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Post by darkstarr on Nov 29, 2007 23:20:46 GMT -5
"No... no more scotch.....
Beer now."
Slumped at the bar, perched upon a stool. Swirling her finger in a figure eight on one of the coasters for mugs. The melted water of ice slightly pooling on it, her fingertip runs through it like a skater on ice. Becca Crowley, bar hopping? Nah... getting a drink? Very much so. Was she depressed? Somewhat. Sometimes waves of it would just slam into her like a brick wall dropping itself ontop of a parked car. She grabs the new bottle of beer, opening it up slowly. The sound alone rings in her ears before she takes a gulp. Her sneakers hug the rails of the stool. Tight blue denim jeans, a long sleeved white and pink stripped shirt. Dressed to impress? Hell no. She care? Not really. Becca sighs a bit before breathing in deeply, coughing after she does so at the atmosphere of the bar. |
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Post by Jayceon Williams on Nov 29, 2007 23:26:54 GMT -5
"Bastard..."  He takes the lighter from Dustin. Little did Dustin know, he was sitting with the baddest fucker on the planet.  He ignited the flame. Sparked that blunt. Puf, puff,.... hold.... enjoy.... puff, puff,.... hold,... cough,.... Pass.... ;)He looked around the bar as he passed the blunt. Scanning to see who had come to the place tonight. Spotting a nice little hottie at the bar, Remmy got a smirk on his face. She looked kind of down and out. Time for "superman" to save the day, perhaps? He stood up from his seat and patted Dustin on the back.. "I'll be right back homie..."He headed over to the bar where she was sitting and looked over at the bartender. "I'll have what she's having."He then turned his attention to the woman, and nodded to her. And in his usual fashion... "'Sup ma'? How you doin'? You okay? Lookin' kind of out of it here by ya self."
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Post by darkstarr on Nov 29, 2007 23:31:38 GMT -5
"Huh...
Oh.. yeah. Just uh.... stress release you know, the bottle is a nice place to hide when the "sunshine" of crap known as life starts beating you down. I don't usually go to bars at....
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What time is it?... Ah it doesn't matter. My name's Becca. Who're you?"
Becca wraps her lips around the bottle of beer, taking another chug out of it before setting it back on the bar counter. She was hunched over it a bit more, her seat being pushed about as far as the bar stool would allow it. She swirls her finger around on the coaster again before flipping her hair back a bit. Tucking it slightly behind her left ear. |
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Post by dj on Nov 29, 2007 23:31:47 GMT -5
This mothafucker ditched me again. AINT that about a bitch....
He took a hit, then slammed what was left in his bottle. Fuck pouring it in a glass, taht was a waste of time when drinkin by yerself. Maybe he should walk over and ruin Remmy's plans......
What to do...what to do........... |
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Post by Jayceon Williams on Nov 29, 2007 23:40:17 GMT -5
Damn. Girl depressed like a muthaf.... That's a shame. Remmy began to nod his head as the bartender delivered his order. He reached forward and took ahold of the bottle. Popping open the top, he proceeded to respond to her...
"Damn... Sounds like you got it bad... Nice to meet you Becca.. Names Remmy. Jin Remmy. And the time is..."
He looks around. Trying to spot a clock somewhere on the wall. Once locating one, he then turns his attention back to Becca and continues...
"It's 5:30.... If you don't mind my asking... What's gotcha all... like this? If it's cool that I ask.. I ain't tryna' be nosey or nothing.. If it's on some personal type shit... That's cool. Just tryna' make conversation."
He lifted the bottle up to his lips. Taking a quick sip. Damn. Ain't his usual type of drink, but it'd have to do until he could locate a liquor store and stock up on his personal preferences.
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Post by darkstarr on Nov 29, 2007 23:45:02 GMT -5
"....
Remmy, Jin Remmy huh? So you like.... a black James Bond then? Cause I'd watch some movies of that idea.....
Hm? Oh.. I have depression so you know, it hits randomly. The bottle is a nice friend when I can't chase it away with.... sex or..
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Ha ha, yeah.... that thought went a long way down. ANYWAY!.. It's just some normal depression. You know, watching to much of the News and not enough South Park or something. I let a lot of things get me down real easily, so I find ways to take it out without...
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... Hm..... well, either way! I deal with it in my own way. Cause I don't like doing shit other peoples way. I really.... really... REALLY can't stand doing things other people think I SHOULD. You know what I mean Jinny? It's like.... someone wants you to do this or that, but you feel like flipping them off or burying your boot in their gut.." |
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Post by cryss on Nov 29, 2007 23:46:28 GMT -5
Cryss' eyes opened as wide as saucers stepping thru the door of the bar. She stopped walking, feeling a little bump against her. Mikki had to almost squeeze thru since she had blocked the way in when she stopped walking. Mikki had wanted to get a drink to relax and talk over old times before heading back to where she was staying here in Chicago. They didn't really see much of the city on the way here but it was enough to make Cryss like it already. She knew this was a good idea.
"So where you wanna sit Mik?"
Looking around the room her nose caught a scent quickly. She couldn't really believe what she was smelling here in a public place and had to make sure it was just what she thought it was before Mikki could answer her.
"You smell that? Is that what I think it is?" |
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Post by vault on Nov 29, 2007 23:55:16 GMT -5
Taking a big whiff of the air in the bar...and it was probably what Cryss thought it was...rolling her eyes Mikki responds.
"Yup, and I haven't smelled that since Zach back in high school...he was always a weird one...a tagger who smoked pot...didn't really make sense to me...hmmm...maybe I just didn't see it...or why you dated him..."
Sticking her tongue out at Cryss while they find a seat Mikki continues.
" Why did you date him anyway?" |
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Post by dj on Nov 29, 2007 23:57:47 GMT -5
Dj hung his head down, still hittin on the blunt, waitin for Rem's ass to come back over and get what was left. He wasnt gonna keep it all to himself, even if the fucker ditched him for the purty girl across the way.
Looking up, he noticed two more girls walk into the bar. Wasnt this just the perfect night to be bar hoppin? He quickly set about half the blunt down on in the ashtray, saving what was left for Rem. He grabbed the second 5th of Jack that was brought to his table, and popped the top off of it. Tilting his head back, he downed about a quarter of the bottle. It didnt burn like it did when he was a kid back on the streets of St Louis. Those were good times...good times indeed........ |
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Post by Jayceon Williams on Nov 30, 2007 0:01:19 GMT -5
"Haha... You got jokes... Well... Black and Dominican to be more specific Becca... But... Yeah... A bit cheesy with the Bonds introduction but I like them movies and kind of... I don't know... Force of habit I guess.... Got used to introducing myself like that..."
He shrugged. Anyways... Onto the depression.
"Depression, you say? I feel you on that one. I ain't got no depression of my own, but uh... I've seen it affect people one too many times in the past. Had some friends pushing close to the edge over depression. The whole cutting themselves ordeal. Gets pretty bad. But I know whatcha mean about people talking all this shit about whats "good "for you. Like people know what the hell is good for a person. People don't realize different shit works for different people. Can't assume that everyone the same. People always telling me what I should or should not do. Telling me I need to quit smoking. Telling me I need to quit drinking. I need to quit this lifestyle I'm living and whatever. I'm just like "Shut the fuck up man and let me live my muthafuckin' life..." People always on that shit with controlling people. I might not know exactly what you going through with people tryna' control you while yer depressed and whatnot. But I understand a mothafucka tryna' controll you nonetheless. Shit is crazy. Let a nigga live his life and leave him alone. And as you see..."
He lifts the bottle. He sips the bottle. And he lowers again...
"Still making bad decisions but uh... I like it. Haha..."
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Post by darkstarr on Nov 30, 2007 0:09:27 GMT -5
"Aaaaahhhhhhhh fuck 'em...
Legal age means you can do anything you fucking want as long as it falls within the rights of....
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As long as it falls within the constitution or... something or other. I drink you drink the entire God damn state or.... province or whatEVER the fuck Ireland is, drinks. Screw the doctors hell, hell!
If ANYTHING!
The doctors should be THANKING us for drinking, I've had mine talk my left ear off and bitch and whine about me drinking and eating to much red meat and yadda yadda FUCKING YADDA! Lying ass hypocrites! They TELL you they want you to stop doing one thing that you have EVERY right to do..
But if we DID? Who would they have to look at and pay that fuckin' bill off of? Who would help pay those boat payments with God damn taxes? Hm? HM? Those bastards work for US not the other way around. I'm sick, and tired.... of having people, telling me
"You can't say that Becca"
"You can't do that Becca"
"Becca that's wrong it's not nice"
"It's not politically correct to do that Becca"
Fuck you and your God damn society ruling you hypocritical fat cat white pinstripe wearin suit BASTARDS!" |
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Post by cryss on Nov 30, 2007 0:11:26 GMT -5
Taking a big whiff of the air in the bar...and it was probably what Cryss thought it was...rolling her eyes Mikki responds.
"Yup, and I haven't smelled that since Zach back in high school...he was always a weird one...a tagger who smoked pot...didn't really make sense to me...hmmm...maybe I just didn't see it...or why you dated him..."
Sticking her tongue out at Cryss while they find a seat Mikki continues.
" Why did you date him anyway?" She just had to bring that up now didn't she. Cryss stayed quiet for a few seconds as the two began to walk through the room, looking back and forth for an empty spot to relax and talk over old times. Even with how agitating the topic was she still had to laugh a little bit at her bringing it up.
"Well because I knew somethings about Zach you didn't know. I mean I know he was nothing but a tagger and just seemed to be really weird all the time but, he was actually a nice guy once you got to know him. Hung like a mammoth too. Oh there, let's sit up by the bar and watch the losers get shit faced like we used to do with my father."
Pointing to the empty pair of stools at the bar, the two girls walk at a slow pace, still checking out the people throughout the bar along the way. It seemed to be a rough looking crowd from what Crysstal was used to. Sure Atlanta was a bit on the rough side in certain parts but this just seemed, a bit more for taste. But there was no turning back now she thought. She agreed to come and she might as well go ahead and get used to it as quick as she could.
Finally making it to the bar area, she slowly takes the seat on the left, a few down from another woman and some guy sitting at the bar as well. She drops her purse on the top of the bar, and makes herself more comfortable before smiling towards the bartender who seemed to be making his way towards the two of them. Looking over to Mikki she awaits her friend to place her order first while thinking over just what she was going to have to try to loosen up.
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Post by Jayceon Williams on Nov 30, 2007 0:23:51 GMT -5
She sure was a fiesty one. He liked.  "Damn sure are right about that. People complain left and right about shit... But it's those same damn things they complain about that benefits them in the end. You know what? It's a conspiracy. It's a goddamn conspiracy. I'm telling you. It's like on some brain washing type shit. People think I'm crazy when I start going on about conspiracies, but I fuckin' know. I know shit. This is a damn conspiracy. This is like brain washing people. It's that... that... What the hell is it called? Reversed... uh.... What the.... Psychology. That's it. That's what it is. It's a big damn conspiracy based on reversed psychology. They sa "Don't do this," and "Don't do that," but in the back of their mind... They WANT us to do it. They want us to do what they say not to. And that way... We.... The "Bad" guys.... End up going out and doing the shit they said not to do. And what happens? They get to say "I told you so." Wag their fuckin' finger at us. And act as if they taught us a lesson as they fix us. But the reality of it all? It's a conspiracy. Behind closed doors, they shaking hands and shit with the fuckin' government. Talking about a job well done. Money in their pocket. Fuckin' conspiracies.... I tell ya... I hear shit... I see shit people don't see.... They don't think the people know... But I know... I fuckin' know...."He lifted the bottle up to his lips again. Quick sip. And he continues... "They got the situation so fucked up, that they got others brain washed to do their dirty work for them. Having other people tell us not what to do in order to just reinforce more what they want from us... It's a goddamn conspiracy.... I ain't going to stop doing what I'm doing... But I'm telling you... That's what it is..." |
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Post by darkstarr on Nov 30, 2007 0:33:07 GMT -5
"GOD DAMN RIGHT!
Motherfuckers talk about how society should be, how a lady should act. How people should be or look or talk if they're not WHITE
YA HEARD ME YOU RACIST GOVERNMENT FUCKS!"
Becca hops down off of her stool, looking up at random corners of the bar's ceiling. Obviously.... really probably past the point of when she should have stopped drinking at this point. She points at random parts of the ceiling, with no real direction.
"Bastards always watching, have an eye in the sky over us like hawks watching mice in a fuckin' lab maze. Bastards are dangling fuckin rewards at the end of life like we're supposed to care. You here this religious bullshit?
Act good, act nice.
You're supposed to treat people how you'd want to be treated.
Now what kind of bullshit is that?! If everyone treated everyone else, the way THEY themselves wanted to be treated? You'd have three billion males treating females like kings because in all honesty, the men would want us women to be on our knees twenty three hours out of the God damn day!
I'm tellin you, organized religion? Best, camouflage for a government, EVER!
Bastards try to rule over believers like they're holier than thou versions of fuckin Adolf. Talking about peace and love and an afterlife, after they take over YOUR life and demand you what? Blow yourself the fuck up in some kind of self righteous way of getting back at one half of the planet in which ONE country has ONE dumb fucking leader who thinks the main trade exporting is in MEXICO and not Canada?
Fuck, that, shit.
I don't give a shit if you promise me seventy two virgins when I die, there's no fucking way I'm going to blow myself the fuck up for some God damn asshole who doesn't have the BALLS TO DO IT HIS FUCKIN SELF!"
Becca dusts herself off a bit before hopping up back on the bar stool. Hunching back over as she breathes out a bit and takes another big ass chug of her beer. Ranting feels good sometimes you know? Booze helps that. |
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Post by vault on Nov 30, 2007 0:37:13 GMT -5
She just had to bring that up now didn't she. Cryss stayed quiet for a few seconds as the two began to walk through the room, looking back and forth for an empty spot to relax and talk over old times. Even with how agitating the topic was she still had to laugh a little bit at her bringing it up.
"Well because I knew somethings about Zach you didn't know. I mean I know he was nothing but a tagger and just seemed to be really weird all the time but, he was actually a nice guy once you got to know him. Hung like a mammoth too. Oh there, let's sit up by the bar and watch the losers get shit faced like we used to do with my father."
Pointing to the empty pair of stools at the bar, the two girls walk at a slow pace, still checking out the people throughout the bar along the way. It seemed to be a rough looking crowd from what Crysstal was used to. Sure Atlanta was a bit on the rough side in certain parts but this just seemed, a bit more for taste. But there was no turning back now she thought. She agreed to come and she might as well go ahead and get used to it as quick as she could.
Finally making it to the bar area, she slowly takes the seat on the left, a few down from another woman and some guy sitting at the bar as well. She drops her purse on the top of the bar, and makes herself more comfortable before smiling towards the bartender who seemed to be making his way towards the two of them. Looking over to Mikki she awaits her friend to place her order first while thinking over just what she was going to have to try to loosen up.
Sitting down at the bar Mikki looks down at the three other people and shakes her head before looking back at the bartender as he approaches them.
"What can I get you to ladies?"
Not really knowing what they had on tap Mikki just thinks for a second and replies.
"I'll just have a Sam Adams for now."
Looking at Cryss the bartender who looked to be in his mid twenties and actually really cute looks at Cryss and gives her a big smile while waiting for her order. |
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He ignited the flame. Sparked that blunt. Puf, puff,.... hold.... enjoy.... puff, puff,.... hold,... cough,.... Pass.... ;)He looked around the bar as he passed the blunt. Scanning to see who had come to the place tonight. Spotting a nice little hottie at the bar, Remmy got a smirk on his face. She looked kind of down and out. Time for "superman" to save the day, perhaps? He stood up from his seat and patted Dustin on the back..