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 Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 5:37 pm
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 Ｊ ｏ ｎ ａ ｔｈ ａ ｎ Ｐ ｈ ｅ ｌ ｐ ｈ ｓ Human ◆ Thirty-eight ◆ Divorced
▅ ▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Who Luna, Bree & Jacob | Attire x | Cash: 1100 | OOC Sorry guys!
XXXXXXXJonathon chuckled, reaching out to wrap his hand around the glass of beer presented to him. Instantly, his palm became slick with the beads of condensation that dripped down its surface. "I'll find a way to win you back." he said with a smirk, taking a swig of alcohol. It had an almost sweet taste, with a subtle hint of the actual alcohol. An all and all nice flavor to the dark liquid. The glass fell back against the counter with a light thud, and the man leaned forward with a sigh. The bar's atmosphere was relaxing, a drastic change to his own business. The Captain's Deck was more of a... bar, and attracted the more younger generation; it even had a DJ. He looked up in surprise at Bree when she revealed that she had been sick. "If you had called me I would've come over." he replied, tilting his head towards his friend. "How bad has it been?"
He looked over at the drink Bree handed Luna, taking another sip of his very own while he did so. The woman didn't appear to a heavy-drinker, but he had to remind himself that looks could be deceiving. "Be careful with that." he teased, "we want you lucid as long as possible." he chuckled lightly as he looked at Luna. It'd be an interesting turn of events, though. "Ah." he turned his attention back to the more quiet male, nodding his head as he listened to him. "Have you seen much of the town?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 5:55 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 6:04 pm
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 ⊙〖 Bree Teagan 〗⊙▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ ▀▄▀▄▀ ( ♬ But I think my mistakes became the chemistry for my miracles... • ) By now, she had started on her own. She pulled out a chilled beer glass. In reality, it was the same as Jonathon's and Jacob's, but she wouldn't be making a beer in this one. The next glass was small and clear, about a shot's worth of liquid. She cleared her throat, now in "bartender mode". Bottles being tossed this way and that, two red liquids being poured into the glass. Keeping it still, picked up the beer glass and placed it over the smaller one. She picked them both up, making sure not to spill the red one and tipped the entire thing over, the beer glass now up to it's normal stance and the other upside down, sealed. Absent-mindedly she began to talk, glaring at Jonathon and smiling to Luna. "It's not strong." She winked and laughed quietly. "Jonathon's just a whimp." Her tongue stuck out teasingly before speaking again.
Another glass, ice, then tequila, then Blue Curacao. Snap! Siiizzzz.. The smell of Sprite was almost overwhelming. A smack of lemon lime straight in the face. Count to two. Allllll right. "Finn's all super worried about it. It's been this stomach bug for like.. A week on and off. Just vomit and sleep." She shrugged, placing the stringer over the glass. "I'm not worried about it. I'm sure it'll pass." She poured the chilled blue mixture on top of the sealed red glass, the end sticking out. Hnnn... This drink was so much fun.( • ... And I think that my tests became my testimonies. ♬ ) OOC: --
Today's Outfit: Summer Breeze~...
Feeling: Happy!!; Loved.
Money: $500 |
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 6:15 pm
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<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Nehmen Sie darauf abzielen, zu atmen, und Feuer
There are times where I want to go to bed....
His face didn't seem elated at her decision to call her Theo, he didn't really mind what she called him. He waited for her to gather her things, once she stood up to her feet, he offered his elbow out to her. "My mother told me to be a gentleman, I must escort the lady." His eyes didn't seem to understand the meaning, he just knew he should walk her home and not expect anything else. He's done it before, Theodor had walked other girls home, and afterwards he just returned to his home. Theodor waited for her to to respond to his gesture, "...Again, I must apologize. But may you lead me? I don't know the way. This must be not what you expected...I'm very sorry."
(exits)
....In hopes that I won't wake up the very next day.
O.O.C:
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Nehmen Sie darauf abzielen, zu atmen, und Feuer >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
✖ ✖ Balance: $498.50
✖ ✖ Currently thinking: Interested...
✖ ✖ Currently carrying: Null
✖ ✖ Location: Shimmering Starfish
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 6:21 pm
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Jacob's golden eyes flickered over Bree. Indeed Finn was worried about her, but until he saw Bree get sick herself, he'd believe the both of them for now. Each had their own sides, that was a known fact. But he had made a promise to Finn to get her to the hospital. And unless some God forsaken distraction came up, he'd keep to it. He exhaled slowly and looked at Jonathon. It honestly didn't bother him in the slightest to hear the fake flirting towards her, and even if it was real, it was pretty obvious Bree would never leave Finn's side. Running a hand through his hair, he took a drink and sighed, relaxed. He didn't drink often, but when he did, it was relaxing. Thoughts hovering around the situation, he spoke up quietly. "Finn tells me it's only in the morning. And you ate a jar of pickles before falling asleep." There was a slight playful tone.
It wasn't out of the ordinary for him, but it was pretty funny to hear about it. Especially with Finn's reaction to the entire thing.
OOC: --
Account: $500.
Wearing: A Classic Repeat.
Feeling: Neutral.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 6:43 pm
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Ｌｕｎａ Ｍａｒｉｎ x x x x x x x x x x x x- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Profile: x | Outfit: x | Relationship Status: Single | Funds: $500 x- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
⋙ Luna looked at the drink curiously before looking over at Jonathon and chuckling softly, but knew she would have to drink the alcohol slowly. Bright blue eyes glanced at the other two as they spoke, finding out that Bree had been filling ill for a few weeks. Being sick was never good, though Luna usually didn't really have to worry about getting sick, having the ability to control snow meant her immune system was pretty strong. Looking at the glass again, she then smiled a bit before she grabbed the glass, not affected by the coldness of the glass. Bringing it up to her lips, she inspected the drink a little before she took a small sip. It wasn't actually that bad. Taking another drink, she then set the glass down before looking at Bree. "It's very good." She said, smiling at her politely before she wondered what she would do or say, she wasn't very good at keeping up a conversation.
|Out.Of.Crystals| ~ |
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 8:43 pm
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Ｊ ｏ ｎ ａ ｔｈ ａ ｎ Ｐ ｈ ｅ ｌ ｐ ｈ ｓ Human ◆ Thirty-eight ◆ Divorced
▅ ▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Who Luna, Bree & Jacob | Attire x | Cash: 1100 | OOC Sorry guys!
XXXXXXXA playful roll of the eyes. "Please." the word was exaggerated and slapped with a light scoff. Him, a wimp? Not even. Especially not physically. The male didn't work out every single day--that took far too much effort and commitment than he was even willing to put forth-- but his muscle tone was evident. "Bree, I could drink you under the table any day." as if to prove a point, he downed the rest of his drink in a single sitting. The, now empty, glass was then pushed back towards the woman, an amused expression stretched across Jonathon's face. Though it would simmer into a more worried one as he listened to her retelling of her sickness. However it was rocketed back to an amused one--his face was changing expressions a mile a minute it would seem-- when Jacob added to the conversation. "Pickles? Mrs. Teagan, tell me you're not pregnant."
The symptoms matched the pregnancy scare his wife--when she had been his wife, and not the cheating harlot he now viewed her as-- had when they were still together. But that view had been conjured up when she was drunk. Bree, however, was sober. And if that was true, that meant she didn't need to be drinking; or challenged to any drinking games. Which, was for the better. He didn't need to be drinking so much anyway. An alcoholic was not attractive.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 9:31 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 2:40 am
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Placing his elbow onto the wooden counter, Jacob's gaze switched from Jonathon to Bree. It was a curious and interesting thing to think about. Bree could hold her liquor well, but not extremely well. When she got drunk, she got... Well, she just looked a little loopy and delusional. Hung on to people and occasionally started dancing on tables. Though Jonathon... Well, he hadn't heard much of him, so there wasn't much to think about in that instant. He took another drink, swallowing harshly and gave a glance over to Luna. It was amazing how quiet people could be - though he certainly couldn't talk. His eyes fell over her ears. Interesting. Perhaps non or half human. He studied her another few seconds before looking back at Bree; choking at Jonathon's statement.
Pregnant. That would... Actually fit the bill. Of course, earlier he had mentioned Acid Reflux. But with the odd eating habits.. Well, he couldn't say anything about that. Or the sleeping. He swallowed harshly and studied her reaction. She had laughed, which made him a little more comfortable. Shifting onto the arm, he began sifting through the alcoholic bottles. At least, he would've if Bree hadn't suddenly made a run for it. His eyes lifted and he set his beer down, beginning to stand. Where was she going? Had she seen Finn? His jaw clenched down, exaggerating his cheekbones. He'd... He'd wait. For now. She had a bit of a tendency to run off at the simplest sight.
He picked up his beer, attempting to hold still in the bar. But time was ticking by slowly for him... After what felt like forever, he felt a buzz and picked his phone out of his pocket. Not coming back. Need time alone. - <3 Eyebrows knitting together, he tucked it back away and standing off of the stool. He rearranged his vest, making his way around the bar. "Bree's not coming back." He murmured, not raising his eyes to Jonathon or Luna. Instead, he began capping 2 ounce cups on top of the bottles and placing them back in order before wringing out a sanitized rag and standing, picking his beer into his hand and taking another drink. He didn't intend to leave soon now, so instead he came back to the stool and sat down.
OOC: --
Account: $500.
Wearing: A Classic Repeat.
Feeling: Curious; Slightly Nervous.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2014 2:52 am
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Ｌｕｎａ Ｍａｒｉｎ x x x x x x x x x x x x- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Profile: x | Outfit: x | Relationship Status: Single | Funds: $500 x- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
⋙ Luna quietly sipped at her drink and looked at the others, her head tilting to the side a little as she thought she felt someone looking at her, glancing over, just the faintest hint of a blush appeared on her face as her eyes gazed into Jacob's eyes before she looked away. She had gotten a somewhat odd vibe from the male, not in a bad way at all, more of a... curious sort of feeling. She could easily tell that he wasn't human, she just didn't know what he was. The female then blinked before she glanced over at Jonathon at his comment of Bree being pregnant, but that statement could make sense with her being sick all the time and having odd food cravings. She didn't have much experience with pregnancy or being around it, so she would have no clue.
Luna's eyes then flickered to Bree as she laughed, maybe the pregnancy statement had been wrong? Or... perhaps it wasn't. Luna's bright blue eyes watched as the curly haired female ran out of the building. The elf wondered where she was headed, but knew it wasn't any of her business to ask, so she just kept quiet. It seemed like time had ticked on forever before the silence was broken by Jacob saying that Bree wouldn't be returning to the group. "I hope everything is alright." The female said as she looked over at the other two, holding her drink in her hands before she set it down. Well, things had definitely taken an interesting turn from this morning, that was for sure.
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2014 2:50 am
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Cocking an eyebrow, Jacob lifted a leg slightly to rest the sole of his black shoe on a bar near the bottom of the stool. His knee bent and he had finally been on the verge of finishing his beer. He'd want a smoke after this, that was for sure. Alcohol and tobacco were something that worked well together. With a sigh, he glanced at the back of the bar longingly. Something about the way Bree didn't come back - it worried him for sure. And so he stayed at the bar for another hour and a half or two. But his worriment was most certainly getting the best of him. He swiveled his body to face the window outside of the bar and suddenly caught a glimpse of flying curls running bare foot down the sidewalk. Eyes widening, he lifted himself and pressed the glass into the bar, attempting not to squeeze it too hard.
"My apologies, but I must be on my way." He nodded once to Jonathon, then to Luna. "I am certain I will see you both around. However, I'm afraid I have a needed call. Adieu." A slight bow before he quickly made his way towards the door. There was no doubt about it now. A fleeting, limping Finn was hurtling after her. He made his way out of the door and quickly out onto the street, towards the beach.
OOC: --
Account: $500.
Wearing: A Classic Repeat.
Feeling: Nervous.
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2014 8:40 pm
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Ｊ ｏ ｎ ａ ｔｈ ａ ｎ Ｐ ｈ ｅ ｌ ｐ ｈ ｓ Human ◆ Thirty-eight ◆ Divorced
▅ ▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅ Who Luna, Bree & Jacob | Attire x | Cash: 1090 | OOC Fwaaah, Tragic I am so sorry!
XXXXXXXJonathon watched Bree's hurried exit quietly, reaching a hand up to brush his thumb over his cheek. So there was a possibility then? He'd have to check on her tomorrow then. Especially since Jacob had confirmed that she wouldn't be returning to the bar. A seed of worry had managed to worm itself inside, but he did well to ignore it for now. It wasn't anything too major... just a possible pregnancy-- unexpected at that. No need to worry!
And so, the man spent another hour in the company of Luna and Jacob. It was... nice, though there certainly was less conversation now that Bree was gone. Jonathon chanced a glance towards his watch, eyebrows raising when he realized the time. It was getting late. Golden eyes flickered towards his companion, but shifted to Jacob as he stood to his feet. "It was nice meeting you." he replied to the other male's farewell, and watched momentarily as he made his exit. Given the time, it'd be wise to follow in Jacob's lead. "Well, Ms. Luna, shall we be off?" he asked as he slipped a hand in his pocket, retrieving his wallet and taking out enough money to pay for both his drink as well as hers. They'd each only ordered a single drink, and together that chalked up to be ten dollars. Which certainly wasn't much. "Do you know how to get back to your house from here, or did you plan on staying out a bit longer?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2014 9:00 pm
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