Ehryn Homemdoces
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"I want to play with your evil inside."
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Post by Ehryn Homemdoces on Aug 1, 2009 1:01:16 GMT
“Dude. Betcha the leggy blonde won’t let you buy her a drink.” “Yeah? How much?” “Fifty pounds” “I’ll raise it by fifty more” “A whole hundred pounds? It’s not like I’m making shit-tons of money anyway. I’ll bite. What leggy blonde?” “That one, over there.” “Yeah, the one with the nice ass.” “Don’t be crass- and stop pointing. You guys are such children.” “Don’t gripe grandpa, just cause you’re in a midlife crisis.” “Yeah, I haven’t been a child since I grew hair on my--”
Ehryn slammed his shot glass down on the table and swiveled to look at the blonde his mates were talking about. She was sizable, ripe. Not like the other little girls that came into the bar most often, most of them he saw at lunch the next day with big sunglasses on. No, the woman that his bar friends were flipping a gourd over was at least in her twenties and that was all the bald headed man cared about. If he was going to hit on a woman, he was certainly going to make sure she was a woman - not a girl. Holding two fingers up as he turned back to face his ruddy faced comrades, he motioned for the waitress to stop back by the table. “Another round. And something that she’ll like. Bring it to the table.” Ehryn’s voice was a bit hoarse already, the alcohol had already begun burning the back of his throat as soon as he had his first drink. He cocked his head toward the blonde whose face he hadn’t seen as he mentioned the pronoun, then picked up the banter with his boys.
“Don’t know, man. She’s pretty tall. Looks like she could take me.” “She could DEFINITELY take me. Anywhere.” “She could kick my ass. I’d like it though.” “Bloody freak. All sado masochistic and that nonsense.” “Oh look, the German’s using ‘bloody.’ Guess we rubbed off on him.” “Speak for yourself, I didn’t rub on him.” “OFF Gus, I said OFF.” “Fag.”
The other boys, Gus and Jake continued arguing. Ehryn liked them enough, he guessed. They were young though, only a few years graduated from high school and it showed when they drank. Some nights the German man liked the hub-bub the two created. Other nights, he would have preferred someone that could hold a conversation without being ready to fight when things got intense. It was enough to make him feel a little less lonely when the two bickered, but to be honest he was the grandpa of the group and that made him feel more isolated than he cared to think about. Where had his twenties gone, anyway? The waitress returned with the drinks and set two glasses in front of Ehryn, to which he nodded thankfully. Wondering if the girl serving the drinks had actually known what the woman was drinking already, Ehryn figured it was worth the risk to show up with a drink that she wouldn’t like than to not show up with one at all. He took another glance at the two boys bickering amongst themselves, then another at the leggy blonde, then back to the drunk boys. Hell, anything to end the dry spell. Standing up from the table, he shoved his chair back with an angry, arguing screech against the floor, testing his weight on his legs before walking over to the blonde. Fine, just fine, he decided and stalked, yes stalked, over to the woman, his boots crunching slightly on the floor beneath him. While saddling alongside her, somewhat seductively, he was a bit shocked - okay, quite a bit shocked - to realize that he already knew the leggy blonde his buds had been drooling over. The eye patch and the full lips were unmistakable as he muttered her name, befuddled to say the least.
“Logan?”
OOC: Ehryn = &; Gus = ; Jake =
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Post by Logan Fairfax on Aug 1, 2009 2:54:48 GMT
Logan was having a bad night. First, there had been another virus outbreak on the network; easily contained but still annoying. Then she had decided to blow off some steam by shooting up zombies. That went well until some smart ass 12th year students, who were considered dead meat in her book from now on, decided to team up on her. The rest of her team sucked, which was putting it nicely. Not only did she lose, she got destroyed. The only way the night could get any worse was if she had to spend another second of it sober. Which brought Logan to The Weeping Goat. Logan rather liked coming to the pub on the weekdays; the crowd tended to be “older” regulars who actually knew how to drink. Not that there was anything wrong with drinking with the youngin’s. Logan took a sick satisfaction from drinking her students under the table then harassing them in class the next morning. Hangovers are so much fun! Especially when you don’t get them…Logan was particularly enjoying her third Jack & Coke when the waitress interrupted her. Some idiot wanted to buy her a drink, typical. Normally, Logan would have accepted the offer graciously, but she was still in a foul mood. “Not in the mood tonight…” Logan gave the waitress an evil smile. “Could you kindly tell whomever to f*** off? Much appreciated.”Telling off the unknown suitor made Logan feel infinitely better, or maybe it was the fact that she was finally starting to feel a buzz. Having a high alcohol tolerance was fine and dandy when one wasn’t buying the drinks. Otherwise, it was somewhat of a curse. Giving the bartender a broad smile, she downed the rest of her drink, slamming the glass onto the bar. “’nother one, please. Make it a double this time.” Logan was about to reach into her purse for a cigarette when she heard someone approach her. She turned her head slightly to get a better view of, who she could only assume was the poor fool who had tried to buy her a drink. Much to her surprise, and pleasure, the poor fool turned out to not be a fool; Logan would recognized that shaved head and double ringed lip piercing anywhere. “Ehryn! What a pleasure.” Logan smiled; perhaps the night wouldn’t be a lost cause after all. She signaled the bartender again. “Shots! Four Horsemen, black label only! One set for each of us please, my tab. And don't forget my other drink.” The bartender laughed and set eight shot glasses on the bar. He began to fill them with the appropriate liquors (Johnnie Walker, Jack Daniels, Jim Bean, Jose Cuervo) "Please, join me!" Not that she was giving him much choice in the matter...the shots were on the bar already and everyone knew there was a law stating you can't pass up shots which had already been poured. Logan lined her shots up in a neat row, picking up the first one and saluting Ehryn. "Prost!"
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Ehryn Homemdoces
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"I want to play with your evil inside."
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Post by Ehryn Homemdoces on Aug 1, 2009 19:29:25 GMT
Ehryn was slack jawed even as Logan began ordering a round for the both of them. How was he supposed to buy the leggy blonde a drink in front of his friends if the leggy blonde had already put the drinks on her tab? As he picked up the first shot, and murmured “Prost, indeed!” with a small smile, he turned back to his table where Gus and Jake were waiting for a sign of success. Gus was doing the thumbs up sign while Jake was making lewd gestures, both of them grinning like idiots. Turning back away from the two, he launched the shot down his throat and settled in where Logan was sitting at the bar.
He was astonished, just as every time he had drinks with Logan, that she could put away as much liquor as she could. Not to be a chauvinistic, sexist male - okay, completely be a chauvinistic, sexist male - Logan could drink like most men he knew, and could probably drink even him under the table. Especially on a night like tonight where she looked especially firey-eyed. He had to admit, it would have been more attractive on if her if they hadn’t already been friends ahead of time. Ehryn just couldn’t bring himself to look at Logan like that - he guessed that either he had too much respect or too little liquor because generally Ehryn could look at any legal female like that. It was his specialty.
“So are we celebrating or lamenting tonight?” Ehryn leaned against his elbows against the bar and flashed a smile at Logan.
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Post by Logan Fairfax on Aug 2, 2009 3:15:34 GMT
Logan tipped her shot glass back, downing the liquor. She slammed the glass down and, without pausing for breath, slammed the remaining three shots. After slamming the fourth glass down, Logan tipped her head back. She closed her eye, letting the burning sensation move up and down her throat. It didn’t matter how many drinks you’ve had; a shot of Jack Daniels still burned like a mother ****** going down. It was a wonderful feeling and Logan let out a low moan of pleasure.
She opened her eye, looking down at the bar and Ehryn’s remaining shots. “Pansy.” she muttered, chuckling. Her eye slid back, taking in Gus and Jake. The two seemed rather interested in her. She would have to do something about that. “Lamenting. I got stomped earlier. Stupid cocky, camping12th years. They’re all going to burn…” Something in Logan’s booze addled mind clicked and she groaned. “Oh, shit, sorry; didn’t realize you were trying to impress your friends.” She sat forward again, accepting her new drink from the bartender. “Should have let you buy that round. Next four are on you then.”
The shots had done the trick, Logan was feeling the warm tingle of low level drunk. If only it were possible to always feel like this. “You suppose its possible to always feel like this?” Well, Logan guessed you could and answered her own question. “Without being an alcoholic anyways…” Logan leaned a little closer to Ehryn and absently twirled her hair around one of her fingers. “So what’s the bet with your friends? Twenty pounds says I either give you the boot or we scurry off to the Loo for a quickie? Please tell me I’m worth at least twenty.”
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Ehryn Homemdoces
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Post by Ehryn Homemdoces on Aug 2, 2009 4:19:19 GMT
The moan, well, with a man like Ehryn - that only meant one thing. His senses jumped when she did it, but only a bit, he led himself to believe. Ehryn coughed, grabbed for a drink quickly and began to cover up the slight mishap. Blame it on the goose, as the kids said.
Apparently, once Logan got drunk, she was going to go back to campus and off a few of the students. Ehryn fantasized about Logan actually being a badass spy in their midst as he looked at her, wondering if he had ordered a drink to nurse as he liked to do. She was dressed for it tonight, the black suit and the pointy heels - he imagined she could do some serious to a man, or a woman, or a twelfth year for that matter. It wasn’t until he really thought about it that he realized she had been talking about her video games
“And you’re only an alcoholic if you drink before five o’clock I’ve heard. My dear, it’s waaaay after five.” Ehryn spoke around the rim of his second shot as he tossed it down his throat. Ignoring the familiar burn he finished up the last two shots before Logan could call him a pansy again and felt more bleary-eyed than he had before. Seldom getting terribly riled up in the Goat anymore, the German had been doing this same thing each and every night for so long that he thought maybe he was building up a tolerance to it. Then again, that could have just been the boys from the Apocalypse talking. The waitress stopped by and talked close to his ear for a moment when she saw the empty glasses. “Just.. Ehh. Whiskey sour?“ He muttered back to her, mentioning an old favorite, and she was off, clearing all of the glasses on the bar except for those with liquid still in them. The bar itself was starting to get busy, with one group of rowdy kids in the back booth making everyone talk louder just to hear each other.
After Ehryn had finished with the waitress, he leaned back toward Logan, particularly interested in the way that finger had curled around her hair - almost girlishly. “It was a hundred actually and we didn’t even bet if I could get you to the loo, just if you’d let me buy you a drink. 'nless you wanna go back to the loo anyway? I think I‘d break the little guy‘s heart if we did… But we could get five hundred out of ‘em if we took pictures.” He jerked his head toward Gus again and then raised an eyebrow. He spoke in what appeared to be all seriousness, even though he was actually kidding. [/blockquote]
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Post by Logan Fairfax on Aug 2, 2009 6:43:35 GMT
“Pfft!” Logan laughed and took a large sip of her drink. “Its always after five somewhere” Which was very true. Logan loved loopholes, especially when they involved alcohol. She almost choked when Ehryn mentioned the betting wager. “Good lord, don’t you have anything better to spend a hundred pounds on? You better f****** buy me a drink then. I want half the winnings, though.” She downed half her drink without thinking about it, pondering the rest of Ehryn’s offer. It seemed like Logan didn't realize he was joking. With a completely straight face she replied, “For five hundred, would they want pictures of both of us or just me?” Logan bit the corner of her lip, still contemplating. A quick five hundred would buy her half of the parts for her new desktop.
She let out a sigh, “To bad the Headmaster would probably find out.” Her shoulders sagged, slightly, realization setting in. “I have a feeling he would fire me in a heartbeat if those pictures surfaced online, which,” Logan made a sweeping gesture with one hand inviting Ehryn to examine her physique, “with this body and oddity,” she tapped her eye patch. “they certainly would. Damn it, I’m rhyming.” Logan finished her drink, somewhat disappointed. A moment later, her disappointment was forgotten, though. “So, 50 pounds once you win your bet, please.”
Logan took off her jacket and placed it on the bar. As a force of habit more than anything else, she undid the top two buttons on her collared shirt. She raised an eyebrow at the bartender, who came over and took her jacket, placing it behind the counter; one of the perks of being a regular customer. Logan ordered another Jack & Coke, pointing to Ehryn so his friends could see he was picking up the tab. She reached into her purse and withdrew a cigarette and lighter. “Sorry, you mind?” if she were drinking with anyone else, Logan would have lit up without bothering to ask. While she waited for Ehryn’s approval or disapproval, she scanned the bar. It was beginning to fill up nicely, mostly a younger crowd, which suited Logan just fine. One table in the back was being particularly loud. Logan made a mental note to play something loud on the jukebox next time she stood up to drown them out. That’d show the little bastards…
“I need to vent some anger and kick some ass. You want to play something? Pool, darts, pong?” Logan couldn’t quite remember if Ehryn was any good at any of those games in particular or not; she decided to be cocky and hopefully agitate his male need to show up women in sports. Either way, she needed to stand up and do something. If she kept sitting at the bar, she would be wasted in one or two more drinks.
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Ehryn Homemdoces
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Post by Ehryn Homemdoces on Aug 6, 2009 1:06:55 GMT
Ehryn was amazed when she actually considered, amused when her pretty face started calculating, and busted out laughing heartily when she finally revealed what she had been thinking. He almost corrected her, but thought better of it and hid his smile behind the thick glass his whiskey sour had come in. A quiet man when he was drinking, the school chef tended to be more brooding and thoughtful rather than incredibly talkative and boisterous. When he had been a younger man, of course, he had let the liquor get the best of him, had done crazy things that had left him with scars. Now that he had gotten older, however, he though the alcohol enriched his personality instead of made it deteriorate in front of people. Examining her body as her hand swept down it, he nodded in approval and agreement at the same time. “Of course, Logan. If I had realized it was your legs and ass they were looking at, I would have come over without having to take their money.” He winked, caught Gus’s eye and noticed that the boy looked a little grief stricken that Logan had motioned Ehryn had actually bought that round. It looked like the two of them would have to come up with the cash after all.
He waved her on as she lit the cigarette, appreciating how some people could make it look down right pretty. Ehryn, on the other hand, had always gotten dirty looks when he smoked and found he preferred the shiny white teeth he worked on obsessively as compared to a slightly yellowed look. “Whose ass are you going to be kicking, Missy?” He said it playfully, but because she was a girl he underestimated her. Of course, had Logan been another guy, he would have been all up for the challenge, foaming at the mouth and ready for the proverbial ass kicking he would have been dishing out. But, because she had breasts, Logan was immediately no challenge. “Do you mind pool?” Darts and the rest of the mess were okay, but Ehryn was fairly good at pool and had spent quite some time playing it in the Goat, so it had a lot of potential. The stocky man finished his drink with a smile as he waited for her answer and thinking about the way the night could go. If she couldn’t hold the stick right, it was always fun to teach girls how to play.
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Post by Logan Fairfax on Aug 6, 2009 22:21:20 GMT
"Bullshit. You would have tried to get a little more money out of them since you'dve know I'd play along. Or you should have anyway." Logan lit her cigarette and took a deep drag. She held the smoke in for a couple seconds, before slowly exhaling. She blew the smoke away from Ehryn, watching out of the corner of her eye as it curled around her hair. Logan realized that, when combined with the excessive drinking, the cigarettes would probably kill her. She had been cutting back since she moved into the school…sort of. She at least didn’t smoke in her room, too many electrical devices in too small a space was already a fire hazard waiting to happen.
“Pool would be wonderful.” Logan stood, taking only the slightest moment to catch her balance. She stretched, arms over her head, letting the tingly feeling spread across her entire body. “Missy? I’d going to destroy you for that…” Logan gave Ehryn her best ‘bring it on bitch’ look, which was slightly muted by her picking up her purse and slinging it onto her shoulder. She picked up her drink and headed to the pool table. She couldn’t resist giving Ehryn a ‘come hither’ gesture with her free hand as she walked (in a mostly straight line). Upon reaching the table, Logan set her purse and drink down and proceeded to examine the cues. She picked one up, turned it around, then put it back. Logan was attempting to check the balance of the cues without letting Ehryn know; this particular balance was slightly forward for her tastes. Logan picked up another cue and spun it; this one felt right. She turned back to the table, giving Ehryn an odd half smile. “I like the design on this one…”
Logan took a seat on the edge of the pool table. She crossed her legs and unconsciously tapped her foot against the edge of the pool table in time to the music. “You see one of those….never mind.” Logan reached for and picked up the little block of chalk. “Never quite got what these were for.” she lied “but they must do something, no?” She again made a mental note to attack the jukebox sooner rather than later as she chalked up the tip of her cue. “You can break. I need to finish my cigarette first anyways.”
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Ehryn Homemdoces
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Post by Ehryn Homemdoces on Aug 9, 2009 23:33:10 GMT
Wasn’t that cute? She picked a cue based on the pattern. Ehryn smiled, a bit smugly, and vowed not to beat her too badly. It was only gentlemanly to let the lady win, wasn’t it? He chose a rather beaten up cue that he had used many times while in the bar and had almost gotten into fights over other people using when he wanted to. For no particular reason, he was a bit protective of it. Ehryn might have been influenced to simply by it from the owner, but it was almost more fun to intimidate the other patrons into giving it up to him rather than solve the problem easily. “So you’re going to destroy me, libeling?” he asked playfully as he chalked the tip of his cue. He rather enjoyed the bit of growl that Logan’s voice had to it when he used pet names, like he would with any other woman. In this situation, though they had drinks together with other faculty members before, every moment the woman made seemed to be packed with a little more sensuality than normal. Or was that anger toward the kids who had beaten her ass earlier than day? Hell, he couldn’t quiet tell. The balls were already racked in the middle of the table so he leaned over carefully to break them.
It took him a moment, honestly, to make everything work correctly. He felt just a bit fuzzy and that might have thrown him off his game, leading him to not get any balls in on his first try. It simply sent them skittering in all different directions with a loud clattering noise and he cursed under his breath. His bad break was certainly because her trim hips were still stationed on the green felt of the table. It would be okay though, because he told himself that he was honestly attempting to let Logan win. The waitress dropped by and set another whiskey sour on the edge of the table, though Ehryn couldn’t remember requesting another glass. He shrugged and picked it up as he waited for Logan to take her turn. The lovely, leggy blonde wouldn’t happen to be a pool shark, now would she? If she was, then he would certainly regret his next suggestion. “Mm.. How about we put the money we won on the next game?”
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Post by Logan Fairfax on Aug 10, 2009 4:41:28 GMT
Logan put the chalk cube down and took a long drag on her cigarette. She blew the smoke out her nose, watching Ehryn line up his shot. “Libeling? Think the word you were looking for was slandering.” Logan’s brain was speeding up thanks to the mixture of nicotine and alcohol. The feeling was wonderful. She could never understand why one would resort to illegal substances when legal drugs had such magnificent side effects to explore. Ehryn seemed to be a little off his game, which Logan attributed to the alcohol. When he scratched the break, Logan let out an “Awww…” of disappointment and consolation. She finished her cigarette and deposited it in a nearby ashtray.
Logan picked up her pool stick and tilted her head slightly, examining the table. Since she wasn’t bound by stripes or solids yet, she could just pick whichever allowed for the easiest shot. She bent slightly, getting ready to hit the cue ball when Ehryn mentioned money. Logan’s eyebrow twitched, but she attempted to not react to the suggestion. She made some uncertain, ‘I’m thinking about it noises’ then looked up. “Hrm…lemme see what kind of night I’m going to have.” Logan lined up her shot again, allowing her open bridge to wobble slightly. It would throw off her aim a little bit, but if they were putting money down, this game didn’t matter. This game was all about setup.
Crack! Thunk thunk.
Logan pretended to be surprised that she had knocked two solid colored balls into their respective pockets. She looked up at Ehryn and gave him a silly grin. “You’re on! Luck’s on my side tonight!” Declaration of war out in the open, Logan proceeded to sink a striped ball and scratch in the same hit. She swore and smacked her hand against the table. “Doesn’t matter.” She pulled the cue ball from the pocket and rolled it across the table to Ehryn. Logan took a step back from the table, picking up her drink. “I’m still going to win! Just you watch…”
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Ehryn Homemdoces
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Post by Ehryn Homemdoces on Aug 18, 2009 5:05:13 GMT
Ehryn suddenly had the feeling that he might have been swindled. While looking at the blonde temptress, his eye-patched, long legged opponent his mind swam a little, wondering exactly how someone who had seemed to know so little about the game was now kicking his ass. Of course, Ehryn, like any other man had considered himself to be pretty adept at the game. But, for the most part, the German had only won games against other drunken men who didn’t have such attractive, distracting curves. He was horrified and amused in the same moment, wondering if he could pull off the claim that he was letting her win. The man decided to go with it.
“Pfffft. The only way you’ll win sweetheart is if I let you win.” His voice was a little hoarse as he spoke, an after effect of all of the hard liquor he had hefted down it today. He sipped a bit more of his drink, trying not to get too screwed up while playing his game, though he was already feeling a bit more than buzzed. Leaning down against the table again, he lined up his shot and knocked a ball in to the right corner pocket. After doing so, he realized that the cue was near nothing that could end with him sinking a ball. The stocky man rubbed his chin and caused his lip rings to clink together deliciously. With a grunt, he slammed his stick into the cue ball a bit wildly, gaining nothing but another turn for Logan.
“Hmmm.” He murmured and shrugged toward Logan with a flash of white teeth in his smile. Soon he would have to pull out some of his own tricks that usually worked on innocent women if he actually wanted to win this game. Then again, there could be benefits to winning, couldn’t there? Wait?! What exactly was beneficial about losing all of those pounds to a captivating, but sneaky opponent? Ehryn sighed inwardly and waited for the hustler to continue her sweep of the table. At least she looked good while doing it. He was certain that Gus was having a conniption fit back at the table and was surprised that the younger man hadn’t come over yet.
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Post by Logan Fairfax on Aug 19, 2009 21:37:38 GMT
Logan placed her now half empty glass on the edge of the pool table. She stared at it for a moment, wondering how it had emptied itself so quickly. Shrugging at the mystery of the vanishing glass, Logan picked up her pool cue and studied the table. “You wouldn’t dare let me win, would you?” Logan wandered around the table until she was next to Ehryn. She tilted her head up so she could look him in the eye and gave him an evil smile. “I would hope you have a little more…” her eye flickered to his chin rings. “…respect for me than that.” she finished. Logan needed to see if Ehryn was actually any good before they put money down. She wanted to win; needed to win something tonight. She wouldn’t be able to gauge his skills if Ehryn spent the first game screwing around.
Logan’s eye returned to his chin rings. She couldn’t help herself; she hadn’t seen anyone with a chin ring, aside from Ehryn, since she had moved out of the States. “Love these…” Logan reached up and gently ran a hand over the rings. Her finger tips quickly brushed against his lips before she took her hand back. “and they look good on you. Guess it’s a guy thing.” Logan’s eye lingered for one last moment on Ehryn’s face before she turned back to the pool table. She lined up a shot, again letting her bridge hand shake a little. It was a good shot, but the wobble caused the cue ball to veer too far left. It struck its target, sending a solid ball flying into a far pocket. Unfortunately, the combination of force and misplaced angle caused the cue ball to bounce, knocking two striped balls into a pocket as well.
Logan blinked, staring at the table in a mixture of disbelief and annoyance. She lowered her head slightly, hair covering her face. Her error had put Ehryn ahead by one ball. “Fuck me…” she shook her head and began to laugh. “Ehryn, could you be a dear and signal the bartender? I need another drink, my tab.” Logan stepped back, still laughing at herself. “Your shot.”
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