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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 16, 2009 0:11:05 GMT -8
" Twenty one. I am twenty one. Hence my comment about crown. They make good whiskey. "
She turned back to look at him. She was a little surprised by that. If he was 21, what was he doing at a high school? As she thought about this, he reached into the small compartment between the seats and pulled out a bottle. She stared in disbelief. This really didn't seem like a good idea now.
"Only problem is with being as big as I am, it takes nearly an entire bottle to even wet my appetite. "
Well... She could definitely believe that... But she was still a little uncomfortable with the idea of him drinking and driving. She shifted in her seat uncomftably. She didn't want to upset him or anything. Then she calmed down. You know, it really didn't bother her. She was more concerned about the fact that she was double thinking herself and looking for reasons to be uncomfortable. She took a deep breath, calming herself. She needed to just relax. The guy seemed like a nice guy, and he was going to give her free food.
"Ever even had alcohol?"
She glanced up at him. "Ya." She left it at that, glancing again at the bottle. Her stomach rumbled. She was really hungry. She wondered where he was taking her and how much further. She turned to look up at him again, giving him a little smile. "So how much further?"
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 16, 2009 0:42:09 GMT -8
Side to side. Another three six cut came on the speakers and he would have turned his head back over to her, a smile on his lips. "Good. Its not nice to live life in fear of what you can do and try. " That said he took another swig of that liquid before offering the bottle over to her, his head slightly rocking forwards and back to the beat of the song as it blared out from the radio. The alcohol offering? It really was not intended to be a forced measure, merely asking her in a way if she'd like a bit of it. If it had been a boy? Oh, he'd have made the comment that it'll put hair on their chest so they were not a pansy, but this was a female so no such comment was offered.
So how much further? Brow cocked and he smiled again, lips slipping free from one another in order to reply to her, "We got a couple more blocks to go, " this was said as he slowed to a stop at a red light, his body turning fully towards her now, bottle sticking out of the center console if she had not taken it, as thats where he would have let it rest. "Why, worried I might wreck the car or do something crazy?" He asked with his smile there and soon after a chuckle to follow the common occurance in this small conversation. With that he would have turned back front and let his arm slip over, patting her on the thigh closest to him in an almost "coach" like fashion to let her know it was alright, only to have his arm retreat.
"Dont worry hun. I've been driving for almost 9 years in some form or other, had my license for 6. Even raced pro for a little while.. nothing big like nascar or anything, but some less common racing events." Of course the car could move alot faster then he had it going, which was about fifty miles per hour on average, most of the signs they were passing were 35-45 miles perhour meaning he was obviously going too fast, but he was not blazing a hundred miles per hour through intersections or anything either.
In the distance Mikes Wing Bar would have shown up on the horizon, just barely visible, and that was right where they were headed. It was not really a bar persay, given they did not only have traditional bar food like nachoes and wings, they had full course meals such as steak, pastas, other stuff like that, but the wings were the hot ticket there.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 16, 2009 1:09:30 GMT -8
"Good. Its not nice to live life in fear of what you can do and try. "
He took another drink from the bottle and offered it to her. She took it, not wanting to be rude, but didn't drink from it. She looked at the bottle as he told her it was only going to be another couple blocks. They slowed to a stop at a red light and he turned towards her in his seat.
"Why, worried I might wreck the car or do something crazy?"
She froze, afraid she had offended him. She turned to look at him, a look of shock on her face. "No, no, I didn't mean it like that!" He reached over patting her on the thigh. Ok, so she hadn't offended him. She sighed, her heart beating quickly. She needed to calm down. She was so on edge. She lifted the bottle to her lips and took a gulp. It burned, but she managed to hold it down and not look like a complete n00b as he told her about his driving experience.
She was surprised, and intrigued when he told her he raced. That was cool. She took another drink, this time a small sip, and set the bottle between the seats. She didn't think it was a good idea to be drinking at this point either. She knew that people who didn't drink often, especially smaller built people, got drunk quickly. That was something she didn't want. Travis was going to kill her for this... She smiled. Ah well. She was her own person. She could handle herself.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 16, 2009 1:30:01 GMT -8
The male watched out of the corner of his eye as she took a couple swigs of that alcohol. "Mm. Careful, its got a kick. " What was he talking about? Oh nothing.. the mun's knew what it was, that was all that mattered, lets just say that she would not have been feeling drowsy so it was not a "knock out" drug. Those lips licked over he would have reached down, grabbed the bottle and took another small swig before replacing the lid on it and closing the center console as he was pulling into the parking lot to the wing bar. "This place has really hot wings.. its also got other stuff too, steak, chicken, pasta dishes. Its all good though, blends of spcies and alot of it made on the grill. "
Pulling into an empty space near the edge of the lot so as not to take up two spots, the car would have kicked off shortly after as his fingers had turned the key of course. The car revved down and slowly after the radio cut off just near the end of the song. His hand went for the door that white shirt pulled from his pocket as he walked around the otherside and opened her door, those shoes already back on his feet. Stepping away from the door to let her get out he would have put on that shirt and buttoned it up to the top and when she got out, closed the door back. A simple smile to her and he would have offered a hand. "Mm. Shall we?"
Of course he was being the "gentleman" if you could call him in truth. He did get some glances though from the other people around the lot, just from sheer size alone, but add in that larger then life car? You got alot of looks. This happened to be one of his favorite places though, as it had great wings and quite a bit of "atmosphere."
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 16, 2009 1:51:21 GMT -8
"Mm. Careful, its got a kick. "
She looked up at him. She assumed he meant nothing more then the fact that the alcohol burned her throat. She gave a small laugh and blew off the comment. Her stomach gave another small growl as they pulled into the parking lot.
"This place has really hot wings.. its also got other stuff too, steak, chicken, pasta dishes. Its all good though, blends of spcies and alot of it made on the grill. "
She smiled and laughed. That small drink had helped. She was feeling much more relaxed now. The food sounded really good. She couldn't wait to eat. Sara was the type of girl who could, and would, eat anything without a second thought. She somehow managed to maintain a healthy body weight, and looked good, so as long as her pants fit, she would continue to eat the way she was.
He got out of the car, and as soon as he hit her side of the door, he was dressed again, shoes on, and shirt being buttoned. He was quick wasn't he?
"Mm. Shall we?"
Sara gave a small laugh, blushing, brushing off his offered hand as a joke. She was uncomfortable with physical contact... unless of course it was a fight. Then she had no problem getting up close and personal. She practically skipped ahead to get to the bar faster, ignoring the looks of the people in the parking lot. She turned her head, looking back at him. "Common! Hurry up! I'm hungry!!" She said this in a joking voice, not really caring how long he took, but hell, the faster he got there the better.
Okay.... Maybe those little sips had been just a sip to much.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 16, 2009 2:11:32 GMT -8
She brushes off his hand and that got his brow cocked upwards a bit, those feet, however, continued on their path towards the bar after she skipped ahead away from him. Was nothing wrong to him, he figured she just not want to be carted around, no big deal what so ever. Instead of bothering with anything else he would have picked up the pace to distance himself away from the car, and upon reaching the door, which put him infront of her, would have produced a grab of the handle and an opening afterwards. He held it open for her to enter and then ducked slightly as he entered afterwards.
Those hands of his rose up and folded behind his neck, interlacing neatly as he took his spot infront of the "servers" distributation center. Otherwise known as the place where you waited in order to get a table or a booth. The server stepped up and he smirked at her, causing her to pull back a bit and stutter as she spoke about the place they'd like. "Two to a booth. Non smoking please. " He said please? Oh yea. When he was being condescending about it anyhow. None the less the girl would have walked away, moving quickly to get as far away from him as possible.
She practically threw their menus down and ran off, causing Katsuri to grin as he sat down on one side of that booth, those hands falling down to the table. It was tiny compared to him, but large enough that eating off of it would be possible. Not as easy as say a normal person, but he would make due either way. A simple glance at the menu and he would have known what he wanted. Blue cheese hamburger and an order of thirty boneless "searing" hot wings and a side order of chili cheese fries. To top this off? A nice cold glass of iced tea. He was a big boy, and thus required a big order.. if he were eating for real he could have put down twice that. "Order whatever you like, its on me. "
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Feb 16, 2009 2:20:28 GMT -8
(OOC: I sees myself an open thread, I joins myself an open thread ^_^ hope ya'll don't mind.)
Fake ID? Check. Money? Ha. Matrim was one of the richest orphans ever. Not only was his father rich, but his dead friend with no family left everything to him. His dead best friend who had a company with his last name in it, that's how rich he was. You know those metal credit cards? The infamous black cards? Sure, they USED to be fake. Not anymore. Matrim bought what he wanted, when he wanted. And in this case, he wanted something to drink, in the smoking section by himself.
"Well, it tastes like car oil.... I guess that means it'll do it's job," Matrim said. And then he saw someone come into the place, someone with a very large body, and he was with Sara. Matrim thought this was fishy, Sara in a bar? With a boy other then her boyfriend? He would have to check this out. After all, it couldn't be anything good.
"Hey dish boy," Matrim said to one of the guys that worked there, "Give me your uniform and you can keep my harley outside."
"Really?" The boy asked.
"Just cus you asked, no." Matrim said, "Instead if you hand it over to me I won't beat you to a bloody pulp," He said. And a few moments later Matrim looked like one of the workers there. He approached the table, taking out the pencil and order pad the boy had, and noticed the boy had a decent amount of tip money too, "Score...."
Matrim walked over to the table with the Giant, "Hi my name is Matt I'll be your server tonight, our specials are..." Matrim hesitated remembering what he was told when he entered the bar, "Ah to hell with it, nobody's ever interested in the specials. What can I get you? Or did you still need a moment to decide?"
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 16, 2009 2:36:03 GMT -8
Despite the fact that she was moving quicker then him, he still got to the door first. She looked up at him as he opened it for her. Man, he was so nice~Such a gentleman~ She went inside, feeling like a kid in a candy store. She couldn't believe how hungry she was. She had been hungry before they got in the car, but now she was ravenous. The smells from the table were intoxicating. She was so engrossed in staring at the different food people were eating that she completely ignored the servers uncomfortableness.
They were led to a booth and seated. Sara slid into the seat opposite the giant. The giant... Hmm... She hadn't asked for his name yet. She picked up her menu, and flipped through it.
"Order whatever you like, its on me. "
She smiled and gave a small laugh. She was a little uncomfortable with the idea of spending to much of his money. "Thanks, I'll try to keep it cheap. I'm Sara. I don't think we introduced ourselves yet." She glanced up at him quickly then dropped her eyes again. Everything looked soooo good.
She heard the waiter arrive, but was so caught up in looking at the menu she didn't even bother to look up, and otherwise ignored him. She had more important things on her mind anyways, like what his name was, and what to order. She giggled looking at the prices. Ya. She giggled. Good job Sara.
She decided on a pasta, and without a second thought, she spoke.
"I want a pasta. That one." She pointed to it. "Fettuccine Alfredo... mmm... and just a coke. Thanks." She gave another giggle and dropped her head to the table. Definitely. Good job Sara.
((OOC - never had to RP like this before... this is interesting...))
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 16, 2009 2:50:13 GMT -8
The brow of that male caught itself up in an odd bit of curiousity. They neither one had told one another their names yet.. despite recounting the events that had thus far transpired he could not find a single bit of evidence in the direction of such an utterance. This caused a bit of distress in the man but none the less he hid it well, and as soon as she had spoken hers he would have followed quickly in suit of that. "Katsuri. Tis nice to meet you Sara." He said his smile there, his eyes glancing over to the waiter which had arrived at their table, his brow coming up for a very, very, different reason now.
He knew whom this person was right away, he knew he had seen the boys mug around school in the past, involved in some fighting most likely, but he knew for a fact he went to 259.. ah heh. Name escaped him. Oh well. He'd deal with it if it became a problem. The girl ordered first, getting herself some pasta as well as a coke, she could have ordered the whole menu, would not have made a bit of a difference to him, after all, the bottle of crown she had been sipping on would have bought a portion of this building if you considered all of what was in it. Lips licked over, he turned head to the man and spoke, slow and clear, but not to the point of seeming to consider the man a retard.
"I'll have a blue cheese burger, an order of thirty boneless hot wings, a side order of chili-cheese fries and an iced tea. " That said he would have placed his menu off to the side of the table so the boy did not have to reach for it. He was not rude, just an asshole.. there was a difference.. believe me. Order placed though would have let him slip back into the seat, tapping the side of her leg lightly with his massive foot. On purpose of course. "Mm, you were so hungry. Sure thats all you want? " He asked with a bit of a chuckle coming from the behemoth in human clothing.
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Feb 16, 2009 3:04:12 GMT -8
Matrim scribbled Sara's order, making note of how she looked. Matrim had been drunk before, he had even been high before, but he had never been that bad before. He kind of wondered what would have done this to her. He had his suspicions with the giant, but he didn't dare fight him here or now. If it came down to it he would just somehow get Sara away from him and get her out of there on his bike. After all, someone might as well make use of the helmet since he never wore it himself.
"Alright, I'll have that out to you guys in just a moment," Matrim said, listening to what he asked Sara, "I'll be by in a second to double check on you guys in case she decides she wants anything more." Matrim then made his way to the kitchen, he entered and people looked at him strangely.
"Who are you? And what's with the eye patch?" One of the people said, and Matrim reached up to take it off.
"Sorry, doctor's and all that, I'm the new employee, John's pal," He said, using a very common name hoping that it was one of someone who worked there.
"Oh you know John? How is he?"
"Well you know John," Matrim said and made a strange expression, putting the ticket on the order wheel. And quickly walking away a strange look on his face wondering how in the hell he managed to pull that off. He pocketed the eye patch, and got the iced tea and the coke. He then took it out to their table. He didn't know if any conversation took place or not.
"Here's your iced tea," Matrim said, setting it down and setting down a straw in it's paper wrapping, "And here is your coke," Matrim set down the coke for Sara and put the straw down next to it, "If there is anything else just let me know, I'll be around the area taking orders."
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 16, 2009 3:18:53 GMT -8
"I'll have a blue cheese burger, an order of thirty boneless hot wings, a side order of chili-cheese fries and an iced tea. "
Sara listened to what he ordered. Wow... That's a lot... But man... That sounds good... She let out another little giggle, and lifted her head, wiping her hands over her face. She was feeling a little funny. She brushed it off. It was probably nothing. The stress of a long day. She was having quite a bit of trouble focusing on more then one thing. She felt him tap the side of her leg, the touch sending tingles through her body.
Whoa, what was that?! Well that was a new feeling. She glanced under the table, looking at his leg. Nope. Nothing strange. Must have just been her.
Sara had never done any drugs before. She rarely drank, and when she did, she never got piss drunk. She would not have been able to place her symptoms as anything suspicious, let alone known to make note of them. In fact, she really didn't notice a difference even.
"Mm, you were so hungry. Sure thats all you want? "
She looked up at him, laughing. "Ya, that's all. For now... Maybe I'll want a desert... Do they have anything good here? For deserts I mean?" She really would have liked something sweet, and cold. That sounded nice. She wanted her drink. She rubbed her hands over her face again, ignoring the waiter. He needed to shoo and go get their food before she attacked the plates at the table next to them. She dropped her head back to the table.
They were silent for another few minutes, and then the waiter was back with the drinks. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him set the glass down. She reached her hand onto the table and pulled it towards her, giving a small "mhm" in response to him speaking. If it was important, Katsuri would hear it. She then grabbed the straw, popping it out of the wrapper.
She wondered. She pushed her leg out, touching it against his again. The same tingles. Well wasn't that interesting. She left her leg touching his.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 16, 2009 3:58:54 GMT -8
The man took their order and vanished, speaking but he was not heard, after all his focus had been shifted back on the girl. He did not have a grimace on his face nor a smile.. the grin was gone, his face was blank. If one looked into those eyes of his they would have found him deep in thought, so much so he was lost from the world. His prephireal working now on instinct alone meaning he was not necessarily locked into the ties of something that would be gone from others. Finger tips moved swiftly, grasping around the straw and letting those teeth biting onto it pulling the paper off and spitting it away.
The straw was withdrawn afterwards and dropped down into the glass of iced tea. He brought it up to his lips and took a sip, the leg that came up to touch his and a smile seemed to grace his face, of course as it did he lightly rubbed back against hers softly, not really moving a whole lot given its size but the effect would have been enough to prove he knew she had done it even despite him being out of it. The waiter was ignored at this point, as was everyone else around him, the only one being paid any attention was the girl infront of him which should have been quite obvious now.
He drained a good eigth of that glass of liquid and returned his eyes to her. "Mm. As I said, its my treat, you can have whatever you like. " This said he would have put those lips of his into a purse for one more little sip and then it was set down on the table and slipped to the side out of the way for when the food came. " They do have an awesome hot fudge cake, as well as a good ice cream cake if you prefer that. " Personally? He was going to go for the cheesecake. He did enjoy a good cheesecake with hot fudge dribbled on the top of it.
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Post by Matrim Gallagher on Feb 16, 2009 22:13:19 GMT -8
Matrim was sure that she was under the influence of something now. So when he went back to the kitchen he had to take a seat and think of something. If he kept them here longer, the effects may slowly be filtered out by her liver. If the drug was too strong though, he wouldn't be able to do anything. He'd just have to make sure he didn't leave them alone or leave together. So he just sat there for awhile.
"Did you need to go on break?" The girl from before asked. And Matrim looked over to her, she seemed to be kind enough.
"No, I'm just trying to figure something out is all, thanks love," Matrim said.
"You don't work here."
"No, just know that girl, and somethings wrong with her. I need to get her away from that guy but I don't know how."
"Why don't you just call the police?"
"Phone the police? No sorry, don't see that being the solution here. I just need a good distraction to get her away from him. But I suppose there's no harm in letting them eat their meal now is there?" He said. Rubbing his chin.
"Would you like something to drink?" The girl asked him.
"Bottled water," Matrim said, and she left to get him water. He would wait for their order to come up and observe them for a little longer.
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Post by Sara Gallagher on Feb 17, 2009 0:02:10 GMT -8
"Mm. As I said, its my treat, you can have whatever you like. "
She lifted her head from the table. It took effort to do that, the table was actually quite comfortable. She dropped her straw into her drink and pulled it to her lips, smiling at him.
" They do have an awesome hot fudge cake, as well as a good ice cream cake if you prefer that. "
She could feel him rubbing against her leg, and that was fine. It was great. That felt good. She giggled again. She felt so... bubbly. She wasn't normally bubbly. She brushed it off as just being in the company of such a gentleman, and about to get some good food. And man, did those deserts sounds good or what?
"Mmm, yum. Ya, I'll probably have desert then!" She turned her head, stretching her neck, looking for the waiter. "Where the hell is he?" She mumbled. She was so damn hungry, didn't he know that? He needed to hurry... The food at the table next to them was looking really good right now.
She was practically bouncing in her seat she was so impatient for the food. She tried to calm herself down before he noticed, and thought she was some sort of food whore. She picked up her drink, taking another long sip. The glass was almost empty. Why the hell did they put so much ice in. Mmmm.... Ice. Those were some interesting ideas popping into her head. She looked at the ice in her glass, blushing. Well... That to was interesting... But what the hell. She tried to fish a piece out to chew on it.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 17, 2009 0:12:37 GMT -8
He was rather amused by all of this, mostly due to the fact he drunk what was in the bottle of crown all the time. The girl seemed to be hit quite hard with it for what she had drunk.. but then again, he high underestimated the fact he was nearly four times the size of her which made it all interesting. Either way, he too was beginning to grow impatient.. and if he had to wait much longer he'd just go grab something off the table of another plate himself. Either way. As she finished her drink and blushed at her ice cube.. causing a snide grin to pop up for a moment before he shook his head. Another sip of his iced tea was given and he slid that glass over to her figuring she was still thirsty.
What was done could not be undone.. he remembered the first time he got hold of the root in a drink.. god. He had been so ravenous he damn near began sinking teeth into all the raw meat they had spread out in his families kitchen. Eitherway. The dose he had gotten was nearly five times that which she had gotten from those few little sips.. ah well. Endurance is as endurance is. His leg stayed there, lightly rubbing hers, but otherwise he did not move. One elbow lodged against the booth behind them and his arm rose up to allow him to support his cheek with the fist it made.
Ah well. This one was definitely cute which made you wonder just what it was she had running through her pretty little head as that root coursed through her veins.. there was a cocktail in their, but the primary cause of all of this would have lasted for hours. Eitherway. Assumptions of people made he was not going to let the little lass out of his sight, if for no other reason then he doubted anyone but him could control her should the issue become a more dangerous one. "Should not take much longer. Pasta usually is a very quick cooking meal."
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