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Post by elizabeth on Jul 23, 2012 0:48:55 GMT -5
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Mrs. Stanley never ordered the same thing whenever she came to the bar--at least it wasn't like her to order the same thing on two different trips. Last week, she had chosen some sort of mixed drink that she couldn't even remember the name of, but this week she had chosen some sort of whiskey on the rocks. She was taking each glass slowly--she knew what whiskey could do to people who weren't careful--but she could still feel herself going into what she liked the call the "give-a-damn's-busted" state of mind. She was relaxed, but not necessarily buzzed. It wasn't unlike her to get lost in her thoughts or to stare into space, but she did it more when she was drinking. And it was what she was doing now. After staring across the room at some woman's cleavage for longer than she meant to (she was not a lesbian, but she was not against admiring women who were prettier than her), she snapped back into reality and looked at her colleague sitting beside her at the bar.
"Her boobs are hanging out of her shirt," she stated as if it were a normal topic of conversation. For Ellie, it probably could have passed, but nobody really understood what went on in that head of hers to make her say such random things. The woman looked down at her own chest--she was wearing a purple blouse that covered up 'the girls'--and couldn't help but envy the woman across the room. The younger woman's chest was considerably larger and much more perkier than her own. She slouched back against the stool and swirled the whiskey around in the glass. The ice beat against the walls of the class, but the noise couldn't be heard over the chatter in the bar. She cleared her throat and took a quick sip of the whiskey.
"I'm mad at you, Big D" she told her drinking buddy, squinting her eyes. The glass was still in her hand, but she lifted a finger to point at him. Her eyes opened normally just a few seconds later. "You haven't brought Little D by to see me. I wanna know how he's doing. And I wanna see some pictures. Do you have any on your phone? I have a picture of Macy that I can... that I can show you." She set the glass down on the napkin and grabbed her phone off the counter. It was a horribly scratched older version iPhone with a yellow case. She moved her finger across the screen until she came to the picture she was referring to. She turned it so the man could see and held it there for a few seconds. And then the screen went black and she set the phone back on the counter. "Okay. Now your turn."
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Post by derrick ROMANOV on Jul 23, 2012 20:10:44 GMT -5
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[/style] A night off. God, Derrick seriously needed a night off and today oh so happened to be the right one for him to do so. His baby boy was currently all happy and delighted with a friend who had been kind enough to take him for the night so he could go and relax with one of his co-workers, a lady who so happened to be more of a drinking buddy than anything else. He had been working none stop for the last couple of weeks, preparing some of his things for when the semester was going to start and others for the magazine, as well as making sure to give enough time to Dmitri and actually try to enjoy his vacations. Today was the day he decided to use for himself though; no work nor baby -not that he disliked Dmitri in any way possible- just him and some alcohol in his system. Yes, this was going to be a great night for him whether he gets drunk or not; after all he was going to have some pretty kick-ass company, that was good enough for him. His mind had been thinking of a couple of things while he sat there with a drink in hand; he had decided to stay away from the vodka, he had also decided not to get tequila and that left him with drinking some amazing cognac; something he rarely asked for but that today seemed to be his drink of choice.
His eyes had been looking around the room as well as a sudden silence had fallen over his drinking partner and himself; it wasn't an awkward one but merely a needed one to recover the conversation or even to just enjoy their significant drinks or to people watch for a few seconds. The guy in question had been observing a few people at a table who happened to not look rather happy, they had been there for 15 minutes and they didn't even had drinks in hand. Boy, he would be pissed too if that was him; it was that that made him feel happy to have come here with Ellie, she always insisted on sitting at the bar because it was quicker, and after seeing how she interacted with the bartender he found that she still was the same lady he had come here with the first time. She was unlike any other, her spirit was still young and bright; not the typical lady of her age -whatever that age might be- and he could identify himself with that because he didn't exactly acted his age according to several people. Maybe that was one of the reasons he had become friends with her, she sort of inspired him to be the way he was, to not change because he was adding up numbers to his age, he could be an adult if he wanted too but most o the time he choose to just be the way he was, unless he was with Dmitri, because in that case he did needed to act according to his age.
A sudden voice caused him to snap his mind out of his thoughts, his eyes looking at Ellie before he followed the line of her eyes to the woman she had been eying before. He rose an eyebrow at the woman, tilting his head a little as he looked at the woman in question. Yes, the cleavage was definitely deeper than the ones the other women were sporting but he didn't look her way for long for several reasons. "At least she is getting the attention she most have wanted" he commented; he had managed to take a peek of the people around her, women looking at her with a disapproving or jealous look; some man being less than discreet as they stared at her chest and others merely trying not to look because they were either on a date or with their significant other. He, he was just not interested to be honest, his mind was occupied by someone else and despite being a male, he had never been too much of a guy who only sought out for the physical aspect. A curse and blessing, according to some of his friends. A smile creep-ed into his lips when he noticed Ellie's actions, but said nothing about it while he took a sip from his drink; feeling the liquid burn his throat a little before fading away slowly. He was pleased with his drink at the moment, his third one at that, so it would be dumb for him to have kept ordering it if he had been unpleasant the first time. But why focus on his logic? He simply decided to go back to the woman beside him, noticing she was ready to speak once more so he payed attention, not that he was drunk; not at all, in fact he was just starting to get a little sensation. It did took more than three drinks to get him drunk.
Frowning he moved to ask why she was angry but soon the unspoken question was answered and he chuckled. "Sure I have some" he said to her with a nod, however just as he had managed to take out his phone she showed him one of Macy and he stopped to be able to look at the screen. He smiled "She is quite cute Ellie" he said with nothing but honesty in his voice. "How old is she now?" he asked, merely wanting to have some conversation while he moved to look for the pictures of Dmitri; for the kid had it's own folder. When he finally found the first picture he laughed "OK, so I am in this picture as well but you can tell he is the star of it" he said with a smile as he turned the phone around and showed her the picture. "If you scroll to the side you should be able to see a couple more; I think one of them has to be just him, I tend to want to be in the picture" he added with a small smirk; it wasn't true, the truth was that most of his pictures were in an actual camera, not on his cell phone but that shouldn't matter much.
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Post by elizabeth on Jul 23, 2012 21:17:29 GMT -5
not gone yet [style=width: 400px; height: 250px; background-image: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/2uhr31k.jpg); border-bottom: 15px solid #754C78; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 140px 0px 0px] tag mel • words 556 • notes kinda sucks. but in all fairness, i'm distracted Elizabeth Stanley never ceased to amaze people with her one-of-a-kind attitude and unusual tendencies. She was one of the few women who would intentionally bring attention to herself in an unintentional sort of way. She was also one of the only women who would not only admire but openly talk about another woman's body. Heck, she would even go so far as to say that the woman across the room was pretty--because she was. And she would even say something like this: "Well, at least she's got a nice rack." Yes, the sixty-three-year-old woman did say that and no, she was not ashamed of her words. She could give a woman a compliment if she felt it was warranted, and she definitely felt that what she said was necessary--because it was true. She had probably had breast implants--there was no way her chest could be quite that perky--or maybe she was just wearing a really nice push-up bra. Ellie could not help but to make a mental note of push-up bras. She had never worn one, not a day in her life, and she was always looking for ways to spice up her love life. Why was she even thinking about this right now?
The woman pressed against the edge of the bar and began to turn from side to side in the swiveling bar stool. She wore a smile of content on her face as her feet swung with her. It was hard to tell if that was just her personality shining through or the alcohol talking. It was probably a bit of both. When the man asked how old her granddaughter was, she stopped and glanced up at the ceiling for a few moments. How old was Macy again? She began counting on her fingers. Really? Her eyes widened behind her glasses as she looked at the younger man. "Five. She's five," she stated. "She looks like her daddy," she added a few moments later. Her son had brown hair, brown eyes, and large noses--just like her and her husband and their other five children. She smiled contentedly at the thought. She liked to think that her family was a good-looking bunch--with the exception of herself, perhaps, but even she wasn't bad-looking either.
When the man offered his phone, she grinned and looked at the picture. She loved babies and sometimes wished she had made it a point to have more. Actually, six had been more than enough for her and her husband, but Ellie would have had more if he let her. She had aimed for a higher numbers, though she wasn't entirely sure what number that was, but she wanted lots of babies. Now, she would just have to let her grandchildren and her pseudo grandchildren be her babies. It wasn't far from that point already. She looked at the photo and tilted her head to the side. "He's so cute," she stated, sliding her finger across the screen. There was another picture of him, which made her give out an audible 'aw'. She was about to scroll through the pictures again to see more of them, but sh stopped. "You don't have any pictures on here that you don't want me to see do you?" she asked teasingly, winking her eye and flashing her award-winning grin. [/style] |
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Post by derrick ROMANOV on Jul 24, 2012 18:48:18 GMT -5
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[/style] Derrick frowned once more as he shook his head, his head once more turned to glance over at the woman they had been looking at a few seconds ago and he shrugged. In his eyes the woman wasn't exactly the most goodlooking in the room but that was because he had always had a rather different idea of what was attractive and what wasn't. He, for example, didn't found very attractive to see a woman who dressed like that and had a big rack; although he could admit why many others thought that way. He nodded his head a second later while he turned to look back down at his drink instead of around the room. "You could say that" he mentioned in the end because for one reason or the other he felt like adding his two cents into the entire thing. The guy had seen the look a the male beside Ellie had made when she spoke; obviously not expecting someone like her to say such thing but they again they should not judge Ellie at all; because they would probably judge her wrong to begin with. Heck, he even had tried not to judge her when he first met her, and even then he found that he had not encountered what he might have considered normal. The male down what was left inside his glass and set it on the counter, motioning for the bartender to come fill it up again. He smiled, sort of like a thank you when he got the OK look from the male behind the counter.
It was vital for him to hold back a chuckle when he noticed Ellie was trying her best to think back on how old the little girl was; he shook his head before smiling as she looked at the ceiling. In the mean time he had seen the bartender come walk up to them, bottle in hand as he filled up the glass and smiled. "Thanks" he mentioned as he then payed for the drink along with a tip for the male who smiled and moved away to go tend to the rest of the people. With the new liquid inside the glass, and the glass in his hand Derrick heard the answer to his question. "Five? How cute" he said with a smile on his lips before shaking his head a little. "I can't wait for Dmitri to grow up so I can take him traveling around the world" he said with a chuckle; he was going to take him to see so many places that he was going to have more stories to tell in his short life than most kids older than him. The guy bit down his lower lip, then drinks some of his drink. He wanted to travel; the guy had gotten used to it but now he had to think on Dmitri before taking harsh decisions like leaving suddenly to just look around.
Truth of the matter was, never before had he pictured himself as ever being at a bar showing someone pictures of his son. The guy found it extremely bizarre on many ways and he merely decided to let the entire sensation slip away because he was perfectly fine with his life right now; granted if he could he would have changed several things but he was coming to terms with his life and so he was not going to think much on the matter. Before he could find himself with a one way ticket to memory lane he heard her speak and so he smiled and nodded. "that he most certainly is" the boy said with a wide smile on his lips.Dmitri was extremely cute to him, but he could easily be a little biased. A chuckle left his lips as she carried on only to laugh at her following words. "Not one; those are inside another folder" the male said with a wink but he was obviously joking around. The most outrageous thing one could find in his phone was probably a picture of him shirtless and it was him at the beach so it was definitely not a bad thing at all. "But trust me if you come to find them, I'm sure you'll like them" he added with a grin, then he chuckled, unable to keep the teasing tone. He really liked her, she was a very relaxed and young soul, much like his and so getting along seem to come naturally to them. It was always fun, much like right now, he knew he could say those words because she would easily understand he was merely joking around.
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Post by elizabeth on Jul 25, 2012 2:41:25 GMT -5
not gone yet [style=width: 400px; height: 250px; background-image: url(http://i48.tinypic.com/2uhr31k.jpg); border-bottom: 15px solid #754C78; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 140px 0px 0px] tag mel • words no idea • notes rambly and random--sorry about that, haha. Ellie could take a hint. The man was not interested in talking about the young woman--you know, the one across the room with her cleavage hanging out of her shirt. It was understandable that he might not be attracted to a woman like that, or that he might not want to pay attention to her for whatever reason. She nodded her head and took one final look at the younger woman before pushing her to the back of her mind and forgetting about her almost immediately. The woman lifted the glass to her mouth and emptied its contents, leaving only ice melting at the bottom. She looked at the empty glass and swirled the ice around. She thought about ordering another drink, but opted against it--at least for the time being. Instead, she requested a small bowl of popcorn. When the bartender returned with the bowl, she pushed herself off the bench using her feet, leaned over the bar, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. In return, the man grinned boyishly and shook his head. Yes, Ellie was definitely headed towards her happy state of mind, the one where she giggled more than usually and turned red in the cheeks for no apparent reason. Or maybe she was already there. Who knew anymore...
The woman lowered herself onto the seat and leaned back against the stool. She brushed loose strands of hair from her face and tucked them behind her ears. The majority of her hair was pulled back in a barrette, but the shorter pieces were falling from the hairdo, giving her quite the unruly appearance. Of course, nobody expected anything less than that. It was Ellie, after all.
When the bartender returned a second time to refill her drinking companion's drink, Ellie's eyes widened behind her rectangular frames. "Oh! Can I have some more too? Please? Just add it to my bill." She spoke a little too excitedly for her own good, but the man nodded his head and returned a moment later to refill her glass. She grinned as she lifted it from the counter and took a quick sip. She made a face--the first sip was always the worst to her--but set the glass atop the napkin and continued to twirl around in the swiveling seat. She was very much a child at heart. It was refreshing to see someone her age with such a youthful personality and state of mind.
When he told her that he couldn't wait for his son to get older so that they could travel. Her already high cheekbones rose even higher on her rounded face. She had always wanted to travel, but it was never in the cards for her--and she never had the time or money to do it. "My husband and I wanna go to Paris," she stated, saying "Paris" in a French accent. She had taken French in high school--a long time ago--but she could still mock the accent. Actually, she could mock accents in general. She was good at it too. She cleared her throat and then stated, quite randomly, "I need a cigarette." She could wait though. She was enjoying the company.
And then he responded to her question about the pictures on his phone. She glanced at him over her glasses and grinned. Apparently she would like them if she saw them. She wondered what that was supposed to mean. "Will I now?" she questioned in an equally as playful tone. She looked momentarily thoughtful. "I probably would." Derrick was not a bad-looking guy. Ellie would tell him that too. If she were many years younger and not married with kids of her own--if she had been born about thirty years later--she probably would have flirted shamelessly with him. Actually, she had probably done that during one or more of their previous drinking sessions. Sometimes she said more than she meant to when she drank alcohol, not that anyone minded. She grinned. "Here," she told him, offering the smartphone back to him. [/style] |
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Post by derrick ROMANOV on Jul 25, 2012 18:21:01 GMT -5
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[/style] Derrick didn't wanted to seem as if he wasn't interested on speaking about the woman with the big rack, but then again he really wasn't interested at all. On very rare occasions would he stop and talk about women, it was a very odd trait of his, or lack there of depending on how you wanted to see it.Luckily for him he knew that Ellie wouldn't mind at all; but if she truly wished to actually talk about that lady then they could easily pick up the entire thing once more. It all depended on whether or not she wanted to just push on the subject a little more to get him interested or at least have him talk about his opinion the matter. His eyes glanced her way when he saw the bowl of popcorn reach her hands and he smiled, for some odd reason he found it amusing to see someone eat that food at a bar. Pop corns weren't just reserved for a day at the movie theater, but some people tended to forget about that, and so it was refreshing to see such a simple thing happen before his eyes. No that he was going to have some, not at all; he was not hungry at all and he also didn't wanted to have any sort of food in his system, he had eaten before coming here. Not sure why he had decided to do, because dinner was a rare thing for him lately.
The way Ellie thanked the water caused him to smile; shaking his head once more in the process. She really was a rather youthful person and it seemed to be contagious most of the time. If people learned not to judge her for the way she behaves then they would be able to see that they could learn alot from the woman sitting next to him. He was hoping to be that way when he was her age, that was for sure. Seeing here there on the chair, and then looking at him, one would be able to tell he was the one who was behaving a little more, not that he usually did outrageous things to Begin with. Or, well, not lately and not in this country; his trips were a whole different thing. A small smirk coming to him as he recalled several things that should remain unspoken.
The guy ran a hand through his hair, in a very slow way he might add but it was merely because he needed to move a little for they had been sitting here for three drinks already and he was already on the fourth one. He waited to actually think on what his current state of mind was, was he already on the happy zone or was he still waiting that sudden kick that would let him know he was now intoxicated? He couldn't quite place it although he did knew that he was certainly more loose than before. A small sigh escaped his lips before he bit down his lower lip, he wondered what he would be doing if he hadn't found someone to come and babysit Dmitri today; would he had tried to find someone else? Or would he had decided to just cancel the night out? Derrick wasn't sure what would have happened, but he was certain it might have been the first one since he had been wishing to have a night out.
Soon a topic he liked came into the conversation and he couldn't help but chuckle as he heard her speak with that French accent by the end of her sentence. "Oh Paris, that was the third place I went too on my little year of traveling, the first one was Russia, because I had to visit some family of course" he laughed shaking his head at the memory because he had never heard of those aunt and uncle up until he had decided to start traveling. "You should definitely go Ellie, if you ever do, just let me know and I'll tell you all the best places to visit, not tourist stuff, but the real deal" he added with a grin. He didn't felt like there was anything wrong with the tourist side of things, but he also knew that at times the best things were outside of that line. He moved to drink some more; hearing her mention the desire to go for a smoke but he didn't comment on that just yet, instead he simply set the glass down on the napkin designated to it; seeing the slight drips of water running down the glass to the white fabric.
Derrick chuckled before shaking his head. "Although I think you would prefer Dmitri's photos" he mentioned as he stretched out his hand to take the phone back from her. He glanced down at the screen smiling at the sight of his son before clicking a button to lock the phone. With that done he set the phone inside the pocket of his jeans and went to address the comment from before. "Did you mentioned you wanted a cigarette?" He didn't waited to hear her answer though "We can go have one if you like" Derrick wanted to leave the option open for her to choose if she wanted to stay here drinking or if she was ready to go have one. It didn't matter to him and in fact he would appreciate stretching his legs a little. Ellie was keeping hers active by moving around on her chair, he on the other hand had let them in almost the exact same position for the time they had been here.
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