Lie Through My Teeth Again [Open]

[Terrance Asher]

Newspapers littered the street. A snicker left the boy’s lips. People in the world really knew how to contribute to the mess of the world. They really knew how to clean up after themselves, really. The slight breezed picked up making the pieces of paper that had previously just swayed back and forth a bit on the streets to be lifted off the ground. When Terrance wasn’t looking the comic page flew right into his face. A scowl appeared on the young man’s face a he reach up to pull the page off. ‘Freaking people need to learn how to clean up their damn filth,’

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He really didn’t have a destination in mind. Really he was just wondering the streets. It had been a long with the amount of work he had to pull off for school and the many nights spent awake. This should have been a time for him to be total at peace and relax, but no he wasn’t. Terrance let out a sigh. It was his mother’s fault he knew. She called him out of the blue and bringing up stuff shit again. She was drunk as usual when she called, and the conversation wasn’t even worth his time or the frustration he now felt. Terr just needed to blow off some steam somehow or do something to get his mind off things anyways.

The sun had sunk below the horizon many hours ago when Terrance arrived at the bar. He had been restless. The young man took brisk steps towards the building. He had his hands in the pockets of his slacks, carrying himself proudly. Arriving at the bar door he took off his sunglass. There was no need for them anymore anyways seeing as how it was now dark; he had just worn them to be cool. Terrance Asher stepped into the bar like he owned the place.

There were a lot of people who saw him as a polite and respectful young man. He had a charming smile and a aurora about him that enticed and pulled in the opposite sex. Still many others had a divergent opinion of him. To them Terr was a heart-breaker. He had no respect for females; instead he whispered promises of sweet nothings to woman just to get them in bed. Yet, Terrance was neither and both. He just knew how to get his way. The moment he entered the bar his eyes scanned the place in its entirety. The place was actually quite busy, not much a surprise on a Friday evening. A few tables were taken, as well as a few seats at the bar. Automatically, he headed for the empty seat at the other end of the bar counter. As he past the two girls sitting at the table near the door he gave them a wink.

Taking his seat he signaled to the bartender. “Vodka.”[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]




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[Sawyer Carson]

Tonight was any other friday night for Sawyer. A party duh. She'd gotten ready and headed into town for the evening she quite always expected. Get drunk, get hit on, get a ride home, get sick. The last two sometimes happened out of order but it really depended on some very important variables. Like how fast her ride home is driving, what she had to drink, how much she had to drink, and whether or not she had drugs that night as well. Shockingly she threw up less when she was high. But she was out of her lovely poison for the night and knew that maybe going easy-er on the booze was going to be better for her shoes later on. If she was wearing her shoes when she left. Lord knew if she didn't it wouldn't be the first time she went home with someone else's shoes on.

No tonight she was going easy on herself. She'd partied really hard last week end and well she knew that... frankly, her liver wasn't going to tollerate it all her life. Sawyer had worked out a bargain. Light partying every other week end instead of her crazy adventures like normal. Not that she minded really. She was more aware of the men she flirted with and had much better luck when her words didn't slur. Sauntering into the bar she too looked like she owned it. Hell as much money as she spent here, she practicaly did own it.

Sawyer was sure to casually flirt with the doorman who never ID checked her now, and then made her way to the bar. But hello.. This one wasn't a regular. The thought of fresh game excited her a little and she put on her best smile as she walked up to place a drink order. "I'll have a whiskey, no rocks thanks darling." She blinked a few times and looked at the boy sitting by himself. "Not alone are we? Well... You know what they say about drinking alone. It's just not as much fun." She wasn't entirely sure where this could would or should go, but she really didn't care much, as long as he thrilled her for an hour or so while she got a little liqured. If they went home together, then fine. All the better. But tonight she was mostly just looking for company.

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[Terrance Asher]

Terrance downed the alcohol in one gulp. The vodka was really strong. He could feel it burn his throat as it went down. But, strong was the way to go when you wanted to forget all the shit in life, even if it was a bunch of minor thing; they add up. A sigh escaped his lips. If he was already on the vodka, there was a chance that things were going to get interesting to night.

Terrance was surprised to hear a female voice, and surprised that he missed the blonde when he had looked around the place. No, he couldn’t have missed a thing like her dress like that. But, if that was the case that meant that she had to have just step in, which would bring about the question of how could he have missed her walking into the bar? But, this one she was not really his type, if he had a type that was. She had stunning grey eyes. And he definitely had nothing against blondes. Right off the bat, he could tell she was definitely a party girl. The shoes; the dress. Yep, she was not one of those that only went out for drinks every now and again. She was one that went out every weekend, if not every day of the week possible.

He eyed her a bit longer. Terr noticed the bartender set down a glass of whiskey in front of her. That was a certainly a drink that stated ‘I’m ready to get pissed tonight,’ as well. For some reason that bothered him tonight. He didn’t want to hang with a party girl. He wanted someone more laid back that he could just talk to. However the night was young and she didn’t look like she really had any drinks yet, so why not talk and flirt with her for a bit. Who knows, at some point he might actually want to get laid and she would already be sitting in front of him. It would save him the trouble of having to get another girl to warm up to him. Besides he didn’t mind a girl that knew how to make the first move in a conversation, Terrance liked that type of confidence in a girl.

He gave her one of his charming smiles.“To true. Seeing that is the case and I am sitting here alone, you should stick around and keep me company.”

“So, what bring such a pretty girl like you here tonight? Cause we all know you are not even old enough to be in here, but I shouldn’t be one to talk.” He was giving her his full attention now.

Notes ;; Sorry for the late reply, I've been slightly busy.

[Sawyer Carson]

Ahhh so she wasn't going to get the brush off tonight. Well that was reasuring. Then again, most people in a bar didn't brush her off. On the brightside, he wasn't thirty years her senior or smelling of a bridge he may or may not have crawled out from under. He so dared to say out loud that neither of them were at all of legal drinking age. Yet, do to poor sales and men who liked to look at her, here she was. How he managed it, she wasn't so sure. She didn't drink her whiskey all in one gulp, though she could if she'd wanted to. Sawyer, as mentioned, was taking it easy tonight. Call it a change in the winds or what ever. But she just wasn't feeling up to getting totally shit faced tonight.

"Sure I suppose I could keep you company." Sitting down next to him she tucked her dress in at the knees a little. No sense in flashing the whole bar. Even she wasn't that stupid. Ehh.....Okay that wasn't entirely true. "Bars are a good place to come when you're looking for someone who likes to talk." Smiling she took another drink from her glass and set it down. Turning to him a bit, she studied his face. A little boyish for her usual liking, but again, he wasn't a troll so she'd be perfectly happy holding conversations with him. He did have nice hair. And as long as her assumptions proved to be right and he did, in fact, believe in good dental hygene, she was happy. Hell hygene at all was as step up from the people who usually held up her evenings.

Her tongue ran across her lips smoothly for only a moment before she smiled again. "What about you? Are we drinking away our sorrows tonight? Or just here for a laugh or two?" Typically Sawyer was here for both reasons. Sometimes different nights, other nights she was here for both. No one ever thought such a pretty little party princes would have sorrows, but she had more than someone might think. The difference between her and every other drunk in here was, she knew that the alcohol didn't make them go away. It just made them fade away a little for a while. That's were the laughs came in.


Note: No problem. It happens to all of us.

[Terrance Asher]

He watched her carefully as she moved closer. He watched the way she drank from the glass before. He watched her as she looked at him. Something about her annoyed him as he paid more attention to her. Terrance wanted to figure out what, but could not put his finger on it. Mentally he shrugged it off. It would come to him randomly later while they talked he knew. However, for now he would just be slightly annoyed with himself for not being able to pin down what it was.

“True. It’s a good place to talk to people when the people here aren’t totally pissed face drunk and slurring their words.” He flashed her his signature smirk as he waved over the water.

“Whiskey Sour,” he turned to tell the bartender before his focus was back on the girl in front of him. The way she ran her tongue over he lips screamed she knew exactly what she was doing. For some reason it always found it hot when girls did that. Well some girls anyways, especially the innocent ones that did that. “I guess you could say a combination of both. I’ve had a rough week and want some laughs to lighten up my mood.”

“So how about you ma chérie? Are you here to entertain yourself not keep all the sorrow away? But, I should think a girl you would have no sorrows.”

Out of the corner of his eye he could see an argument going on. It was getting heated and probably would turn into a fight. He wanted to say something to them, tell them to take it outside, but he shouldn’t be one to talk. The last year before his mom sent him off to Switzerland for school he had gotten into plenty of fights. Not all of them had been away from the eyes of a crowd. Shoot a lot of them had been in school with others encouraged them. He just mentally shook his head.

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