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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2015 17:45:17 GMT
and we know it’s never simple never easy…no one here to save me Kaitlyn didn't want to go to a night club but the birthday girl - well more like the "late" birthday girl - wanted to go, and she said that a cute bartender was there working every night. The girl wasn't so shocked that her flatmate knew, or recognized the face of the bartender. Kaitlyn remembered how she would babble on and on about how handsome and wondered if he ever married. The girl just rolled her eyes. The nineteen year old warned her that he might even be too old for her, but she didn't care. Her flatmate, Alexis, always had a thing for older men. Alexis would always ask Kaitlyn who she looked for in a guy, but she never really thought about it. Of course she wanted to date someone her age or a little older, but she hasn't been looking so what's the point of knowing her type?
Kaitlyn took one last glance in the mirror before Alexis started dragging her out of her room with her jacket on. It's a good thing that the girls planned this in advance so she could study more the days before. Once she was outside the bitter cold hit her like a ton of bricks. She was dressed in one of Alexis' many clubbing dresses. It was a shade of red with one sleeve for her left arm and her right arm was bare. The dress only went down to her mid thigh and she felt like tugging at it every time. Kaitlyn wasn't accustomed to wearing a dress like this. She never really like to go clubbing and never sought out to buy such dresses. She felt ridiculous wearing such a tight short dress, but Alexis said that it was the appropriate attire for clubbing.
The girl pulled on her leather moto jacket and zipped up. She was freezing. The night breeze would be nice maybe after she went into the club, but she just got out of her warm flat. She walked with her flatmate and saw their friends standing in line already. The cold was unrelenting and she felt like going into the nearest building for some warmth. Kaitlyn greeted all of her friends with a shy smile and just stood in line with them until it was time for them to go in. When she stepped inside the warmth of the club was evident. She unzipped her moto jacket, but didn't take it off. The girl pulled her long blonde hair into a bun, so none of the men in the club could pull on her hair and drag her to the dance floor.
She didn't want to dance and told her friends that she'll be by the bar. Her friends left her alone and went dancing on the dance floor. At least they're all together and not one girl is dancing by herself. that would be awful. While she sat at the bar she looked at the menu and wasn't sure what she should try. The girl isn't much of a drinker. Kaitlyn looked for the bartender and saw that he was cleaning a cup. "Excuse me, what do you recommend?" The girl asked the bartender. Is this the bartender Alexis was talking about? The girl thought as she looked back down at the menu, trying to figure out what was what. template by Margie @ Adoxography 2.0 |
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Post by CALLUM MATTHEW O'MALLEY on Jan 16, 2015 7:49:19 GMT
FOR ALL THOSE LONELY HEARTS OUT THERE HAVE A DRINK ON ME, OR MAYBE TWO, WHAT DO YOU THINK? 396 WORDS @kaitlyn OUTFIT DESCRIBED HERE WE GO |
Another late night. It was Callum’s thing. Start work around nine at night and finish about five in the morning. Sleep until about eleven and then up and about doing Witch Hunter business. That was easier done during the daylight than any other time. The brunette was dressed in his usual white tshirt, which could definitely be a size bigger for comfort but was not, and black jeans. His old jacket was in his locker and he was currently trying to clip his suspenders on. Callum felt a need to talk to his boss about the attire. He sighed when he finally got them to clip and slipped them off his broad shoulders and let them hang on his hips. He then grabbed the ridiculous hat he was forced to wear before heading into the bar section. Time to start.
The beginning of his shift was him taking as many orders as possible and doing the regular show with his mate. They tossed cups and bottles, took out matches and dry ice. It was their money maker, which the boss had no complaints about. When it finally slowed down and the mix master was out, was when the orders slowed down a bit. Cal ended up leaning against the wall behind the bar, picking up glasses, wiping them down and then moving onto the next. He did about a dozen before A blonde was in front of him. Callum put a cup down and came closer to her, managing to catch her sentence over the loud noise called music.
“Well that depends sweetheart,” He began. “Are you a lightweight? Or can you handle your liquor? Do you like fruity, sweet, sour?” He crossed his arms over the counter leaning towards her, “I can make you anything you want and keep you entertained.” He assured her. He waited a bit, “How about I keep it simple? What’s your favorite fruit, and how strong would you like your drink?” he raised an eyebrow at her hoping he helped a bit. He guessed she wasn’t use to this atmosphere or drinking since she seemed to have no idea what to order and asked his recommendation. If it were Cal, he’d order a single malt whiskey on the rocks. Callum pushed himself up and grabbed a glass and placed it on the counter waiting for her response. "What's your name?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2015 5:02:42 GMT
and we know it’s never simple never easy…no one here to save me The girl sat there looking at the menu. She was perplexed by all of those names for drinks. Who comes up with such names? She thought as she flipped the menu over to find more drinks with weird names. She put it down feeling a little overwhelmed, that was when the bartender answered her question. She was a bit taken aback when he called her "sweetheart". She wasn't used to hearing that. No one called her sweetheart except for the woman who was the head of the orphanage. Kaitlyn asked to be called sweetheart because she had heard other parents call their children that back at school. Kaitlyn tried to listen over the music, if it even was music. She processed what he had asked her. He asked a lot of questions. She wasn't even sure if she caught all of that. But she did catch the last question he asked her.
"Can I have something light and fruity?" The girl asked pushing the menu away towards her left. She didn't want to look at it anymore. It was too overwhelming for her. This time Kaitlyn had a good look at the bartender. He was clean shaven, had short hair that was probably styled with minimal amount of gel. Kaitlyn also noticed that he seemed fit. The girl ran every morning, that's all she really did. "Oh and my name is Kaitlyn, yours?" She asked him. It was only polite to ask what his name was. She didn't want to be rude and not ask him, it just didn't seem fair to not ask him. Kaitlyn was taught to be polite, but she's only polite if she wants to be. The girl may seem shy but she's not. She just tends to keep to herself and talk to people if she needs to or feels like it.
"Do you have another job besides this?" The girl asked wondering if he had another job. She was curious. He didn't seem like someone who would work in an environment such a this. Well, Kaitlyn sure felt like a fish out of water. She was not much of a night club kind of girl. She liked to stay in her room, study, run, and see hang out on campus or at coffee shops. She mainly would stay on campus and walk around the park whenever she had time. She liked to hang out but not an environment like this. The music was way too loud for her, and she felt like her head was pounding just from the bass. Kaitlyn watched her friends dance the night away. She smiled, glad that her friends were having a good time. She leaned on the bar table and ran a hand through her blonde waist-length hair. template by Margie @ Adoxography 2.0 |
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Post by CALLUM MATTHEW O'MALLEY on Jan 21, 2015 0:07:54 GMT
FOR ALL THOSE LONELY HEARTS OUT THERE HAVE A DRINK ON ME, OR MAYBE TWO, WHAT DO YOU THINK? 416 WORDS @kaitlyn OUTFIT DESCRIBED HERE WE GO | “Light.” He looked around his bar, “And fruity.” He nodded. Callum thought for a moment before took out a long glass and put the other one away. He then open the fridge behind him. He filled the cup with some ice and began splashing some liquids in it. Started off with Smirnoff Passion Fruit, then a cherry. He then splashed in a bit of cranberry juice, pineapple juice, grapefruit juice. He then put a couple pinches of bitters before pouring in some more lemon lime soda. He then took an umbrella and stuck it in and bordered the edge with a pineapple and orange piece.
The guy smirked at her, “Fruity and light. I made sure not to put too much alcohol.” Callum placed the glass in front of her and grinned. “Tell me what you think.” He nodded before he began cleaning up the small mess he made. He put the juices back in the fridge, the bottle of Smirnoff back on the shelf and the soda back under the counter. He then picked up another cup and began wiping it off with a rag. Callum was always busy, or he at least made himself look busy. There wasn’t much else for him to do. He was stuck in the limbo between trying to life and trying to exist. At least he had work. That kept him out of a lot of trouble and kept him mind occupied.
“Kaitlyn? Nice to meet you Kaitlyn!” he smiled at her while he worked on this particular glass. Did he have another job. The man raised an eyebrow at him. If it weren’t for the bad in the world, he would have had a great job, father and husband. He have people to go home and laughter to fill his house. But now. Yeah he had another job. This one was because of the bad of world. Callum hunted down the bad in the magical world. He had no reason to hunt them all. Just the ones who kill and torture for the group known as the Death Eaters. The people who killed him family. “Sort of, hardly pays.” He shrugged and put the glass down, picking up another one, “More like community service.” He said a little amused to his reference. “What about you, sweetheart? What do you do with your time? Other than appear in a bar and drinking… every once in a full moon?” He looked at her while he cleaned off the the glass.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2015 3:56:14 GMT
and we know it’s never simple never easy…no one here to save me Kaitlyn watched as he made the drink. It seems like he has been working there for a while. She was already expecting the drink to taste great even before he finished it. She watched as he poured this or that into her cup and finished it off with a small umbrella and added a pinneapple and an orange on the edges. She smiled, she liked the presentation for the drink. "Thank you." She said with a small smile to show her appreciation for making the drink. She took the umbrella out and held it in her other hand as she took a sip of the drink that he just made. She nodded approving the taste of the drink. She couldn't even taste the alcohol. "It tastes great." Kaitlyn said with another smile as she took another sip. Kaitlyn put the drink down and put the umbrella back into the drink. She wasn't sure if she was even supposed to take it out in the first place. She felt like anyone can tell that she's not someone who should be sitting at a bar.
Nice to meet you, too. What's your name?" She asked again. Apparently the bartender didn't hear her the first time. She was probably not speaking loud enough for him to hear. The music was quite loud and Kaitlyn, not being accustomed to such an environment she wasn't sure on how loud she should be speaking. Kaitlyn could barely hear herself speak over the music. Her eardrums were probably crying because it feels like her eardrums are about to burst. She never liked blasting music in her room, or ever really. Kaitlyn usually kept her music at a resonable volume. She didn't want to bother her flatmate with loud music, but Alexis liked listening to her music blasting from her room. Kaitlyn had to constantly tell her to turn it down so she can study in her room. Most of the time Kaitlyn just decided to stay on campus and study in the library. She found it annoying that she constantly had to tell Alexis to turn it down.
She listened to him as he described his job to her. She nodded, glad that there were some people who still actually did community service. She was going to inquire about his community service but he beat her to it by asking about her. Kaitlyn chuckled, the fact that he said once in a full moon about her drinking was an understatement. She doesn't drink, not even socially. Maybe she'll drink champagne or something, but still she won't pick up a glass until someone asked her to or gave it to her. "I'm a nursing student at University of West London, and I don't drink, I rarely do." She said as she felt the bass of this song making her feel like an earthquake was taking place. Kaitlyn took another sip of her drink before setting it down. "What kind of community service do you do?" The girl asked looking at the bartender. She tried looking for her friends on the dance floor but she couldn't find them. They're probably in the bathroom. The girl told herself. template by Margie @ Adoxography 2.0 |
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