all dressed up and nowhere to go...

[FREYA GRACE ACTON]

Ugh, never in her entire life had Freya ever been so humiliated! All she wanted to do was crawl into bed with a pint of ice cream in her favourite jammies and watch some crappy TV and never, ever get out of bed... Well, only get out of bed for more ice cream. But instead she had wandered around the town in this teeny-tiny dress, and huge heels for over an hour until a mixture of the cold (which wasn’t working well with the clothing (or lack of) she had chosen to wear, the fact that she had just been stood up on her date in months, and the sign outside The Blackwater Banshee’ proclaiming, 1/2 Price Guinness had all sung in favour of the slim blonde walking into the building and immediately feeling all eyes on her as soon as the door closed behind her. Bloody Perfect.

Head held high, shoulders back, Freya slowly made her way over to the bar, “hi,” she greeted him smiling slightly, “can I have a guinness?” She asked, hopping up onto the bar stool and crossing one leg that seemed to go on forever, over the other leg that seemed to go on forever, as she attempted to subtly pull the hem of the dress down a little from where it had risen exposing a little more thigh than she had originally expected.
“ID,” the man behind the bar simply grunted,
“oh, right,” searching through her little black clutch Freya pulled out her purse before showing him the fake ID that stated her age to be twenty-four (and her name to be Sabrina Bellerose) and after giving it little more than a glance, her turned to get her drink of choice, leaving Freya Sabrina to glance around the building. She’d never been here before, Pat’s she been to a few times, and The Lighthouse a little more, but never here, and it seemed like a fairly nice place so far.

Her eyes strayed from pictures and things on the walls to the other customers and she was glad to notice that a number of them had lost interest in the little blonde girl who had come in from the cold, and a little disappointed to see that a lot of them were still looking at her causing her to squirm in her seat and play with the hem of her dress a little more. God she was over-dressed for this place. But this wasn’t how the date was supposed to go. No, she was supposed to be in that new seafood restaurant with the friend of the brother of some girl in her ethics class. She had all but been begging Freya to go on this date, his girlfriend of two years had cheated on him a little while ago and he was still really down about the break up, and eventually, Frey had agreed, and after a rushed phone call during the ten minute break of a two hour lecture, the pair had agreed to meet at the opening of a brand new seafood restaurant with, just to be cheesy, a rose to identify one another (which she had thrown in the first rubbish bin she could find). So, she’d gotten a little excited, did her hair all nice and up, got a new dress, hell even got some new underwear (just in case he was charming, and the wine was flowing). There was just one little, tiny problem....

Asshole never showed up. Never called. Never even texted her to let her know he wasn’t going to make it. Just left her there, with only her wine, the complimentary bread, and the pitying looks from the staff as she waited for nearly of two hours, until a waitress had told her she needed the table. God it was so embarrassing. Cradling her forehead in her hand, her elbow resting on the table, Freya closed her eyes trying to block out the memory. Ugh she was pathetic.

But the sound of a pint glass being placed next to her was enough to drag her back. After paying, and a whispered ‘thanks’ she looked at the dark drink. Now, Freya had never had a Guinness before, but it was half-price, and she was a curious character, and everyone always said it was nice back in Stratford... So... Picking up the glass she took a small, tentative sip, her face immediately screwing up into a look of distaste. Oh god it was not good.

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[ZANE GILBERT WATSON]

[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=width,300,true] Zane wasn't really the type to go out and get wasted. But every once in a while, after a very long day of arguing with the Boss. The Boss was what he sometimes referred his handler to, when he was in a bad mood or angry with her because she didn't seem to like it very much. So he had gotten away from her as soon as possible, he hated fighting with her, and he didn't want to any more than he did already, and so he just ran. Personally, Zane would run from anything that had to do with her, using sarcasm and really cheesy jokes to distract from his true feelings about a situation. Or about a certain handler, to be honest. Though Zane found honesty to be a very admirable and honorable trait, when it came to love or even a little crush, he understood the need to lie or just altogether shut up and ignore the feelings altogether. He personally hated being lied to unless you had a pretty friggin' awesome reason to. ... And even then, sometimes. Somehow or other he had ended up at the Blackwater Banshee. He was at the back of the bar staring down into a still full bottle when he heard the door open, and after a moment of dull silence, he looked over as well as the rest of the bar. Slowly and reluctantly the corners of his mouth turned upward into a signature Zane Watson grin as he recognized the pretty face that entered, and he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. Well, well, well. Little Freya Acton all dolled up and looking mighty pretty, and he wasn't quite sure why she'd chose this place of all of the places in Capeside to come looking straight out of a magazine. He chuckled quietly to himself as she took a seat and took a good look around the bar, obviously trying not to notice the interested looks from the slightly pathetic men around the bar. Though Zane couldn't lie, it sort of made him seem a little pathetic to be staring at her along with the lot of them. Even though his personal reasoning was strictly honorable. She was most certainly not his type. Far too sister-y to be anything else. He shook his head and stood up, grabbing his bottle and slowly headed over to the sad little picture, as she picked up her drink and sipped it. The look on her face was comedy gold. Zane couldn't help but laugh at her as he took a seat beside her. "Not as tasty as you'd imagined?" Zane asked, raising his eyebrows as he looked pointedly at the underage young lady. Really, Zane couldn't care less if she was underage or not (making him probably the worst law enforcement in the world, but he trusted her), however, he was not above poking fun at her in her fancy getup in this bar. He was pretty sure that this wouldn't be her first time drinking anyway. He wasn't a complete idiot, after all. However, there had to be some kind of story to this, really. Probably not a particularly happy one, by the way she had been cradling her head in her hands, but certainly an interesting one at the least. And Zane was nothing if not friendly and curious. She reminded him too much of his sisters back home for him to be uninterested in what had happened for her to get to this point. She certainly didn't look interested in meeting a guy, unless she was going for the damsel in distress sort of vibe. Then by all means, she was doing great. But he wasn't quite sure that was what she was really aiming for.

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[FREYA GRACE ACTON]

Blue eyes shifted over as Zane slid into the seat beside her, but it took her a minute to realise he was talking to her. Oh right yeah, she was supposed to pay attention to words. Raising one slim shoulder, that was not covered with the blue fabric of her dress, before letting it fall back easily Freya muttered a quiet, “It’s fine,” in reply before taking another sip of the beverage, her face immediately screwing up mirroring her reaction to the first sip- even the smell was foul, and her voice rose a little, not enough so she was shouting, but enough to not be classed a mumbling anymore, “ew, no it’s really not, here you can have this,” she told him placing it in front of him and swiping the bottle from his hand taking a sip before he had chance to complain. Ugh it was just as bad! Guess I’m not a beer drinker. “Never mind,” the petite blonde grumbled before trying to improve her mood for her friend (a task proving difficult thanks to her disappointing evening- although she was glad to have bumped into a friendly face). Looking at the older man her eyes narrowed as she asked “where were you hiding anyway? I didn’t see you when I came in.”

Risking another look around the bar for any sneaky hiding, her gaze scooting over all the other patrons of The Blackwater Banshee, most of which had easily gotten over Freya’s not-so-grand entrance, a few stares still remained, forcing her to shift uncomfortably and attempted to pull at the hem of her skirt again, silently cursing the material, and becoming annoyed at herself (not for the first time this evening) for choosing a dress so short. It seemed a good idea at the time but now... not so much. A throat cleared a head of her, and Freya jumped before looking up at the big, scary bartender, who looked at her, then at the Guinness (now sat in front of Zane) then back to Frey, an amused look on his face as the blonde blushed furiously and quietly ordered a rosé wine before offering up a shy apology. Why she was apologising she didn’t really know, she was sure he didn’t mind her wasting her money ordering drinks she wouldn’t drink but she just felt like she should.

Humiliation hit her in her stomach once again, as she was reminded of the looks on the faces on the waiting staff at the restaurant, and the condescending tone as a waitress came and told her that they needed the table, but she was welcome to wait longer in the bar. She had politely declined and hurried away. The wine glass was placed in front of her, and Freya gave a small smile of amusement as she noticed it was a large- just what she needed, “thanks,” she whispered once again taking a sip of the wine- boy that was much better and reached over for her purse to pay for her drink.

ATTIRE

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[ZANE GILBERT WATSON]

[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=width,300,true] Zane's eyebrows raised as she denied the awful taste and then sipped it again. And then he laughed at her again as she made the same face and then handed it to him. Before he could say anything, however, she stole the beer from his hand and took a sip of it as well, and he just grinned as she put it back down as well. Served her right for stealing his drink, he must insist. She was in a rather terrible mood, looked like, he wasn't used to seeing her so .. well, frowny, to put it simply. He merely shrugged at her, taking a single long swig of his beer as she asked where he'd been. "Over in the back, sulking like a child." He answered with a sullen smirk. Which was true. Zane sulked more than he would like to admit. And over the most ridiculous things when you stopped to think about it. However, he got over it quite quickly, when someone distracted him for it, he'd forget for a while. Sulking over what, however, he would probably never share, he didn't often talk about his handler or his feelings for her, it was easy to tell when you saw him with her, but you'd never get it out of him otherwise. Not that he was altogether ashamed of her or anything, it just didn't seem like a fitting thing, being in love with his superior. Especially since she didn't feel the same way. He narrowed his eyes and watched her for a moment as she took a look around the bar, and then followed her gaze. He sent a death glare to those who were still staring at her, and a few of them stopped. Satisfied, he turned back to his young friend and grinned happily at the bartender as Freya ordered a wine instead. But when Zane took a look back at her, she looked even more upset than before. Until she got her wine, that is, and then she smiled a little and looked much more relaxed. Still, Zane was curious as always about why she'd been upset in the first place. "So what's wrong, m'dear?" He asked, leaning on the counter of the bar and resting his head on his palm. He rarely saw her in such a bad mood, and he wanted to know why, even if she didn't want to talk about it, Zane could be extremely obnoxious when he wanted to be. He never let anything go. You'd learn that very soon upon meeting the man, that he was more stubborn than probably anyone you'd ever meet. Which lost him a lot of friends, unfortunately, because he was just so awful at times. "Don't think you'll get away with not telling me, either. Come on, out with it. Do I need to shoot someone for you?" He cracked his knuckles with a devilishly mischievous grin. You'd never think he was a man who had actually shot people before, with a maturity level like his, but you'd be wrong, his occupation had forced him to make decisions like that and he had indeed shot people before.

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[FREYA GRACE ACTON]

Freya’s gaze flicked to the dark corner behind them. Yep, looked like the perfect place to sulk like child (but it was closer to the alcohol here), her lips curled up a little at his honesty, “yeah, well it looks like sulking is catching,” she told him referring to the number of adults sulking into their beers in the room, herself included as she began the play with the glass filled with wine. She risked a glimpse at her friend. She took a minute to sip her drink. She knew what she should do, brush herself off, and get over it, it’s what she did, she didn’t let things like this bother her- and she didn’t even know the guy. Her eyes closed momentarily as he asked her what was wrong. Damn, she knew this was coming, hoped it wouldn’t, but knew it would. And she briefly considered just telling him it was nothing, she was fine, change the topic have a drink, go home and eat her own weight in ice cream and chocolate and cookies and all things sweet and sugary. He wouldn’t believe her-that much she knew but maybe maybe he would let the subject drop and just let her distract herself.

All hope of this came crashing down at his next statement. Well, there goes that plan. Laughing slightly at his offer to shoot the guy knowing, obviously he wouldn’t shoot someone just for upsetting her- that would be daft, but part of her was glad it was a blind date and she couldn’t point the guy out even if she wanted to, “nah,” she told him screwing her nose for a second, “don’t think we need to go that far I just...” taking a sip of wine in an attempt to prolong the inevitable, and a way to get her wording so that she doesn’t sound as pathetic as she felt, “I had a pretty crappy date,” she finally admitted before adding under her breath, blue eyes not leaving the glass in her hands, “or it probably would have been...” Pulling a blond curl that had chosen to escape from the pins keeping it in place, Freya’s hand lingered by her neck and collar bone, her thumb running along the skin there, a self comforting gesture of hers as she tried to change the topic, “what about you? Quid pro quo Zane, what got you sulking?” she asked him with a small sigh. Tonight didn’t seem to be going well for anybody.

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[ZANE GILBERT WATSON]

[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=width,300,true] Zane chuckled and nodded as she agreed that sulking seemed to be happening a lot around here. One corner of his mouth turned up in a crooked grin as she closed her eyes when he asked what was wrong. He had a strong feeling she didn't want to talk about it, but he really didn't care all that much, he was a curious little beast and wanted to know what was bothering her. She seemed to realize this fact, however, and she laughed when he told her he'd shoot someone for her. He raised an eyebrow when she told him no, silently urging for her to go on. He nodded sympathetically when she finally gave in the details, with a similarly sad, "Oh. Aww." Being stood up was the worst. He had had similar experiences before and though he always played it off as though it didn't bother him, of course it did. No one liked being stood up. Personally, he'd never stand a lady up if he could help it. Unless there was bsolutely no possible way that he could make it, and then he would call at the very least. Unless he was dead. Then he supposed it would be a good enough excuse. He took another sip of his drink before sputtering around his answer so hard he almost spit it all out when she asked what he was sulking about. Of course she would ask, after he had basically forced an answer out of her own mouth. It wouldn't be fair to not give her a good answer after she'd been so honest with him, but he really did not want to talk about it, either. So after managing to swallow his mouthful of beer, he wiped his mouth off and cleared his throat. "Oh. Well. Err.." Not often did Zane ever find it hard to find words, but this was an exception, he didn't want to give the real reason, but at the same time, he despised lying and he didn't want to do that, either. "I guess love or romance or whatever you want to call it- it sucks, for everyone." He finally got around to saying, and then he let out a pathetic little sigh. That was probably as vague as it got, but it was an answer, sort of. "I am the finest example of a victim of unreciprocated love, my friend." He spread out his arm in a grand gesture, making sure not to knock her off her chair, and then he leaned back on the counter again. That had to be enough information, didn't it? He wasn't planning on naming names if she wasn't, certainly.

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Freya nodded slowly at his reply, “yeah, kinda sucks,” she told him with a deflated sigh, her gaze on the behind the bar at the bottles of alcohol lined up by the wall. Tonight had really been a blow to the poor girl’s confidence and Freya had never really been a super confident person in the first place, and although had never thought she was particularly beautiful, she had always liked to imagine that she wasn’t exactly ugly- just somwqhwew in the middle. But right now she just kept thinking about a line from friends of all things; ’do you think he came in, saw you, then left?’ God, what if that had actually happened? Logically, she knew that she was just being daft, and that people didn’t really do stuff like that (or at least she hoped they didn’t) and he probably just… got nervous or forgot or…. Something. But, there was logic, and there was the mind of an upset young woman who had just a few hours ago been let down, and these two things did not always go hand in hand.

Taking another look at the man beside her as he began to ‘umm’ and ‘aww’ around his answer part of her wondered if he was really going to answer or reat and pull some lame ‘I don’t want to talk about it crap. After she’d told him, and called quid pro quo she wasn’t going to let him get away with that. Not a chance. Besides, Freya was a big believer in the idea that talking about your problems cam help. Even if it doesn’t go any further than just saying them out loud to a friend- it could help you organise your mind and help see a solution, or at least a way to sort through how you feel about the situations. Or, well, that’s what Frey thought anyway.

But, as it turned out, she didn’t need to worry, and he continued without any pushing and prodding from her end. Ah, a romantic issue too- wow, was there something in the water around here that just made people repulsive to each other? Unrequited love really sucked! She’d been there once herself, Nathan Rook back at school. They had sat next to each other in several of their classes and had been quite good friends (he’d been really good friends with her brother) and wow he was amazing. ’I wonder how he is..’ she wondered, making a plan to Facebook stalk him later and see how he was. What Zane had told her was the bare minimum, but it was no less that what she had told him, so she’d let him off with that. Besides he clearly didn’t want to talk about the issue. Placing a comforting hand on his forearm and offering a small, sympathetic smile she told him, “she doesn’t deserve you.”

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[ZANE GILBERT WATSON]

[atrb=border,1,true][atrb=width,300,true] Zane raised an eyebrow and wagged his head from side to side slightly as she agreed with him. But who wouldn't agree that being stood up sucked? Really. It made everyone feel bad, not a person in the world could say that they didn't mind being stood up. And if they did, they were lying, at least a little bit. But anyone who would leave someone like Freya was an absolute idiot. Honestly, just look at her. She was beautiful and entirely lovable, who would ever ditch her? Though if he were to think it out loud, it would probably sound as if he liked her more than what he did, but he was proud of her, as odd as it sounded, he liked to think of her as sort of a sister, since his were stuck back in Kentucky. Though they made for an interesting pair of siblings, with his country drawl and her more elegant sounding English dialect she had. Now, as much as Zane didn't want to tell her what was going on with him, he didn't want to not tell her, either. But she seemed content enough with the answer he gave her, thankfully. He clenched his jaw and stared off into the distance, jumping a little when he felt her put her hand on his arm, and then when he turned his head he smiled and chuckled weakly at her words. "Thanks for the attempt, kid, but I think you've got it the wrong way." Freya was a sweetheart for trying to make him feel better, but he would probably never agree with her statement. It was still a nice sentiment. And before she could argue with him, he continued. "Look at us." He said with a self depreciating tone, shaking his head very slowly. "We are two young, wonderfully attractive single young people sitting at a bar and drowning our sorrows in alcohol.." He began thoughtfully, and then taking a sideways glance at his companion, continued, "We really are pathetic." Which he obviously didn't mean in a hurtful way as he winked playfully at her. But it was true, nonetheless. At least on Zane's part, it was. Some kind of man he was, wasn't that right? He ought to just tell her how he felt and get it over with instead of cowering away like a scared little boy. Was that really how he wanted to think of himself? Obviously she would never know any better, she couldn't take a hint if he wrote it on a billboard or something. But knowing your own hideous fears and not doing anything about it, that was awful for Zane. He put his hand on the counter and drummed his fingers up and down on it as he looked over at his friend. She really was kind, wasn't she? Even if he didn't deserve a friend like her, it was nice to have her anyway.

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Freya gave Zane’s arm a final squeeze before releasing it to take hold of her wine glass, letting the ‘kid’ comment slide- something she would usual argue until she was red in the face, but she just wasn’t in the mood right now, she doubted either of them were. Sipping some of the wine the petite blonde sighed, she had always though she was a good shoulder to cry on, always knew what to say, normally she was, normally she was able to be that person, but tonight... She had nothing. Maybe it was her own depressed state, maybe it was the lack of information she had on his situation, or maybe she just wasn’t as good as she thought she was, “at least you still have me,” she told him offering a small smile. Yeah, it wasn’t the same, she knew that, but at least she could be there for him, be there so he wasn’t alone, even if it was just to sit in a bar and drink quietly brooding over their own issues and humiliations.

At the man’s pathetic comment Freya laughed without humour, “yeah, we are but it could be worse,” she told him with a cheeky smile, “we still have our health,” and immediately sneezed, “or maybe not,” she added laughing at the perfect timing. Before really thinking about what he said- he was right, they were young, free and attractive and were sitting in a bar feeling miserable. As a general rule Freya Acton tried her hardest to be bright and positive, every cloud and all that, so yeah she was unhappy right now, as was her friend but this wasn’t going to help them- they’ll just feel worse in the morning.

“Right okay, the way I see it,” she began spinning on her stool to face him, “the way I see it, we have two options- one sit here and feel sorry for ourselves all ‘woe is me’ or we can do something, pick ourselves up and brush ourselves off and bloody cheer ourselves up . Yeah it sucks but you know what, this isn’t going to achieve anything but make us two sad lonely drunk losers, so let’s instead be two stupid drunk losers who are having a good time with a friend, take our mind off our love lives, or lack of or whatever.” Reaching over she took his hand and squeezed her eyes sparkling with mischief, “lets do something like you said were ‘young, attractive and single’ what stopping us, the world is our oyster, we can dance ‘til dawn, play truth or dare - or various drinking games, go home with a strange and do dirty, filthy things and never see ‘em again- whose gonna stop us?” Granted Freya had never actually gone home to do dirty, filthy things with a stranger but right now, the way she was feeling why the hell not- show whats-his-face what he was missing. Letting go of her partner-in-crime’s hand and shrugged, “alternatively we can always just sit here miserable staring at the wall,” and with that she drained what was left of her wine, glancing over as she waited for his answer.

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