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Post by madelinefranco on May 14, 2011 12:00:46 GMT 10
Audrey was, of course, running late for work. Punctuality was never her strong point, but especially so when she decided it would be okay to take freaking naps at six in the evening when her shift began at ten. It was safe to say that she was rushing, her hair left in the messy curls she’d gone to sleep with and a simple pair of jeans and a plaid shirt adorning her body. A stream of curse words continued to flow through her lips as she stumbled from the bedroom to the living room, fighting to get her boots on. “Son of a bitch,” she mumbled, finally crashing onto the arm of the couch for more stability. This would have never happened had she never moved out of her sister’s- the older sibling always made sure that Audrey was up and ready in time. It was like having a human alarm clock that would only roll her eyes when she got a pillow chucked at her head. Audrey found that extremely convenient and she supposed that, aside from the company, having to wake herself up was one of the biggest things she missed about her past roommate.
But there was little to no time to think about investing in a louder actual alarm clock because as she looked up at the clock, the fact that it was five ‘til ten made her heart race. Shit. Audrey bolted out of her apartment, down the stairs, and thanked God that she was in pretty good shape because she didn’t stop running until she reached Stamford Street (but not before almost colliding with four different people on the way). Five minutes late- not bad. Okay, bad. But not as bad as it could have been. Audrey slipped into the bar and offered an apologetic smile to the other bartender working the shift, tucking a curl behind her ear.
Close call.
She washed her hands quickly then returned to the front, surveying the scene. Pat’s was just as active as usual, though it was still early in the night and there was so much room for things to get worse. Audrey liked this kind of “calm before the storm”, even if it really wasn’t all that calm. She liked big crowds but working almost made her jealous that she couldn’t always go out and enjoy it. Still, she felt close enough to the action and if she were going to work anywhere at night, this was where it would be at. She could always have a few drinks after her shift ends, flirt with some of the customers at the bar, entertain herself. It wasn’t too shabby, really.
To busy herself, she grabbed an old, tattered rag from beneath the counter and began to wipe it down, settling in for a long night of work.
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Post by brandon on May 21, 2011 17:06:44 GMT 10
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I T ' S S O M E T H I N G
( i must live with everyday )
It was nine o’clock at night. There was one thing that Brandon always did at nine o’clock at night. Leave work. It was his favourite time of day. Standing up, he put the file he had been closely studying back into his filing cabinet and grabbed his coat. “I’m off,” he grinned to his co-workers in his usual fashion. They were all stuck there for another few hours. He could leave now. It was the end of his working day and he was out of the building in under a minute. Taking the cool night breeze in stride he put his coat on and started to walk. Breathing in and out he continued to review the file he had been studying over and over again in his office. For some reason he just could not get the image of that poor woman out of his mind. His job was a living hell and for some reason he quite liked it. Perhaps it was his own experiences as a child that led him to become a detective – more specifically a domestic violence detective. Everything his father had put him through was now paying off; Brandon was saving other people from the same horrific incidents.
It took him fifteen minutes and thirty six seconds to reach Stamford Street, but really, who was counting? It took him another two minutes four seconds to reach Pat’s Bar. It was nearly twenty past nine when he walked through the doors to the familiar bar. Grinning he raised a hand in greeting to the bartender and walked over to his usual seat at the bar. “I’ll take whatever you’ve got, but make it strong.” Brandon was pretty sure that the bartenders were used to his strange orders. After work he was always in the mood for drinking. Tonight, it seemed, he would be doing the drinking alone. His right hand man was apparently soaked up in his novel writing and could not even drop by for a few minutes. Of course, Brandon was used to that kind of thing. Without Benjamin there, he could do whatever the hell he wanted, except maybe bring a random girl home. Ben would not like that.
The man had drink after drink until finally ten o’clock came around. He had drunk quite a few by that stage and it was moving quickly to his brain. So far, he had ignored every single rule that guy had told him back in high school. He had not eaten a fistful of food beforehand – he hadn’t eaten anything since lunchtime. His first drink was not water – it was damn stronger. He had not been alternating drinks between water and alcohol. And he had not…what was the last one? Brandon could not even remember what the last rule had been. Soon he would be wandering around trying to pick up girls and doing stupid things, his mind completely affected by the alcohol in his system.
Then something stopped him. In walked a woman. Not any woman. A blonde woman. A very beautiful blonde woman. Brandon’s eyes fell upon her and he watched her slip into the bar and begin wiping down the counter. Smiling, Brandon sculled the remainder of his drink and, leaving the glass behind, shifted a few seats closer to the woman. “Excuse me miss,” he murmured, catching her attention. “I seem to have finished my drink. I don’t suppose you’ve got anything else strong for me tonight.” Brandon grinned over at the blonde, raising one eyebrow. His usual charm was on and if anyone knew him well, they could tell that this was his way of trying to win her over. “Tough day at the office.”
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Post by madelinefranco on May 22, 2011 14:06:14 GMT 10
Audrey heard a voice and her attention snapped to a good looking guy, probably around her age, settling into a stool closer to her. She discreetly glanced down to the newly abandoned glass of alcohol a few stools away, the corners of her lips quipping up into a smirk. Although she hadn’t been working at the bar for a ridiculously long time, she knew how things worked. Whether her theory was true or not, she wasn’t sure, but in her mind there were three types of customers. The first were the lonely and depressed, who just came to drown their sorrows in a place that wasn’t the confines of their own home, where perhaps the source of their despair rested. The second were groups of people who came with a large group of friends, taking up entire tables and making noise and all together enjoying themselves. Sometimes, this group coexisted with the third, although not always; the ones who just came to find someone to spend a night with. Never anything more, really, at least not on purpose- never once had she met a couple who “met at a bar”. At least none who admitted it. She tended to react to each set of customers differently. For the sad, she usually reduced their bill a couple of drinks out of sympathy. For the large groups, she tried to avoid them- she never did like to bother trying to remember all of the drinks. For the final of the three, she remained amicable, but nothing more. She never knew if these “charms” were directed at her (although she had the audacity to believe so, most of the time) but she preferred not to indulge in actual one night stands and her nature was to flirt, so it was safest to just steer clear.
But tonight the other bartenders seemed to have most of the traffic covered, so she had no qualms with treating herself to the opportunity of a little harmless banter. Why not? There was a good chance this guy was going to get his drink and find that group of easy-looking women sitting in a booth against the back wall. Audrey had gathered that was “jackpot” for someone who just wanted to get laid. ”If I had a nickel for every person who stepped into this bar after a tough work day, I wouldn’t have to have this job.” She busied herself filling a class up with something she knew to be pretty strong, sliding the glass over in his direction. ”To relieving stress by way of mind altering substances,” she grinned, nodding her head towards him.
Audrey grabbed the dish rag again, bothering to study his face for a few moments more before sliding down to where he was previously seated. She grabbed his vacated glass and wiped off the ring of beverage sweat from the counter, taking the glass back so someone could watch it later. When she returned after a minute or so, she found herself back where the male was seated, lingering a few steps to his right. Yes, she had seen him before, briefly- never served him, personally, but she’d noticed him around. Usually with an equally handsome looking friend. Nice.
She surveyed the place briefly, to see if there was anything else she was neglecting to do, and when she deemed there was nothing important, she clasped her hands together and leaned forward, forearms pressed on the counter. ”So tell me. Where do all of you guys work, where there’s so many tough days to be had?”
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Post by brandon on Aug 21, 2011 12:31:38 GMT 10
Brandon laughed softly at the bartender’s comment. “Quite true I suppose,” he murmured back, offering her a small smile. It was quite uncommon to see Brandon Cahill smile. There were not many things that he ever smiled about. The only people who could really get him to smile were his sister and his best friend. Of course, at that moment neither was present so the fact that this blonde waitress had managed a smile meant that Brandon liked her. He usually only ever offered faux smiles to girls he was trying to get with, simply to trick them into thinking he was a great guy. Sure, he was a great guy, sometimes. Most of the time though he was some douche bag that just wanted to get laid. He was truly a terrible person in his own mind. Though many tried to convince him otherwise, his mind was set. And the more he thought he was a bad person, the more he became one.
Taking the glass he lifted it, nodding at the girl. Then, he threw his head back and knocked back the glass of whatever the hell that drink was. Slamming the glass back onto the table he grinned. It certainly was strong. Brandon liked that. This girl obviously knew exactly what she was doing. Almost. Plenty of the bartenders at Pat’s knew exactly who he was and they knew never to let him have too many drinks, especially when Benjamin was not with him. Too many drinks simply led to him doing something stupid like hitting on a girl or passing out on the floor. Or getting into a fight. Brandon had been trained in hand-to-hand combat so getting into a fight was certainly not the smartest move. Of course, he only did this when he was very, very drunk. Hopefully this blonde woman would not make the mistake of getting him intoxicated enough say or do the wrong thing.
The man was aware that again he was alone, and then she was there again. She was a little way to the right of him and he looked over at her, raising one eyebrow. He had seen her here before, but she had never gotten him any drinks up until this moment. It was strange, how someone like her had never been hit on by someone like him. Brandon was certain that if he had seen this girl, he would have made some sleazy comment or something. Perhaps Benjamin had managed to pull him away every time or perhaps he had just never really noticed her until now. Whatever it was, it puzzled him.
Smiling again he thought back to his day at work. Being shot at was not fun. Especially when the guy who shot at you was one hundred per cent guilty but would not own up to it. Of course, they had substantial evidence now to make the case which meant that guy was going to get it. “Police Department,” Brandon replied, looking up at the woman again. “I can show you my badge if you want.” Reaching into his jacket pocket he pulled out the badge and opened to her, like all the officers did in the movies. “Detective Brandon Cahill. My specialty case area is domestic violence and abuse. It pisses me off when kids get hurt because of their parents’ stupidity.”
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Post by madelinefranco on Aug 22, 2011 6:43:49 GMT 10
She smirked, watching as the man quickly downed the drink she’d set in front of him. Audrey cocked an eyebrow in a bemused fashion, moving one arm so her elbow was still on the counter, though her chin was now pressed into the palm of her hand, propping herself up. He spoke, naming his career and offering to show his badge, but before she could accept or deny, he reached for it anyways. She watched him, the corners of her lips pulling into a wider grin, before her gaze traveled to the badge itself. Her stomach clenched uncomfortably for just a moment- the last time she had seen the badge of a police officer, it had been when her brother was put in jail. Whatever. That was in the past. Focus.
”You boys like to show off your badges just as much as frat boys like to show off their penises, it seems,” she grinned, straightening up and running a hand through her hair. ”Not that I’m complaining on either front.” Scrunching her nose to signify that she was merely joking, she grabbed his now-empty glass and refilled it with the same kind of alcohol that she’d given him beforehand. She glanced quickly around for her boss, and when she didn’t see him, she grabbed a clean shot glass and filled it for herself.
”But that’s an honorable job,” she continued in the mean time, ”It’s always good to know that there are people around who want to keep you safe. I mean, I’ve never been in a domestic disturbance, but you never know, I suppose.” At that moment, Pat rounded the corner and she wrinkled her nose, pushing the glass towards this Brandon fellow. Might as well. ”It’s good, though. Protecting kids. I like that. I’ve got little siblings, and I know I’d never want anything to happen to them. Consider the next few shots on me.” Offering him a smile, she swept the premises once more to make sure she wasn’t needed for anything. Upon silently confirming that she was still safe to keep chatting, Audrey grabbed a nearby glass that someone had abandoned, clearing it off the counter.
Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, she piped up again, then extended her hand to him to shake. ”I’m Audrey, by the way. Audrey Franco. Work at a flower shop by day, a bar by night. Best of both worlds, I suppose.” She really did enjoy her lifestyle. Her daily routine was nice and calm, full of arranging flowers for people. Birthdays, dates, anniversaries, just because- it was a nice way to see the good in the world, she thought. People apologizing. Often times, customers would sit and tell her what the flowers were for, no matter how long the story was. She didn’t mind. She liked to listen. And at night, well- while she did have to deal with people being drunk, she was surrounded by entertainment and, on occasion, good conversation. Like tonight. Tonight was turning out well.
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Post by brandon on Sept 6, 2011 15:46:11 GMT 10
Brandon let out a low laugh, smiling up at the blonde girl. What she said was no less than true. The officers all made it a point to show women their badges. It was an ongoing competition between them all. How many girls can you get to sleep with you just by showing them your badge? Funnily enough, Brandon was winning, for now. There was one guy that he was always neck-in-neck with. They were both so competitive, neither one of them was willing to give up their spot at the top. So, this competition probably was not a very good way of getting long term girlfriends. Of course, they were officers, girls were not always happy about their men disappearing during odd hours and sometimes never coming home at all. Long term relationships were a tough thing for the detectives, Brandon knew that perfectly well. A long string of one-night-stands was all any of them had, and it was all any of them needed as far as they thought.
“Thanks,” Brandon murmured in reply. She had never been in a public disturbance. That was good. He hated hearing stories about kids that were abused and such by their parents. He knew first-hand what something like that could do to a kid. Look how he had turned out? It was a mess. That was why he needed to help people. He wanted to make sure that people like his father never got away with things like that. They deserved to rot in gaol and if he could do it, he would make sure every single one of them did. “Well someone has to make sure those bastards rot in a cell,” he voiced his concerns, grinning again, but this time it was a little strained. It was an off topic for him. He did not like to talk about his past. “Yeah, I’ve got two younger siblings, and I’d protect ‘em with my life.” Brandon picked up the next glass and threw it down, grinning again. This girl was talented behind the bar, he would give her that. This drink was damn strong. Perfect.
Taking her hand, he gave it a firm shake and for a second their eyes locked. But Brandon ruined it by giving one of his flirty grins and avoiding eye contact. “Nice to meet you Audrey Franco of the flower shop. If you want my opinion, I like flowers much more than booze…Or maybe it was the other way around.” Smirking, he raised an eyebrow at the blonde. God. His jokes were lame. He needed to think of something better to say or this girl would never sleep with him. Wait. Did he want her to sleep with him? He hadn’t decided. Going on the fact that he had banged virtually every other girl who worked here, it was only suitable that he got in Audrey’s pants too.
So that was the plan. Have sex with this Audrey girl and then tomorrow night act as if he doesn’t even know her name. Treat her like every other girl he knew aside from his sister and mother. But what would that prove? That he was more of a jerk than anyone already thought him to be? What if he didn’t want to tarnish his relationship with this girl? Did he even have a relationship with her? The drinks were screwing with his brain and he couldn’t decide what to do. Maybe a go-with-the-flow attitude would work better in this situation.
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Post by madelinefranco on Sept 10, 2011 9:27:42 GMT 10
Audrey did find the whole… Officer career to be a turn on. Men in uniform and whatnot- the claim that they were always much more desirable was true, she felt. Maybe it was just the fact that they were dedicating their lives to do something good for the world. But no matter what, it was sexy. She was sure the badge thing worked on a lot of women. Whether he was going to admit it or not, it was a pretty nice pick up line. Just a flash of the badge said “hey, I do good, so can you do me?” and they wouldn’t have to put a dollar in any Douchebag Jar that might be floating around the area. If she were the type of woman to sleep with just anyone, then that might have been a good opener. But she wasn’t that kind of girl. Sure, she acted it. She was pretty sure she came off as a slut to anyone who didn’t really know her. She was the kind of person who’d flirt to the ends of the earth, make out with a guy for awhile, but the minute he offered up his place of residence? An apology, truly, but she just wasn’t interested. She was a class A tease and that pissed a lot of guys off, but she didn’t really care. She’d mess around with someone, no problem, but when it came to sexual intercourse? Audrey definitely preferred that there be a relationship in the works. There was no way she was just going to hop into bed with a guy just because he was charming. She didn’t roll that way.
But she also didn’t let anyone know. Perhaps she was just mean and liked the look on a guy’s face when she rejected him, or perhaps she just was a flirt by nature. Either way, a badge didn’t work on her, but she could pretend it did.
She noticed the less genuine smile, but merely matched it with a soft one of her own. ”Little siblings can be a pain in the ass, but… I love them. They’re family. You’ve gotta have your family’s back.” She made a poor imitation of a rather male-esque symbol, pounding her fist lightly to her chest before extending her arm, making a peace sign, now. ”Solidarity, brotha’.” Audrey couldn’t help but laugh at her own crack, whether it was clever or not, and she ran a hand through her hair.
After shaking his hand, she cocked an eyebrow and nodded her head down to the glass of alcohol in his hand. ”Considering I’ve never seen you buy flowers from my shop, I’m forced to say that I’m pretty certain your preference is to alcohol. Quite alright, of course. But next time you’re wooing a lady, might I suggest stopping by my day job? I do make lovely floral arrangements. And by ‘lovely’, I mean, kick-ass. Really. Key to getting laid is my floral arrangements. I’m just saying.” Smirking, she drummed out an absentminded beat on the counter with her fingernails, nodding her head.
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Post by brandon on Sept 21, 2011 16:20:34 GMT 10
Grinning at the pretty blonde, Brandon started to wonder what it would take to get her into bed. The badge seemed to have made some kind of an impact and that would always help. What else would work on a girl like her? All of the other women at the bar usually just jumped at him as soon as they found out he was a police officer. Maybe this girl, Audrey, needed more evidence. A gun? The gun almost always did it for a girl. Honestly it was getting too easy now. Brandon needed a challenge, someone who would make him fight for it. Maybe Audrey would do just that, maybe she was the refreshing change that he needed. Either way, he was going to find all of that out tonight. She would either go with him willingly, they’d have some fun and then he would never see her again, or she would walk away. Brandon still was not sure which outcome he wanted. Though the first one sounded great, Audrey was nice woman and Brandon was not sure he never wanted to see her again. But it was not like he wanted the lovey dovey thing. He hated that. If anything, one night stands were his safety blanket, they were easier, and he liked easy.
“Yeah, quite true. But I quite like my little siblings. I know what you mean though; I’ve always got their backs.” Brandon laughed at her crack, a little louder than he had hoped to. At least she had a sense of humour. He liked that. Oh crap, he was starting to like a lot of things about her. That was not a sign. He could not do that. He had to stop finding things he liked. Of course, the harder he tried to not notice those things, the more he did. Her laugh was sweet, kind of cute and funny in itself. And she was hot. Way hot. If teenage Brandon had ever seen a girl like Audrey, he would have fainted. Usually, he was not one to notice things other than the size of a girl’s breasts and their overall appearance, but Audrey was different. She was funny, and she was nice. An extra point had to be awarded for her ability to choose a good drink. It was all these things that making him like her. Liking was not a good move. Liking led to things like talking and dating and long walks on the beach and all the other crap that he did not want.
Another laugh escaped his lips, almost against his own will. “Mmmm, alcohol is lovely. And you are certainly right, I have never been to your flower shop. However, I know the one. I’ve passed it a few times before.” He paused and grinned at her. “Well then, I guess I’ll have to pay a visit to your wonderful flower shop then. I’d hate to be missing out on anything.” Laughing, he took another sip of his drink. Why was this girl so great? “I’d recommend you stopping by my work but, it’s really not the greatest place on earth. And it is certainly not suitable for a young lady. There are criminals everywhere.” What the hell? How would any of these stupid fancy words like 'lady' get him anywhere? It was almost as though Brandon was losing his ability to make sense or to flirt or to even talk. At this rate, he would crash and burn with this Audrey girl. There would be no sex tonight for Officer Cahill.
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Post by madelinefranco on Sept 23, 2011 15:46:02 GMT 10
Audrey liked making people laugh. Actually, she liked anything that indicated that she was the center of attention and in a good way; she was a bit of an attention whore in that respect. So whenever she was commanding the focus of a friend, or a foe, or… A cop sitting at the bar, it made her happy. The smile that was already plastered to her face was widening ever so gradually and she had long since forgotten that she actually had a job to do, much preferring the conversation than serving the drunkard that had just sat in his usual stool at the end of the bar who got angry… All the time. Sometimes she got caught up and she sort of abandoned all duties until some higher authority got back on track. It wasn’t like she was the only bartender working. They always doubled up on the usual busy nights, although tonight was kind of lagging. While she tried not to make it a habit of talking to the customers, she couldn’t always resist. Some were genuinely interesting, like this Officer Cahill fellow. She didn’t know much about him, but he was nice to talk to. And he was laughing at her jokes. So… There was something.
”It’s good you’ve always got their back,” she reiterated, shrugging a shoulder. ”I’ve got two older siblings and two younger siblings. We’ve always been a pretty close family, kinda. I can remember back in High School when the first actual boyfriend I’d ever had cheated on me. And I refused to tell my brother because God can only imagine what he would’ve done, but I told my sister and she flipped out. Went right over to his house and I’m pretty sure she made him cry. It was pretty great.” Beaming, Audrey twisted a little bit, swaying her shoulders. ”Ever since then I’ve vowed to do the same kind of thing for my little siblings. I can be scary if I try.” Winking, Audrey lowered her gaze down to his glass. She gestured to it and cocked an eyebrow, silently asking if he wanted a refill.
Smirking, she gave a confident nod of her head. ”Yes, definitely visit. My family owns it but don’t think that makes me biased when I say we have the best flowers you will ever see. Really. Any girl you want to get in your bed, just give her one of our flowers. Only people immune to their charm are me and my sister. Fool proof plan.” Advertising. Flawed advertising, but advertising nevertheless. She didn’t really give a shit if he came in. Sure, business was always nice, but she assumed that this guy didn’t need help of any flowers to get a girl into bed. Sure, she wasn’t hopping in anytime soon, but she wasn’t the norm when it came to one night stands. Waving him off when he brought up his own job, she joked, ”Are you kidding? I always go there. It’s where my boyfriend is. And my baby daddy. And my other baby daddy. Allegedly.” Audrey raised an eyebrow as though she were entirely serious about it, but the smirk on her lips defied her.
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Post by brandon on Oct 6, 2011 14:47:53 GMT 10
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Audrey was a sweetheart. She was the kind of girl that would never go for a guy like Brandon Cahill. He was a jerk. And she was so kind. It was destined to fail, that was for sure. Despite this, Brandon was still going to try. Of course, being Brandon, it was not a long-term thing that he was looking for. He liked his women for one night only, no more. Ever. No one really knew where that trend had started for him; it had just popped out of nowhere. Maybe it was because of his father. Andrew had been like that when he was younger too. But Brandon did not want to end up like his father. It was the cause of so many of his nightmares. If he ever became like that, he swore he would kill himself. He had also sworn that he would never mistreat any woman. So what was he doing like this? Of course at that time Brandon did not see anything wrong with his string of one-night-stands. As far as he knew, that’s what women wanted.
Brandon laughed a little half-heartedly at Audrey’s story. He thought it was funny, yes, but it just brought back too many horrid memories. Memories of his father, the man that tore the Cahill family apart piece by piece and then set all the tiny pieces on fire and threw them out a window and… you get the picture. As far as Brandon though, his father was pure evil. It had always been his job, as the eldest son, to protect his family. As soon as his dad was gone, he stepped up to become the man of the house. He had never really had much of a childhood at all. It was all just him protecting his siblings from his father and then trying to be a father for them. Life had been tough. It was good to know that Audrey was so passionate to look after her siblings too. It was that kind of trait that only made him like her more, something that was disastrous for the man.
Pushing the glass towards the blonde, he gave her a gesture to refill the glass. He was already starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. He was feeling more relaxed and had a strange air about him. It was weird but he liked it. He certainly had to get that drink more often. Only, he had no clue what it was called. The man made a mental note to ask Audrey for the name of the drink later on. Maybe when they were in bed together. Of course, if it got to that point than Brandon would have too much other stuff going through his mind. Inwardly, he laughed a little at the thought, but then found his attention falling back to the waitress.
Laughing again, this time it was a little more confident. “I wasn’t even aware we had a flower shop in Capeside…. Probably because no one has ever bothered to buy me any,” grinning up at her, he wondered why he was saying that. It was stupid to say something like that. Where was the charming one liner? Obviously it had flown out of his brain, as had everything else that would help him get her into bed.
The next words to fly out of the blonde’s mouth brought an instant smile to the man’s face. He tried not to laugh at first but then he just could not hold himself back. The roar was open and he was clearly amused. Brandon had not laughed that much in a very long time; it was rather odd for him. But he liked it. He liked that Audrey could make him laugh like that. Once again, he could feel himself falling, but he pushed all of that away. He could not let something like love, or even a mild like, get in the way. “Sounds like someone gets around.” What kind of a joke was that meant to be? He was just being stupid now. She would probably smash a glass over his head for that one. Although, he added a little grin at the end, to try and make it look like more like he was joking. Oh God. He was going to get kicked out of Pat’s. No. Pat would never. Pat knew what he was like when he had alcohol in his system. But Audrey did not and she was about to find out.
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Post by madelinefranco on Oct 7, 2011 11:46:56 GMT 10
The song broadcasting through the bar switched to one that Audrey actually enjoyed, and in the moments of silence, she took it upon herself to hum beneath her breath. She was starting to get a little restless. As much as she liked working at Pat’s, she also liked going out on her own. No, she wasn’t a huge drinker, and she didn’t usually go home with any of the guys she met, but she really liked to go out dancing. Often times she’d grab her friend Landon and make him go out to the club with her- they had nothing going romantically and he always played the part of a boyfriend if she couldn’t shake someone off. She liked doing things. She liked being upright and moving around and she especially liked dancing- on her nights off, that was usually where she was at. Working at the bar wasn’t as bad as the flower shop, though. At least at the bar, she was moving from one patron to the other, making drinks and having conversations. There were a lot of lulls at the flower shop, and she often found herself sitting in the office doing paperwork or contemplating life while just… Sitting around. She loved her family’s business and what it represented but for the life of her, she couldn’t manage to sit through a shift without making up some sort of ridiculous game to keep herself busy.
Cocking her head curiously to the side, Audrey raised a hand and pointed a finger directly at him. ”Earlier you said you passed it a few times,” she poked, though smirked good-naturedly anyways, ”So either you lied about knowing it was there in an attempt to impress me, or lied about not knowing it was there and you’re just going for the pity aim.” Although she had an accusatory tone, her face signified that she really wasn’t at all bothered by it. Really, why did she give a shit? It didn’t mean she couldn’t tease him about it, though. He’d given her material and she was going to roll with it. It wasn’t like she was being mean- or at least she didn’t think she was. But who knew? This guy was pretty much a stranger to her. Sure, Audrey knew a few small facts about him, and gathered that he was at least nice, but that was about all. Hopefully he took things as lightly as she meant him. She was pretty confident that she’d established herself as a jokester, at least.
Grabbing his glass when he pushed it towards her, she promptly refilled it, sliding it back to him. She was curious to know what he was like when he was drunk- whenever she got into a conversation with someone right off the bat, things either got more interesting once they were intoxicated or she’d walk away. Hopefully it was the former. Not only did Audrey really like it when drunk people were entertaining, but this conversation was keeping her from being bored and she really appreciated that. Still, guys had the potential to be dicks whenever they had some alcohol in them, if they wanted a girl to screw. The idea that Brandon could end up like one of them wasn’t far out of reach, but she could hope, at least. He was nice, certainly, and good looking, but she wasn’t interested in any one night stand. She was more than her physical appearance.
A laugh escaped her lips when he made the comment about ‘getting around’. A lot of girls probably would have been offended by that, but she’d set him up for it. She was sure he hadn’t really meant it. Instead, Audrey offered him a quick shrug. ”I can’t help myself. They’re all just so good looking. Let me let you in on a really great secret. Like, it’s what makes them so attractive,” she began, keeping up with the joke. She hoisted herself up so she was almost hanging over the counter, allowing herself close enough to Brandon’s ear so that she could still be heard as she lowered her voice. ”They all have anchor tattoos.” Backing off, she waved her hand like she was ‘fanning’ herself down. Tattoos weren’t all that attractive to her (at least not stupid ones) but it went along with her joking anyways.
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