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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2014 22:36:36 GMT
Anya's been working here long enough to be immune to the smell of alcohol, but it's always worse when it's in your face and on someone's breath. He's invanding her personal space without consent and her first reaction is to grab the steel bat by the handle and get ready for him to do something.
She stops herself from doing so though. She has to keep her temper in check or she could get sued. She forces her smile to stay up, no matter how much she wants to drop it into a scowl and pushes her words through her teeth. "Sorry no, I have plans already."
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Feb 14, 2014 2:54:14 GMT
"Aw, come on..." He drawled, meeting her eyes before his attention drifted downwards. He was close enough to reach out and feel her hair, probably to cop a feel, and he bit his lip, considering before his eyes trailed back up to her face. He was smashed, yes, but even then he knew that would pretty much end his chances of getting her home.
"Can't be any more fun than what I've got planned."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2014 12:03:13 GMT
This guy is starting to get on her nerves. Actually no, he's been walking on her nerves all night and she's starting to think she might loose her temper. The bar is closed, the club is closed and he's the only customer still standing around as far as she can see. She can't leave until he does, and she wants to go, now.
"Look, I'm not interested kid, so go home." She says forcefully as she points towards the door. Once he's out, she'll go out the back and never see his stupid fucking face ever again. Or at least, she prays that she never has to see his stupid fucking face again.
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Feb 15, 2014 1:36:45 GMT
He looked her up and down again, sucked his teeth at her. What a frigid bitch. Just because she probably got all sorts of guys hitting on her she thought she was too good for him? Iggie had seen the other sods hanging around the bar and none of them were even half as good looking as he was. Or as young.
She was probably a fucking lesbian or something. What other reason could there be for her apparent disinterest in him? He drew back from her with a scowl.
"Fuckin' bitch." He muttered under his breath as he turned and started walking a crooked path to the club's doorway.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2014 1:30:40 GMT
Her eyes narrow, he mutters something under his breath and she assumes the worst. She's been called so many things that she's lost track and nothing bothers her any more. He's walking crooked and Anya knows as a bartender it's part of her job to make sure people get home safe - or maybe that's just an obligation she gives herself. She hates her job sometimes, "Wait." She's going to hate herself if he doesn't give the answer she wants. "Are you driving home?" She prays to God or Zeus or whatever mystical being there might possibly who watches her every move that he says no.
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Feb 16, 2014 4:31:54 GMT
He's digging in his pockets for a smoke, and when he she calls after him, Iggie turns with the unlit cigarette already in his mouth. He looks smug, like he expected her to, even if he didn't.
He quirks a brow. What a stupid fucking question. "Well, I'm not swimming." He slurs, as if the answer is an obvious one. He can barely walk in a straight line, but he doesn't notice. He feels good enough to drive, if not a little disappointed over going home alone. Maybe he'll call up a tart to meet him at his place. If he's sober enough to drive, as he thinks he is, he's sober enough for sex.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2014 4:59:30 GMT
Anya wishes she could just punch this guy in the face, but they're still in the club and she's still on the job technically. "I was just asking," she says. "You're too drunk to drive anywhere. Do you want me to drive you?" At this point, she's being captain obvious and she doesn't give a fuck. Her plans - nothing important, but more interesting than a guy's penis - can be postponed to drive home a drunk customer. He's annoying but letting him drive into the night drunk is just asking for him to get hit. As much as she hates men, she doesn't know if she can live with letting a drunk man drive himself home.
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Feb 16, 2014 5:45:18 GMT
Her interest seemed to have flared up as soon as he'd turned his back, and he gave a satisfied smirk. His desperation seems to wane as he takes the time to light up before answering. "My place or yours?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2014 5:49:41 GMT
His smirk makes her know she's gotten herself into a situatino she cannot get herself out of, and she figures she'll take it out on someone - or something - at another point in time because God, she's so fucking done with everything. "Yours, obviously." She says it as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. She knows what he's imply, and what he thinks she wants, but she's going to avoid it if she can.
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Feb 16, 2014 6:12:38 GMT
Iggie laughs lightly, taking a drag and eyeing her up and down again. As far as he's concerned, she's as good as naked in his bed already. "Alright." He agrees with a nonchalant shrug.
"So, you gonna tell me your name or what, gorgeous?" He asks before he continues his wavering path out the club's door.
When they pull up to his building, he's been staring at her while she drives and they can't have gotten there fast enough. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes from Iggie has seeped into the seats of her car and into her hair, and he feels like at ease.
Iggie flashes her a grin before he pushes open the passenger door, stumbles around the car and towards the building's door. He's sure she'll follow.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2014 6:29:09 GMT
She ignores his eyes and just gets ready to leave, she wants to be done with this and go home to sleep. She doesn't want to deal with this, these goddamn eyes roaming her body like she's a piece of meat. It's disgusting, it's why she hates men. They all think women are nothing but pieces of meat sculpted finely to fit their needs. The thought almost makes Anya gag as she steps out of the club. He mentions giving him her name, and she doesn't bother to answer. They're never going to see each other again, why does it matter?
When they pull up to the building Iggie told her he lives in, she's already hit her second wall and she's past-tired to the point of energy at this point. She's awake - she's been awake the entire ride and knows he's been staring like the creep he is - and yet she's also fucking tired. Anya honestly debates just driving off when he gets out of the car, but she figures she's here already, better make the damn most of it and follows Iggie. She figures this is a good enough time to give him her name, so she does.
"My name's Anya, since you asked." She knows she's going to regret this tomorrow.
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Feb 17, 2014 0:29:29 GMT
"Anya," He purrs, as if it's a name that he'll remember. (It is). He weaves around the front of the car.
Drunken and bold, Iggie steps forward, puts a hand on her hip. He's spent the night admiring her from behind the bar, and now they're standing in the warm night outside his apartment, and he's taking her like a prize. He leans down and catches her lips in his, and he barely notices the bitter taste of her lipstick.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2014 3:22:44 GMT
Anya likes her name, but she hates the way it sounds on his tongue. She hates everything from his head to his toes and she hates the way he tastes like such familiar alcohol. She hates the way she kisses him back and loosely wraps her arms around his neck. She hates everything about tonight, but she knows she'll hate everything even more tomorrow. Her hate is the only thing going through her head as she pulls away from the disgusting male in front of her.
She looks at him, her eyes roaming his features. He's not as bad-looking as she thought he was, but she's not going to admit it. "So are we going in, or are you planning to fuck me on the sidewalk." She sincerely hopes he's not. If he is, she'll get back into the car and drive off, sidewalk sex is the last thing she ever wants to experience.
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Post by IGGIE VAN ALLAN on Feb 18, 2014 2:50:30 GMT
Her arms latch around his neck and his hands snake around her waist to pull her flush against him when he shoves his tongue past her lips until she's breaking it off and fixing him with that harsh look in her eyes. He still has that grin plastered on his face. He'd fuck her on the sidewalk, he'd fuck her in the car, but who is Iggie to refuse a lady. "Anything you like babe," He says it like an afterthought, arm still around her waist when he leads her inside. He sweeps her across the lobby and into the elevator.
By the time he fumbles open the apartment door, his hand has already slipped under her shirt and they aren't even at the bedroom when Iggie's shirt is off and he's dropping his pants, biting her lip as they trip into his bed.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2014 3:46:54 GMT
After the disgusting feeling that builds up in her stomach when he calls her 'babe', everything is forcefully shut out, like a memory she doesn't want to remember. The only part she remembers is the part where they trip into bed and she attempts to take control. If she's going to play this game, she's going to play it her way. Men have taken control too much, and Anya knows what she's going to do to.
She knows how the general idea behind pleasing a man, she spent half her lifetime reluctantly bowing to their wills until she realised it's okay to have sex with women. She knows how to get a reaction, how to bend him to her wills, how to remove all control from a man and make him weak because she's spent a quarter of her lifetime mastering the art.
However, her true talent lies in her ability to wake up before her partner and walk away before they realise she's gone. Now that's something she spent her whole life mastering.
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