PARRRRRTAAAYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!(O2A)

[cryss]

Crysstal's attention was heavily on the woman a few seats down at the bar area, yelling out something or another while Mikki placed her order to the bartender. She seemed to be pretty drunk from the way she was acting. Or at least Cryss hoped she was drunk. If not, no telling what she'd do once she was. She seemed to be almost hysterical and after nodding her head a few times like she was almost agreeing with the ranting and raving she was doing she placed her order too.

"I'll have, whatever that woman down the bar is having. If that doesn't loosen me then nothing will. If it's hard liquor or beer, I don't care. Just whatever she's having."

The bartender smiled, looking down to where the woman was sitting.

"Not a bad choice seeing as how she looks to be feeling right now. Be right back with your orders girls. Sit tight."

He scampered off to get their drinks for them while Cryss leaned in a bit closer to Mikki, her arms resting against the bar counter so as to keep her words as private as she could, after taking a quick peek at the bartenders backside.

"So, now that I've got you in a place where we can talk, tell me about this situation with you and your boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend or whatever. Better yet, tell me about the girl you were almost about to spill the beans about over the phone. How's that work anyway? You have one of those open relationships or somethin'?

[Jayceon Williams]

He raised his bottle up high in the air as she spoke. Nodding his head as he held the bottle above his head. And with his free hand? He lifted that one up in the air and flipped the random spots the bird. Letting what appeared to not be there, know that he didn't give a damn about the goverment watching and waiting for the people to screw up. He then lowers it and begins to nod his head.

Damn... Think I'm in love...

"I ain't think anyone else caught the "religion," like I caught it. The damn government out there creating all these different religions for us to follow. Want us to line up like little pawns in their game. Following their strict rules so that they can control a person's life. It's the most fucked up scheme that they have come up with to date, and it's damn near taken over the whole world. Sure, they divided them. They gave them different names. Different almightys. But if you boil it down to what it's really about, they're all the same. If you look at it all, they're the same story. They are the same story with slight changes and different names and faces. It's the greatest damn conspiracy the government has come up with and it's got damn near the entire world under it's thumb. I thought I was the only one who knew about this damn shit. I tell ya... I get funny looks... I get people calling me crazy... People saying that I'm out of my mind... People need to listen to reason. It's the damn truth. Only a chosen few like myself and you see it. People are blind to the damn fact. They are blind to the damn facts. They don't see the truth. They don't see what's really going on in the world. The government controls all. They see all. They watch all. They know all. Lock me up. Throw away the key. Call me legally insane. That's the only way that they can keep the truth from getting out. That and eventually getting around to putting an end to my life ultimately."

He shook his head. Lifting the bottle again. Sipping the alcoholic beverage inside. And lowering it back onto the bar.

"It's fucked up. The government got everyone at their disposal and it's so damn bad that they've gone globally with it. And damn near every fuckin' person... every fuckin' child... even the damn children... They got them all at their disposal. They've got them all believing what they're told to believe. Bastards..."

[vault]

"No, Me and my boyfriend don't have an open relationship...he's a really nice guy...I love him to death...but we have been growing apart since I decided to further my wrestling career. What pushed me over the edge was He was supposed to visit me when I was in Boston and his flight was canceled so instead of just getting another ticket at a later time he decided to come here to Chicago instead to visit a friend...but the night before that I went out with a lesbian friend of mine and got drunk and one thing lead to another and we ended up doing it...twice. Her name is Jessie Blair...I meet her in Detroit...she helped me get started and I kinda felt maybe a slight attraction to her...and I guess that just kinda grew and just built with my curiosity about...you know...what it would be like with another woman...and I gave into it..."

[darkstarr]

"See... now, that's what I'm talking about....

See normally? I don't talk about none of this shit either you know? Cause like you said, people look at you and think "that person is crazy as fuck" and all that. Drinking though..... like a magical truth serum or something. I remember one time... hah ha... oh shit, me and one of my friends, we got bombed right. I mean.... plastered, drunk, wasted beyond belief. So... instead of just passing out after watching movies or something. We start calling up ex boyfriends and shit right? Got one of mine on there.... had him put me on speaker phone cause he was in the kitchen with "his boys" right? Figured I'd be pumping up his little ego so, he put me on speaker phone right?

HA!

I ripped INTO his ass in FRONT of his "boys". Talked about how he was a bit to FAST on the draw if you get my drift. They were loving it so much they held him back, so they could hear me tear into his ass. I went offfffffffff on him Jinny I tell you what.

About how he'd cry sometimes after sex because he thinks he wasn't good enough? Good LORD! COME ON NOW! I'm all for romance... sensuality..... the heat and passion of love making........

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But when you have a full grown male, who used to play football. Who is AGAINST a kind of hardcore sex? Does that not SCREAM gay? I have NO problems with a man being gay, but if he's going to scam on me for money, a place to stay and "bragging rights" to his friends who think he's straight AND let him shower with them in the locker rooms? I'm gonna expose that lying ass."

[cryss]

The sound of the drinks being placed on the bar in front of them was the only thing that broke Cryss' line of vision from Mikki's face. Hearing that story was a bit disturbing. Not that she'd feel different about a friend who was gay or bi-sexual or whatever she chose but, she just never thought of Michelle in that way before. To say she was surprised would be an understatement.

Shaking her head she picked the beer bottle up and slowly brought it to her lips, still thinking over the story Mikki had just told her. What was she to say after that? Everything'd be alright? That'd be a lie. And a big one too. She figured all she could do at this point was be supportive. If there was a way to do that in this situation anyway.

Putting the beer back down on top of the counter, Cryss takes a few seconds to look around the bar again, spinning around in her stool to face back towards the exit, her back leaned against the edge of the bar counter.

"So let me make sure I understand this before we go on anymore. You were mad at him for not coming to see you. Which opened the door for you to finally explore like you've been wanting to for a while. Now, you and this Jessie girl are what, like an item now? Just like that? First off did you tell him about it? You say you love him so, you gotta wanna try to save the relationship. Hard enough to find someone out there nowadays."

[Jayceon Williams]

"Goddamn girl... Ha, ha, ha, ha, HA! ;D That muthafucka is ghey. That muthafucka is ghey all the way. Dude in denial. On that border line shit between straight and ghey. Dude think he straight so he going to go around to all his homies and act straight... But the bastard sound like he gets a bit curious from time to time and might have a little hidden sugar in his tank. I ain't got a damn thing against ghey people. They ain't bothering me. I ain't bothering them. But if you ghey, then fuckin' be ghey. Don't sit there and pretend to be something yer not.... And how the hell can anyone be AGAINST hardcore sex?"

He shook his head and began to laugh to himself. That was funny. That made him laugh. Someone crying after sex? Only if it's a virgin girl, he could see that. But a dude? Probably fucked a few in his life time. And he's crying? Nah. Something wrong with that picture.

"How the hell you going to be against something like that? That's the best kind to have. Take the damn girl off to the bed and fuckin' rock her damn world ALL night long. To the break of dawn. Don't matter what we do either. Bent over. Laying on yer back. Legs cocked up in the air. Sideways. Hair pulling. I do it all. Whatever the damn deal is. You can't look at that and not think it's good. How someone going to be against that? Some of the best damn sex you could ever experience is some of the roughest and most hardcore type of shit you can do. I ain't against the romantic and sensual stuff. Like you said. Ain't like I can't get into that. I totally did that if that's what the mood is in. But if they wanna get down and get rough in the bed? I'ma tear it up and make sure you sleeping by the end of the night. Period."

He lifted the bottle up to his lips. Takes the final sip from the bottle in his hand. Emptying the bottle into his throat. Consuming some of that great alcohol and set the empty bottle on the bar.

"But yeah.. That dude you talking about... Need to get his ass outta the closet and stop fakin'."

[darkstarr]

"Well don't tell me what you really think Jinny

God damn, haha. Yeah.... he was a nice guy, just... to nice. Sometimes the whole making sure you're alright and asking if the pillow is soft enough.... gets tired as fuck. I've had people treat me like everyone else, my whole life. Which pretty much means I've been screwed over universally as far as life goes. Yet when I grew up a bit more, and puberty hit me like a freight train... all of a sudden, guys are all lovey dovey and hallmark special on me. Trying to give me flowers, talking about poems.... I had this one guy? Come up next to my apartment at the time.... tossed a couple rocks at my window...

.....

Pulled out a guitar, and started trying to sing Neil Diamond kinds of shit up at me.

Jesus..... I haven't been in a relationship in a while now that I think about it. Been single for the most part anyway.... guess I'm kind of so used to it now I almost TRY to make it happen you know? Like... a secondary nature or something... probably not healthy...

Then again...

Neither is drinking with someone in a bar, and yelling at the ceiling like it's looking down at us. So... fuck it."

Becca laughs a bit as she takes another big chug out of her bottle, finishing it off. She holds it up in the air and looks into it with her left eye. Yep. Finished. Putting the bottle down, she looks up at the clock once more and sighs before tapping her knuckles on the counter, ordering another drink. Fuck it. She wasn't driving anyway, apartment wasn't to far away. She'd be fine. Not in the mood to fuck around anyway, she'd simply drop anyone who got in her way. She arches her back a bit, trying to crack it with a grunt.

"Jesus...

How old are you Jinny?"

[Jayceon Williams]

"Yeah... I don't know much about all that extreme. I ain't ever went to that lengths. Then again, most the chicks that are my ex's weren't all up into that "luvey-duvey" type of junk. I don't know"

He raised his eyebrow a bit as she questioned his age. Weird question, it seemed. It was just a simple question. How old was Jin Remmy. He didn't give it much thought. It was just a question about his age. No need to lie. He just shrugged it off and answered...

"My age? Twenty three years of living on this planet is what you see before you Becca. Why you ask?"

He raised an empty bottle up in the air and shook it a little bit. Trying to get the bartender's attention. He could go for another. Been awhile since he's actually chilled in a bar and tossed back some cold ones. Been awhile since he's actually had a drink in a bar with someone other than Dustin. Of course, there were people he met in bars. But no one he had actually held a conversation like this. Especially this long. The bartender gives Remmy a nod and sends on his way across the bar. He reached out and grabs it once it arrives to where he's at. He popped the top and turned his attention back to Becca. Awaiting her answer of why she wanted to know how old he was.

[vault]

" I want to save it yea...Jeff loves me enough to get my initials tattoo'd onto his back...so I think he wants to you know spend the rest of his life with me...and he was...my first...i would love to save my relationship with him...he is such a sweet guy...and I had to go and screw it up in a drunken stupor...am I stupid or what?"

[darkstarr]

She looks Jinny up and down for a minute. Seriously? Twenty three? Huh... didn't look that old. Becca shakes her head a bit and chalks it up to the drinking she's been partaking in, fuck it. She knows he's obviously of legal age, no one under it can really hold their booze unless they're like... Irish. Becca just couldn't believe, Jinny was the same age she was. Come to think of it! That meant Dez was YOUNGER than she was! God damn... Becca grabs hold of another beer as it comes to her after Jinny gets sent one of his own. She opens it slowly and takes a small sip before looking over at him again.

"You just don't look that old. I mean twenty one I would have figured.... guess that's a good thing though right? Father time's a pain in my ass...

I'm twenty three too actually Jinny, I just didn't think you looked that old. Course... I am slightly buzzed, so my vision of what you look like may slightly be distorted a bit to the left so to speak. So... doesn't really matter what I think now does it?

Crap... I can't believe I've been here this long drinking. I'm sure the doc will have my head on a platter and bitch and bitch and bitch for hours on end. Trying to instill some more of that nice liberal guilt everyone in this country seems to have so very, very much of."

[Jayceon Williams]

Guess he should take that as a compliment. He didn't look as old as he really is. Could work to his benefit in the future. He ain't want to grow old. Hell, who does? Guess that's good. Whether it's the alcohol that makes her see him younger or if that's truly what she sees, it works to his advantage. Nodding his head, he took a quick drink from his new bottle. Lowering it onto the bar, he responded...

"Ah. I see. Guess I age good or something. Time working on my side or something. 'Bout time something was working for me."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Meh... Let that doctor talk until he goes blue in the face. Life ain't worth living unless yer having fun, ya know? Get wasted. Make some bad decisions. Have a good time. Live yer mothafuckin' life to the fullest. Ya know what I'm saying?"

He raised his bottle up.

"I know, I will. Life's too short to be worrying about all that bullshit he wanna spew from his lips."

[darkstarr]

"No, fucking kidding.

Thankfully it's kind of rare I come out to bars like this unless I'm in a real depression. Aside from that I just stay at home and drink. Works for me, works for most of the country so I figure what the hell. Oddly enough? Me and the doc, we're actually good friends. He was a professor at my college when I was there, we got to be friends....

Damned if I remember HOW now but, yeah we're friends. Course every now and then, like fucking clock work he goes to town with his health smart heart wise rants. I tune him out a lot. Television really helps with that aspect. Ah shit...."

Becca looks up at the clock, speaking of the doc.... looks like that time is coming up again. She takes a big deep breath, a real long one. Then a couple more before tilting the bottle up to her mouth and downing the remainder of it. She shakes a bit, huffing in and out at the effects of the nice little head rush she'd accidentally given herself. Patting the bar counter she slaps down a fifty and looks at Jinny for a moment, letting her eyes focus real slowly.

"Well it was nice meeting someone who's as insane as I am when it comes to society. I live in Chicago, and I go to bars so.... I'm sure we'll run into each other sometime in the future yeah? Remember...

My name's Crowley....

Becca Crowley, haha!

See you 'round Jinny boy!"

Becca hops down from her bar stool, patting the counter again as she smiles at Jin and waves to the bartender. See, Becca made it a point of at least being nice to the people who were willing to get you drunk for a living. Cause in the end all that really matters is getting stone cold face wasted when you hit a bar right? Women go to drink, men go to pick up on the women who drink usually for most males, 'preferably' when said woman IS drunk or on the fast track to said drunkenness. Becca turns around, waving at Jin once more before blowing the bartender a little kiss as she haughtily makes her way out of the bar with a buzzed spring in her step.

[Jayceon Williams]

Goddamn. That girl a fucking trip. ;D Going to have to remember that name. Possibly found himself a new drinking buddy. Somebody who was actually cool and fun to hang out with. Kind of had an understanding of each other. He began to nod his head as he waved bye to her. He stood up from the bar. Feeling a bit of an accomplishment. Might not have scored a number. Might have not even taking any advances on her. But hell... Could say he made a possible friend in the future. Someone he could chill with and just wild out and have fun with. Maybe later something more can happen. For now? Remmy was going to play it cool. He head back over to where his homie Dustin was and slapped him on his back.

"What it is nigga? Still sitting here lonely as fuck with that sad ass look on ya face? Come on now... That's not what bars were invented for... Ya dragged me out here... The hell you ain't doing anything for? Supposed to be yer birthday right? Fuggin' celebrate..."

[cryss]

vault said:

" I want to save it yea...Jeff loves me enough to get my initials tattoo'd onto his back...so I think he wants to you know spend the rest of his life with me...and he was...my first...i would love to save my relationship with him...he is such a sweet guy...and I had to go and screw it up in a drunken stupor...am I stupid or what?"

Cryss listened hard while Mikki told what she was really feeling about the thing between her and her boyfriend. She could tell in her voice and the look in her eyes that she meant what she was saying. Maybe she just had made a mistake getting too close to someone else who she was attracted to and one thing led to another. Cryss knew she could never see herself doing something like that but had to understand that everyone does make mistakes.

"No you're not stupid Michelle. You're probably a little confused about what's going on I think."

"I know if I was in the same situation I'd be mad too so I can see where you're coming from. But going as far as to sleep with someone else, I doubt I'd go that way. But hey, mistakes happen and we can't avoid that ever. All you can do now is try to fix it I guess. You gonna talk to him about it soon?"

[vault]

Thinking for a second before taking a short swig from her beer Mikki shakes her head and responds.

"I'm not sure if I should...I want to but i don't want to see that heartbroken look he is gonna get."

Taking another swig of her beer and setting it down Mikki continues.

"I know we all make mistakes...but I hope he can atleast understand I made one and forgive me if I do tell him."