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Post by Keith Lewis on Mar 1, 2007 0:54:17 GMT 7
The wreck room was one of the only places that Keith didn't get asked for ID when he ordered a drink. Thats why he often drove all the way from New Jersey to New York, just to have a drink. Not that he couldn't find a place near Rutherford that would serve him. It was just the whole atmosphere of New York, the whole bar scene here was completely different to that of Greenwood, Indiana, and as far as he knew the same could be said for, Huntley, New Jersey.
A half empty bottle of Bud Light sat on the bar, just inches from his folded arms. He was staring at the bottle as if the two were having a staring contest. Anyone that looked at him would have guessed he was crazy or something, staring at the bottle as if it was going to say something to him but he wasn't actually looking at the bottle. More like through the bottle. He was daydreaming. Daydreaming about what it would be like if he was a Vampire. Sure his thoughts were weird to outsiders but to him they were completely normal. He always thought about Vampires and if they, along with other various Supernatural creatures, existed. If they did what did they really look like. What did they really act like. The stories had to come from somewhere right. They didn't just magically pop into someone's head. Someone would have had to seen something that made them get scared. It couldn't be just a fable. They had to be real. They just had to.
He picked up the bottle, his eyes not moving one bit, still staring straight at where the bottle used to be before it got into his hand. He brought the top up to his lips and lifted the bottle, letting the contents pour into his mouth and down his throat. Bud light had a funky taste to it but he didn't mind it. It was probably better then blood. Probably much better then blood. Keith might have wanted to be a Vampire at times but the thought of drinking someone's blood sounded gross. He shuddered at the thought as he took another drink, finishing the bottle off.
Deciding not to get another drink and save his money, he picked up his jacket from the seat beside him and started to walk for the door. As he reached the door it swung open and collided with his face. "Aargh" Keith yelled as he fell to the ground, his hand clutching his nose, which was the part of his face that was in the most pain. He could feel something going down his hand and from then on who knew where it was headed. He raised his hand to see what was on it and saw a crimson trail going down his palm to his wrist, where it stopped. He looked down at his shirt and noticed a few spots of blood on the collar. "Damn" He exclaimed, more angry that his shirt was stained then that his nose was bleed. "This is my favourite shirt" He mumbled to himself as he grabbed his collar and held it out further so he could see the spots on it better and see if it was easily washable.
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Post by Rebecca Gunther on Mar 1, 2007 20:12:57 GMT 7
Rebecca fastwalked to the Wreck Room. She desperately needed a drink. Anything to get rid of that horrible taste of bad breath. It was bad enough that she was too kind to actually reject an offer to dinner at New York, but to allow the perve to kiss her and grab her ass while he's at it? That was just too much, even for Becca. Luckily for her, the Wreck Room never actually asks for ID which meant she could have as many drinks as she chose to, alcoholic or not.
Reaching the glass door, she pushed it open roughly, just to hear a loud bump from the other side. "Argh," she heard a voice coming from the inside. The voice, to her, seemed to be very familiar, but just to be on the safe she quickly rushed in to see who it had belonged to. Becca noticed the same, brunette head that she's been so used to seeing back at Rutherford and smiled to herself, bemused at the scene unfolding before her eyes. Keithe... angrier at the fact that his favorite shirt had been stained than the fact that his nose was bleeding? That was so like him.
"You know, getting a blood stain out isn't that hard," she said, a smirk plastered on her lips and her arms folded across her chest. Becca then kneeled down towards him and pulled out a napkin, motioning to his nose before handing it over to him. "You probably wouldn't want your shirt to get stained more," she said, now being less playful and more serious. Her tone was soft, but her eyes glared at the crowd around them before turning back to face Keith. "Sorry, about that. I was... in a rush?"
Rebecca furrowed her eyebrows slightly, unsure of what to say. Surely, telling the truth was probably for the best, but there was no way she was going to share details of her date with a perv and his bad breath. Becca stood up now and held out her hand, waiting for Keith to grab it himself so that she could help him up. Not that, it was going to be any easier than getting up himself. Rebecca wasn't that strong, physically.
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Post by Keith Lewis on Mar 2, 2007 21:14:19 GMT 7
Keith looked up at who ruined his favorite shirt and when he saw who it was he wasn't sure if he should laugh or be angry. He wasn't all that shocked that it was her that caused his nose to bleed, not that it had happened before or anything. "Aah so that explains it" He laughed, taking the napkin from her and shoving it up his nose so that no more blood would get on his shirt. "Well since you're the one that caused my shirt to be stained, I think you should wash it.. Its only fair don't you think" He chuckled and winked at her.
"A rush? Hell Becca, i'd hate to see the way you'd react if there was a fire. You'd probably push old ladies out of the way to get out first" He laughed grabbing her hand and using his amazing upper body strength, pulled himself up so that he break her arms. Ok so maybe his upper body strength wasn't amazing, and he didn't do all that great at pulling himself up but atleast he lessened the strain on her, even though she did ruin his favourite shirt.
He brushed the back of his pants with his hands to get any dust he might've picked up on the floor off. "So what are you doing here? In New York I mean?" He asked as he dug his hands into his pockets, always uncomfortable with talking to people in public. He wasn't embarrassed, just uncomfortable. He didn't like that fact that if people wanted to hear, they could. He liked to talk privately, so he knows that the only way people will know what he and who ever else have talked about will be if they told people themselves.
"Wanna get a drink? My shout even though you should be paying since you ruined my shirt" He said with a smirk as he pointed to the drops of blood on his shirt. "See.. if you weren't in such a 'rush'.." He said, doing the quotation marks with his fingers to show that he didn't believe she was in a rush. "Then my shirt would be good and I wouldn't have a tissue stuck up my nose" He laughed as he pushed the tissue in further, not letting any drops of blood even think about falling because they'd be soaked up by the tissue before they even reached fresh air. Not like blood had a mind of its own or anything o.O.
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Post by Rebecca Gunther on Mar 3, 2007 0:00:55 GMT 7
"Well," Becca scrunched up her face all cutesy like at the thought of washing Keith's shirt. See, she could do the dishes, cook a few meals, clean around the house, but oddly enough Rebecca was absolutely washing-machine challenged. She smirked, recalling her last visit to the washing machine store suddenly remembering exactly what it was that happened. "The last time I used a washing machine to wash my clothes, the room ended up overflowing with bubbles. But other than the fact that I had to clean it up myself, it was pretty fun so sure, I wouldn't mind cleaning up that tiny stain for you," Rebecca said, with a smile.
Oddly enough, she hadn't even felt much of his weight on her when she had helped pull Keith back up and furrowed her eyebrows having her momeny of confusion. For a second there, Becca had made a little excited note in her heart thinking that she was finally getting stronger physically but then the thought of Keith using his own upper body strength to pull himself up came to her and the excited feeling vanished, leaving her to feel her usual typical self.
Rebecca faked a hurt and offended look and parted her lips into a small gawk before shaking her head in a fake upset way. "Keith, Keith, Keith. All this time we've known each other, you still don't know me well enough. I so wouldn't push the old ladies out of the way," she made a face at him, playfully before revealing a wide smile to show she was only joking, "The ones with the curvy body, huge boobs, and a voluptuous ass, on the other hand, is a whole different story though!"
With his next comment on her excuse of 'rushing', Rebecca's face expression resembled one of these, (;D) trying to muster up as much innocence as she possibly could. Which for her, wasn't too hard of a task considering just her freckled nose made her look as sweet as a pie. "In New York? Oh... no reason. Well, nothing important at least. I just went out for dinner, you know... with a guy... who just so happened to have really bad, onion breath!" she blurted out, not liking to keep anything from Keith but her own private female matter."Uh, your treat? SURE! I'm in desperate need of anything to clear this taste in my mouth," Becca said, sticking out her tongue and pointing her finger at it.
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Post by Keith Lewis on Mar 7, 2007 20:08:56 GMT 7
Keith chuckled rather quietly but still audible at her story of doing the washing. He wasn't surprised that she would be having fun while things are going wrong. Because as far as he knew, washing machines weren't meant to do that. He never had any first hand experience with them though. "Its better then what i've done with it. I stared at my moms one for a few seconds before deciding to keep my clothes dirty coz there were too many buttons on the damn thing." He said, staring off into the distance as he remembered that day. "How are they supposed to be easy to use when I don't understand anything and all the flashy lights and shit are distracting" He said as he started to walk back to his stool by the bar.
"Ooh right, the hot ones would be the first to go" He laughed a little louder then before, taking a seat. "Well thats fine. You push them, they land in my arms.. then they land in my bed" He laughed as the bartender brought him a beer, Keith was here fairly often so he didn't even need to order. When the workers saw him and there wasn't a beer in front of him they automatically brought him one, knowing it would be what he wants. He brought the bottle to his lips with a smirk on his face. He never usually talked about what he would do with females but with Becca he just felt comfortable enough to do so. Even though he was still hugely uncomfortable with talking about that stuff.
"So anyways" He said quickly trying to change the subject. "I take it the date didn't go all that well" He said taking a drink of his beer before realising that he never told the bartender that he was paying for her drink. "Oh get her whatever she wants. Put it on my tab". Yes Keith had a tab at the Wreck Room. He was there that often that the workers trusted him enough to give him drinks, and let him pay them later. Way later. His tab was up to about $150 since the last time he payed it. But he was going to pay it soon, and they knew that which was why they kept serving him.
"I haven't seen you lately at school. What you been up to these days?" He asked, unsure if that was the proper way to make conversation. He would prefer them to be talking in his Buick but being there wasn't too bad. He might have been a little paranoid thinking that people would be eaves dropping but after another beer or two the paranoia should be gone. That was the great thing about beer. It helped you open up in public. Well it helped him open up in public.
[sorry for the late reply.. im finally getting muse xD]
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Post by Rebecca Gunther on Mar 13, 2007 0:04:43 GMT 7
At first, Rebecca playfully gawked at his statement, before feeling the slight jealousy start churning up inside of her. Of course, this wasn't the first time it happened and she knew he was most likely just being playful with her, so instead of spazzing out like she probably would've with any other guy, Becca took no note of it and chose to completely ignore it. "Oh, well in that case Mr. Lewis, I think I would much rather push the old, old ladies. First they land in your arms, then on your bed... and then what?" she said, throwing her head back in a sincere laugh as she lightly pushed his chest backward softly.
Rebecca turned to face the bartender and smiled at him, sweetly before nodding her head towards Keith's bottle of beer. "I'll have what he's having," she said before turning back to face Keith yet again. "The date? Well, Keith. Unless you enjoy being kissed by someone with really bad breath, I'd say the date went horribly." Becca stuck out her tongue and pointed at it, just slightly exaggerating as she did so. "No, really. It was that bad and he was that bad of a kisser too! I just feel awful because he wants to 'go out again sometime' and I don't. "
Reaching out for the bottle of Heineken beer that had just arrived on the table, she picked it up and took a sip out of it, feeling the fiery taste of beer down her throat. It was definitely a taste she missed, as most of the other bars wouldn't allow giving anything alcoholic to her. "Oh, nothing really. I've pretty much just been cooped up in the new apartment I'm renting out at Hunstley, oh and don't forget the parties and night clubs they have here, which reminds me. What do you think of going to the new Adults Only Party they're throwing at Adventure World?"
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