Timber! (Open)

[Asher Mew]

Asher was careful to step around the people on the floor making out. “Could someone…?” she trailed off, pointing down to the couple. The bar was full and pulsating with sound and dim lighting. That made it hard to see where she was going, but she had a general idea of where everything was, just not everyone. She was pushed right into a wall, catching herself with her hands, legs starting to slide out from underneath her. Why do I have to be so clumsy? she helplessly thought as she pushed her way to the bar. Finally, she found a bar stool that wasn’t holding someone’s purse or jacket or being reserved for someone else. “Drink please!” she yelled to the bartender.


What a day! Her job wasn’t going well and she was afraid that she might have to find a new one soon. People were giving her strange looks about the way her hair was styled and it was the third warning from her boss. Nayeli pushed her to do her homework that night. She hadn’t even gotten started on the second chapter for her novel and things were just out of control. Asher shook her head dismally as she took a sip of the not strong enough beer. The bar was too crowded and the bar tenders were too overwhelmed to get her a drink she liked without her feeling guilty about it. She paid for her drink by leaving five dollars on the counter and turning around to stare into the dancing crowd. It was unusually to have a dancing crowd in the bar, but this was the first time she had been to a bar. Maybe this was a club, a very dim lit club.


Asher turned towards a cute man on her left and said hi. He too was turned off by the way she had her hair up and turned around to talk to a normal looking blonde on his other side. Downing the rest of her beer, she stepped out into the crowd, hoping to lose herself in the music and dancing bodies. What she didn’t expect was to trip and fall. She fell at the feet of someone, knocking them down as well. “I’m so sorry!” she said, struggling to her feet in heels.

[Dakota Hyde]

Dakota walked into the bar, which looked more like a club on the inside. That was interesting, making it looks like a bar on the outside, yet on the inside it look like a club. He wasn’t really in the mood for a club, he had just got done having to listen to his parents argue about another company matter. It was the third argument they had this week. It was starting to drive him made, and was getting a bit frustrating for him because he always had to be the middle man, and most times had to come up with a compromising solution to the problem or pick a side.

What he really only wanted to do was get a bit drunk then go home and pass out. Today was not his day it seemed. That or fate was starting to take over for a bit in his life. The place was packed; did people not know how to get completely wasted at home? Didn’t seem like it, it made him hope that these people came in taxes, and if they hadn’t he would be sorry for the other people on the roads. He had yet to do his school assignments, just because he needed a break from any kind of work. Though, the strobe lights and the louder than normal bar music was not the break he wanted.

Shrugged he made his way slowly over to the bar; the slow part was starting to frustrate him. All he wanted was a few beers, maybe a shot of vodka then wanted to go home. What was wrong with that? Once he got to the bar he order his shot, and a beer, downed the shot, and then started to drink the beer. Thankfully he had the better luck of getting something he actually liked. He looked around the crowded bar, or club, or something in between. He raised an eyebrow at a interesting sight, he didn’t think he ever saw the blonde girl before. Her outfit was quite strange, she was actually quite strange, but he liked strange. He placed his money for the drinks on the counter and then made his way over to the dance floor. What he hadn’t expected was for the blonde to trip over him, and dragged him with her. “shit” he mumbled, it was something that came out as a habit. He looked at the girl that he had spotted earlier and couldn’t help but smirk. Now his karma was starting to kick in. “It’s okay!” He leaned into her enough for her to hear him over the music and people.

He got up to his knees, holding out his hands to help her up. “Here let me help you.” He never worn heels, and he didn’t have plans to.. But they looked like a pain to try to stand on after falling over. “Are you okay?”

[Asher Mew]

Asher grabbed the man’s hands and allowed him to help her up. People moved out of their way hoping not to get dragged down with the two that fell. She hated how loud and rude people were in bars, she constantly wondered why she went to them. Why she felt like it was almost required that sometimes she had to get out of her sister’s house and go down a beer or four, when she definitely not in any kind of condition to drive and her sister stares at her stumbling into the house with her heels in her hands and her hair falling in front of her face. Her sister will only shake her head and tuck her into bed, warning her that she’ll have quite the headache in the morning. Ash looked down at her four inch heels and looked up at the man that helped her onto her feet.

He was cute in a strange way. His dark hair fell into his face and she could see the strange way he had it cut and was that a tattoo on the back of his hand? It was dark and she couldn’t even see what color his eyes were. That was something she absolutely loved. The color of the guy’s eyes. It was important to her, the eyes were the window to the soul and that’s where she mostly looked, unless he was super cute, then it was all over and somewhere around the room because she didn’t want him to catch her looking. “I am so sorry about falling over you!” she said, leaning into him to be heard over the bass and talking. Asher grabbed his wrist in an abrupt fashion and pulled him out the front door. Cold air immediately met her and she shivered, her blue eyes searching her body for the jacket she thought she had brought. Did she leave it in the cab? Or on the bottom of the barstool she had sat on? Shaking her head, she turned her head to him, seeing him for the first time in actual light.
“My name is Asher Mew, and I am clumsy as hell!” A smile graced her lips, her spirits lifting after the slightly bad day. “What is yours?”

[Dakota Hyde]

He really should have been angrier about this situation, but considering that he was in a clubish place, this was bound to happen. Not to mention it was a girl, and she was still pretty cute, and it was the girl he had been watching, so how was this a bad thing that had happened? He wasn’t sure, she wasn’t hurt, everything was fine. He was also a little tipsy, very little, and he usually didn’t get angry when he was. For some reason alcohol relaxed him, that and smoking.


Dakota’s eyes widened as the girl in front of him grabbed his wrist and dragged him outside. Woah, was this girl ever blunt. Did this girl want to get laid in an ally or something? The girl looked strange but he didn’t think she would have actually been this strange.. He raised an eyebrow at the girl as they got outside and she apologized once more. “It’s okay! First time a girl has ever fallen over me. But it’s a good first.” He smirked, then frowned when she saw her shivering. He took off his leather jacket and held it out for her to wear. He was wearing a button up long sleeve shirt, he hadn’t expecting to be taking off his jacket. But he didn’t mind, woman always came first, especially before style. “Dakota Hyde. You can call me DJ, or Kota. And.... I’m 21?” He really didn’t have a good obvious fact to say to lighten the mood like she had. “Why did you drag me out here again?”

[Asher Mew]

Asher looked down at her feet and back up at him. God he was tall. "It's loud in there. I don't like yelling at people...it..." She trailed off, looking elsewhere, her mind trying to think of something else to say. What else do you say to a guy that looks like you? His hair style was strange even if he was wearing a regular button up. She accepted his jacket with ease.

Light blue. A piercing light blue, that's what color his eyes were. They were even lighter than hers and she didn't think that was possible. "It's way too loud," she said happily, still searching for something to say. With nothing left to say, she stood on the sidewalk, her left heel crushing something into the pavement. His jacket smelled, oh my...Subtly, she put her nose to the collar and shivered again. How could someone smell this good? And when did she get so "romantic"?

"So, Koda...uhm..." Asher looked around, anywhere but him, anywhere but him! If she stared at him, she would start drooling. "Do you have any tattoos?" she blurted out, almost yelling that.

[Dakota Hyde]

Dakota merely nodded, that was actually kind of plausible. “I can understand that..” Not a lot of people liked raising their voice, so he could really understand that. He wasn’t like that, or in a general since he was, if he didn’t have to raise his voice than he didn’t like doing so. His anger issues just makes him yell.

He nodded, “So, why don’t we go somewhere quieter? I know this pretty low key bar that’s not too far from here.” He really should have gone there, he usually did, he really wasn’t sure why he went here. Maybe it was because it had been a bit closer to his work.. He did wear colon, when he went out, and to meetings. Though, he didn’t pour it on himself like some guys did. Still, he was glad to know she was liking his jacket. And if he would have known she brought her own jacket, he would have went back in to find it.

Looking over the girl before him again, he was amazed by her hair, it was a very light blonde. He wondered if it was natural, or if she dyed it; he had to dye his hair for it to look at black as it was now. He could also appreciate her style, he had dressed more on the Goth, punk side when he was in high school. Least to say he was the outcast, and loner at Hammel. “I have more than a few. “ He smirked, he really didn’t need to ask her the same question, he had seen the one on her arm, because yes, he watched as she put his jacket on. “Anything else you want to know about me?” Because he was an open book.

[Asher Mew]

Asher noticed his smile or his smirk. It was nice and it lit him up, his face, the way he stood. For some reason, there was a lot more that she wanted to know about him. Did he go to Hammel Institute? Is there any way she would know him? Did he have powers? If he did, were they similar? Should they go somewhere else? Yes, she was wearing his jacket, but should she go to another bar with him? How stupid would that be? He could possibly hurt her, but if he wanted to, wouldn’t he had done it yet?

She shook her head. Seriously, why did he keep smirking at her? Was she amusing to him? For some reason, that rather hurt her. She didn’t want him to think she was this amusing girl who dressed like she did for fun instead of for who she was. Asher wanted to like her. When did she get to be so romantic? Heartbreak was a normal thing when it came to her dating, never once did she want a guy to like her so desperately. His eyes pierced through her as he continued to stare.
“Perhaps we should go somewhere else,” she said quietly, shedding his jacket and handing it to him. “I’ll be right back.” Asher went back into the bar, searching for the barstool that possibly had her jacket on it. It was a simple black leather jacket that stopped short of her rib cage. She found some girls fighting over it. “I’ll take that thank you. It is mine,” she responded while the girls tried to protest.

Asher found Koda still standing outside. “Alright, I’m ready to go, but I don’t think a bar would be a good idea.” She needed to stay sober and if she was put in a bar, she would want to drink.

[Dakota Hyde]

Everyone seemed to always get that way when meeting him. He seemed ‘mysterious’, and for the certain people sexy, so they wanted to know more about him. However he really wasn’t that interesting… Other than his parents owning a gaming company, there wasn’t much to say about him, and that thing wasn’t even about him.


No, she wasn’t amusing, not in the way she thought. Well, she wasn’t amusing at all, she was super cute that is. He just smirked, it was his thing, instead of smiling he smirked, and when he did find something funny he smiled. It was a weird thing, but it was his thing. No, the way she dressed was not amusing, it was cute, and he could understand the fact that she dressed the way she did because she liked to. Before he could answer she was taking off his jacket and going back into the club. He shrugged on his jacket, and waited. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket. He wondered if she had went back into the club to ditch him. That was something he could understand, he knew he didn’t look like the type of guy you leave a club with.


Then she came back, and that actually surprised him. He nodded, “You are right, a bar would be a bad idea. So how about the star bucks?” Coffee, tea, smoothes, and snacks what was there to say no to? He could understand her not wanting to go to a bar, and him suggesting one was stupid on his part. “I actually didn’t think you were going to come back.”

[Asher Mew]

Starbucks was a definite yes. She could get a cherry smoothie and actually going home sober and for once, her sister wouldn’t shake her head at Ash. “You what?” she asked, looking at him with wide blue eyes that had been make-uped in black to make them appear brighter. She wanted to tell him that she liked him, maybe a little too much. She wanted to feel what it was like to be held in his arms or listen to his voice the entire night. What the hell was wrong with her? Where were these thoughts coming from? But first…how could he think she wasn’t coming back? Asher didn’t think she looked like a mean girl and she definitely didn’t act like one.

“Let me tell you something mister,” she said playfully, poking at him, “I don’t do that. I don’t know what kind of girls you are hanging around, but I am not like them. I am not at all them. I would never ditch you. You’re really, really…” Once again, she trailed off. Asher couldn’t tell him she thought he was HOTT with two T’s and capitalized. His tattoos and the way he had his hair and the black and just…everything.

“Come on!” she said, her voice breaking. She grabbed his hand this time and pulled him towards the Starbucks. Suddenly, she realized what she had done and let go quickly, her pale face flushing red quickly. “So! Tell me about yourself. Do you have a girlfriend?” Was that obvious?

[Dakota Hyde]

It was fall which meant all of the pumpkin, so he was so going to get a pumpkin latte. He looked at her, had he stuttered or something? Did she mishear him? Was she already tipsy? A person didn’t have to look mean to be mean; he had learned that the hard way growing up. Nothing was ever as it seemed, and he also learned not to trust strangers as much as he actually did. She could have easily left, and he wouldn’t blame her for it. He did want to get to know her, what she was like, what she liked herself, and if they had anything in common.

He looked at her with a furrowed brow, a bit confused. “Sorry. But you are a complete stranger, and just like you don’t trust me enough to go to a bar with, I didn’t know if I trusted you would come back.” Pretty easy to compare, right? At least to him. “It’s good to know you would never ditch me though.” Dakota smirked as he tried to think of ways to end that sentence, really sexy? Hot? Strange?


Again, the girl surprised him by grabbing his hand again, eyes wide, yet another smirk appeared on his face. “No I don’t have a girlfriend. Haven’t had one since high school.” The first like two years of college he had a boyfriend, then they broke up because they both had gotten too busy to keep their relationship going. College got harder for him the last few years of getting his degree in filming and media. And since he just started going to college again to get his gaming design degree, his work load had eased up, but he just hadn’t found anyone. “What about you? Have a significant other?” He would hope she didn’t if she was going to hold his hand like she had.

[Asher Mew]

Why would she have a significant other and visit a bar by herself? Of course, he couldn't know this and she wasn't sure if she should be sarcastic or not. Dakota followed her to the coffee shop just a short ways down. She ordered a hot chocolate, she got hyper on caffeine and he ordered a pumpkin latte. When they both got their drinks, they sat down in a loveseat.

Asher pushed herself up against the arm of the loveseat, wondering why she chose this spot when there were open tables. She put her bag on the ground beside her and wracked her brain for something to say that didn't involve the words, "You're totally HOTT" and "I think I'm falling..." She laughed silently at the last one. The cup of chocolate was warming her hands. "So uhm...I don't know what to talk about. But I don't have a boyfriend. I kind of...have bad luck with guys. I tend to avoid dating or anything close to dating." Oh, those words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.

Part of her white blonde hair was falling into her face. Reaching up, she pulled out the four small skulls and the bigger one that was holding in the bun. Curling, it fell around her face and framed it rather well. "What about you?" she asked, turning her blue eyes towards his. "How is your luck for dating?"

[Dakota Hyde]

Why would he have significant other and visit a bar by himself? Really it’s the same logic as her asking him if he had a girlfriend… Maybe her significant other didn’t want to go, he realized in high school a person’s life should not be completely revolved around that person, just like the relationship shouldn’t revolve around one thing. Each person needed to do their own thing, and just because the one person in the relationship didn’t like or didn’t want to do something didn’t mean you shouldn’t do it. It was nothing against either one of them, but there wouldn’t be nay resentment from either party.

Dakota followed her into the star bucks, they both ordered what they wanted, then went to go sit down. He raised an eyebrow and smirk as the blonde picked the loveseat. That was interesting in itself. “Bad luck?” Did he believe in luck? He believed in Karma… “I’m sorry to hear that. I would have never guessed, you seem like a very sweet person.” He took a sip of his drink, “Avoid?” Well that was not something he had wanted to hear. “That’s unfortunate.” He took another sip of his drink. “So, why are you here then? If you avoid dating, or anything close to it, then why go anywhere with me?” Was he just being played? He really did not like that thought.


“Pretty good I guess. I haven’t dated anyone in like two years. But my last relationship lasted for about two years.” The girl looked beautiful with her hair down, with it framing her face. It was a sight to see, and he had to look at his cup so it wouldn’t seem like he was starring.

[Asher Mew]

Honesty was a good key. "Cause I think you're cute. For some reason, I believe you'll treat me differently than anyone else. I believe..." Asher looked down at her cup, pushing her hair out of her face. "I'm not playing you Dakota Hyde. I don't do that. I am a sweet girl, perhaps too sweet at times, but I don't play people. My sister always taught me to treat others as I would want to be treated. Even if I'm being abused, I don't bite back. There have been very few times when I have been truly angry."

"I am sorry Dakota for you even being close to thinking I was playing you," Asher said, stirring her cup with a red straw she picked up. Her face flushed as the thoughts raced into her mind. He was a sweet guy, and he was attractive. That was something you didn't ever have in a guy at the same time. Stopping herself from getting further from him or climbing to sit on the arm to get away from him. Asher forced herself to relax and sit back into the loveseat, her shoulder in line with his.

"What was she like?"

[Dakota Hyde]

Dakota just listened, he wasn’t expecting this, well he guessed he was or he wouldn’t have asked. It was common for people to think something of a person as quickly as the first meeting. And from what it seemed like, Asher never changed her mind from that first meeting either. Abused? Why would she bring that up… Had she been abused in past relationships? She really shouldn’t have said that last part.. It made him feel guilty. “I don’t know how other people have treated you, so I’m not going to promise anything. That’s really your call. I do have a temper, but I’m not a douche.” He took another sip of his drink before saying, “If you really aren’t playing me, than how about we go on a real date some time.”

He shrugged, “It’s not really a big deal.” She just would have looked like a bitch, though that was kind of a big deal. He smirked as her question, "He was a bit of a nerd, actually.” More than a bit really… But he had been a very cool guy none of the less. Why did she want to hear about his ex?

[Asher Mew]

Asher was a little surprised...a little. She wouldn't taken him to date a guy, but everything has their own preferences. Ignoring the fact that he corrected her, she gave him a smile. How did she feel about his temper? How would he react when she turned into a snake to keep him from screaming at her? Would he scream at her? Questions were the only thing on her mind. Automatically, she said, "Sure to a date...I thought this was a date."

Oh, that smirk. That smirk that turned her legs to jelly and the insides of her stomach into a mass of butterflies. More questions perched in the front of her mind, but she fought, she fought to keep them back, to keep her mouth shut and not to ask him anything about his anger. Not to let him know that she was slightly afraid of people with tempers. Funny how she shifted into a snake, but was afraid of anger and people yelling at her.