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Post by brett on Sept 18, 2011 17:09:54 GMT -5
As usual, Brett didn't care that he was late. People who knew him understood to never expect him to show up anywhere on time, but this was different. He'd never been on a blind date before, and the girl he was supposed to meet up with obviously didn't know him. She obviously had no idea who he was or what he was like, unless the girl who'd set the two up had mentioned that, but he barely knew her as well. In fact, Brett had really only attempted to get a blind date in hopes to score. He had no idea if it'd be easier or harder to hook up with a girl who was expecting his advances than it was to hook up with a girl at a bar, or a club, or a random house party, but he was more than willing to find out. After all, what did he have to lose? It wasn't like he could really get in too much trouble just by offending a girl, or if worst came to worst, leaving her with the bill for the evening.
Brett certainly had manners in most cases, but he was also extremely self-serving. Regardless of what etiquette dictated, Brett just followed what ever he thought would be best to do in a situation, if that meant leaving if he noticed that the girl was ugly, or if it meant leaving through a bathroom window when the check arrived, Brett wouldn't even hesitate. He'd really decided before coming out that he'd only pay for their meals if he liked the girl. He felt that it was fair. He he didn't, the girl was taking up his time and offering nothing in return. Yes, he was that cocky, and yes, he'd had a few drinks before setting out on tonight's adventure. Timmy's wasn't the place to go and get wasted, and a beer or two wouldn't hurt his thinking too much. Hell, as long as he wasn't shitfaced, the night would go more smoothly with the booze serving as a social lubricant. He wasn't slurring, and he walked straight enough to pass for completely sober. He was just more confident and probably a bit more mentally impaired than usual. It wasn't like that was saying too much, he wasn't all too bright to begin with. Most people didn't even notice the difference.
As Brett reached the door to the restaurant where he was supposed to meet the girl, he flicked a cigarette butt onto the ground. He always found it difficult to walk around outside without a smoke, and this was no exception. He didn't care if it was a nasty habit, or if it'd eventually wind up killing him, that was all a long way down the road. In his mind, smoking was cool, and it felt good. The side-effects were a little worrisome, but he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. Until then, he'd just inhale and enjoy. Strolling into Tim Horton's, he looked around. Brett had to wonder what the girl looked like, or where she'd be, or if she was even here yet. He'd wished they'd planned it better. Something like saying to look for the girl with the rose, or the guy in the suit. Something. He didn't know. It'd surely work out though. It wasn't like anyone would ever stand up Brett Harvey Blaire. He was too good for that kind of treatment. He was becoming a Maple Hollow legend. Okay, maybe he'd actually had a little too much to drink, but as long as he didn't voice his feelings he'd be golden. And Brett never shared how he felt.
Tagged:: Ivayne
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 611
Notes:: This should be an interesting date. xD
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Post by icooper on Sept 20, 2011 17:31:27 GMT -5
 This had been an utterly horrid idea. Complete and absolute nonsense that Ivayne couldn't even believe she had agreed to. Some hyper active female that highly resembled some sort of ferret like creature had convinced her, how exactly was beyond the wind girl. Little Miss Chipper was friends with practically everyone and couldn't take a hint that she wasn't liked by the blonde had been chattering away, about some boy of all things. How she could get them together, and how the two of them would make an 'adorable couple' and they should 'definitely go out some time'. It had gotten so unbearable that Ivy had said yes just to get her to shut the hell up. A decision that had brought relief at the time when the nuisance had left her alone, but now regret as she realized just what this whole ordeal entailed.
To set things straight, blind dates were not Ivy Cooper's cup of tea. Any date at all, really. Social gatherings in general that involved putting forth some sort of effort and manners were not her favorite activities. It didn't help that half the guys at school -- make that three quarters -- didn't even deserve the time of day from her. The only consolation was that perhaps against all odds, Weasel-Girl had actually done something right and set her up with a person who was at least slightly tolerable. Yeah right, like that would happen. She had terrible luck and optimism had never really been her strong suit either.
Shuffling her way reluctantly to the restaurant they had arranged to meet at, Ivy wished she could just turn around and leave. It wasn't politeness that was stopping her, not at all. She couldn't care less if she stood up whatever idiot she was supposed to see that night and avoided the miserable time that was bound to ensue. But it was a certain amount of curiosity that kept her walking through the door and searching the occupants for anyone who looked remotely her age. Now that she thought about it, they really should have planned this a bit better. Whatever, nothing to do about it now. Taking a sweeping glance around the place, no one really stood out as looking for waiting for someone. Ivy let out a sigh and decided to take a seat for a few minutes before she ended up leaving herself.
The minutes dragged by before the noise of the door opening finally brought her out of her thoughts. Ivy looked up to see a boy, about her age, walk in. Dear god. Being one to quickly judge, a hundred and one thoughts entered her mind upon first glance at him -- Brent, was it? No, that didn't seem quite right. Who cared anyways. Names were all formalities. Standing up from her spot and striding towards him, she took a few steps before reaching his side.
"Well, well then... You must be... Brett, is it?" she smirked, her tone obviously sarcastic and less than thrilled. "You've got to be kidding me," she muttered, not bothering to mute her voice any. "Ever hear of a hair cut, kid?"
Yeah. This was going to be interesting.
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words; many
outfit; this little number
tagged; brett!
notes; haha, interesting indeed.
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Post by brett on Sept 23, 2011 15:02:26 GMT -5
The fact that the girl had stayed and waited said a lot about her, but Brett wasn't sure exactly what that was. It could have been that she was desperate, or that she was just curious, or that she recognized his name and realized what a great opportunity it was to get to go on a date with him. Scarcely anyone could say that they'd been on a date with Brett. There were a few people he'd been in relationships with back home, but he was much younger then, and didn't realize how fulfilling random hookups could actually be. Flings were Brett's bread and butter, and probably his favorite of his many vices. Hell, he may have even been a sex addict. Time would really tell on that one. He was pretty much addicted to everything that made him feel good though. Without things like lust, or rage, or gluttony, Brett doubted that he'd have anything to fuel his life. He would have been empty without sin, which was why he felt that God was wrong.
Being the selfish and vain person that he was, Brett looked the girl up and down as she approached him in the least conspicuous way possible. She really wasn't his usual type, but he wasn't complaining. She was fairly attractive. The girl was at least attractive enough for his attention, which was a pretty big compliment in his eyes. Her outfit was hideous, but that could always be taken off - especially if Brett got his way. But time would tell for that one. He wished that Timmies sold alcohol, it would have made this whole date a hell of a lot easier if he were able to get this chick wasted. He'd just have to try and be a good conversationalist instead. That sounded painful. He nodded when the girl asked if he was the one she was waiting for. "Hope you weren't waiting for too long," he offered indifferently. He didn't care if she'd been waiting all day, but it sounded almost apologetic to say, and he wasn't going to give an actual apology.
"And you're Ivy, right? How do you pronounce your full name?" The one who had set them up had said it once, but he didn't pay enough attention at the time. Then he only had text to rely on, and he wasn't great when it came to pronouncing uncommon words, so a name like Ivayne was a huge challenge for him. He was actually half-guessing about the nickname too, but it felt like he was on the right track. He thought he'd heard it used by the water chick that gotten them together. She criticized his hair, and he tilted his head slightly to the left, as if trying to process what was just said. He wasn't used to insults. Well, he was, but not about his looks. At least, not from girls. Usually his looks worked to his advantage. People loved his hair. This girl apparently wasn't attracted to the look that he took so much pride in. If she kept that kind of attitude up, she'd be paying for their meals as he headed back home. "I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that and suggest we head to our table, what do you think?" he suggested in a somewhat embittered manner. This didn't seem like it would end well.
Tagged:: Ivayne
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 563
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Post by icooper on Sept 25, 2011 17:54:41 GMT -5
Ivayne wasn't even exactly sure why she had stuck around waiting for so long, or why she had agreed to a blind date in the first place. God. She was on a blind date. That sounded so pathetic, and it really was. The girl had entertained the idea of blowing it off and getting out of there as quickly and painlessly as possible, but something had kept here there, rooted to her spot instead of getting out of like she knew she should have been doing. Was she simply curious? Or was she desperate on some level? No. She couldn't be. Desperate was not a word used to describe Ivayne Cooper. But then again, she didn't exactly have very many friends and ended up scaring off most people. Maybe it was just some social interaction that she needed. But like always, her blunt nature dominated and she could already tell that this wasn't going to end very well. She was quick to judge, and if the boy had any sense about him at all, his first impression of her couldn't be that great, either. Not the best start to their 'date', if you could even call it that.
"Someone how I doubt that," she replied, faking a smile. "If you really cared about making me wait, then you would have been on time, right?" It honestly wasn't even that big of a deal, but she enjoyed giving people a hard time and Brendon Brent Brett or whatever the hell his name was was no exception to that. All thoughts of manners and politeness kind of walked right out the door at that point. She had never been the best at that kind of stuff and wasn't about to start now. The girl did have to give him props for knowing her name, though, seeing as she barely knew his. The one who had set them up had mentioned it once in her flurry of words, and it had taken a while for Ivy to be able to recall it correctly. "That would be correct. Ivy's fine. If you're really all that curious, it's Ivayne. Like the character trait that would obviously not apply to me," she said sarcastically. Ivy knew how she was. A little vain, hard to get along with, the list could go on and on. But she wasn't about to pretend to be any way else. At least she wasn't afraid to admit it.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night," she muttered under her breath. He could pretend it didn't happen all he wanted, but the blonde would be dishing out a fair amount of insults that night. But Ivy did agree that they should probably go find a seat. "Mine as well get this show on the road. Don't suppose they'll have any shots, will they?" That would certainly make the experience a whole lot easier. People were generally easier to tolerate when she had a bit of alcohol in her system. She wasn't a heavy drinker by any means and not really a partier, but at the few she had went to, a few drinks did ease her up some.
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Post by brett on Sept 29, 2011 19:00:35 GMT -5
Brett liked to set the bar low. If he could manage to give people the impression that he wasn't the kind of guy who cared about your time, they were less inclined to invite him to things like graduations, or like weddings. It also worked wonders for classes, where teachers associated Brett as a burnout and didn't even bother with hearing his excuses anymore. A few more months and he wouldn't be their problem, if he managed to pass, that is. Needless to say, dates were no exception. Hell, he didn't even go on dates most of the time. Brett wasn't into romance. He wasn't the kind of guy who would hold your hand or bring you flowers or anything like that. He was the guy who would call you up if he was bored and maybe buy you a drink if he felt generous. Otherwise, he'd just be in it for the sex. Even eating at a crappy, or halfway decent restaurant was too much. Having meals together gave people the idea that they could get him to settle down, or that he wanted to commit. They couldn't, and he didn't. Brett saw relationships as a way to waste everything you had in life. Why would anyone want something like that? Still, this whole endeavor would give him a chance to meet someone new, regardless of what they thought it would be. And this girl obviously didn't really like him much thus far. Not that he could blame her, but it certainly wouldn't make this whole event easy.
Brett shrugged at the girl's rebuttal to his half-apology. She had a point, and if it were anyone other than Brett, it would probably have been valid. Brett would have been late to his own funeral, just to make sure he kept everything constant. Really, while Brett may have been a wild card, some aspects never changed. He was always late, he never cared, and he always tried to make everything as exciting as possible. Booze was almost a constant at this point, but it wasn't there yet. "I'm never on time. I care, but I guess I just can't be prompt." That was a halfhearted excuse and an outright lie. He didn't care, and he made it a point not to be prompt. Brett's mother used to tell him to never trust someone who always showed up on time. They were always the kind of people that wanted something from you, and they were always smart enough to get it. He usually wasn't more than ten minutes late, and in some South American countries, it was proper to show up to a party and hour or two after its scheduled time. Sure, he didn't live there, but at least he wasn't the only one doing it. Brett smiled "Ivy it is then," he stated with a sincere smile. "What a shame, I think vanity's one of the best traits someone could have," Brett really wasn't sure if the girl was being serious or not, but he was. Vanity meant that someone realized that they were important. They were the center of their universe. It was how smart people behaved in Brett's eyes.
What would help Brett sleep at night? Pills probably. Brett never slept on his own, it was always just passing out. There was too much to do otherwise. He was constantly partying, and when that failed, he'd work out, or play music. Unless he just lost consciousness and ended up hitting the ground or whatever it was that he would be propped up against for the next few hours. It wasn't healthy, but he didn't have to be healthy if he wanted to die young. It was the geezers that had to worry about their medical needs. At Ivy's question of whether or not Timmie's would serve alcohol, Brett cocked his head. "You drink?" he asked, legitimately caught off guard. Everyone drank around here, but you'd think they could have met at a pub or a bar, or a club, but they picked a small restaurant instead? Yeah, he wasn't going to stay here. "Then why are we even here? Let's go to Blackjack or Corrosion. I think we'll probably get along better after we have a few drinks," Brett suggested in a pleased tone. Hopefully the girl wouldn't have some opposition to going to a bar or a club, even if it wasn't planned. Brett was spontaneous and spur of the moment, and he hoped that even if Ivy wasn't, that she'd still at least humor him. He actually wasn't planning any advances when he'd suggested getting some liquor, which was rare for him. He wasn't sure where he stood with the girl, and he wasn't going to hit on someone that couldn't stand him. That was a waste of time and effort.
Tagged:: Ivayne
Outfit:: Click
Count:: 806
Notes:: So ramble-y. Feel free not to match >.<
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