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Post by KENTLEY MAE AUSTIN on Sept 16, 2012 21:42:41 GMT
[style=width: 410px; border-left: 10px solid #542437;][style=width: 400px; height: 300px;background-image: url(http://i416.photobucket.com/albums/pp242/slipsandtanglesmh/dar54.png); margin-right:10px;] [style=font-family:times new roman; font-size:58px; text-transform:lowercase; color: #542437; line-height:85%; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing:-5px; text-align:center; font-style:italic; text-shadow: -1px 0 white, 0 1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white; margin-right:15px;]don't think it's fair FOR US TO TURN AROUND AND SAY GOODBYE [/style][style=width:375px; text-align:justify; font-family:calibri; font-size:10px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 5px; color:#555; margin-top:5px;line-height:98%;]Kentley was fed up with being stuck at her and Trace’s apartment all alone while he went out and did his own thing with different random people every night. She couldn’t stand the site of him after he came home from a long night of partying and God knew what else. It hurt her even though she was the one who had broken up with him. She had good reasons, and she knew she could never be able to hate Trace. He was too good of a friend to even dislike. He had been there for her through most of everything since she had gotten to Manuka and she couldn’t ditch him as a friend for not loving her as she loved him. They were just not meant to be together. She knew that in the pit of her stomach. But it still didn’t mean she wouldn’t be jealous.
The two were in their awkward stage after a break up. The first week that they had split up, she had stayed home with her dad just so she didn’t have to look at him or his sad face. Kentley knew that she broke his heart a little, but it was for the best and they both knew that. Now that she was back home, they talked every once in a while, but most of the time when they saw each other it was full of awkward silences and weird glances thrown at each other. It drove her crazy that they couldn’t just be back to the way they were before they had dated. Eventually, she thought, they could potentially be better, but she knew there was no going back. The thing she feared most was that they would lose all contact altogether though. She didn’t know what she would do if she were to lose Trace from her life.
And she didn’t want to think about it. What she felt like doing was going out and having some fun. It had been three weeks since their break up, and it was time for her to find something else to catch her thoughts. She thought that perhaps going to the club would help her thoughts move away from Trace—at least for tonight. She had gotten a fake ID a while ago, so she’d have no problem getting drinks. That was to say if people didn’t buy them for her. And she figured that since she wouldn’t be drinking that much anyways, what the hell did it matter? She’d go just to dance and have a blast all by herself. Now that she had good control over her firetaming, she was better able to protect herself should anything go wrong like it did the first time she went to the club.
She dressed in a short navy blue-laced dress and some nude high heels to match. She put on a ring, necklace, and a bracelet and some make up to finish it off and grabbed her fake Id. She stuffed it into her bra and headed towards the upper state where the closest club was located. It was about midnight by the time she got there and already people were lining up against the wall to get in. As she passed the bouncer to walk to the back of the line, he stopped her. “A pretty lady like you doesn’t need to wait in that line,” he said with a smooth voice. Kentley smiled widely and touched his arm as she passed through the rope. “Thanks, sugar,” she said in a flirtatious tone.
Kentley walked into the club and looked around. This was so different from the one other club that she had been to in Manuka. It was so…magical. Somehow it just didn’t seem like a lot of humans came into this place. She noticed a flame suddenly burst and she ducked to dodge the ball of fire that came towards her head. Holy shit! [/s] she thought as she hit the floor. A loud burst of panic entered the center of the club on the dance floor where a group of bouncers immediately surrounded a pair of guys. Kentley backed away quickly as the group yelled to move away so that they could eject the two who were fighting. Her back hit something that felt like a wall and she turned around to see the brightest pair of violet eyes she had ever seen. She caught her breath and said quietly, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to run into ya,” and stepped away from him so that she could sneak a better look at him. He was quite a bit taller than her with dark hair and a forming beard. And by God he was sexy as hell. [style=width:350px; margin-top: 15px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; border-top:3px double #c02942;][/div] GAH JURY THIS IS SO ASSITING. wearing this![/style][/style][/style][/style] credit to tillie at caution
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Post by shay on Sept 19, 2012 0:05:42 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #99bbaa solid; border-bottom: 10px #99bbaa solid;] i don't need you anymore In the bathroom mirror, Shay could see he didn't look so good. There were dark circles under his eyes, and even with his newly shaven face, he still managed to look his age. Usually, the warlock would look younger than his age, but it seemed like he couldn't feel rested in weeks. However, his bright, violet eyes still held a flash of a spark, the darkness that had him captivated with the magic that he was practising, and even the thought of it made Shay's skin tingle. He was so good now, so so good, and he was only thriving to get better. But that didn't mean that life didn't hurt. Calan had packed away and was gone, and even the mere thought of the boy made his heart clench. Shay ran a hand through his hair, the memories of Calan packing away, taking whatever he could, and leaving. Shay didn't cry that night. He felt like he would have, but he deeper immersed himself in his study of dark magic, the power of it making him live in an alternate universe where all he needed to do was to go to work, come home and then fill himself with knowledge. Or so Shay was trying to convince himself, because truly, he felt lost without Calan lounging about his apartment, begging him to taste whatever food he had made at the time, showering him with kisses ...
No. Shay shut his eyes tightly, not thinking about it. He had driven Calan away, and the boy would probably be able to live a better life now, more normal, and Shay felt like he needed to get out. On this Friday night, he had the night off from the hospital, and instead of picking up some of his books, he showered and got dressed in clothes that showed off just how sexy he was. Jeans, slung down low on his hips, a shirt that hung well on him, showing that he was lean but muscled, and a soft green blazer, which gave his body the loveliest shape. Shamus Venusi looked good and he knew it. It would be such a waste not to put this into use. Shay needed to get over himself, and going out would be the way. Not taking another look at the bathroom mirror, Shay walked out to his bedroom, grabbing his keys, and slipping on some shoes before getting into his car. He was planning on drinking that night, and possibly taking the car would be a bad idea, but Shay really did not feel like walking. He had never been a very 'nature' like guy when he was a teenager, mostly because he preferred to be in his room studying to be a doctor, and he guessed that the habit kind of stuck.
It was weird, how sometimes Shay got a lot of attention. From women mostly, since he certainly did not exude a 'gay' vibe, not at all actually. Because he wasn't. Calan ... well, he was just different. Shamus simply could not imagine himself with another man, but that didn't even matter, since he was alone now. Did he want a hookup? Possibly. I mean, why else would you go to a bar on your own? Which he did. He got in quickly, the area looking like it is a place devoid of all humanity, with people who were clearly more than human all around. His dark eyes glinted, forgetting about hos worries for a few moments, taking in the situation, the people. It was scary how, from the moment he had walked into this club, he didn't find it uncomfortable at all. On the contrary, he was dawn to go in, and he did. As he walked to the bar, a smile on his chiselled features, his stubble shorter since he had shaved not so long ago, but still, there was a shadow on his perfect jawline. The barmaid seemed to notice too, shooting him a flirty smile, which Shay returned. You would think that he would be awkward at flirting, but quite on the contrary, Shay turned out to be a natural.
Dancing. Shay had not done that in a long time, so after downing his first drink, he was making his way to deeper into the people, feeling their beings, a smirk on his mouth. But, before he could even think about getting far, there seemed to be a commotion, a flash of fire, people panicking as two burly men came in to stop the action. Shay was in his own little world, so the gasp that escaped his mouth when someone collided into him was genuine, but also instincts won out, and he gripped the woman's elbow and arm with his large hands, steadying her from getting whiplash from hos body. Shay only smiled at her when she pulled away, an apology from her lips. He licked his lips, and shrugged, his deep violet eyes on her features. She was pretty, there was not any doubt about that. "No, don't even worry about it." He spoke, his voice manly, casual, a toothy smile on his face, which made his whole exterior look more gorgeous. It seemed like smiling was really the key to looking beautiful. "Though you really should be careful, there might not be anyone to make sure you don't fall over next time." He chuckled, almost amusedly, that glint in his eye portraying him as sexy and dangerous. And to be honest, in this moment that was what Shay wanted to be. Not the tired doctor he saw while in his apartment, the one mourning over a loss of someone he loved, he wanted to be fierce, and he thought that this would be very perfect for him. jhbdfjhbdkjfnf excitement! |
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Post by KENTLEY MAE AUSTIN on Oct 17, 2012 12:05:06 GMT
[style=width: 410px; border-left: 10px solid #542437;][style=width: 400px; height: 300px;background-image: url(http://i416.photobucket.com/albums/pp242/slipsandtanglesmh/dar54.png); margin-right:10px;] [style=font-family:times new roman; font-size:58px; text-transform:lowercase; color: #542437; line-height:85%; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing:-5px; text-align:center; font-style:italic; text-shadow: -1px 0 white, 0 1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white; margin-right:15px;]don't think it's fair FOR US TO TURN AROUND AND SAY GOODBYE [/style][style=width:375px; text-align:justify; font-family:calibri; font-size:10px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 5px; color:#555; margin-top:5px;line-height:98%;]It was hard for the firetamer to flirt sometimes, just because she giggled a lot when she got nervous. It just bubbled out of her unintentionally, and made her look like a fool. But for some reason, tonight was not one of her babbling, stumbling-over-words, giggling fool nights. She felt confident in herself for once, and it felt good to be able to compose herself like she wanted. When she had first met Trace in the park, she had been having a really crappy day. If she could remember right, Kale was on another one of his stealing phases that he got so often, and had taken some of her money. So she stormed off and then literally ran into Trace. He was a jackass at first, but then shared some food with her, and from then they were great friends. He had this thing about him where he could always make Kentley feel better even when he didn’t try. He had been there for her when she walked in on Vince cheating on her, and she was so glad to have someone like him in her life.
But then he went and did the same thing to her and made her wish she’d never met him. But she didn’t blame him, since Farah had thrown herself onto him. She knew that Farah was Trace’s kryptonite. Just like Trace was hers. She would do anything for him. But she was still mad, even after all these weeks. Eventually she knew that they would be all right, but Kentley could never go back to being as good of friends with him. It wasn’t too bad of a lost cause though because she knew that there was a reason they were torn apart. Whatever reason that might be, she wasn’t yet sure. But she did know that if she were still with Trace, she wouldn’t be standing here in front of a gorgeous violet-eyed man in the only club that truly terrified her anymore.
His violet eyes made her think of Vitale and his better half, and she recognized him as a warlock. Kentley had long been over her fear of witches and warlocks so the man didn’t make her fear for her life like he would have prior to her unrecognizable fear vanishing. Kentley looked down at her arm where he had grabbed her so she wouldn’t fall. She looked at his mouth when he licked his lips and did the same. Good God he was sexy. She couldn’t help the smile that spread across her features when he told her not to worry about it even though she felt like a clumsy mess. “Thanks,” she said smoothly. “I’ll try to ‘member that next time. Though I’m sure I could have caught myself.” Kentley didn’t like to think that she ever really needed anyone’s help. She thought she could pretty much do well on her own all the time. And a lot of the time it was true, though the help was good for her. She was just too prideful and stubborn to ask for it under almost any circumstance. She didn’t want to come off as weak or helpless, so she tried not to show what she thought of as a weakness and ask for assistance.
“How’s ‘bout I buy you a drink to show my 'preciation?” she asked even though she knew she couldn’t really afford it. But it was the least she could do for the guy whose eyes were piercing into her own. They truly were beautiful. Though violet eyes had haunted her nightmares a year ago, they had faded and were now just as lovely as she had thought them to be before. Her own slightly slanted eyes were near naked of makeup most of the time, but tonight she felt like doing herself up nice and pretty-like. She felt confident that she was one of the prettiest girls in the club tonight, so she didn’t need giant boobs or a large ass to make her wanted by men. She liked her skinny little body well enough, so why shouldn’t anyone else?
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Post by shay on Nov 21, 2012 9:38:02 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #99bbaa solid; border-bottom: 10px #99bbaa solid;] i don't need you anymore Shay was feeling confident tonight, possibly being out with people, with the fire in his veins made him feel powerful, like he could do anything. However, it was an escape of sorts. Because Shay was being a coward, and running was the only thing he could think of to do right now. It was the easiest thing. The nights alone were getting to him, the magic still thrilling, but the four walls closing down on him, the silence deafening without the little sounds of Calan walking around the apartment. It was cold, and Shay had deprived himself of a lot of human contact, apart from the ones at work, and even then the warlock kept to himself. There was no harm in going out for a drink right, even on his own. Shay wasn’t expecting anything, just some alcohol in his system. He remembered the many times he should have told Calan not to drink, but the boy was a teenager; he should be able to have reasonable fun. And there he goes again, thoughts of Calan swirling in his mind, and that was the thing that he needed an escape from, he needed to concentrate on anything but that right now.
But now he was looking into brown eyes, a natural smirk playing on his lips, his mind twisting from the painful thoughts into something easier. He could think about the prettiness of the girl, to etch away the memories of the person he’d always rather be with. But that was over. He had thrown his ring at Shay, wanted nothing else to do with him, and Shay just wanted a night of forgetting. His fingers probably lingered on the girls arm a little bit too long when he caught her, her words making a genuine grin appear on his face, white teeth and all. Shay liked the righteous kind, the confident girls who thought that they could take care of themselves. His girlfriend before Calan had been a little bit sweeter than that, but he appreciated the feistiness in the girl’s words. He put his hands up in surrender, cocking is head to the side a little as if trying to work her out. “Alright, my apologies miss.” He spoke, amusement in his voice, the ‘miss’ just because he didn’t know her name. “I don’t doubt that you could have, but it’s always more fun when someone else does it, no?” He raised his voice a little over the music, but surprisingly it wasn’t too hard to make coherent conversation.
When she offered Shamus that drink, he took a split second to go over the pros and cons of this. But he decided that what the hell, this was what he came for, but there was no way that he could let a lady buy him his drinks. There was a small glint in his eye, his body no longer tired or hollow, but quite alive. “The pleasure of your company would be showing appreciation enough.” He spoke, running his long fingers through his thick hair as he looked down on her shorter form. “What kind of a man would I be if I let a lady buy my drinks?” He knew he was flirting, the tone of his voice said so, and he felt like it felt wrong, he shouldn’t have been. The girl looked younger than his twenty-six years also, but it’s not like it’s ever stopped him with Calan. Then again, he was single now, he had made sure of that, and so had Calan. He pushed the guilt aside, and extended his arm to motion for the girl in the direction of the bar, his fingers resting ever so lightly on the small of her back as she did, no way inappropriate or crude, just cautious.
“So, am I gonna get a name out of you tonight, or are you one of those mystery girls?” Shay looked at her once they were at the bar, motioning for her to order whatever she wanted, and placing his own order too. Shay wasn’t sure what he was doing, why he was flirting, why he wasn’t running away screaming because he knew that when he was in his bed later that he would be filled with heat and regret for even trying to talk to someone else in such a flirtatious manner. Never mind, he would worry about that later, or have enough alcohol so he would pass out the moment his head hit the pillow. Maybe he’d just work on some more magic. He considered for a moment how he got here, in this situation. Maybe because he had loved the power in him more than he had loved a person and now he was alone. So why not flirt with a girl and get drunk, if just for one night? He could worry about the rest tomorrow.
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Post by KENTLEY MAE AUSTIN on Dec 27, 2012 6:14:32 GMT
[style=width: 410px; border-left: 10px solid #542437;][style=width: 400px; height: 300px;background-image: url(http://i416.photobucket.com/albums/pp242/slipsandtanglesmh/dar54.png); margin-right:10px;] [style=font-family:times new roman; font-size:58px; text-transform:lowercase; color: #542437; line-height:85%; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing:-5px; text-align:center; font-style:italic; text-shadow: -1px 0 white, 0 1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white; margin-right:15px;]don't think it's fair FOR US TO TURN AROUND AND SAY GOODBYE [/style][style=width:375px; text-align:justify; font-family:calibri; font-size:10px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 5px; color:#555; margin-top:5px;line-height:98%;]Kentley was unsure why it was that she felt so attracted to this stunning warlock, but she tried not to think too much into it. It was a night for freedom and fun, not strings of attachment or thoughts to be over-thunk. She smiled and inhaled a shoot, quick breath. Sighing it out, she erased all of the tension in her shoulders, which she hadn’t even noticed until now. She had been stressing out lately and yet she hadn’t the slightest clue as to how to get rid of it or how to make it any easier to sleep at night. Something had told her that if she would just forget about all of her problems and just do something she normally wouldn’t do that it would get a little better. So far she could attest that that was quite true. She had been right in that she was a little relieved of the weight on her shoulders. The warlock seemed to be able to make her feel more at ease even though they hadn’t even known each other’s names yet.
Most of her life she was a shy person, especially in large groups of people. It was usually tough for her to be really outgoing in a room of people she didn’t know, and even harder when she was alone. Alcohol was obviously the answer to that, but seeing as how she had barely been in the club for five minutes made it hard for her to go get herself drunk. She would have most likely eventually gotten enough courage to introduce herself to the violet-eyed man, but then it would have been a completely different scenario. She was sure that somehow she would have screwed up the conversation and it wouldn’t have been as entertaining—well for him it might have been a better scene, but tomorrow Kentley would have thought back onto their conversation and been embarrassed by the idiotic things she had said. So she was kind of glad the fight had broken up. In a way it saved her some embarrassment.
Kentley smiled because he had called her ‘miss’. Kentley hadn’t met a genuine gentleman in Maine since she had been here (other than maybe Hayden), so it was nice to see an improvement in company. She leaned in a little to hear his next words and her eyebrows raised slightly in surprise. Only when they’re as drop-dead sexy as you… she thought silently. She thought better of that comment and instead nodded. “Mostly, yeah.” Kentley flashed him a grin. She thought of a time where it could be a bad situation and couldn’t come up with one. “Well, actually yer right,” she said quietly to herself. She hadn’t had many chances to be caught though, so she wasn’t really used to the idea. Kentley was sure though that there was at least one way for the whole thing to be misconstrued and perverted to where the person catching ended up to be a psychopath or something. Then she remembered that she was getting off point and instead offered to buy him a drink.
Kentley leaned onto the bar when they arrived and thought about what kind of man would let her buy him a drink. She shrugged slightly before replying, “A poor one.” Kentley laughed. She took in his appearance though and noted his expensive-looking coat jacket and how prim and proper he looked. His hair had some product in it, she thought, so he obviously wasn’t low on money. His jeans clung to his hips and thighs perfectly and his shirt was fitted just right. “But you ain’t, are ya?” she asked. Honestly Kentley didn’t care whether someone had money or not. Hell, she barely had any money. She was no gold digger that was certain. Kentley had had friends that were dirt-poor living in trailers and friends that lived in the good part of town in mansions that could have held eighteen of those trailers in just the first floor. Kentley had learned early on in life that the world didn’t just run on money, it ran on love and companionship. She didn’t want tons of money. All she wanted was happiness.
Kentley raised one eyebrow and turned to the bartender to order a Kamikaze. The bartender worked on making her drink as Kentley turned to face him again. “I dunno yet,” she said. “What’s yer name?” she asked. Her drink was placed on the counter in front of her and she stood up straight. “You gunna order somethin’?” she asked and sipped her drink. “I don’t wanna be drinkin’ alone.” Kentley licked her lips clean of the alcohol.
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Post by shay on Jan 28, 2013 15:30:22 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #99bbaa solid; border-bottom: 10px #99bbaa solid;] i don't need you anymore The girl he was talking to looked young, at least six or so years younger than Shay himself, but he looked good for twenty-seven. He had made sure he did, because when he was younger, he wasn’t good looking at all. He had some extra weight on his bones that he didn’t want, and his complexion had been terrible, as well as his hair not being the thick mass of silky brown that it was now. Therefore, he got bullied and picked on a lot, and that made him delve into school work. This is where he got it from, the work a lot regime. When he was a teenager, he knew he wanted to be a doctor, so spent almost every waking moment studying towards the goal. And now, whenever he was passionate about something, he would pick those antics back up and work on it. That was the case with his current job, since he did manage to become a doctor, and well, the magic was something he felt passionate about. However, he refused to think about the people in his life. He focused his violet eyes back on the girl, and smiled at her words. He noted that she had an interesting accent, southern possibly. It sounded so unusual to his ears, even though they got all types at the hospital. He decided that it suited her, beautiful woman with a pretty accent. Shamus could roll with this.
When they were at the bar, his question of ‘what kind of a man would I be’ was rhetorical, but the girl chose to answer it. Her answer made him laugh, his smile wide, revealing a set of perfect white teeth and small crinkles by his eyes when he laughed, because really, he knew he wasn’t that young anymore and he was going to get laugh lined. “Well, you’d be right, but it’s less than a gentlemanly thing to do, to ask a beautiful woman to pay for something like that. It’s only courtesy.” He smiled, he knew that that might have been generalising, and some feminists might say that women can pay for their own drinks and stuff, but Shay was brought up right, even if he had not had enough practice when he was a teenager. His charm had managed to get him a fiancé at one point. Clearly, that was over now, since he was here, at the bar, flirting with this woman. At least he knew he was still straight, since no man in the club held his eye more than this girl in this moment, and he didn’t know why that was a kind of relief. He figured that Calan had been a one of a kind addiction, and he could give it up by delving into something he knew and liked.
When she asked if he had money, Shay could tell that that wasn’t a jibe to see if she could get money off him. Some women would, sleazily slide up to a man, bearing their cleavage and batting their eye lashes for a sugar daddy, but no, Shay could tell that this girl wasn’t one of them. He smiled and nodded. “I can’t complain. Being a doctor does pay well.” This wasn’t him boasting about his job or anything, if anything at all, it just reminded him that being where he is now takes time, and just reminds him of his age all over again. He really hoped that she didn’t mind that he was older. But being a doctor really did pay well. Shay had a lot of money, he was on the ‘rich’ spectrum definitely, but he didn’t flaunt it. He had nice clothes, an apartment and a car which wasn’t too flashy, and that was enough. The rest he spent as he sees fit, and he doesn’t see any harm in spending some money at a bar when he really needed it, buying himself and a pretty woman a drink. Moving his hand, he slipped his fingers into his hair, running it though the thick strands in a habitual motion. If one thing, he could never keep his hair neat. His hands needed to move, and they liked to find purchase in his hair, and always made him ‘just out of bed’ messy looking. He wasn’t sure if he did or didn’t like that look on himself.
Shay chuckled when she shot back his own words at him. He took a moment to think whether he should introduce himself as ‘Shay’ or ‘Shamus’, but possibly the latter would seem a little too formal. “Shay Venusi, it really is a pleasure to meet you ...” He trailed off, leaving her to fill in the blank with her name. She might possibly give him a fake name, but for all she knows this could have been a fake name too. He watched as she sipped her drink, and nodded, motioning to the bartender and ordering himself one, namely a lot stronger than hers because he really needed it. He needed to find a distraction, not to think about his life currently, and the massive hole in his chest that he can only attempt to fill by this encounter and the alcohol. “I’ve never been much of a drinker, but tonight I need it.” He chuckled, rolling his shoulders backwards to loosen his stiff muscles. The man really needed to relax, and what better way? His eyes were back on her as he took another gulp of his drink, a thoughtful expression on his features. “I’ll be honest, you don’t look like the kind of person who comes to these kinds of places often ...?” Of course, this was only an assumption, and Shay too never visited bars, not really. He didn’t have time with his work, but even he needed a night off sometimes.
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Post by KENTLEY MAE AUSTIN on Feb 21, 2013 23:01:44 GMT
[style=width: 410px; border-left: 10px solid #542437;][style=width: 400px; height: 300px;background-image: url(http://i416.photobucket.com/albums/pp242/slipsandtanglesmh/dar54.png); margin-right:10px;] [style=font-family:times new roman; font-size:58px; text-transform:lowercase; color: #542437; line-height:85%; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing:-5px; text-align:center; font-style:italic; text-shadow: -1px 0 white, 0 1px white, 1px 0 white, 0 -1px white; margin-right:15px;]don't think it's fair FOR US TO TURN AROUND AND SAY GOODBYE [/style][style=width:375px; text-align:justify; font-family:calibri; font-size:10px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 5px; color:#555; margin-top:5px;line-height:98%;]Kentley had never discriminated people for their age, color, or religion like a lot of people did in her hometown—well in the South in general. She had always been different than the others and she had always seen it as a good thing. Her brother, on the other hand, was a different matter. If he saw someone like Shay going after his sister he’d end it right then and there and the only thing stopping him was Kentley and her firetaming, which he knew he couldn’t get around. She was glad that she didn’t have to deal with her protective brother all the time now that she was out of the house because she really wouldn’t be able to handle that. Kentley felt a lot freer now and she liked it; it was like she could breathe more easily.
He had a nice smile. And he seemed like a nice enough guy, probably one of the nicer of the few she had recently met. “Yer exactly right,” she said and nodded agreeing with him. She could tell that he wasn’t one of those kinds of guys that would buy you a drink and sweet talk you into sleeping with them, but actually was a gentleman who probably did these kinds of things for people all the time. If not then she had misjudged him slightly, but she wasn’t yet convinced of that, though she would probably know by the end of the night. It was tough to get past Kentley though; she had always had a knack for knowing what kind of person you were after talking with you for a minute or two.
When she had first met Trace, she thought he was a dick who didn’t know how to keep his tongue in his mouth and now they were living together—though after much drama and bullshit. But he was still a nice guy and she couldn’t blame him for doing what he did since that f-girl was like his kryptonite. Still, it hurt even thinking about it, though she didn’t know why she was at the moment. She had a devilishly handsome man standing in front of her and she was crazy for thinking about her ex.
She had knowingly asked about him making money, not that she cared. Kentley could tell just by the way he dressed that he was of some kind of wealth and she was happy for him. “A doctor?” she asked raising her eyebrows. She’d let him do a check up on her any damn time… “What kind?” she wondered. She hadn’t even applied to college and was working a minimum wage job at the bowling alley, but she was happy. She did was to try to go to the community college though just so she could get some sort of degree in the future and she wouldn’t be working for minimum wage her entire life. She had thought a lot about what she wanted to do and was going to go through some programs and see what fit her best. So far it seemed like nothing was coming to her, but it would eventually show itself at her.
Shay was his name. it was nice, but unexpected. He looked more like a Ben to her, but the more she looked at him the more it fit. Kentley rested her arm on the bar and let her hand hang off of it loosely. “Kentley,” she told him as he trailed off. “And the pleasure’s all mine.” Kentley smiled. She took a small sip of her drink because she wasn’t looking forward to getting drunk anymore. And the more she thought about it, the worse getting drunk seemed since it would all blow up in her face tomorrow morning. Kentley also didn’t want to be sloppy and goofy like she could get when she had drunk too much too quickly. Her impression would be shattered quickly and she doubted a sexy doctor like Shay would be interested in some messy drunk when he could have someone more sophisticated.
“Me, too,” she said with a slight drone. Kentley could understand someone needed a drink. It was the main reason she had come here tonight, needing a drink, or five. She knew what it felt like to want to just get away from your life and everything in it and just have some fun instead of having to worry about everything stacking up against you, making your life more difficult than it should be. And even if she didn’t want to get completely shit faced tonight, she did want to at least forget all of her problems at home. She took another large sip of her drink and set it back on the bar.
Shay made a good observation. She really wasn’t the kind of person that came to bars or clubs at all. This was all actually pretty new to her still. She shook her head and replied, “I’m not. But I’ve had a crappy few days and I wanted to make ‘em better. If you know what I mean?” she shrugged slightly and said, “You don’t look like you come here often, either, if I’m honest.” Kentley grinned. “So why did you come tonight anyway?”
[style=width:350px; margin-top: 15px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; border-top:3px double #c02942;] GAH JURY THIS IS SO ASSITING. wearing this![/style][/style][/style][/style] credit to tillie at caution
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Post by shay on May 2, 2013 14:42:07 GMT
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #99bbaa solid; border-bottom: 10px #99bbaa solid;] i don't need you anymore It was interesting how the easy information made the older man flash his teeth with his smile. It was really very easy flowing, this conversation with the strange girl who seemed out of place but confident in her words. You could clearly see when someone was confident, they had sass and sarcasm and it was in the way they held themselves, and Shay would bet money on the fact that this girl could take of herself. "Is it bad that I was kinda expecting you to say something highly feminist in response to that?" He chuckled as she agreed with the fact that him buying her a drink was gentlemanly. You'd get girls who would spout their mouths saying that they didn't need a man to buy them a drink, and Shay knew that even if he tried to assure them that that was not his intention, they wouldn't listen. Though of course, his words were not meant to insult, mainly to tease a little because she seemed like she could take that kind of tease without offence. He could be wrong, but he sincerely hoped not or he'd be screwed.
Shay tilted his head to the side at her question, and shrugged a little. "Well my qualifications allow me to work in many areas, hospitalist mostly but I'm also on call for most emergencies." His job required a lot of time and paperwork, and he didn't want to get into the details because he was a hundred percent certain that he'd bore the girl to death. The way that Shay worked, was that he treated the people who had conditions that needed them to stay in the hospital for a long time. He would give them regular dosages of his potions and stuff because sometimes medicine just didn't cut it any longer. The emergencies were so hectic, and there were many things that are very disturbing that Shay has had to do. "I'd really hate to bore you with the details of a job such as this, it's not s glamorous as television makes it seem." He laughs softly, and even though he might have looked smart and well dressed, the money came from hard hours that he sometimes regretted. But that had been the career he had wanted from a young age, and he was not about to quit now. Not after all these years.
"Kentley." Shay repeated, testing the name on his tongue with a smile, it was unusual. He hadn't met any Kentley's before, and on the job he would meet a lot of people with the same names. He appreciated uniqueness and Kentley was certainly someone who was unique. "Pretty name." He commented easily, taking a sip of the drink which he held in his hand, before raising his long fingers to his hair and running them through the strands as he has gotten used to doing as he would sit at his desk doing paperwork. It was a habit that he couldn't shake, and it wasn't harming anyone. Shay was actually surprised how easily this was going, his mind having forgotten what he was here to do as he just enjoyed his time, and it seemed like they could actually hear one another over the music, which is something that the doctor greatly approved of.
Shay was highly amused at the fact that two people who usually didn't spend much time at clubs and stuff got mixed up together by forces it seemed. As she explained that she wanted to get away from life for a bit he nodded, completely understanding. Letting loose and letting worries fade away a little was certainly helpful to a person. It relieved stress and time you enjoy wasting is not wasted. Then the question turned on him and he looked down as his hands, laughing lowly, before casting his violet eyes on the girl. "Well, being a doctor doesn't allow for much freedom. But I suppose that going to a club is better than an empty apartment on your night off." The corner of his mouth quirked up into the smallest of smiles, and he shook his head, forcing himself not to think about why the apartment was empty.
Shay took a moment to look around the club, and bit his lower lip, subconsciously scratching at his stubbled cheek before straightening up. "Kentley. What would you say to a dance?" He grinned, extending his hand to her. He really hoped he wasn't being forward or anything, because his intentions were definitely not dishonourable, yet they were there at a club, and they could come back for their drinks, so why not dance? Make the most of the night of freedom they both have chosen and simply have a good time. She was young yes, but she was clearly old enough to be at a club and it seemed like his own age didn't seem to bother her, therefore a dance couldn't hurt. His gaze was on hers and a bright smile on his lips as he waited for a response.
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