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Post by Sarah Watson on Nov 26, 2012 12:19:03 GMT -6
Sensing how irritated Doug was becoming at not being served she nudged him, “You need boobs, mate, then you get served pretty quickly,” Sarah advised him knowingly with a grin, “It doesn’t matter, it’s still a move, you sat there well and let her kiss you… it’s still a move… sort of,” she argued with a casual shrug.
“Well, you are working that shirt at the moment, not that it means you should throw out all your tank tops but… maybe consider buying a couple more shirts?” the blonde suggested, quite diplomatically for her, really, before leaning against the bar and trying to catch the bartender’s eye. “Oh god I know. Listen, how funny is this… Biermann back there, Drunky Quest as you called him, used to have a thing for that brown haired guy, the guitarist, Noah he’s called. Right now, he’s more of a Tom Hardy guy though… so his taste has definitely changed! See, I’m down with these kids… apparently,” she chuckled. “Little ol’ innocent me, corrupting?! Hardly!” she turned away from him huffily as though offended by this suggestion.
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Post by Noah Coulson on Nov 26, 2012 12:43:14 GMT -6
Noah had barely put down his guitar after their last song when he felt Greg’s arm slung around him and awkwardly clapped him on the back as his own form of saying ‘well done on the gig, mate’. He watched as his friend jumped merrily off the stage and headed to the bar and to talking to an attractive girl sat there, all in less than a minute – it was impressive, it had to be said. Looking to Harrison he smiled, “Great gig, mate, I think we’ve reached that better level now,” he said. It was an amazing thing for him to say, considering how cautious and guarded about their (and his own) music he usually was but it had been a pretty amazing gig.
He’d managed, well enough, to avoid looking over at Casey and Doug (well he couldn’t help it if his gaze sometimes accidentally slipped over to where they were sat) but did notice that the other guy had headed to the bar at the same time as the woman Justin had sat with did too… and then they were talking. Huh, so they knew each other, maybe Justin knew the guy? He tried not to think on this but he found himself wandering over the bar to greet Justin – well, hey, he was just going to say hello to a mate, honest. Noah clapped the guy on the shoulder, “Hey man, how are you? Don’t take this the wrong way but you look a bit worse for wear, it all cool?” he asked, brow furrowing in slight concern, as he took a sip of his bottle of beer.
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Post by Justin Biermann on Nov 27, 2012 17:16:51 GMT -6
"Coulson!" Justin yelled boisterously, pulling out a chair and motioning for Noah to sit. He was rarely so animated or enthusiastic about, well, anything that wasn't an Attenborough documentary, so it was probably rather off-putting. "Ehhhh, comme ci comme ça. I mean, my life is probably falling apart, but I'm feeling pretty drunk right now so, you know, who cares? You know, I'm beginning to see the appeal."
He stared at Noah for a second, trying to appear serious and genuine. "I don't really listen to music and I'm most likely tone deaf but... I'm sure that was really good, mate. Really good. Good on you!" Justin poked the bottom of Noah's beer bottled and nodded. "Hey, nice choice. Personal favorite! Lemme buy the next one, yeah? So what's been going on with you?"
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Post by Noah Coulson on Nov 28, 2012 14:52:59 GMT -6
“Thanks, mate,” Noah replied enthusiastically, sitting down in the chair Justin motioning to him to sit in. He should have noticed how boisterous Justin was being and how out-of-character this was – the problem was, despite everything, Noah was experiencing a post-gig high (not quite as bad as Greg was) which made him a tad oblivious to little things like this. Didn’t make him oblivious to certain little things though. He raised an eyebrow in concern as the other boy seemed be nonchalantly brushing off the idea of his life ‘probably falling apart’, “Mate, mate, what’s wrong? Come on, tell Coulson, don’t just drown the sorrows in liquor, let’s bond by sharing our misfortune,” he suggested with a flourish of the bottle of beer he held before he downed a considerable amount of it himself.
Looking over at Justin he grinned widely, “Ha, thanks for the vote of confidence. To be honest, that’s mostly what the gig was good for. I think it’s the best we’ve ever played… it’s just a fact, I’m not trying to big us up or anything. Well, anyway, it’s really good that people seem to have enjoyed it, I uh… I enjoyed playing it, I guess,” he shrugged. Raising the bottle once more to clink it with Justin, Noah inclined his head in thanks, “It’s becoming a firm favourite, it was a good recommendation. Hey, man, no way, you don’t need to do that, besides Bradley has been oddly nice and said we can have free drinks for the night. Probably something to do with the fact that we managed to fill his bar for him, amIright?” he joked. “Meh… the usual, work, guitar practice, song writing, work, photography, more work... same ol', same ol',” he shrugged casually, twirling his guitar pick between his fingers nervously as he continued to speak, a bit more hesitantly now as he tried (and failed) to affect an air of nonchalance, “But, right now, right here, despite the fact we've just played a pretty bloody good gig, it's not brilliant because uh- my ex is here. With another guy. So it kind of sucks right now. And it shouldn’t because like… we’re not together, I was the one who broke it off, mainly because I wasn’t treating her right but still.”
Nudging his head subtly over to where Douglas was at the bar with the blonde woman Justin had been sat with he asked, “Do you think he looks like a dick? I think he looks like a dick.”
((ooc: I was thinking of getting Noah steadily more drunk and so more dickish (ie out-of-character) so was thinking he could casually wander over to Casey at some point, try to engage her in conversation and be nice about it all (but fail), before maybe... Lydia could be there and she sees what's happening, works out her brother still has a thing for Casey and is embarrassing himself, so she goes and ushers him away from Casey and then tells him he's still got a thing for Casey, hence why he has been a bit of a dick to her? What do you think? Just to get a bit of Noah and Lydia time too!))
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Post by Justin Biermann on Nov 28, 2012 20:56:23 GMT -6
Justin shrugged. "It's fine. I was an going to be an Auror and now I'm... not. Sorry mate, I know you're just trying to help, but if I have to have this conversation with one more person I might punch something," he admitted. "But hey, I'm all for drowning my sorrows with a partner?"
"Nice? That doesn't sound like Bradley. Are you absolutely sure he didn't have a head injury?" Justin joked. "O'CONNOR! FREE BEER FOR THIS MAN, STAT!" he shouted, pointing at Noah. He nodded vigorously (and far too often, trying to keep himself soberly focused) as Noah talked about what he'd been up to. He frowned, wistfully wishing he had more work to speak of -- becoming a self-proclaimed expert at Call of Duty didn't seem like the greatest use of Justin's time. "Oh. Ouch. Sorry, dude. If it makes you feel any better, I'm in l-- really like someone who's probably getting nailed by another man as we speak," he added casually, though how this particular image was supposed to make Noah feel better was anyone's guess.
He craned his neck to stare at Sarah and Doug, being far less subtle about it than he thought he was. "The guy with Sarah? His name's Dan or... Dave, I think. I mean... yeah yeah, I guess he does. Maybe. I don't know man, I can't be objective. All I know about him is that his best friend died so..." Justin trailed off and took a swig of beer, his loyalties torn.
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Post by Adriana Truscott on Nov 30, 2012 12:44:45 GMT -6
As soon as the band had finished Adriana went over to the bar where Noah was mingling with Justin. “Noooooaah,” she greeted him loudly and threw her arms around him in a big hug. “You were brilliant!” she enthused, maybe she was a tiny bit tipsy. She also had a bit of a head cold which she was trying to stave off with alcohol. It probably wasn’t a good idea really but she was giving it a shot anyways. Between the potions she had been given from St Mungo’s and the alcohol she had consumed throughout the evening her gestures were a bit overly dramatic to say the least. “Braaddddllley more drinks,” she smiled over at him, “For our lovely rock stars,” she pointed at Noah, which really was poking him in the chest since she had no depth perception what so ever at the moment, and then beamed up at Noah. Turning her full attention back to Noah and Justin she smiled lazily, “Ah, Justin and Noah, my boys. How are you doing?” she looked at both of them earnestly. Even in her state mired by deliriousness and drunkenness she couldn’t help but notice that Bradley was looking rather well tonight. He was so bloody handsome. Why did he have to be so handsome and such a prick at the same time, she thought to herself. Couldn’t the powers that be just transfer his hotness to a more likable guy? ((ooc: I thought having Adriana there could make something fun happen between Bradley and her, especially in the state she is in. Or was she supposed to sing tonight, I forget? If so I can change it ))
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Post by Justin Biermann on Nov 30, 2012 20:43:16 GMT -6
"Adriana. C'mere." Justin waved towards himself, even though she was already coming over to sit with them. He made a mental note to keep an eye on her tonight and make sure she got home, despite the fact that he was fairly intoxicated himself -- in his own self-righteous opinion, drunk-Justin was still a hundred times more responsible than sober-other-people.
"After this song -- no wait, after I finish this beer -- you're dancing with me. Okay. Okay? Okay!" If Justin's uncharacteristic enthusiasm wasn't a clue to his merry state, the desire to gyrate around to music in public most certainly was. So much for having Sarah around to keep him from making an ass of himself.
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Post by Noah Coulson on Dec 11, 2012 18:57:00 GMT -6
((ooc: Late, late, late! But I'd still like to 'finish' this so I thought I'd continue replying as Noah in the hope that you guys want to continue too!))
Noah frowned slightly, “I don’t get it, mate, what happened?” he asked in a mystified, and also slightly concerned, tone as Justin explaining how he wasn’t going to be an Auror anymore. Sensing the other guy really would rather talk about anything but it, again it seemed, he nodded and held his hands up in surrender, “Alright, alright, no serious life talk then. To inebriation it is!” he proclaimed in the manner of making a heartfelt toast, raising his bottle as you would a champagne glass, before proceeding to down a considerable mouthful of it.
“No, it doesn’t, does it? Maybe he’d been playing Quidditch and sustained a Bludger blow to the head just before he booked us and made that offer of free drinks?” the boy suggested before shrugging it off – he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially if that horse was Bradley, he’d take what he could get. Looking over to the guy in question as Justin shouted he shrugged in a ‘what can you do, you agreed to it’ expression and then grinned, turning back to Justin, as Bradley seemed to begrudgingly turn to fill the order for more beer, and stat! He finished the last of his beer and shrugged, “Thanks mate,” Noah replied quietly, beginning to pick at the label on his bottle instead as Justin talked of his own relationship issues, “Really? You love him then?” he said simply, pretty much finishing Justin’s unfinished sentence for him, as he then looked up at him knowingly, “That… sucks. Sorry mate.”
“Dave huh?” Noah looked thoughtful before frowning visibly as Justin explained what he knew about this mystery guy, “Oh god, really? Can’t he just be an utter dick and have done with it? I’d feel better if he was. Or would I? I wouldn’t see why Casey would be with him if he was. Was I really that terrible of a boyfriend that he seems nice in comparison? Ugh,” he broke off into a loud groan of annoyance, slumping forward with his head in his hands momentarily, “I’m such a selfish dick. Why can’t I just be happy for them?” he mumbled, forcing himself to perk up as he heard a very familiar voice calling his name. Putting on a grin that entirely masked his real emotional state at that moment he wrapped his arms around Adriana too and hugged her in greeting, “Hey Truscott, you all better now? You’re looking it… if a little tipsy,” he joked with her, smiling as she said the band was good, “Thanks, you’re too kind. And I’ve already had a drinks order shouted at Bradley, I’m good,” he assured her, bemused at her complete lack of depth perception evident as she poked him in the chest as she tried to point to him.
Raising an eyebrow, “You actually want to dance, Biermann? Without being forced? You’re a better man than I,” he chuckled good naturedly, clapping the other boy on the shoulder in a friendly manner before pointing a jokingly warning finger at Adriana, “Don’t wear him out, Addy, I want him returned in one piece.”
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Post by Adriana Truscott on Jan 7, 2013 15:50:19 GMT -6
((ooc: Sorry I am such a terrible person and this is incredibly late, but yes I would love to finish this if you two want to?))
Adriana hugged Noah in return. "Yes I'm feeling great!" she said weaving a little on the spot with her drink. She was a bit tipsy to say the least. Then her attention was immediately turned to Justin and her eyes widened for a moment before a wide grin spread across her face in an expression of utter glee.
"YES, we must dance!" she returned by setting her empty glass down grabbing Justin's hand and moving towards the dance floor, "Don't worry I'll bring him back in one piece," she called back to Noah with a laugh, "You should join us," she suggested.
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Post by Noah Coulson on Jan 7, 2013 18:10:15 GMT -6
((ooc: I'm still up for bringing it closer to a conclusion if you all want to too! On the agenda- Bradley to make sure Ad gets home safely, Noah to be off with Casey and Doug, Lydia to be there and notice what's going on with her big bro and usher him away from Casey before he says something he regrets and help him home after he drinks to forget, Cara?))
Noah laughed, "Yeah, apparently so," he agreed as her hug was quite enthusiastic to say the least. "Ad? Oxygen is something I could do with right now," he jokingly reminded her to release him before smiling as her attention was caught by Justin's offer to dance. "You've done it now, mate," Noah stage-whispered to Justin as they both saw how gleeful the girl had become at the prospect of dancing. "You know I don't dance, Truscott, and to do so would be a degradation to the word 'dancing' itself!" he exclaimed dramatically but fixed her with a look that was a firm 'no' to dancing.
He really only danced if forced... and even then he'd need to have had a skinfull of lager before a pretty girl could persuade force him to 'dance'. With this in mind he got to his feet and made his way over to the bar to pick up the round of drinks Bradley had kindly (read: begrudgingly) shoved on a tray for him and the band. "Thanks O'Connor," he called to the other boy who was busy serving a throng of other customers before he picked up the tray and located Elliot, Greg and Harrison and handed them their drinks, dumping the tray on a random nearby table.
Turning around he suddenly decided a chat with Casey would be a splendid idea and wandered over to where she was still sat whilst her date tried to get noticed at the busy bar to get them drinks. "Hey," Noah said quite suddenly, "Fancy seeing you here," he tried for a casual tone, working quite hard to affect a totally cool, nonchalant air, "So... you didn't know it was us playing here tonight, did you?"
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