbled to himself, taking another drag before slamming the drink down on the counter. There was still half the glass left, three of these and someone should take away his keys. He'd only have one and run home to open up a bottle of rum to sip on for the night. "The name's Dante." He said, not looking up from rimming the top of the glass with a slender index finger, dried black ink from where the department had done fingerprints for a background check. 'Course it was clean, as this young man was.

"'Scuse me a sec." He said as he hopped off the stool and walked casually over to the old-time jukebox, where he put in a quarter and chose two songs. They were none of this country stuff the drunks were dancing too, but good, oldies, which included a song from both Whitesnake and Kiss. Walking back to the bar, he grabbed the handle to the large class of unknown toxics, he took another gulp or two as he sat down, showing some class and multi-tasking, as well as grace that came with the cop school.

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Audrey smiled slightly at his response; she knew the feeling. "Yeah, I know how you feel," Audrey said vaguely, her gaze landing on a couple of young men who came in and were briefly distracted by greeting some friends. She glanced back to the man who introduced himself as Dante, although his attention was on his drink. She was about to reply when the younger men started waving her down for some beer. She glanced at them, wondering vaguely if she should ask for ID as they looked quite a few years younger but as she hesitated another bartender grabbed some beer for them and handed it over. Flushing slightly, she turned back to Dante finding the music had been changed.

"Thanks," she said, unable to keep the relief out of her voice. "I was getting kind of tired of the country songs." Although generally the music choices weren't usually her type of music, she wasn't the one to choose the music. The music choices didn't usually bother her too bad when the Hall got busy; she tended to drown out the music when she concentrated on working but it had been a bit slower that night and she did notice when the same song was playing over again a few times in a span of twenty minutes. "I'm Audrey," she added. A lot of the locals seemed to be familiar with the bartenders already working there, but she hasn't worked there enough to know anyone. She turned away briefly as someone came up for another drink, sweaty from the dance floor. She prepared the drink, a little slower than usual as she wanted to make sure she wasn't messing up. She was still new on the job and didn't want to mess it up too bad that she lost it.

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[harley]

"One's luck can change..."

"...as fast as the wind blows in a hurricane..."

"...so stay close to me baby..."

"...and we'll catch the wind under our wings..."

"...and we'll soar like eagles in the summer skies."

Choosing to take another drink when he was finished with the one he was currently a'sippin'. Raising the glass mug to his lips, he took a mighty gulp, finishing off the remainder of the drink with a deep intake of breath after finishing. He put the mug down, looking at the tender with brown eyes of steel.

"I'll take a dark beer now, sweets." He said with a smirk, taking note of her name. Scanning the room, the first notes of the Kiss song he chose blasting through the speakers, the drunken dancers not knowing how to dance to it. He laughed as he looked over his shoulder at the sweaty persons on the floor, standing flabergasted. He almost forgot the badge hidden under his belt, and the concealed weapon in a ankle holster.

OOC://sorry it's so short, low on muse for Mr.Dante here...sadly\\