Jamie Wells
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Post by Jamie Wells on Apr 22, 2007 3:58:25 GMT 7
Jamie had wanted a night out for a while now, and through the day she had sold enough of her artwork to splurge for one night. Living in New York had completely swapped her lifestyle around and she wasn’t all too crazy about it. She missed her friends, she missed her shitty old apartment, but she knew this was something she had to do for herself. She had to know she could make it without them, and she was still surviving so she gave herself that much credit.
She walked down the street; her black coat wrapped over her arm casually to reveal her pink corset and faded blue jeans, half covered by her black leather stiletto boots. This was a casual day in the life of Jamie Wells- made up like a Seattle rocker doll. Her bright hair was thrown up in a shabby pony tail; a red bandana holding back some of the loose strands that had been falling into her face. Her shoes clicked down the road confidently as she made her way down to a bar she had seen a few weeks ago. She made her way to the front door and let herself in, noting immediately that there was a distinct lack of females in the room. She smirked to herself.
Perfect.
She walked in just as confidently as she had walked down the street, making her way over to the bar and plopping herself down on a stool, chucking her coat on the stool beside her. “Bottle of Tusker please my dear.” She ordered the best and only the best for tonight. Tomorrow she would go back to the cheap beer and cigarettes. The bartender looked her up and down, nodded and set a cold bottle on the bar. “There you go sweetheart.” He said, uncapping it for her and sliding it over. “Thanks doll.” She said, winking and turning around on the bar stool. She crossed one leg over the other and surveyed the room, watching as a few guys played pool over in the corner of the room. She had known a guy in Seattle who owned a pool hall and he had taught her how to hold her own on a pool table. Though she was far better dancing on them then actually playing.
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Post by Trevor Briggs on Apr 23, 2007 7:09:10 GMT 7
“C’mon, man, one more game.”
“Sorry, fellas. As much as I’d like to continue taking all your money, I need to head out and get something to eat. I’m starving,” Trevor replied rubbing his belly. He then placed his pool cue in the stick holder by the wall and proceeded to collect the pile of hundred-dollar bills stacked loosely on the pool table’s raised edge. He arranged them neatly and added them to his already thick wad of cash before placing it back into his front pocket. “Don’t worry though, I’ll give you chumps another chance to lose your money to me some other time,” he added with a cocky smile as he turned and walked away.
Trevor wasn’t really starving - though he was starting to get a little hungry and he did plan on grabbing something to eat on the way home, so it wasn’t a total lie. He figured he had made enough money for one night. No need to get greedy. Trevor made his way over to the bar for one last drink before heading out. Once he got the bartender’s attention, he ordered a Budweiser. It was only then that he noticed the female sitting next to him. Not only was she a female, but she was a cute female too. Trevor decided he might have to stay for just a bit longer. Lou’s Tavern wasn’t exactly a magnet for the females. It was more of a place where guys could go hang out, have a beer, listen to some classic rock and maybe shoot some pool.
In no time at all, the bartender placed an ice-cold bottle of Bud in front of Trevor, who took a moment to check out the girl’s rebel chic attire. She wore a racy pink corset and faded jeans which did well to showcase her sexy figure. Trevor, himself, was garbed in a tri-striped Etro long sleeve - untucked, a pair of stressed D-Squared jeans and on his feet he wore a pair of black leather Caponi’s. “Cool boots…” Trevor said to the girl thoughtfully. He then continued, “So, what are you, like four feet tall without those on?” He was joking of course, but Trevor didn’t flirt like other guys as this enchanting pixie would soon find out.
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Jamie Wells
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Post by Jamie Wells on Apr 24, 2007 2:33:59 GMT 7
Jamie’s gaze didn’t stick to one spot, but she couldn’t help but let it flicker most often on a young man in the corner of the room who just never seemed to loose. The rest of his pool-playing amigos didn’t look too happy and she almost laughed as the taunted him for a chance to win their money back, but he wasn’t game for it. So that’s how people made and lost their cash around here- pool. She’d have to keep that in mind. Before he turned to come to the bar, she fixed her gaze on a pool table surrounded by bikers whose game didn’t seem quite as civil as the one she had just been watching. She took another sip from her beer mug and set it down beside her, tapping her foot along to the beat of the music playing from the old juke box. There was nothing better than a trashy bar and Guns and Roses to go along with it.
She was well aware that she was the only woman in the bar right now, but she was still surprised when one of the many men spoke to her, especially when it was the one with the skills and riches. Though his comment wasn’t exactly flattering, she knew it was meant with jest and a small smirk formed across her lips anyway. “Actually 4 foot five.” She replied saucily, taking another sip from her cup and setting it down where it had been before. In reality, she stood at a good 5’6”, but she’d have fun with it.
She leant her elbows back on the bar again, her head turned to him as she examined him over again. He was well-put together, but he had a scruffy look to him that she had to admit she liked. Most of the guys she normally went for had more than one facial piercing and wouldn’t be caught dead in store-stressed jeans, but he seemed cool enough for her to stick around for a little bit. Maybe this was a New York bad boy? You could never tell around here. She caught a glimpse of what he was drinking and crinkled her nose. “Eugh. Budweiser?” She asked, shaking her head. “Where has all the class in this world gone?” She was teasing of course…she was going to give him a run if this was his version of flirting.
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Post by Trevor Briggs on Apr 25, 2007 5:52:20 GMT 7
“Four-foot-five, huh?” he said with a skeptical look. While he pretended not to believe her about being more than four feet tall, Trevor was actually smiling with delight on the inside at her playing along with his little jape. “Well those boots look good on you, I guess… since you’re a midget and all. I can see how they would make normal sized girls look freakishly tall, though.” Trevor was joking around again, of course. He knew that the average height for females was around five-foot-four and she definitely appeared as though she was taller than that even without her stiletto boots. One would think that being “nice” to girls, especially good-looking girls like the bright haired cutie sitting next to him would be the way. But being “nice” was boring and Trevor wasn’t in the business of being boring. He’d rather leave boring to the experts who were good at it.
Make no mistake, Trevor Briggs was no gentleman. Sure, he could be chivalrous when he wanted to be - opening doors for women, carrying their packages, pulling out their chairs, and when on a date, he made sure to walk with himself between the girl and the street. But being a gentleman just for the sake of trying to impress a female was for the birds as far as the brash young rugby phenom was concerned. Show Trevor a so-called “gentleman” and he’d show you a pretentious ass-kissing douche-bag who was full of shit. For some other guys, it was probably easier to act like a little girlie boy - saying the things and behaving the way they thought a woman would want him to say or behave. These other guys would rather put aside their own self-respect and happily let a woman control their thoughts and actions in the hopes that doing so would win her approval. Trevor wasn’t like other guys.
“Eugh. Budweiser?” she asked, shaking her head referring to Trevor’s choice of beer. “Where has all the class in this world gone?”
Trevor let out a small chortle assuming she was teasing him back. There weren’t too many girls that understood his cocky humor, much less had the ability to roll with Trevor’s unique way of flirting with girls. The six-two Rutherford Junior was definitely going to have to keep an eye on this one. Trevor gave her a bulletproof smile then in one trip to the lip, downed the rest of his Budweiser. After slamming the empty bottle on the bar, he let turned his head to the side and let out an obnoxiously loud burp that lasted a good three seconds. He then motioned to the bartender with the empty bottle indicating he wanted another beer. Turning back to the girl, Trevor shrugged, saying, “Yeah, tell me about it.” His eyes wandered around the bar as if searching for an answer and fell upon one of the biker dudes playing pool. He was about six-foot-six, bald and looked like he weighed well over three-hundred pounds. His face was as gnarly as his beard was shaggy. “There you go,” he said to the girl as he pointed to the monster of a man. “He looks classy. In fact, I think you two would make a really cute couple,” Trevor teased.
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Jamie Wells
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Post by Jamie Wells on Apr 25, 2007 9:25:32 GMT 7
She listened to him as he spoke on about her boots and she looked down at them again, laughing as he mentioned how they could make a normally tall girl look freakishly so. “Hm, well I guess it’s a good thing that I’m just a regular freak then eh?” She replied, her eyebrow raising in a very seductive manor as she took another gulp from her mug. She watched as he downed his expertly, She appreciated that he wasn’t trying to butter her up, get her in bed right away. He didn’t try the smooth, debonair approach for the ‘fuck and fly’ move- he seemed like one that wouldn’t hold back if he wanted something.
She had never been one for chivalry. Some said it came with class- but she was far from classy. Some said it came with honor- she didn’t give a shit about honor. It didn’t help that most of the guys that went for her were pretty sleazy, but that never stopped the few that would try to woo her into a false sense of ‘I love you’ with the flowers and the jewels. It didn’t take the boy long to realize she’d pawn all that shit for smokes and paint. She didn’t think this one was a mean guy, but he would certainly be a pain in the ass. But hey, so could she. It was her favorite pass-time.
The belch he let out soon after made her laugh. A few of the happiest memories she had were with her friends in their basements passing the bong a belching so loud it shook the windows. Well, it never actually shook the windows, but it was just as funny. She shook her head at him, a devilish smirk plastered across her face as she polished off hers as he ordered himself a new one. She acted disinterested as the bar tender offered her another- she only had so much cash and as much as she’d hoped to let loose tonight, the girl still needed to eat. But she looked at this boys cold beer as he ordered it and forgot about all that. Fuck it. “Just the bottle this time doll.” She said, tilting her head back at the bartender and smiling angelically. It was amazing what that smile could get her when she really wanted it.
Her attention turned back to the boy as he motioned over to biker man, looking him up and down as the boy suggested him for her. Oh, oh this could be very fun. “Yeah, I thought that too.” She sighed, taking the bottle the bartender gave her and keeping it in her grasp, dangling lazy over the edge of the bar. She took a sip and shook her head, disappointed. “Things were going great ‘til he took his pants off. His penis was FAR too small.” She said casually, taking another sip and looking at the boy sitting beside her. “I was actually quite surprised. He was such a sweet man.” She continued with a dead straight face. She had never met the man in her life, but this one was clever- he’d get that much. Just after her last little comment, said biker seemed to get incredibly angry and just seconds after that he had broken a pool stick over another guys head. Go figure.
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Post by Trevor Briggs on Apr 26, 2007 4:10:16 GMT 7
Not every girl responded to Trevor’s original brand of cocky humor in a positive way, which was a good thing. The fact that some people didn’t find him funny was their problem, not his. Not everyone was smart enough or had their shit together enough to know how to roll with his fiendish wit, which, as mentioned, was a GOOD thing. It was a good thing in that it quickly told him who the fun ones were and who the wet blankets were. In other words, some girls got offended and turned off to his approach. Great! If you were a stuffy, too good for everyone, can’t have any fun person, Trevor didn’t need you OR your attitude. It helped him quickly find out who the fun ones were while at the same time staying true to his personality and not having to act fake. The sooner he weeded out the stuffy, can’t have any fun kind of people from the contenders, the better.
Trevor took a long swig of his fresh, ice-cold beer and again smiled inwardly as the girl continued to play along with his tomfoolery. “Woah, woah, woah… heyyyy,” Trevor said to the girl. “If you’re looking for relationship therapy, I charge $400 an hour - not including tip and there’s a two hour minimum, plus it will have to be later because I’m enjoying my beer right now.” Even though he kept a straight face, it was obvious he was joking. Call it extreme self-confidence, call it being a jackass, call it whatever the hell you wanted, but what it all came down to, was Trevor Briggs being comfortable in his own skin. His was no act. As anyone who knew Trevor would tell you, he was no counterfeit when it came to being cocky and funny - whether it was flirting with a girl, busting on a good friend or laughing at the expense of those he hardly knew. His humor didn’t discriminate. Trevor was never one for formalities and had no use for horseshit political correctness. He did what he did, said what he said and sought no one’s approval. People could say what they wanted to about his antics and uncouth behavior for all he cared, but when it came to flirting with hot girls, Trevor could never be accused of being boring - boorish, yes - but never boring or predictable.
After taking another long drink from his bottle, Trevor felt a rumbling in his stomach. Even though he was having too much fun flirting with this cutie of a girl, his body was telling him that he wanted food. “Well, I’d like to stay and let you keep working on trying to pick me up, Pinky, but I’m really hungry so I’m gonna go get something to eat,” Trevor said as he took one last drink of his beer. Just as he got up to leave, he turned to the girl and said, “Hey, you should join me… unless you’re scared, of course.” He then added, “I can understand if you’d be afraid of hanging out with such an intelligent charismatic rock-star like myself, because you know you’d fall so hopelessly in love with me that you couldn’t take the eventual rejection when it comes, causing you to fall into habitual drinking and eventually kill yourself… but really, it’s okay. I’ll treat you like a jerk and you’ll hate me, thus you won’t want to kill yourself, but me instead and life will go on.”
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Jamie Wells
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Post by Jamie Wells on Apr 26, 2007 5:35:24 GMT 7
Jamie took another swig from her bottle as he rambled on about therapy and almost laughed out loud. However, she maintained her composure and turned his way, her eyebrow arched seductively again as she tapped her foot along to the music. “Oh honey, not all the money in the world could afford the therapy I need.” She replied nonchalantly. But fuck if it wasn’t true… Of course, never in her life would anyone ever actually talk to a psychiatrist. They had tried when she was fourteen but she made the old man cry- she had the reputation of heinous bitch ever since. Bah, she did what she could.
That was another thing about her- she was far from a sob story. She didn’t tell anyone about her past until they really knew her- until she knew she could trust them. So far, only one person had ever heard absolutely everything was back in Seattle, waiting for her. What he didn’t know was that he’d be waiting for a very long time- you couldn’t pay her enough to go back there now. Call it running away from her past, but in her eyes she was just running head first into the future. She didn’t really give a fuck either way to be quite honest. If he asked, she’d lie, it was as simple as that. She wasn’t one to sit at a bar weeping and spilling her entire life story to some stranger. No, she would not be a pity party. Especially for him- this one she wanted to keep entertaining.
She looked down at her now three-quarters empty beer bottle and then back up to him as he jumped off his bar stool, almost nodding her approval as he excused himself. But as he turned, she looked back up to him with her sparkling, bright blue eyes and listened as he babbled on about her falling in love with him. This time she did let out a little laugh, finishing off her beer and slamming the bottle down on the bar beside his, grabbing her coat off of the stool opposite her. She jumped down off the stool and stood at almost 6 feet tall because of the boots that had so amazingly captured his attention and looked up the rest of the way to him, her smirk spreading and her defined eyebrow arching just the slightest bit more, raising up just that little bit on her tip toes to whisper in his ear “Sugar, you couldn’t scare me if you tried- and I know charismatic rock-stars intelligent enough to talk circles around you and knock you flat on your impeccably toned ass.” She wagged her eyebrow at him and walked ahead, leading him out of the restaurant. “Oh, and I won’t be offended if you stare at my ass on the way out.” She threw back, her gaze focused forwards- he wouldn't be the first and he sure as hell wouldn't be the last. She knew she looked damn good, and she was going to use it to her advantage.
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Post by Trevor Briggs on Apr 26, 2007 9:04:45 GMT 7
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