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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 10:57:03 GMT -8
WR wasn't much of a drinker anymore, but on occasion they wanted nothing more than to drink their fucking brains out. It wasn't as common nowadays, in fact, most of their experience with alcohol came from before they were even of legal age to drink it.
However, today was one of those days. It was long, it was uneventful, and it was, in turn, depressing. WR sat at the counter of one of the many sports bars strewn across the streets of the city, deciding on what they wanted while they stared blankly at the TV over the counter.
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 20, 2020 11:05:56 GMT -8
"I said get out of that fucking chair little girl!"
The man was old, fat, and smelled of a jock strap. His face was red and Stevie was grinning ear to ear, obviously drunk, too.
"Get outta here, old man. Save what you have left of your dignity."
The man's face went redder and he swung wildly for Stevie. She ducked last minute, spun out of her chair and swiped the man's bottle in one smooth movement. Before he even knew what was happening, Stevie had cracked the bottle over his head, grabbed his hair and was ramming his face into her knee three times. The last time she'd throw him back toward the ground and stumble back a few paces.
"Fuck! I told you man!"
She'd stumble back towards him and rifle for his wallet, empty it and throw it at the bar tender.
"Gimme another."
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 11:34:02 GMT -8
WR would witness the half assed bar fight while they sipped from their bottle. staring at the brunette as she beat the everliving fuck out of some unfortunate soul. And she stole his wallet? Damn, this woman had class...
They would stifle a smile and wave the bartender over. "'Nother please."
After he had prepared their drink, they would hop out of their chair and take a seat next to the brunette. They made sure to give her a minute to cool off.
"Would hate to be the next person to piss you off." They'd smile.
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 20, 2020 11:36:51 GMT -8
Stevie forced herself to focus on the newcomer. Her eyes weren't into it. Eventually she gave up and looked into her drink. Jack n coke.
"Yeah he was an asshole. He totally started it."
She scoffed a laugh.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 11:40:18 GMT -8
That response was enough for WR to decide that this woman was drunk to hell and back. Their company was probably a bit of a blessing in disguise.
After taking a swig of their beer, they'd set their chin on their fist and lean over.
"Yeah? That how you get off then? Beatin' up old men?" They'd chuckle before taking another sip.
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 20, 2020 11:43:19 GMT -8
Stevie let out an unexpected giggle.
"How'd ya know?"
The drunker she was the thicker her accent got. Old southern drawl.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 11:44:34 GMT -8
"Just a hunch," They'd wink, taking another sip.
"Got a name?"
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 20, 2020 11:52:09 GMT -8
Stevie lifted her white straw hat with turquoise stones and set it back on her head.
"SHtevie-Raaee WIllshon, Professional drunkard, at your service."
She'd show another grin, her slur getting worse. She'd sit back and WR might notice her hat matched her cowgirl boots. She was also wearing Daisy Dukes and a white tank top with turquoise blue buttons.
"What's yours, hun?"
Stevie wasn't hitting on them, it's just how she talked.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 11:57:00 GMT -8
WR was a bit taken back by Stevie's voice between her thick accent and the drunken slur. They would smile as they stared her up and down. It wasn't meant to be creepy, they were simply observing and putting pieces of the puzzle together. But, to be honest, she probably wouldn't have noticed anyway.
WR would shrug at her return question.
"Got many names, most people just call me WR."
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 20, 2020 12:00:14 GMT -8
Stevie chewed the name while she took a drink, even not holding the cup right and swaying she still didn't spill a single drop.
"Thassa good name. Duubbyaarrr. Gooddnn."
She finished off her drink and popped the cup back on the table.
"What brrinss.. ya to my nnnnneckof the... earth."
She blinked hard. TOo much alcohol? How long had she been here for again?
"Bartender... Waddrrr. Wait. Make thadaa coke. Juss coke none of tha iccy shiit."
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 12:06:29 GMT -8
...as much as WR would have loved to keep chatting up the brunette broad, it was probably in both their best interests to get her home. Or at the very least away from this damn bar before she killed someone. Or herself.
"Never mind me, where the hell do you live?" They'd ask bluntly. They weren't even sure if this woman could stand anymore. They weren't going to test the waters, but they were willing to bet. At least she knew when enough was enough...kinda. WR would wave the bartender to bring her over a water alongside her Coke.
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 20, 2020 12:09:38 GMT -8
Stevie brought her brows together.
"Live. What evven ish life but a washte offff space? Whatsh the poinnnnt offf liffing if youff lost the onee you loffe?"
Avoiding the question. Goal accomplished.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 12:13:45 GMT -8
...riiiiiight. WR would shake their head, pushing the water in front of her as the bartender set it down.
"Avoid the question all you like, I'm taking you home unless you're here with someone else." They'd demand, taking one last swig of their drink before tossing the bottle.
"I can relate to that last bit though."
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Post by Stevie-Rae on Dec 20, 2020 12:17:38 GMT -8
Stevie scowled. Damn This... chick? was good. She'd still try to avoid the questuion though.
"Iyyy ain't heeeree withfff noone. He's....."
She lost the scowl and stared into her drink and closed her eyes.
"He's gone."
She'd finish in a low solemn voice.
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Post by WR Harthe on Dec 20, 2020 12:24:38 GMT -8
WR would turn away after the 'he's gone', mumbling something under their breath. It wasn't toward her, but for some reason this woman was a constant reminder of what they had lost when the...
They would clench their fists and sigh.
"Yeah, I hear you," They'd finally say, "But as long as your love never ends, no one is ever completely gone." They would say with their late sister in the back of their mind.
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