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Post by Adriana Truscott on Nov 21, 2011 17:22:50 GMT -6
At that very moment Adriana Truscott, dressed in one of her sexy sparkly dresses and monstrous high heels that showed off her legs walked toward the bar and made a beeline for Peyton.
“Hey Goldilocks,” she smiled at the blonde sidling up beside Kevin leaving him in the middle of the two girls as she leaned over the countertop to talk to Peyton. “So have you seen Broody, you know your other broody counterpart?” she asked speaking of Dan. “Oh really?” Adriana smiled that devil-may-care smile which meant she was plotting something. “You know if you don’t go for that soon…” she raised her eyebrows at Peyton with a coy smile, “Since we’re pals I’ve given you a friendship courtesy hold on him for far too long now since you know he went from ugly duckling to swan status so your courtesy hold expires after this weekend, and then he’s fair game,” she told Peyton to which Peyton laughed and rolled her eyes.
Turning her attention finally to Kevin, the boy between them she said, “Hey cutie, if you’re buying I’ll have either…” she drummed her fingers on the counter and pretended as if she had to think about it for a second while biting her lower lip rather seductively before smirking at him, “Sex on the beach or a screaming orgasm, you choose.”
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Post by Peyton Sawyer on Nov 21, 2011 17:24:59 GMT -6
Peyton had made it to the bar without being decapitated by wild dancers or spilt on by drunken hooligans so all in all reaching one of the bar stools seemed like a successful feet in her mind. Sliding onto an empty seat it took only a few minutes before someone was sat beside her.
Peyton turned to the boy, he looked familiar but for some reason she couldn’t place a name to the face. Nonetheless Peyton acted nonchalant as always and shrugged. “A martini,” she answered him.
Meanwhile she noticed Adriana enter the bar. It was useless, trying to avoid noticing Adriana, though she wasn’t the one trying to avoid her, but the blonde had a sneaking suspicious a certain manager of said pub would be. Adriana was a shameless flirt and guys were giving her attention left and right as she made her way towards Peyton. Peyton smirked amused by her newfound friend and first client who had a voice like a dream and the attitude of a princess. The girl was ballsy she had to admit that. “Hey Cheery,” Peyton answered Adriana’s rendition of hello with a nickname of her own for the brunette.
At Adriana’s question she shrugged, “No, we haven’t really hung out in a while,” she said casually wishing her drink was already in front of her so that she would have something to sip and distract herself from Adriana’s scrutinising gaze. Peyton was good at hiding things, but clearly not from Adriana, her eyes gave everything away. Peyton simply laughed and rolled her eyes at Adriana, “He already is fair game Adriana, and it’s not like that with us so please go for it,” she smirked. The idea of Daniel Barnes and Adriana Truscott going out was beyond amusing in her mind.
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Post by Kevin Walsh on Nov 22, 2011 15:12:28 GMT -6
Kevin sat grumpily between the two girls as they talked about some guy (though knowing it was another dickhead cousin of his would've made it far worse) and rolled his eyes when Adriana addressed him. "Didn't ask you, actually. Kind of talking to your friend here. And I'm not asking fucking Biermann for a screaming orgasm, so you can forget that right now," he grumbled before shouting at said barman, "I need a White Russian and a martini, thanks."
Kevin tossed the last of his hard-earned money at the bar and pushed the martini over to the blonde before swigging his own drink. "Peyton, right?" He leaned in under the pretense that he couldn't hear over the music otherwise and asked, "What's your story yeah? I'm a Hit-Wizard."
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Post by Bradley O'Connor on Nov 25, 2011 17:10:20 GMT -6
“Really?” the bloke looked at Justin as if he were crazy before wincing visibly at the high note the karaoke-r had just attempted, “You know, I sort of see your point now.” Then, watching in amusement as Lillian skipped off to the karaoke machine, Bradley plastered on a smile over at her as she loudly dedicated the song to himself and Justin but she'd barely got through the first verse before he turned to the boy in question, “Could you try not being so attractive to her next time please? As much as I love hearing Turner belt out some Tyler, this would never have happened if she wasn't ever into you.” He leaned against the bar, glancing sideways at Billie Fry who asked if they were brothers. Letting out a 'pfft' as reply he rolled his eyes, “No, my brother is the incredibly prancing one, you've had the pleasure of meeting Mattie O'Connor right? Yeah, so what makes you think someone as sensible as Justin could actually be an O'Connor?” he commented as if this were the most logical thing on earth which, to be honest, it really was.
“Oh god, Walsh alert,” the blond sighed heavily as Kevin wandered over to the bar, grabbing a seat next to Peyton (a girl who only knew the name of due to his cousin, Daniel Barnes', ridiculously pining crush on her). Hearing their conversation from afar as he made a point of not actually sparing a glance at Adriana at all, Bradley moved past them to head behind the bar with Justin, noting to Kevin, “They're both talking about Barnes. I know, depressing thought isn't it?” he remarked dryly as he grabbed some empties from atop the bar and stacked them up for washing up later.
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Post by Justin Biermann on Dec 9, 2011 23:53:39 GMT -6
Justin narrowed his eyes at Bradley like he was a bit slow, then shook his head. "Yeah, I see now that by dating a man from February to September I was clearly leading her on. My mistake." Pointing suddenly, he added, "If anything, you've encouraged this. Unless there's been an ironic Bonnie Tyler resurgence among the youths that I'm unaware of."
As he shook up Peyton's martini he pointed out, "To be fair, I think half this pub has dated someone in your family. They really weren't kidding about repopulating the world with purebloods, were they?"
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Post by blaineanderson on Dec 31, 2011 10:59:07 GMT -6
Blaine gave Amy a disbelieving look, “People aren’t always that nice, you simply make them out to be,” Blaine remarked and then added in a deadpan manner, “Take me for instance, I am really quite terrible,” but couldn’t help flashing one of his charming grins. “You are bloody gorgeous Miss Weatherson, you’ve got the legs of a supermodel and your hair, well, if I were a girl I’d want your hair,” he teased good naturedly taking another sip of his drink. He had lost count on how many this one made but was vaguely aware that his hand gestures were getting a bit violently dramatic. Standing very close to her then he leaned his head against her and held some of her hair beside his face, “What do you think could I pull it off, hmm?” looking to the group of girls, “Nah, didn’t think so,” he laughed and found himself quite amused at Billie’s ‘man voice.’
“We should all dance,” he exclaimed, but before they did he turned his attention back to Amy. “Oh, me you mean, well that’s a bit of a problem at the moment you see because well, let’s just say I’m in a spot of trouble.” He casually gestured toward one corner of the room where three guys were grouped standing amongst loads of other people dancing around, mingling and getting utterly pissed. “See those guys over there. Well the gorgeous one with the hipster clothes and the hat is Johnny, I was going out with him but I was also going out with Denis the burly guy on his right, but apparently Johnny and Denis were also going out with each other and I failed to mention to either of them that we weren’t exclusive, I was also dating Jack, the smaller yet dandy fellow so I am not really in anyone’s good graces at the moment. Though to be honest I would have been perfectly happy dating Johnny period, he was the bees knees. He’s hot, an artist, and did I mention that he’s fucking fine! He also said that he had heard I was like sex on a stick and had a voice like a dream,” he sighed, “Flattery can get you anywhere,” he smiled down at her. “I’ll tell you what though, if I ever go straight you’ll be the first to know,” he smirked again amused at the thought of liking girls. He really thought the bartender Justin was hot but Blaine didn’t think he was Justin’s type. “Speaking of hot artist types where is Mattie? There is karaoke and dancing, is the world ending? I must have missed the memo?”
In dire need of another drink, or perhaps a glass of water he excused himself from Amy’s pleasant company as she and Billie bounded off to the dance floor and leaned over the bar once more hoping to get someone’s attention. Luckily he got it. “Bradders as a hero eh? I think she’ll die before she sees that one,” he remarked smirking at Bradley and the thought of him being Lil’s hero. “Yeah I suppose,” Blaine answered Justin with a shrug almost surprised he was talking to him. Blaine never really had the feeling that Justin liked him or even really noticed him much for that matter. Justin was more the straight laced type and Blaine was well… not. “What counts as a lot? Or by definition if I have to ask that question does that mean I go out too much?” he chuckled. “Can I have another,” he pushed his empty drink over to Justin, “So what about you?” he asked casually.
((ooc: Sorry this is long overdue and really quite poorly written.))
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Post by Billie Fry on Jan 1, 2012 14:45:07 GMT -6
Before he left, Billie gripped Blaine's arms on either side (a bit tighter than perhaps she realized) and looked him square in the eye. "Blaine, I love you and everything but promise me... promise me you'll look for someone sweet and intelligent who you can have a proper conversation with, okay?" She placed the tip of her index finger against his forehead and nodded dramatically. "Think with this head and not the one in your pants. Aaaand go!"
Billie quickly sipped the last bit of melted ice from her drink before dropping it on a random table and taking Amy's hand. Billie was happy to be the bossy responsible one, keeping an eye on her friends and making sure everyone got home okay -- she mostly went out as an excuse to dance, anyway. Billie leaned in towards Amy and shouted, "What's the status with Caleb? Are we asking him to dance with us or punching him in the face?"
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Post by Justin Biermann on Jan 3, 2012 14:10:14 GMT -6
"Yeah, probably," Justin laughed at Blaine's answer. Removing the empty glass, he pointed at the taps and said, "If you try every beer you get your name on a plaque. Now, this is something I've just made up, so it's quite exclusive."
He paused for awhile before answering the question, which made it fairly obvious that clubbing and whatnot just wasn't his scene. He'd usually drag Lillian along, and to be fair, the times they'd been turned away at the door and gone for a pint and a pizza instead had shaped up to be pretty great nights. "I kind of hate it?" he admitted with a laugh before grabbing a pen and a napkin. "Some places aren't too bad. If you're ever in the area..." he neatly printed an address of a gay bar by his flat, "Low key. No hen nights. Amazing beer selection. Not to brag, but if they got on board with my plaque idea, I'd be up there twice."
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Post by Lillian Turner on Jan 11, 2012 16:11:09 GMT -6
After Bonnie Tyler, Lillian had gone on to 'wow' the pub with classics from Wham, Erasure, The Spice Girls and finally finished on Sweet Caroline by Neil Diamond. Bowing to her adoring public with their standing ovation, or at least the smattering of applause she heard and assumed was for her, Lillian finally let go of the microphone and made her way back to Justin & Bradley, putting her hands up int he air as she swaggered over to them.
"Ladies, did you hear it? The sound of awesome coming from that very stage?" she pointed to where she'd just come from before leaning on the bar, "Barkeep, I'll have 2 of your strongest shots, 1 of your girliest and I do believe I'll have them all shook up together in a glass with plenty of ice & topped with a slice of fruit of your choosing" Lillian smiled before jumping up to sit on the bar, something she did despite Bradley moaning at her for it constantly.
"Lagerdude, I have a plan...Im going to get the most drunk I have ever been in my life and then...Im going to run all the way home" she nodded her head, thinking that running a drunken marathon would probably be the coolest thing she'd done that year.
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Post by Bradley O'Connor on Jan 11, 2012 17:21:48 GMT -6
"It wasn't leading her on but she still clearly really likes you, why else would she hang out here all the time? Aside from my charming personality of course," Bradley commented sarcastically with a smile. "I did not encourage it. Not much anyway. "Wait, my family? We breed well and extensively, can't have the line dying out now can we?" he pointed out to Justin in a jokingly exaggerated upper-class accent. It was just a much more clipped version of his own voice, minus the swearing.
Looking to Blaine as he bounded over he snorted softly at the boy's suggestion, "We all know I'm not a hero, Anderson, I prefer to delegate such tasks to others," he said with a grin. Then, turning away to serve someone else at the bar, he left Justin and Blaine talking, vaguely wondering if there was anything there between them; Blaine was much more flamboyant and outgoing than Justin but you never know.
As he pulled two pints and slid them across the bar to a customer, he only then realised the noise of Lillian's enthusiastic renditions of various pop classics had stopped. The blond looked towards the karaoke area and found her leaving it with her usual enthusiasm. The fact he then joined in with the applause said more about his relief that it was over than the enjoyment of its quality. "Oh I certainly heard it alright," he said, just a pinch of sarcasm in his tone, before he couldn't help but laugh and, shaking his head, he started to fulfill her order. "Don't worry, I've seen Biermann do enough of these deadly cocktails to know how to mix them," he assured her, mixing the concoction quickly and then shaking it in the cocktail shaker before serving it over ice, adding a slice of lime with a flourish. "For madam," he presented it to her, adding, "And, how many times do I have to say this? Stop. Sitting. On. My. Fucking. Bar."
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Post by Justin Biermann on Jan 20, 2012 17:14:14 GMT -6
Okay, so Justin allowed himself to quietly mumble along to the 'ba ba ba' parts of Sweet Caroline. He was a bit boring and hated most things but he still had two ears and a heart, alright. He slid a glass to Blaine and smiled semi-awkwardly before turning to squint at Bradley. "Uh, I feel like you're trying to do a voice, but that's exactly what you sound like to me. All the time."
He high-fived Lillian when she came back to the bar and nodded seriously while grabbing a round of beers. "That sounds like a great idea, Lil. I'm pretty sure that's how that marathon runner who collapsed at the finish line did it." Justin had grown a lot in the past couple of years, mainly in that he no longer found himself racked with anxiety over the things his friends (okay, his friend Lillian Turner) wanted to do. He'd developed, if not a sense of humor per se, a decent enough sarcastic deadpan to pass.
Justin watched Bradley mix Lil's drink out of the corner of his eye (a bit strange considering who technically worked for whom, but he was very protective over his concoctions, damn it). "That one's really strong. I call it Custer's Last Stand." Okay, so he hadn't quite shook his love for history jokes. Sue him. "And sit thine arse post hence!" he added in a rather unconvincing O'Connor impression, which amused him far more than it ought have.
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Post by Bradley O'Connor on Jan 21, 2012 7:40:12 GMT -6
Shooting Justin a dark look, Bradley shook his head, "Piss off, I don't sound like that... maybe it's just your ears' fault. That's how my grandpa talks, no word of a lie," he rolled his eyes. It seemed that Armitages and O'Connors only become more grouchy, conservative and pureblood-centred as they aged. "Oh and Turner? I have to side with Biermann on this... no drunk marathons please, otherwise you'll end up lying in the gutter somewhere until someone finds you tomorrow morning on their way to work," he predicted as he shook up the drink. "Relax mate, I'm not gonna ruin your deadly drink concoction," he added to the other guy who looked a bit anxious that their roles had been reversed for once and he was mixing a drink for Lillian whilst Justin looked on sceptically.
Sliding the glass to the girl he turned back to Justin, "You know, it's amazing that you're still a nerd over history jokes," he commented lightly. If he'd been with his mates still at Hogwarts, more harsh judgement would have probably been dealt out to people who made history jokes. But he liked Justin and Bradley had mellowed and matured a bit, at least enough to stop being a complete dick to decent blokes like Biermann. "So, is there a Sitting Bull that rivals this 'un or not?" he asked, gesturing to the drink before shrugging, "What? I know some history, I'm not completely thick."
" 'Sit thine arse post hence'? What the- oh bloody hell, that's supposed to be me, isn't it?!" he exclaimed in despair, sobering to ask with a frown, "Do I really fucking sound like that? Jesus, I'm a prick, why haven't I been punched more?" he laughed it off. He was fairly sure Justin was just messing around and doing a rather poor impression of him anyway but Bradley couldn't bear himself if he was basically already just a younger version of his grandpa.
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Post by Lillian Turner on Jan 23, 2012 20:40:28 GMT -6
Frowning slightly as Bradley began to get her drink together, Lillian shook her head before taking the drink and sipping it cautiously, as if she'd just been served poision. Her face crumpled slightly before she noddedher head from side to side, leaning over to Justin and speaking in a loud whisper so Bradley would hear her, "Psst! Lagerdude, your job is safe, he's useless" she made a face as she dragged her finger over her neck before winking at Bradley.
Downing the concoction that Bradley had made swiftly, Lillian smacked her lips together and nodded, "Make me another, something nicer tasting but stronger and more likely to have me taking all my clothes off and performing an exotic scarf dance before the night is through. This marathon is happening. Is it a marathon if it's just me?" she asked with her nose crinkled, looking to Justin for the answer because she knew he knew EVERYTHING whereas she believed Bradley knew how to look after his hair and moan loudly at her and that was about it.
Sighing loudly, Lillian shook her head and stayed where she was at the bar, "If yer want my ass off of yer bar, yer gonna have to move it for me because I aint goin' nowhere boy" she shook her head, using her 'cowboy' voice which was infact a terrible impression she did far too often.
(ooc. sorry it took forever and sorry she's dull!)
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Post by Justin Biermann on Jan 24, 2012 15:02:19 GMT -6
Justin shrugged. "You can do an impression of me, if you want. I can't be the only one with a spot-on impersonation." In the years Justin had known Bradley, there were several occasions in which he would have gladly punched him (and the feeling was likely mutual), but they were cool now.
He grabbed a few empty glasses and couldn't resist shouting to Lillian, "The name comes from this one guy who supposedly ran all the way to Athens after the Greeks beat Persia at the Battle of Marathon, shouted 'We won!' and passed out on the spot. So what you're doing is very close in spirit, actually." To be fair, Greek history was kind of Justin's thing -- it was like asking him about the subtle differences between German and Belgian beers. Sometimes a guy just has to embrace being an insufferable nerd.
He spotted a group coming up to the bar and clapped Bradley on the shoulder as Lillian asked him for another drink. "I'll catch up with you guys later. O'Connor, redeem yourself. Lil, try to keep your clothes on."
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