Diamond couldn't help but laugh, this time at herself as she eased back into her previous seat. "I'm sorry, I know I have a cynical sense of humor, I'm stubborn too. I should have warned you." She shrugged lightheartedly, pausing to fix her dress and pull it a little higher on her bust. Gin would usually give her that adorable pout he was so good at and call her a meanie, so she knew how she could be. By now hopefully she knew when to put on the brakes too. She didn't realize how much she was missing Gin, she was still in love with him. Even if she rolled her eyes ninety percent of the time because he always had to be so corny. He loved her for her good and bad. "Hm? Oh, just another Russian- The drink." She replied, then tossed in some humor as she corrected herself and pulled out another twenty to lay infront of him. She should ask for water, but wasn't in the mood. "Thanks for being my bouncer while I danced, those ten year olds never stood a chance." She smiled, waiting on her drink before taking the first refreshing sip. She only just now rememebered she was drinking all this alcohol on an empty stomach, which wasn't true best choice. But she didn't feel like cooking when she got home. What was closest to here she could buy food from? The woman kicked her legs absently, staring down at the counter as she traced the grain of the wood.
End Shift/Driving 1217 Pasadena Housing Qualified Medical Doctor* 31 years old* So Single Loves Children Currency is: $1000 Ooc: ~
GMassacre
Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2015 11:24 pm
whiters4
"He wasn't bitter. He was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind that just takes time..."
Mishka Dmitri Ivankov || Bartender at Neon Lights || 34 || Single || || Attire/+ || Interested in-[N/A] || || With-[Dia] || Currency-[1,000] || || Profile || [OoC-] ||
He grinned and gave her a small shrug when she apologized for her crude humor, throwing in the warning that she was also stubborn, the whole package apparently. He had been the one to make the joke, he wouldn't have done that if he knew a certain response would offend him. He made sure not to watch her torso while she readjusted her dress and instead waited for her to make eye contact, a soft look on his face. He waited for her to give him another order and when she did he stood and started up work, only stopping to look up at her, grin spread out on his lips. "Oh damn, I thought I was about to get lucky and have some awesome super Russian three way." He teased, scrunching up his nose a little not in disgust but just in all fun in game. A three way wouldn't be all that bad right now, to be completely honest, it also wouldn't be his first. He went back to making the drink, setting it down on the coaster in front of her when she started to thank him. He nodded, expression falling from teasing to more pleased. "Well of course, someones gotta teach the kids some respect while there still young." Mish said, smiling still wide once his words where finished, wide enough to crinkle the side of his eyes and his nose a little, but it left and faded into something more neutral in only a short period of time. He tried to recount how many drink she had had, this was her third? Yeah, he wondered if she had a ride. She was obviously a light weight, or at lest lighter then him, considering she was a little buzzed after only two drinks. He would ask her if she needed a ride later, maybe offer her some food and water or coffee so she could sober up a little in case she ran into mister ex-fiance. He wondered if it would creep her out if he offered a ride back to his place, probably but he didn't care he would ask anyways. He wasn't going to let her drown her pain away then read on the new that she was arrested or crashed or wanted for murder or anything!
Diamond laughed at his reply, "Sorry! You'll have to make due with being the only Russian in stock." She winked, giggling a bit more as she began glancing around for the time. She still had to go home and get the laundry done, perhaps do a little dusting before she crashed. And once she got up, cooking dinner, washing dishes and checking on her half of the business. Unless this drink pushed her over the edge, in which case she'd sleep it off and drown it in coffee and aspirin. She could always eat at work, the food was healthier although maybe not quite as tasty. Looking up and smirking at his comment about teaching respect, she watched his expression mellow out while his beer sat idle. This was probably going to be her first and last visit to Neon Lights, perhaps any bar at all. She had a reputation as a doctor; not that it meant she couldn't go to a bar. However, it was important for her to have a clean slate and keep it: she had finally heard back from the adoption agency, received a picture of the infant picked out for her, even. It was the same time Gin left, perhaps that being one of the reasons. She wasn't sure if he wanted to be a father, but- oh, that just sounds so terrible. It was complicated! If he'd shown some damn physical interest in her in the seven years they were together, and asked her to marry him sooner, she wouldn't have assumed he didn't really have an interest in being in her life! Why wasn't it true when he left anyway? It might be a little more her fault than his why he left, but he still did. Ever since moving here a year ago...the anxiety attacks and night terrors, she probably lost her mind- to fill out adoption papers without telling Gin, and to get so over involved in work. If they hadn't had that near death experience at the Halloween festival, she doubted he would have purposed. She didn't think he was ready, and the prof was her being alone now. Whatever was the real reason he left, probably a little of everything, she was sticking it out on her own now. She was going through with the adoption. Rather than coming to the bar again, maybe she should start on the nursery. That'd be fun too, sorta. It wasn't the same as drinking, but it wasn't as much of a hazard and it would make her happy. She hummed lowly, parting her lips to release the straw as she sighed. "Okay, now just a water and I'm outta here. I think I've stolen enough of your time, you have other sob stories to hear." She smiled, pushing her empty cup closer and licking her lips. "I had fun hanging out with you, if that counts a having out. I hope we bump into each other outside of the bar." She paused, then snickered quietly to herself behind her hand. Oh dear Dia, you've had quite enough haven't you. Now you're just being cheesy and stupidly drunk. The woman waited on her water, Turning around in her seat and watching the crowd while she drank from it. After a few moments, perhaps in which he may or may not have spoken to her, she reverted her attention to him. "Would you be bothered if I gave you my number? You can even do the whole 'waiting three days' before calling me. I don't know too many people in town who's my age." She asked, a small hint of pink bloomed on her cheeks. He could accept it just to be nice, and never actually call. Which, made her look a tinsey bit pathetic. But! He could also turn her down, or take it and actually call. Could be so rth the risk.
End Shift/Driving 1217 Pasadena Housing Qualified Medical Doctor* 31 years old* So Single Loves Children Currency is: $1000 Ooc: ~
GMassacre
Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2015 1:44 pm
whiters4
"He wasn't bitter. He was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind that just takes time..."
Mishka Dmitri Ivankov || Bartender at Neon Lights || 34 || Single || || Attire/+ || Interested in-[N/A] || || With-[Dia] || Currency-[1,000] || || Profile || [OoC-] ||
He smiled again as she told him he would have to deal with being the only Russian. He knew having all this crazy blood in him would do him some good! He sat back and watched her zone out, tugging lightly at his scarf so it wasn't strangling him. When he dropped his hand again he made sure to let his fingers lightly brush over his sunglasses that hung from his shirt, just to make sure they where still there. They where, which was good, they where expensive and one of his favorite pairs. Dia seemed to have lost herself in thought and Mish let himself follow her lead, he thought about TV shows and books, he thought about his job and different ones he could/should get, he thought about new investments he should make, and as he always did he thought about his wife, he blamed himself and he thought of how everything could have ended so perfectly if he had just not been a cheap a*****e. He could feel a finial p***k behind his eyes but at the same time heard Dia speak.
He looked up at her and in that moment she was a saint. he nodded and filled up a glass with ice and water, swallowing down his sorrows hard and focusing on Dia. He traded her the full cup of water for the empty glass, he washed it and put it away and turned back to Dia, running a quick hand down the lower half of his face and letting his fingers rub at his stubbled cheek. She told him she had had fun and he smiled, "As did I." he said quickly, though he was sure she didn't hear him. She offered her number and he stared at her in disbelief for a moment before giving her his most charming grin. He dug around and found a pen and ripped a napkin in half. He scribbled down his full name and under it his phone number, then handed it to her along with the empty half and pen. He leaned one elbow on the bar and rested his chin in his palm, fingers curling and resting on his cheek, thumb under his jaw. "Are you sure you're good to drive?" He asked tilting his head into his hand slightly, concern visible in his expression. "If you need it I'm game to drop you off and walk myself back home." he looked down at his other wrist what had a watch wrapped snug around it, his shift was about over anyways and he would probably leave after her anyways/
Diamond covered up her smile at Mishka's gawking, lowering her hand down again as he grinned. He had a cute smile. The doctor crossed her legs, watching the bartender find a pin and napkin to begin scribbling on. After a moment when he was done, she took the half written on and folded it so it didn't rip. "Hm. It's rumored that doctors have terrible hand writing. A drunk one would be that much worse~" She purred jokingly. On the other half she wrote 'Dia Jay Thomas." a fully American name in looping cursive letters, and her phone number. She passed this to him, and the pen, and pondered on his question. Should she be driving? Techincally it depended on her blood alcohol levels. "Awe, I wouldn't want to make you do out of your way." She hummed, making sure to leave a tip and double check for her keys as she got up. Heh, where was she every storing those until now? But here they were! Now maybe if she could walk a straight line out of here it would prove she could drive. Taking a few steps with arms lifted slightly to either side to keep her balance, she gave an inviting look over her shoulder to the Russian offering to be her chauffeur. "If you insist on being my company, I won't refuse." She teased, waving him along as she followed the natural light spilling through the door.
End Shift/Driving 1217 Pasadena Housing Qualified Medical Doctor* 31 years old* So Single Loves Children Currency is: $1000 Ooc: ~
GMassacre
Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2015 11:56 am
whiters4
"He wasn't bitter. He was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind that just takes time..."
Mishka Dmitri Ivankov || Bartender at Neon Lights || 34 || Single || || Attire/+ || Interested in-[N/A] || || With-[Dia] || Currency-[1,000] || || Profile || [OoC-] ||
Smile still on his face, he shrugged his shoulders lightly at her joke. Honestly, he didn't go to the doctors that often, only when he was sick or needed shots. He used to get check ups once every two months with Hannah but that ended and he's never really wanted to go since, and his doctors always seemed to have decent enough hand writing. He had good hand writing, kinda. If he was in a hurry his words would squished together. He was handed the paper and he took it, folded it in half and pulled out his wallet, slipping it in the money clip so that it wouldn't get lost and the ink wouldn't rub off onto the leather. He'll put the number in his phone when he got home. At the thought of home he remembered G was there all alone bubbling with energy and he hoped she hadn't ripped up one of his pillows because she has done it before. "My shifts about over anyways and I did offer you the ride." He told her, putting her tip in his wallet before slipping it back into his pocket. He watched her as she tried to steady herself, he washed her dish and put it away. She gave him a look and he smiled gently back to her, exiting from behind the bar and making his way towards her. He walked a head of her, only turning once he made out what she had said. "Good, if you were to have started insisting other wise would be a waste of your own breath." Mish told her teasingly. He found the door and walked himself out if it making sure to hold it open for Dia and whom ever else happened to be entering or exiting the club. His eyes swept over the line of cars out side and within view, wondering which one was hers.
Diamond followed the strip club employee outside, seeing it was sunset and realizing she'd spent the whole day inside the bar and club. Really? It hadn't felt like it at all. She winced to herself, realizing she might not be all to rested for her shift in what, three hours? Well, she could always call in, she had more than enough vacation hours saved. Vacation, that was what she needed. Sighing and using the car's keyless entry remote to start the engine and unlock the doors, the woman walked towards the only baby she had left in her life. "I'm over here." She pointed out, in case he hadn't picked it out by then. She tossed him the keys, approaching her door and tossing her bag full of unwashed uniforms from the passenger seat to the back seat. Thankfully she wasn't thrown up on or otherwise covered in bodily excretions by her patients this week. "Since you're new here I'll show you how to get to Pasadena. It's not too far." She offered, bracing herself against the inside of the door to pull herself into her seat with a huff. She didn't suspect he knew his way around yet, though she could be wrong. She knew brainiacs back in college who memorized the map of the campus before their first day. He could be that kind. As she buckled in, she glanced his way to make sure he was well accommodated in her seat. She was shorter than him, he probably had to adjust the mirrors and everything before he could drive, then pointed the direction he would need to drive.
[exit]
End Shift/Driving 1217 Pasadena Housing Qualified Medical Doctor* 31 years old* So Single Loves Children Currency is: $1000 Ooc: ~
GMassacre
Posted: Sat Aug 01, 2015 8:49 pm
whiters4
"He wasn't bitter. He was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind that just takes time..."
Mishka Dmitri Ivankov || Bartender at Neon Lights || 34 || Single || || Attire/+ || Interested in-[N/A] || || With-[Dia] || Currency-[1,000] || || Profile || [OoC-] ||
Mishka stared out at the setting sun as he waited for Dia and about three others to exit the club, which wasn't all that long. He wondered how long it was till her next shift, cause he knew doctors worked close crazy hours. Coming here was a really poor dissension on her part, a rather good one for him though. She used her keys to unlock and start up he car and he followed behind her. She called him over and he smiled lightly, there was no need to tell him but he wouldn't bring it up. Keys where tossed to him and he caught them with ease, he wouldn't have if he hadn't noticed them first but there was no reason to point that out. He slid himself into the drivers seat and sighed, it made him feel claustrophobic. He reached to the side of the seat and readjusted it, then did the same with all the mirrors. as Mish fixed the review he shook his head. "No need." He told Dia before clicking his belt on and pulling out of the parking lot. "I live over there, and have faith in myself on getting us back." He told her teasingly before driving down the street. [Exit]
Being alone all the time was becoming so boring.. Freya was the type of person who could not last long without a companion, or a friend. Her one friend, Zach, had seemed to fall of the face of the earth which was a shame, Freya really enjoyed his company. It was hard making friends in this city, whenever she tried no one seemed receptive to her advances. She was loosing hope, doubting herself, wondering how could she make a friend. All is not lost yet Freya was determined to make a friend to find someone to go get ice cream with or walk around in parks. Anyone would do, she just wanted a friend. Freya decided going to the local night club would be a nice idea, lots of people went to those, right? Freya sat tat the bar in the club ordering herself a long island iced tea, she had always liked these drinks. Freya remained seated keeping her eyes wondering around the bar in hopes she would find someone to talk to.
Izzy had awoken in her home hours ago to a dark room full of smells that wearn't comforting to her, the smell of flowers had been stifling and instead she had found herself walking out of her house at the wee hour of six am in order to find something to do.but instead she had found herself walking around for almost three hours before she had finally walked home, hoped on her motorcycle and road to Neon Lights, she had gotten the message on her phone yesterday that she had managed to get the job and she had found herself wanting to scope out the new territory she would be wandering around in most of the week.
Walking in though the back entrance to Neon light she had found herself oddly at home in the abandoned daylight hours of Neon. Closing her eyes Izzy walked around the club and found herself exploring until the club opened and she quickly got ready for work. Once she was ready she walked behind the bar to begin her shift xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx〖★Pocket Items:House Key, Motorcycle key, Cell phone, ID〗 OOC: Sorry that its all weird around in the post, I was very distracted while posting
[quote="whiters4][quote="Genkawolf][quote="The Lady Gatekeeper]
Izzy smiled as she fixed drinks pouring lime, Cranberry juice, Vodka, Apple Schnapps, and another alcohol she forgot the name of into a freezing cold metal shaker and shaking before pouring the Apple Martini into three martini glasses and sliding them down the length of the bar to three short skirted girls who had managed to get the three guys sitting their previously wrapped around their slender fingers. Izzy quickly went back to her bar tending, turning on her heal which caused her long blonde hair to flair out which caused her movements to look like an elaborate dance as she smiled, she wasn’t new to the world of bar tending and mixology as she made several other drinks within a span of a minute, putting them in front of their buyers as she reached under the bar and flicked on a switch as she smiled over at one of the guys who had walked over to the door, winking as she had managed to draw his attention with her elaborate 'dance' where she was turning and putting a few more flutes, shots and Martini glasses into a cooling fridge as she took out some more. Their was a quick break between people as she cleared away some of the glasses and put them under the bar. The guy who she had winked at was now at the bar and she was now ignoring him as she sugared the rim of one of the glasses, pouring one of the drinks and setting it down so the buyer could grab it, and the repetition continued as she filled glasses, mixed, turned and so on as she soon found herself humming along with the music. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx〖★Pocket Items:House Key, Motorcycle key, Cell phone, ID〗 OOC:
[quote="whiters4][quote="Genkawolf][quote="The Lady Gatekeeper]
