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Post by liesel on Oct 16, 2011 12:13:22 GMT -5
 
A chorus of simultaneous jeers and cheers, as well as hearty drunken laughter erupted as the young man sitting across the booth from Liesel placed his arm on the table and slumped his head onto it, tiny beads of sweat erupting across his pale forehead that his sandy hair had now begun to stick to. The little dark haired girl brought the empty shot glass away from her lips and slammed it onto the table to the continuing shouts and laughter as she grinned and raised her fist into the air in victory. She laughed a little as she pushed all of her empty whiskey shots to the side and rose steadily to her feet.
As she got up and smoothed out her short black skirt, the boy groaned and pushed himself back up into a sitting position and looked blearily up at her. She giggled a little as she stepped over to him and reached into his back pocket and pulled out a brown leather wallet. Upon opening it, she pulled out the ten that he now owed her and stuck it into the black purse slung over her shoulder before replacing it in his pocket and giving him a pat on the back. The surrounding onlookers, mostly friends of the young man, slowly dispersed as she made her way from the table, the heels of her boots clicking quietly on the floor as she moved away.
Liesel wasn't exactly a bar fly, but she did love her alcohol. She tended to just drink at home, but now that she was of age, she was starting to frequent this place a little more often. She had been drinking for long enough, and it was in her genetics as a Southern girl, that she could hold her liquor. Drugs weren't really her thing, though she had tried several of them on various occasions, but alcohol was her one true weakness. She pushed her dark hair, which she had simply let hang in long waves tonight, out of her face as she moved across the room.
She was actually having a good time tonight, suprisingly. It had been awhile since she'd been in a good mood. It was probably just because of the whiskey that was now permeating her blood system. But surprisingly, she had not gotten angry at all tonight. Well, so far. It was only about 10:30. She made her way to the glowing and inviting-looking juke box and fished in her purse for a dollar before starting to scroll through the music selection to find what she wanted. |
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Post by JOSHUA DONOVAN DALE on Oct 18, 2011 4:53:28 GMT -5
He was getting better with his drinking. As he no longer had reasons to absolutely drown his sorrows in alcohol--at least, not reasons he thought about--it was much easier to avoid it. He had never been an alcoholic and this had helped when it came to cutting back on his intake. Sometimes, however, he found himself driving past the bar and couldn't resist a shot or two or whiskey to take the edge off his day. Whiskey had been his pick of poison since he'd stolen some out of his Dad's liquor cabinet when he was young. He had gotten dragged into the shifty life of petty crime young and even though he was out that neck of the woods now, some habits still stuck. Unfortunately, his father bought only the best, so it was hard to find something quite as good at a cheap bar such as Corrosion.
Josh would have preferred Blackjack and had almost went in there with the intentions of hanging out and taking a couple shots in company but a glimpse of his father had changed his mind immediately. He could not share the vicinity with that man and only hoped that Nell wasn't working this night. Ditching the high class feel and welcoming interior he found himself back at Corrosion, the seedy bar smelling of cheap alcohol and sweat. It was a little disconcerting being back here--the last time he'd went was several months ago and the cramped feeling of the place had caught him off guard. He handled it smoothly enough, approaching and rapping his knuckles against the counter to grab the attention of a nearby bartender. This earned him a glare that was quickly remedied with the cash he was carrying. "I'll take a bottle of the best whiskey you've carrying," he said. "In shots," he added, knowing that the bars served by-the-glass rather than anything else. He'd have someone seal it and take the rest home, seeing as he was not going to get drunk.
"Got any ID?" He knew that some minors managed to sneak into Corrosion because they forgot to ask, but it seemed Joshua wouldn't be so lucky if he'd been underage. Seeing as he was of legal drinking age, however, he merely smirked and pulled out his wallet. "Just a moment," he said, rifling through the several pieces of ID and tossing his health card and drivers licence onto the bar. Both had pictures and thus there was no doubt that they belonged to him. The bartender nodded and he stowed them back in his wallet as the man ambled off and eventually brought back the requested drink.
He took a look at the brand, frowning as he tried to place quality to the label. Shrugging, he decided that it looked as if it would taste alright and took a shot of it to start with. The familiar burn of alcohol down his throat was welcomed but it would take a lot more than a shot or two to put Joshua down. He was impressive with the holding of his liquor and was very much sober at the moment. He was sitting down, alone and not minding this, near the jukebox when a girl approached it with a dollar coin. Snorting a bit, he said, "I didn't think people actually used these things any more." He tapped his hand against the side of the box to indicate what he was referring to, just in case she didn't realise. Some people were odd when they got drunk and he didn't know how much she'd had. He didn't plan on getting drunk tonight, but watching the antics of other drunkards was always fun.
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