(Just felt like doing some casual character interaction. Open to any writer and character who is 18+, please respect this! This is in place because of comfortability. ~~~ Please bold dialogue for accessibility reasons, if you can.)
Scene Setting: A bar in the middle of a small podunk town at midnight. Soft rock plays in the background from a jukebox, pool balls knock against each other and cigarette smoke clouds the back half of the establishment.
Carmen sat on a rather uncomfortable bar stool. Her trimmed nails tapped against the bar counter impatiently. Normally she'd haul ass out of a place like the one she was in once the patrons started getting far too rowdy for the bartender to keep up with but on this night she was thirsty for the burn. Something to sooth her soul. If she still had one.
Finally a third shot tequila was slid to her and a nervous smirk from the young bartender given. She downed the shot and slid it back to him far quicker than he could even blink. Her deep brown eyes the color of autumn bark darted over to the pool table.
"Keep the shots coming," she mumble without looking at the man.
Scene Setting: A bar in the middle of a small podunk town at midnight. Soft rock plays in the background from a jukebox, pool balls knock against each other and cigarette smoke clouds the back half of the establishment.
Carmen sat on a rather uncomfortable bar stool. Her trimmed nails tapped against the bar counter impatiently. Normally she'd haul ass out of a place like the one she was in once the patrons started getting far too rowdy for the bartender to keep up with but on this night she was thirsty for the burn. Something to sooth her soul. If she still had one.
Finally a third shot tequila was slid to her and a nervous smirk from the young bartender given. She downed the shot and slid it back to him far quicker than he could even blink. Her deep brown eyes the color of autumn bark darted over to the pool table.
"Keep the shots coming," she mumble without looking at the man.
Jer walked in and looked around. He didn’t see any rivals in there so he walked up to the bar. The stench of oil and leather seemed to cause the crowd to make way for the Devils Advocates club president wearing his colors
“A schooner if the IPA.” He said to the bartender before turning to the woman on the bar stool near him. “Evening ma’am.” Jer said before giving some letcherous guy eyeing her a stare.
Jer may be an outlaw biker, but he was a gentleman. The barkeep set the glass of holy gold in front of him, and Jer slapped a few bills down on the bar.
”Keep the change.” he said as he picked up the glass and sipped it. Jer was happy to relax here, even for a moment. His thoughts went to that cute high school junkie whose house was blown up just because he was there. He wondered what became of Scarlett. Another sip brought him out of it, and he settled against his elbows on the bar.
He turned to the woman next to him and said as he lifted his glass,
“To a good Saturday night..”
“A schooner if the IPA.” He said to the bartender before turning to the woman on the bar stool near him. “Evening ma’am.” Jer said before giving some letcherous guy eyeing her a stare.
Jer may be an outlaw biker, but he was a gentleman. The barkeep set the glass of holy gold in front of him, and Jer slapped a few bills down on the bar.
”Keep the change.” he said as he picked up the glass and sipped it. Jer was happy to relax here, even for a moment. His thoughts went to that cute high school junkie whose house was blown up just because he was there. He wondered what became of Scarlett. Another sip brought him out of it, and he settled against his elbows on the bar.
He turned to the woman next to him and said as he lifted his glass,
“To a good Saturday night..”
Carmen's gaze waltzed over to the tall blonde drink of water that had sat down on a bar stool nearby.
"Evenin'" she all but purred back at him, save for the gentle tone of disinterest and exhaustion that she gave off.
Grabbing another shot she looked at him as he was raising his glass to her. Her lips pulled up in a soft crooked smirk. Her eyes darted from his head ot his feet. "Night's halfway over, and I wouldn't say it's good." She turned around on her stool, sitting with her back leaning against the bar and one of her elbows back against it as well. She took her shot, another to add to the sight fuzzy feeling in her head and chest.
She set the glass down behind her, slid her leather jacket off revealing her dark blue snugly fitting henley and drapped the jacket over the bar. "Anyone touches this, you'll be missing a hand," she said casually for anyone who was thinking about it before she hopped off the stool, intending on heading to the pool table.
"Evenin'" she all but purred back at him, save for the gentle tone of disinterest and exhaustion that she gave off.
Grabbing another shot she looked at him as he was raising his glass to her. Her lips pulled up in a soft crooked smirk. Her eyes darted from his head ot his feet. "Night's halfway over, and I wouldn't say it's good." She turned around on her stool, sitting with her back leaning against the bar and one of her elbows back against it as well. She took her shot, another to add to the sight fuzzy feeling in her head and chest.
She set the glass down behind her, slid her leather jacket off revealing her dark blue snugly fitting henley and drapped the jacket over the bar. "Anyone touches this, you'll be missing a hand," she said casually for anyone who was thinking about it before she hopped off the stool, intending on heading to the pool table.
Jer always did run late, so it just seemed normal to him. He gave the woman a nod anyway and tried to keep his eyes off her as she removed her jacket. He looked around at a few others in there before taking a drink and watching the woman walk toward the pool tables.
He let that be for a moment as he turned back and looked at the bar. His mind turned to thinking of that young woman Maria on the train. Maybe they shouldn't have gotten off before she did. He shrugged and looked over at the pool table when the sound of balls started to rattle. He got up and walked over to the table.
"Would you like to have someone to beat?" he said to the woman. He didn't tell her they had a couple tables at the clubhouse. He wasn't professional, but he could do quite well with billiards.
He let that be for a moment as he turned back and looked at the bar. His mind turned to thinking of that young woman Maria on the train. Maybe they shouldn't have gotten off before she did. He shrugged and looked over at the pool table when the sound of balls started to rattle. He got up and walked over to the table.
"Would you like to have someone to beat?" he said to the woman. He didn't tell her they had a couple tables at the clubhouse. He wasn't professional, but he could do quite well with billiards.
Carmen's hips swayed softly as she made her way to the pool table, several pairs of eyes were on her but she didn't much care about that. She wasn't there to sink her hooks into someone, and frankly most of the people weren't her type, and certainly couldn't handle her.
She was grabbing a pool stick, setting the table up, when the blonde haired man had spoken. She turned her head, looking at him over her shoulder. "...I can see that look, don't think you can play me," she told him, but grabbed another stick and stepped closer to him, tapping her thumb nail on it twice before she handed it to him with a smirk.
"...but sure." Carmen went first, leaning over the table and shooting a clean break. Two balls going into the right back pocket and one going into the middle left. She leaned up and turned to face him. "Your turn."
She was grabbing a pool stick, setting the table up, when the blonde haired man had spoken. She turned her head, looking at him over her shoulder. "...I can see that look, don't think you can play me," she told him, but grabbed another stick and stepped closer to him, tapping her thumb nail on it twice before she handed it to him with a smirk.
"...but sure." Carmen went first, leaning over the table and shooting a clean break. Two balls going into the right back pocket and one going into the middle left. She leaned up and turned to face him. "Your turn."
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