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Post by Odessa Rae Reeyes on Jul 30, 2012 12:40:03 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] Hercules, you‘ve got nothing to say to me, ‘Cause your not the blinding light that I need [/color][/size][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/color][/font] As their glasses clinked together, she reared it back to her mouth, taking a large sip of the poison. She was now beginning to get thoroughly drunk, but nowhere near her level. It was getting time to step it up, to move on to beer, either to whiskey or vodka, whichever one was stronger. Watching Harley, she didn’t really understand what he was doing, looking all around and such. It wasn’t until he spoke that she caught on.
“..too late.. now.”
She said, turning around clumsily on the stool to get a better look at them. Finding them, her eyes narrowed, giving the women a dirty look.
“Ah, bitch is about to wish I was never here.”
Her tone was confident, and as spiteful as the women’s look at them had been. Turning back around to the bar, she grabbed what was left of her beer, gulping it down and stepping down from the barstool, her newfound clumsiness impairing her as she clung to Harley, drunken giggles escaping her.
“Harley, love, while I take care of her, get me a vodka, would you?”
Patting him on his soft head of hair, she turned back to her mission, walking toward the women’s table, having a hard time not falling on her face. Approaching her, she stopped.
“Look here you crusty hoe, me and him are here to enjoy our time together. If you have a problem with that, well, look here, here I am!”
She yelled unintentionally, everyone gasping and looking over to the table as the talking ceased. Essie looked around at everyone, making her rounds, eventually stopping to pause at Harley face, before returning her attention back to the rude woman. She was too drunk to care what anyone thought about her, or about the fact that she was about to embarrass herself past recovery. The party was just beginning. [/font][/size][/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/size][/color] [/font][/size][/color]
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Post by Harley Fraser-Buchanan on Jul 30, 2012 15:32:33 GMT -5
Harlington Fraser-Buchanan [/size][/color] Harley's thoughts were becoming distorted and slower. His gaze rested on the half empty bottle in front of him, almost believing that if he stared long and hard enough, it would refill itself. It didn't, though, and he sighed.
He looked over at Essie and nodded, nearly being pulled off his stool as she held onto him for support. His hands stuck out and grabbed onto the bar to keep himself upright, and soon after he took another sip of the beer and slowly turned himself around on the bar stool.
Harley watched Essie as she stumbled along to the pair's table, flat out yelling at them. He suppressed a chuckle by sticking his hand over his mouth and muffling it. Whatever it was she was adding to the yell, it was working; the other girl appeared really pissed off. She stood right up and lashed out at Essie with fingers curled like claws - but whether she hit or not, Harley couldn't tell. His vision was blurred so he blinked a few times to clear it away.
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Post by Odessa Rae Reeyes on Jul 30, 2012 16:06:28 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] Hercules, you‘ve got nothing to say to me, ‘Cause your not the blinding light that I need [/color][/size][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/color][/font] Whatever Essie had been asking for, she most certainly got it. The women wasted no time lashing out at her, Essie gawking as the woman’s nails dug into her face, leaving a large scratch down it. She recovered quickly, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her to her feet, slapping her silly hard in return for her first blow. The woman in turn punched, pulled, pushed and clawed on Essie in every way possible. Essie pushed her back onto one of the empty tables, while taking many of the other woman’s hits, rolling on top of her and pinning her down. Essie’s fist met her face a many times, struggling to get good ones in while the woman squirmed underneath her small figure as she beat her mercilessly.
Essie wouldn’t be humiliated in her own new little town, she wasn’t going to let one woman ruin it all for her. She wouldn’t stop until she couldn’t beat her anymore. However to Essie’s dismay, two men eventually pulled her off of the women. She struggled against them and yelled for them to put her down, still not done with the women. Eventually sitting her down back at the bar with Harley, she sat down again next to him, watching the men run back to the poor helpless women, escorting her away as if not to start another fight.
“Eh.”
She said to Harley, blank expression on her face. She aimlessly went to wipe her lip, finding blood all over her hands once she pulled away.
“Damn it, she busted my lip open.”
She wondered what else the women had done, too in turn, she pulled out a small compact mirror from her jeans pocket and looked at herself. What she seen shocked her. Not only did she have a busted lip, she had a black eye, and the big claw marks going down her face, slightly bleeding. Her opponent had defiantly done some damage.
Putting the compact mirror away, she went to turn back to her drink, before seeing the restaurant management come towards her, saying not only could she not stay any longer, but she was banned for a month. Without a word, she got up from her seat and exited the building, unaware if Harley was behind her or not. Her phone then began to buzz, pulling it out of her other pocket, she looked at the number, one she had never seen before. Reluctant to answer it, curiosity killed the cat as she pressed the answer button, awaiting whomever was on the other line. [/font][/size][/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/size][/color] [/font][/size][/color]
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Post by Harley Fraser-Buchanan on Jul 30, 2012 17:24:19 GMT -5
Harlington Fraser-Buchanan [/size][/color] Once his vision was clear, Harley looked upon a hilarious sight. Essie and the girl were going at it, clawing and hissing and spitting - or was that his imagination? - and slamming each other against things. Hey, they look like cats! A broad smile came to his face. He raised his glass and hollered along with the rest of the people in the bar, rooting on for their favorite contender. He yelled words that were so bogged with a thick accent that they weren't very understandable, but he didn't care. He rooted for Essie just like the majority of bystanders, taking large sips of the beer in the meantime.
Once Essie was put down by the burly men that pulled her off, Harley immediately went off, congratulating her even though she was talking about her lip being busted. "That was amazin'! Ye gave her quite a good clockin' an'... an'... an' everythin'!" He cackled with glee, finishing off his beer and hopping off the bar stool to follow her, nearly tripping over himself and reaching out and grabbing onto everything and everyone to help him stay upright.
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Post by Odessa Rae Reeyes on Jul 30, 2012 17:45:17 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font] Hercules, you‘ve got nothing to say to me, ‘Cause your not the blinding light that I need [/color][/size][/center] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/color][/font] “Hello?”
Essie said over the phone to the voice that spoke on the other line.
“Harley, why are you calling me?”
The voice just kept on and on, Essie too drunk to make out what was being said.
“And why do you sound like a girl? Wait…your not a girl…are you?”
Her eyes narrowed trying to remember her friend’s gender, but just ended up being confused. It wasn’t until she turned around, facing Harley who had followed her out, that she realized he wasn’t on the phone with her. She returned her attention back to the caller on the phone, who kept saying something over and over again.
”Baileys. MY… NAME..IS… BAILEY’S.”
Thinking again, Baileys, who was that? Shrugging her shoulders.
“Well hey Baileys, do we know each other?”
”No. I’m the new stablehand at the broodmare and foaling barn. We are having a party at Maelstrom lake, and the broodmare bunch are running it. Help me out and get some people to come. Tell everyone to ride their horses out there. Okay, see you in a few.”
Essie only picked up certain details of her message, such as party, Maelstrom lake, people and horses. It was beginning to get very hard for her to focus, with all the chaos going on around them. She was excited by her caller’s words, and when the phone clicked and the voice was no longer there, she stuck her phone back in her pocket, turning excitedly to Harley and giving him a clumsy embrace.
“Harley, there’s a party at Maelstrom Lake. She said something about people and the horses. We got to go!”
She laughed, giggly and bubbly full of excitement for this party. It didn’t matter if she had got beat up only seconds ago or that she was drunk, nothing was going to stop her from this party. [/font][/size][/color] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/font][/size][/color] [/font][/size][/color]
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