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Post by Douglas Pearson on Apr 1, 2013 18:10:49 GMT -6
"I'm always well prepared for a game of strip poker! And my chest hair probably counts as a second jumper," Doug joked cheerfully about his many layers, now merely a button-down with a tee-shirt underneath. And the aforementioned chest hair. He took the balled-up violet jumper in his hands and groaned. "But it's so hooooottttt in here, I don't waaaaant to wear it," he complained before throwing it over his shoulder instead.
"Aaaaand when exactly were you planning on destroying me?" Doug asked jovially before darting around the table: ducking, bobbing, weaving, and bouncing back and forth between his feet as he tried to decide where to line up his shot (changing his mind multiple times). He finally found a good angle, though he executed the shot terribly and was mostly lucky he didn't take anyone's eye out. He didn't get too upset, though, instead deciding that drunk cue sports were just a fun experiment in randomness and chaos theory. "What'd you mean before? About Kyle's 'game'?" he asked, always a little behind the curve.
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Post by Juliet Tancredi on Apr 2, 2013 6:23:39 GMT -6
“Um. Were you anticipating an impromptu game in the middle of a bar?” Juliet asked in bafflement with a laugh as he joked about his chest hair, “You are… an impressively hairy gent, I’ll give you that,” she inclined her head as though acknowledging a hit. “Look I’m not your mother, Pearson, I’m not going to make you wear your jumper,” she nudged him playfully in the side as he complained about it being too hot. “Also, such a cue for a Nelly song… it’s getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes-” she trailed off, quickly adding, “Don’t!” with hands raised as though to stop an inevitable stripping from Doug.
The blonde smiled in that sickly sweet, and threatening, manner at him, “I was planning on destroying you with this snooker cue. I don’t know if you’ve ever been beaten with one?” she asked innocently, unable to keep up the unimpressed act for long as she watched him ducking and bobbing whilst trying to find the right shot to play. She barely concealed a laugh as his shot went horribly off-target, the ball barely staying on the table itself, and patted him consolingly on the back, “Well. This is going to be interesting, between my inability to aim and your drunkenness, this might take all night.”
She stopped to chalk her cue, looking across the table at Doug and frowned, “Do you seriously need to ask me that?” she scoffed slightly before putting the chalk back down and lining up her shot as she continued to speak, “Your couch-surfer buddy is into my cousin and Kyle’s just meddling to force them to confront the issue at hand, namely whether or not both of them are going to be able to get past the fact they work together and are apparently both commitment-phobes for long enough to drunkenly do something about it. Personally, I’m behind the incredibly unsubtle scheme but I don’t think it’s going to happen. I know my cousin, she’ll panic and over-analyse the situation, I expect a bathroom conflab any minute now. I vaguely know Aaron thanks to assertively 20 Question-ing him one night, he’ll be too tentative about the whole thing to actually just ask her out.” She took her shot and actually managed to pot a ball, celebrating with a loud whoop before lining up the next shot, “You know him better than me, oh wise one, does that sound about right for Clarky?”
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Post by Aaron Clarke on Apr 2, 2013 6:29:28 GMT -6
“Yeah, she’s fantastic,” Aaron agreed as Hannah spoke of her cousin, “Ohhhh, yeah she mentioned something about helping her this week with something she’s working on for her YouTube. Well actually she kind of recruited me to help without me even knowing what was happening. She’s quite… forceful isn’t she?” he commented good humouredly with a chuckle and a shake of his head at this particular personality trait of Juliet – it was something he’d already cottoned onto despite not knowing her for very long at all. “Hmm?” he responded distractedly, looking up at Kyle and Doug disappearing to the bar, “This isn’t the worst he’s been. He doesn’t make moves himself to sober up unless you withhold alcohol from him and swap it with water instead. Which I trust Kyle enough to realise. I think I do anyway,” he corrected himself with a casual shrug.
He looked sideways at her intently, “Oh wow, really?” Aaron replied in surprise as she started to talk of her violin playing, “That’s really cool though. I wish I had the patience or discipline or was musically talented enough to play something like that! And it’s brilliant that you’ve kept it up throughout your life,” he enthused. His grin faltered slightly as she asked about him then, “Yeah… I… uh… I figure Kyle has probably jokingly alluded to it already as a means to try to embarrass me but yeah, I sing, a lot, whenever I can and people don’t tell me to shut up,” he admitted tentatively, absentmindedly running a hand through his hair in slight awkwardness. “And promise not to tell the guys back at the office – because I know Ja-some of them would have a field day with it – but I used to do a lot of stage stuff when I was younger. I had waaay too much energy as a kid so I don’t know my parents clearly decided pushing me on a stage was a good thing…? Even when I went to Hogwarts most of my holidays were spent back in Manchester doing youth theatre. It was a lot of musicals, my mum’s really into them, Phantom, Les Mis, Wicked, so we were all raised on musical theatre at home. I had a voice coach for most of my teenage years, the lessons still sort of stick now even though I don't sing semi-professionally any more. I mean, for one, he'd be lecturing me about drinking this now, but I like to think I still stick by the rest of his philosophy on looking after your voice.”
He paused to take a sip of his pint, “My sister’s actually at stage school right now so most of that musical energy I used to have is now occasionally channelled into helping her with any audition pieces or learning choreography,” Aaron admitted with a sheepish smile, “Oh and drunken Queen karaoke, obviously,” the bloke added lightly with a hint of his usual carefree smile returning. Well, she hadn’t completely laughed in his face so that was positive, right? “Sooooo uh has that completely driven you away from ever considering me anything close to a friend or-?” he asked jokingly, his eyeline quickly flicking up from the table to her to gauge her reaction.
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Post by Bradley O'Connor on Apr 2, 2013 13:00:43 GMT -6
Having had the oh so fun task of lugging a keg up the stairs and changing the barrel on one of their more popular lagers, Bradley emerged from the bar’s cellar where he’d been to turn the pump’s gas back on. He moved over to the pump and pulled a pint to ensure there weren’t any more bubbles in the liquid, pouring the liquid down the overflow as it was all clear and ready. “I swear I’m going to delegate stuff like this all the time now,” he commented to Justin as he reached for a bar towel to dry his hands off, unrolling his pushed-up shirt sleeves then and rebuttoning the cuffs. He barely bartended anymore as it was – now O’Connor’s was well established and bringing in a healthy profit, Bradley had been able to employ more barstaff so that even on their busiest nights, they were never run off their feet. Sometimes he just liked to pretend he was actually helping ‘on the pub floor’, as it were, rather than spending all his time either cooped up in his office at the back or in meetings with breweries and distributors. “What was with the irritatingly white-teethed blond guy? You know him?” he asked curiously as he finished buttoning and glanced up as Juliet finished her set and said her thank yous.
“Alright… so… as hard as this is for me to admit at times, maybe Truscott does know what she’s talking about when it comes to music,” Bradley confessed. The way he’d said it you’d think he was admitting to something horrendously difficult and controversial. “I’m now willing to admit that I know bugger all about music and don’t appreciate it to the level that Truscott, Coulson, Tancredi etc. etc. seem to. But Jules was good, yeah? My limited musical appreciation as a heathen, as she has rightfully designated me, says it sounded good.”
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