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Post by kenadie alexandria augustine on Sept 3, 2008 17:53:09 GMT -5
   I got you in trouble in high school
College, now that was a ball
» Kenadie never got much time to herself. Sure, she lived alone, but it always felt as though she was busy. She had her commitments to the local police department and the Marines to deal with, and had to make sure she stayed in top shape for them. That, and spending time with her brother- the one relative that lived near here, and the only person in her entire family that didn't either hate her or get all overprotective of her- was taking up a lot of her schedule. She never seemed to get time to herself just to get smashed; or, even if she wasn't intent on getting drunk, she wanted to at least do something outside of her apartment that didn't involve work. A party, a sporting event- anything! Earlier, she tried going to the paintball grounds. She was in full gear and everything, her gun fully loaded with extra paintballs strapped to her belt. But, of course, the only other people there were just leaving, and so she was left all alone. No biggie, right? So she just went back home, and played around on her laptop for a little bit. A conversation with some random guy on instant messenger sparked her want- need, possibly?- for alcohol.
» Of course, when she checked in her fridge, there was none. Of course. When she really wanted to get smashed, there was never any available. She would have to go out. It probably wasn't the best idea in the world to go out drinking alone, considering what happened the last two times she did so, but she figured, what were the chances she'd get so smashed that she woke up next to someone a third time? She did feel like a little bit of a whore, and vowed that she would try as hard as she could to either not get completely drunk- hah, like that would be preventable- or keep enough common sense not to go home with anyone. She would just have to see what the evening held.
» Stepping into the bar, she was glad there were plenty of other people there- less chances that she'd get singled out as someone to take home and have hot drunken sex with, right? That, plus, if she did get completely shitfaced, chances were that someone would have the common sense to make sure she didn't choke and die on her own puke. But then again, it was a bar, after all, and the others would probably just as drunk- if not more so- as she. Whatever, she decided, finding an open spot near the corner at the counter and sitting down. "Tequila, three shots," she said to the bartender, who nodded and turned around to grab the drinks. It was her drink of choice; having such a thing might be a bit concerning, considering that she was just barely of legal drinking age, but hey, as far as she was concerned, it wasn't really a problem. As long as she could do her jobs and didn't show up for work drunk, it was fine. Besides, it wasn't like she got drunk every day, or had to have a few beers each night. No, she could do perfectly well without alcohol, she reasoned. She didn't need it.
» Yawning a little, she nodded, thanking the bartender as he handed her the three shots, and downed all three quickly, swishing the last one around in her mouth a couple times before swallowing it. It wasn't enough to get her drunk- not quite- but she did have a nice buzz going. Two or three more three-shot rounds would probably do the trick. She she called the bartender over and asked for three more shots. The night was young and she had a lot of drinking to do.
visual aids; Top ; Bottom ; Shoes
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Post by Kaze Evans on Sept 6, 2008 14:34:35 GMT -5
“Oh fuck me in the ass— All out?!” Deep blue eyes glared down at the fridge; finding well, nothing. Some left over chicken containers form the local Chinese Restaurant, and to the left, some Mountain Dew bottles. Don’t tell me that this idiot had to go shopping!? That was hell in itself right there. Bah, he’d probably pick some junk food like some Poptarts and barbeque potato chips. A miracle he didn’t have any pimples or gained weight form that shit. What he was looking for was some vodka. Oddly enough, it was probably he only thing he drunk. Sure he wasn’t a heavy alcoholic, but he still drunk. Kaze was just a “picky” eater and drinker, so to speak. But he was still a guy; so if the chicken looked weird, he’d still eat it. Whatever.
Rolling his eyes, he slammed the fridge, causing a magnet to fall on the floor. God. The little things in life pissed him off. Ignoring the magnet’s sound of impacting on the ground, he walked out of the kitchen, and to the corner of the living room and sat his ass down; fiddling with the computer. Instant Messenger. Well, someone was on. Good for him. Know what— Fuck her. She was just making him more in the mood for alcohol, let alone he wasn’t making much sense. “Dude, this chick’s high.” He mumbled to himself, not even saying he would “BRB”, he just “went away”. His away message— “Out.” Simple as that. He was away, he was idle, he wasn’t going to answer anymore IM’s. Boredom struck him, let alone the fact that he needed to shop? Again? Gosh, shopping was not a guys forte! But it had to be done. Grumbling and looking for his keys, which should be on the counter, he looked at the time. “Time to get a movin’.” Sighing, he pushed some papers aside, but still couldn’t find his keys. Anger rose in him again. They should be right there… A-ha! Floor. Must of slipped off or something. Shrugging and picking them off form the floor, he slipped some shoes on and walked on out of the house. He’d be back in a few hours. No biggie. He was just going there to drink, since, of coarse, he was out at home. Nope, didn’t think of going out to buy his own.
It was better to go somewhere else and not the place where you worked as a bouncer at. Forget the Devil’s Den, he was here. Heh, boy, he sure as hell didn’t want to go to his work place. Sure, it was nice and all, but that was his work! He would rather not go to it more than he should. So, he went on here. In the past, he went here a few times, though not much at all; since he usually did buy his own at the local corner gas station— Whom oddly enough, was owned by Arabs. Whatever though. Parking his car and walking into the place, he stepped to the side; oceanic eyes glancing here and there, looking for a place to seat at the bar. Finally finding our, he made his way there. Who cares if he was sitting next to some drunken idiot and some chick with a hot ass. Yup; being a simple guy, he looked there. Why wouldn’t he. Walking around some other people. He made his way to the bar table and took a seat next to her. She was of no importance, neither was the guy he was sitting next to either; thought hat guy seriously needed a few seconds of Axe; he smelt funny. That caused Kaze to scoot a little to the right of his chair, closer to the girl by just an inch or so.
Glancing around for a moment, he watched as one of the bartenders, whom was busy with one of the customers, get a few shot glasses and bring them to him? Oh, the women next to him. Shrugging, he motioned for the bartender, “A bottle of Smirnoff; Raspberry.” In the mood for fruity alcohol? Figures. Triple Distilled. Ice. Apple. Whatever it was; if it was Smirnoff, he drunk it. Or Skyy… Usually those. And yeah, the whole freaking bottle. What did it cost? Twenty? Whatever. He seriously didn’t care. He just wanted his alcohol for the day, and he’d be a good boy. Like he had work tomorrow. Nothing was tomorrow. Weekends… Nothing! There had to be something to do anyways— Or just sleep all day. Whatever.
» Mood;; Tired… And hungry, merr.
» Status;; OMGosh, completed, finally!
» Word Count;; 791
» Le Clothes;; [x]
» Comments;; x.x This is shit. *slams head*
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Post by kenadie alexandria augustine on Sept 15, 2008 14:59:46 GMT -5
» If she was sober, or had even opted for one shot instead of three, she would have realized that this wasn't going to end well, and moved away. With a random hot guy sitting nearby and three shots in her system- with more on the way- there was no way the night would end with her passed out on her own couch, and waking up alone. Sober, she would have realized that and quickly moved away to avoid that feeling of being a total whore all over again. One would think she'd learned her lesson after waking up next to Ian, but no. And for sure she should have figured it out after TJ... but no. And now here she was, on her way to getting smashed at the bar, with a hot guy in the vicinity. Oh, Kenadie, will you ever learn?
» Of course, now her thoughts were far from learning a lesson. No, now they were on getting her next set of shots, and would soon be on ordering yet the next set. As the three new ones were set down in front of her, she became aware of someone sitting down- a guy, and half-turned to him after downing one shot. "An entire bottle, huh?" she asked, more as a conversation starter than being nosy. She wasn't a nosy person, even when drunk, so if Kaze for whatever reason didn't want to divulge any information, that was fine, and Kenadie probably wouldn't press the matter. Then she downed the second out of third shot and looked at him with a smile. "I'm Kenadie. Like the dead president. Spelled different, yeah, but it sounds the same." She wasn't sure why she always said it like that, but she did, because if by some cosmic event whomever she was speaking to happened to have to write her name down, they inevitably spelled it wrong, which ended up pissing her off.
» "And you are?" Oh no, had it been a few seconds since the last shot she downed? Better close the gap! She reached for the third shot and subsequently downed it, before calling the bartender over once again and asking for three more shots. She wasn't quite drunk yet, but she obviously wasn't sober- she hated that limbo between sober and drunk, where you're not quite sober enough to drive or make anything resembling a good decision, but not drunk enough to have any real excuse to do stupid shit.
» Sighing, she leaned on the counter impatiently, watching for the bartender to return. "I don't think I've seen you before. Do you come here often?" Damn, she came here way too much to know whether or not someone else was a regular. It wasn't like Cheers! where everyone was, not many people here were. Most people around here had a social life, or were out doing things that didn't kill their liver. Whatever. It was her liver, and she would kill it however she wanted to. And it wasn't like she really had to worry about working with a hangover, because tomorrow was one of those magical days off- or, in this case, a recovery day. |
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Post by Kaze Evans on Sept 15, 2008 15:36:16 GMT -5
People and alcohol. They didn’t really mix much, if you asked me. Too much and you got a little insane and ended up screwing your sister… Heh, good thing he didn’t have a sister or anything. Just a lone wolf with a urge for indulgence. Just a buzz, he swore. Just a little buzz and he’d be good. The store wasn’t that far away, but still, he’d rather go to the bar and drink; not like he came here much anyways. Call it a treat for not “snapping” in a while. Yeah, that was good, a treat. Still, he asked for a damn bottle moments ago, and still didn’t receive it. Fingers began to slowly tap the bar counter, trying to keep that little anger problem inside. Why get shot glasses to the women next to him when he ordered before; let alone the bottle was what— Right there? Just turn around, grab it, give it to him! Tapping fingers more upon the darkened bar counter, he glanced towards Kenadie and then back to the bar.
Letting out a small sigh, he started to hum a little before the bartender gave Kenadie three more shots, then diverted his attention to another customer; then finally grabbed a Smirnoff bottle and handed it to Kaze. Whoot! Finally! Took the guy a long ass time for it. Good lord… Silent as the grave his comments were. He just wanted the moment to himself: him and the bottle of Smirnoff and that was it. Finally tasting the liquid, and drinking about a quarter so far, it was when he heard something; sounded like it was directed to him, but hey, it probably wasn’t… But who here ordered a bottle besides him? Placing the bottle back down, he looked to the side and right at Kenadie. Oh, him? “Uhh, yeah.” He didn’t go for the little shot glasses or jiggers. Just a bottle at a time for his ass. That was all he needed.
Looking down at her shot glasses he rose a brow, though kept his little comment to himself. Nah, she may be freaking hot, but still, just that, he didn’t want to be an ass to her yet. She was beautiful and didn’t do anything to piss him off yet; so no need to get overly dramatic and say worthless shit he’d probably regret. Maybe he could get something out of this? Who knows. Him and beautiful women; he either went more on the quiet side, or more on the conversational side. Just about to finish up his bottle, he heard her name. Kenadie… Like the dead president but spelt differently? Kenadie… Where did he hear that before? That chick on AIM was Kenadie— Stopping his thought and raising a brow, he stared at her for a moment before responding, “Kenadie, eh? Nice. I know a Kenadie; not that well though.” Wasn’t one to keep on talking shit that didn’t include anyone.
Kenadie… it couldn’t be the Kenadie he was talking to, right? Though she did say she was going to get a drink or something; did she mean in this bar? Oh, he wanted to ask, he seriously did. Eh, what the fuck, ask anyways, “Did you chat with a Kaze on AIM a few moments ago?” Yeah, cruddy response to “and you are?”, but whatever. Drinking a bit more of the alcohol, he turned to look at her, “Eh, never-mind. I’m Kaze. Kaze Evans.” Watched too much movies; Bond, James Bond. Had to add the last name? Eh, why not. More formal? He was about to say nice to meet you, but she spoke faster than he could. Did he come here often? “Not much. I’m guessin’ you do?” Maybe she did come here a lot; if so— Maybe he should too? God, what a pig. Shaking his head and finally downing the rest of the bottle, he called the bartended for another one, and this time, he gave it to Kaze pretty fast. Dinking a little bit more of the second bottle, he stopped and sighed. Starting to feel something, just a little… Why not try to start a conversation? “Ya have a job?” Yeah, don’t expect him to start conversations well. He totally sucked ass. Speaking of ass… No, no… Don’t look. Look later when she leaves! Ha!
» Mood;; SHIT! D:<
» Status;; Boy, I am sad to say it; but it is completed…
» Word Count;; 760, I suck!
» Comments;; x-X Maybe not have it in the bar, haha?
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Post by kenadie alexandria augustine on Sept 26, 2008 17:15:31 GMT -5
» Kenadie froze for a second, unsure whether she had heard him right or if that was just the booze in her system, making her hear what she wanted to hear. She paused for just a moment, then smiled. "Yeah... Yeah, I did. This is weird..." she let out a small laugh, then picked up one of the three shots the bartender had just brought her. What shot was this number... She tried to count the glasses, and did it several times, but always came up with a different number. Never take a math test while drunk, she always said. "Nice to meet you Kaze," she said in an uncharacteristically friendly tone, which was only that way because she had been drinking. "I'm Kenadie... Oh, wait. I already told you that. Ha!" She toyed around with the empty shot glass in her hand and then set it down next to the other six empty glasses.
» Smirking a little, she nodded. Yeah, she came here a lot. Too much, really. She supposed she ought to try not to come here so much, if she wanted to avoid becoming an alcoholic; the Marines generally looked down on alcoholism, and besides, sappy, soul-spilling Alcoholics Anonymous meetings just weren't her thing. She didn't share her soul with anyone. "Yeah,"[/color[ she half-mumbled, reaching for another shot glass. "Probably more than I should." She brought the shot glass up to her lips and downed the liquid before setting the glass down.
» Did she have a job? What the hell kind of question was that? She turned to Kaze and looked at him like he was some kind of idiot. "Well, yeah, of course I have a job, silly!" She said, then giggled. "Two, actually. Surprising, huh? With the shitty economy? I blame Bush." She reached for shot three out of the three "new" ones and quickly downed it. "Kind of dumb to come to a bar and blow my money on booze if I've got no way to earn it back." That was one thing that annoyed her about a lot of people. They sit and complain about how they cannot get a job, and how they need money badly, but then they sit there and go to a bar and have all the alcohol they can until the bartender cuts them off. "Anyway, I'm in the Marines Reserve, but you know that don't pay much, so I had to get another job... Like one that... Yeah. I'm also a cop." She shrugged. It didn't matter to her. Some people, when she told them she was a cop, freaked out like any little thing they did wrong would make her arrest them. She would never do that; hell, she broke laws all the time, and who was she to make a stink about it if someone else did, when she was off-duty? "What about you? What do you do?" |
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Post by Kaze Evans on Oct 5, 2008 21:25:34 GMT -5
Kenadie… Well, why not ask if she spoke with a “Kaze” character not too long ago? She was a stranger, and he really didn’t care if she didn’t, and this was just some weird juju going on. But hey, after hearing her reply, he grinned. How odd. They both left their computers, and both went to the same damn bar… Took a seat next to each other… And started another conversation. Just wow. That was weird. He said nothing at all, just kept that little grin of his on, before he took another swing of his drink. He was not going to buy another bottle, but he kind of needed too… It was almost empty and still he wasn’t feeling anything. He knew he wasn’t “that” much of an alcoholic, but he should of felt a buzz by now. Shrugging, he sighed, staring at the bottle with the little liquid left. Nah, he’d get another bottle or some shots like hers later on or something, if they had vodka or… Whatever he liked. Like she was going to buy his ass anything, ha!
Nice to meet him? Sure it was. Nice to meet a stranger? Some odd guy you chatted with online not too long ago. This was like being a stalker or some shit. You just chatted with a stranger that could live anywhere in the world, and he happens to be so close as to go to the same bar. It wasn’t weird, it was creepy. “Ja, nice to meet ya Kenadie.” Eh, no reason to be an ass yet… She didn’t do anything to piss him off yet. Heh, yeah, she already told him that, but like he cared. Nah. They were both slowly easing up the ladder of drunkard-hood, so why not. Once he felt that buzz, he was out of here before he crashed in the car or something. He didn’t get drunken often due to that high-tolerance crap he got form his mother, but yet, when he did, boy, back off; he was a loon.
Thus, eh asked if she had a job. Dumb question, right? Yeah, but know what? His brain wasn’t thinking. Well, thinking much at all. Plus, some people didn’t have jobs and just wasted the only money they had on beer and Salem Lights; or was it Marblo Reds? Eh, whatever, cigarettes in general. Him, silly? Bah, lies. She had two jobs? Ha, so did he. “I have two as well. Heh, everyone has a George Bush.” Well, girls did. Ha. Why was he saying that? Shaking his head, he took another swig of his drink, already feeling some sort of buzz, but, he wasn’t satisfied with it. Nah, had to be stronger, much stronger. Finishing up his bottle, he glared at it. Why w sit empty! God damn it. Calling over the bartender, he ordered another bottle. Odd, he was tossing cash away fast. Why not toss it away better like at a strip club or something,. See ass. Oh wait, there was internet for that. Bah.
Receiving another bottle, he started to drink it down, not paying attention to Kenadie as she spoke. When he stopped though, eh managed to hear that she was a cop? Raising a brow he shook his head, “You ‘search’ people?” Cops did searches, right? Heh, search him! “Search me.” Well, that was muttered, but he took another swig before taking a breather. God, the vodka tasted so good— what did he do? “You…” Again, it was muttered under his breath, acting like eh was mumbling to himself, “I, uhh, do forensics. Like, find things, compare evidence, play around with Luminal Spray, that’s always fun, heh.” Yes, glow in the dark spray was fun, “And, uhh, I just look at bullets and blood all day— But sometimes I go out in the field.” Merr, end talk. He was done talking about himself— Oh, forgot something, “And I’m a bouncer.” A bouncer at a bar, nice.
» Mood;; My ass hurts. D: And no, I didn’t go to jail recently. ;-; Jk, jk. I’m just “moody”. >___>;;;
» Status;; Completed.
» Word Count;; 705.
» Comments;; Sorry for the wait, but I finished.
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