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Post by ORRIN KNIGHTLY on Apr 6, 2014 23:30:32 GMT
The drink was bitter and needed, the bar was loud and...also needed. It was an off day for Orrin. They didn't need him, he couldn't sleep, and so he was there.
He had learned to appreciate bars, at the academy his friends would drag him along as the designated driver while they got wasted after a long weeks' work. Later, they'd be a luxurious oasis that, after a harder weeks' work, even Orrin couldn't refuse. Today, they were habitual, not enjoyed but necessary, something like that.
He tilted his glass a bit, letting gravity pull the drink this way and that before taking another sip
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2014 0:29:12 GMT
It had been a long time since Yuliya had really been in a 'bar.' Sure, there were clubs and other establishments with bars in them, but no bars in the actual sense of the word. The dimly lit, smelly, grungy room with sticky floors and wobbly stools in front of the polished wood bar - probably the only upkept thing in the place.
Still, a stiff drink was something she desperately needed, so she took a short walk to a bar near her apartment in downtown Nova Athenis. This felt familiar as she pushed the door to the bar open, the stench of alcohol hitting her nose the moment she stepped inside. Despite the nose wrinkling, she made her way to the bar, stepping almost precariously.
She probably looked out of place here. Her hair was tied up in a smart topknot and her clothes were professional and chic. Nothing like what the people here looked like. That didn't bother her, though. If Yuliya spent time caring what others really thought, she wouldn't get anything done.
Her long nails rapped on the counter as she waited for the bartender to come over, and when he did she ordered something strong and potent. In a matter of minutes it was in her claws and she took a sip, feeling the burn as the alcohol slid down her throat. She needed that.
ORRIN KNIGHTLY
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Post by ORRIN KNIGHTLY on Apr 8, 2014 7:38:23 GMT
A woman had walked in. Orrin didn't turn, but watched from the reflections of the glasses and from his own peripherals, as she walked up and sat, prim and gingerly, next to him.
There was something familiar about her. About the way she rapped ferociously at the counter, the way her soft face contorted into a dangerous scowl, a bright contradiction that rivaled the paradox of her own presence in the disgusting establishment they had both found themselves in.
He realized he had turned his head slightly and then he realized he wasn't the only one, most men and some of the women had at least glanced as the woman had walked in, some still had their eyes on her.
Slightly, and...unusually, angry, he shifted his gaze to glare at the nearest one, a bar tender.
@yuliya
wow look at sai trying to write pretty past midnight i am sorry
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2014 23:50:24 GMT
The eyes on her didn't bother her at all, really. She took another drink, and another, and another. The burn was softened with each drink, and soon enough it didn't bother her at all. She was far from drunk - no, she could hold a lot - but the weariness of the day was ebbing away at last.
The man next to to her was looking over at her, and she narrowed her eyes at him. Staring wasn't polite, after all. Not that she was very polite for glaring, but honestly, did everyone have to ogle her for some reason?
Scoffing, she finished off the drink and ordered the next one. After it was delivered to her and she had taken a drink of it, she looked at the tall man who sat next to her and seemed to think that staring was something that polite people did.
"Excuse me," she asked, although she was in no way asking to be excused for talking, "But why do you seem to think it's alright to just stare at me like that?"
ORRIN KNIGHTLY // this is so bad?
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Post by ORRIN KNIGHTLY on Apr 11, 2014 6:32:10 GMT
The bartender had noticed his glare and glared back at him before getting back to his work. Well that was one... The familiar woman had already finished her drink, and was downing the next one when she noticed he had glanced back at her and then he noticed he was glancing back at her. The man blinked but met the woman's cold blue eyes.
He knew he had seen her before, when she talked he knew he had heard her before but why couldn't he place it?
"I was thinking."
@yuliya
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2014 23:21:48 GMT
His response was simple enough, but it aggravated her, and that was exactly why it did. Why couldn't he just answer with a straightforward response? Men were always the same, it seemed, and it made her just roll her eyes as she went back to her drink, seemingly ignoring him. But she wasn't done yet.
"Ah, well, good for you," she responded with a casual tone to her voice before looking back at him, eyes cold and sharp like daggers. "But whatever you're thinking while staring at me is not going to happen."
She was aloof, she was cold, she was unforgiving. Sociable people wouldn't think anything of it, maybe they'd try to strike up a conversation. Yuliya was nothing like that, and she wanted nothing to do with this man who was giving her looks.
"Don't go getting any ideas," she mused, sipping at her drink once more. "Because you won't like the outcome. I can guarantee that."
ORRIN KNIGHTLY // i love how she's sayin this to some buff military man
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Post by ORRIN KNIGHTLY on Apr 12, 2014 0:13:59 GMT
She went back to her drink, he went back to his, tilting it around yet again, trying again to place her in his memories, mind drifting from one event to the next before the woman spoke again.
"I wasn't thinking about that." He said calmly before looking back at the drink and finally taking another sip. "Can't say much about the others though" he muttered. He'd seen it too often, in england, afghanistan, wherever he was now.
@yuliya //not like the other boiz roflcopter
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2014 0:31:08 GMT
He was familiar. This whole circumstance was familiar. A dark bar, drinks in hand, people leering and this man. He stuck out in a memory that she couldn't place and it was unsettling to her, because she had no idea who she was. Yuliya was one to trust her mind - her memory was sharp. She wasn't making this up.
"I don't believe you," she said, her voice nearly a hiss when it came back. It was funny how memories could be hidden for ages and then crop up in the most random of places.
Turning to him she crossed her legs, looking down her nose at him as she surveyed him. It had been years ago but it definitely was him.
"Kabul, somewhere between 2009 and 2010. We were at my apartment and you had left before I woke up. It's nice to see you again." Her tone made it clear that she meant absolutely none of that last sentiment.
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Post by ORRIN KNIGHTLY on Apr 12, 2014 18:03:08 GMT
She didn't believe him. orrin let his glass, held on the top by his large, calloused hand, rest on his lips as he felt her eyeing him. He didn't blame her, how could he?
"Kabul," she finally said, in a cold, matter of factually tone.
Kabul? Orrin eyed her once again as she explained herself and a pit of dread fell down his stomach as foggy, alcohol-stained memories flickered past with the name. Hardly anything of the night before, not past the bar fight. The morning wasn't much better, the hangover, heavy feeling of guilt that usually followed him the morning after getting drunk...
"I was late." he turned back to his drink, resting it as he had earlier.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2014 22:21:47 GMT
What a pathetic excuse. Her lip curled a bit in the only sliver of emotion she'd show, and she took a long pull of her drink. Yuliya rarely got drunk but she wasn't going to let her past hold her back right now. What started as an innocent drink after work was turning into anger and bitterness and memories that she'd rather forget.
She didn't care about him. Their one-night-stand meant nothing to her but it always stung a little to wake up the next morning completely alone. Even though she was reserved and not open about her emotions, she wasn't a robot. She wasn't completely devoid of feeling.
"I'm sure you were," she sneered, letting the thick glass slam onto the counter with a acute, sharp clatter. "And now I've got the misfortune of meeting you here again. Lucky me."
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Post by ORRIN KNIGHTLY on May 15, 2014 1:18:25 GMT
Somewhat uncomfortable with the turn of events, he continued to study his drink, tilting it to watch the alcohol slide from one pool to the next. Of all the things to happen, of anyone to show up on the island.
"I'm sure you were," The glass clanged against the counter, slightly startling Orrin. He didn't show it, beyond maybe a blink, a slight twitch of a frown. She was angry again. Oh god, how did he even forget?
He drained the final small puddle in his glass, placing it gently on the table. "I'm sorry if I offended you?"
Honestly he wasn't really sure what else to say, to do. As much as either of them might have wanted, he wasn't going to leave her, that was certain. Not here.
@yuliya
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