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• Your eyes of fire have stole my soul -- Lysia, Sun, Jun 05 2005, 8:50pm PDT

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• He was so self-absorbed and involved in his own mind that he noticed nothing around him - except when he finished his scotch and was in need of a refill. Pushing away the glass, he sat up a little and raised his eyes to get the 'tender's attention - then just gestured at his empty, and had a fresh one in front of him moments later. Sometime during his brief awakening, while he was waiting for his drink, his dark gaze fell on her and didn't stray for sometime. He was anything but shy and thought nothing of looking for a long moment. Finally, he just nodded a fraction - almost approvingly - but then turned his stare back to the dark bar before him, hands content with their once again refilled drink. (NT) -- Travis, Sun, Jun 05 2005, 8:59pm PDT

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• She let out a low breath at his nod, feeling something jump inside her chest. A small smirk caressed her features - maybe this wouldn't be such a slow night after all - as her eyes moved to the glass in front of her, she took a sip before she shifted off the stool, heading over to where the intriguing new guy was. Setting down her drink next to him, she leaned against the bar, a smirk playing over her lips as her green eyes focused on him. "Take it your not a 50 cent fan?" She smiled a touch, this was the only bar that played rock every night of the week, one of the reason she usually came out here. She was a big fan of classic rock, the hip hop and rap wasn't her scene, obviously from her appearance. (NT) -- Lysia, Sun, Jun 05 2005, 9:07pm PDT

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• Even though he knew that she was approaching, and then she was standing beside him, and then putting down her drink, he didn't look over until she spoke. His smirk was delayed, but eventually it was there, though his response didn't come for a few more long moments - he was taking her in up close now. "I wonder if there could be a reason that people have shot him multiple times." He commented finally - his voice low and edgy, almost raspy - in all seriousness, before one lid dropped in a wink and he sat back a little, raising his drink to his full lips. (NT) -- Travis, Sun, Jun 05 2005, 9:15pm PDT

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• She laughed softly at that, his responding to her giving her the encouragment she needed to slide up on the stool next to him. "I agree, its almost a shame none of the people who attempted it had any sort of aim." She smiled, taking another sip of the drink in front of her before she looked back over to him. "So, as corny as this sounds, you come here a lot?" She questioned, tapping her fingers to the sound of the Ramones against the bar counter. "I haven't seen you before, but then again, I am not usually here on Sunday nights..." She shrugged a touch, her green eyes going back to focus on him. (NT) -- Lysia, Sun, Jun 05 2005, 9:20pm PDT

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• "Almost..." He agreed with a slow nod and then shifted slowly so that he was sitting a little more sideways on his stool - facing her more. He never had any problems with talking to attractive girls on his nights out - it was just one of the things that he looked forward not. Not that this place was a prime pick-up spot, but every once in a while he stumbled across a gem - or she stumbled across him, more likely. "Every Sunday night." He admitted after her comment about not usually being here on Sunday nights, as that same slow smirk returned to his features... (NT) -- Travis, Sun, Jun 05 2005, 9:27pm PDT

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• She smiled lightly, running her finger along the edge of the glass before she looked back up to him again. "I must be coming on the wrong night." She murmured almost playfully before she took a small sip of the alcohol. She had so many sides to her personality, she came off as kind of a bubbly type girl if she wanted too, she could be a complete bitch and she could be a perfectly competent fighter though not many people knew about that. Her eyes drifted over his features discreetly, tracing the fine lines of his face, his hair, the dark eyes...he was a gorgeous man and it was hard to tell why he was sitting here in a bar by himself every Sunday... (NT) -- Lysia, Sun, Jun 05 2005, 9:34pm PDT

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• "Clearly... Clearly you are..." He agreed slowly with a bit of a smile, one hand draped between his knees and the other raising his drink to his lips one more time. He was much less subtle while checking her out - his eyes appreciative as they studied her features, and then drifting down her torso, lingered on her soft hips and then her slender legs. He was an artist before he was a man and was admiring her lines as much as he was admiring her other 'talents'. "What's a girl like you doing out here?" Not to imply anything about her, but on the whole this wasn't a popular place for lone females to be hanging out. (NT) -- Travis, Sun, Jun 05 2005, 9:42pm PDT

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• She laughed at that, shaking her head. "Never understood that question, really, what kind of girl do you suppose I am?" By saying, 'a girl like you', it gave off the impression that the guy knew what kind of girl she was and really, know one knew what kind of girl she was except for her. She really was a beautiful girl, her face perfectly balanced, even and delicate but sharp at the same time, distinct. Her lips were soft and round and her eyes were a bright shade of green but it was there that she looked so much older, more worldly, more hardened then she should. She had the eyes of a girl who had seen way to much in her life. (NT) -- Lysia, Sun, Jun 05 2005, 9:47pm PDT

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• He saw all of that - every flaw, every hint of fear and anger - even if he didn't understand any of it. A girl had dumped him once because she said that he creeped her out - she felt like every time he looked at her it was like he was reading her thoughts. At her question, he grinned a little and tipped his head back, one brow cocked. "I guess I was more interested in - what are you doing out here, as a girl? 'Case you hadn't noticed, you're outnumbered four or five to one. Mix those odds with a few drinks and a little bit of loneliness, and it's only a matter of time before you get into trouble." He wasn't lecturing at all, and definitely not threatening, simply inquiring. (NT) -- Travis, Sun, Jun 05 2005, 9:56pm PDT

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• She couldn't help but laugh a touch at his explanation of his question, her green eyes playing over him for a second before she shrugged bare shoulders, pushing her dark hair off of them so it all fell down her back. "Maybe I am looking for some trouble." She grinned, winking teasingly before she flagged down the tender for another drink. Her eyes went back to him before after she had placed her order, cocking a brow curiously. "Whats a guy like you doing in a place like this? Obviously not trying to find a girl, since the pickings are so slim, as you pointed out." (NT) -- Lysia, Sun, Jun 05 2005, 10:22pm PDT

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• "Huh." Was his only response as he thought about that one for a moment - so he wasn't always the most articulate person, but his mind was always working. He got himself a fresh drink as well while the bartender was around before answering her question, a slight smirk curling his features. "Maybe I'm gay." He suggested, though that was quite an unlikely option, so he just shrugged, winking slowly again. "I go out on Sunday nights. I like the dark, and I don't like rap, and so I could come here... Or go to a movie. They don't serve scotch at the movies." (NT) -- Travis, Sun, Jun 05 2005, 10:31pm PDT

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• She nodded slowly, lips posing in a thoughtful part as she looked around the bar slowly, her back resting against the bar now as she let her eyes run over each person in the bar before she looked back to him. "If your gay, your still in the wrong place, pickings are slim on that side of the field too." She sighed deeply, obviously feeling badly for his predictament - the whole teasing him with the charade. "Sucks to be you tonight..." She grinned with a playful wink before she picked up her drink, taking a long slip before she made a face. "Double shot of vodka, didn't ask for that." Focusing back on his last sentance, she took that in before she spoke again. "Right, you could take your own scotch in though and not have to deal with smalltalk coming from a stranger." (NT) -- Lysia, Sun, Jun 05 2005, 10:44pm PDT

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• For a moment, he was silent as if he was genuinely thinking that one through, then tipped his head forward a little once he had come to his conclusion. "But on the off chance that I may run into strangers of your nature, I would rather come here. I prefer my women in the flesh to on the screen." He pointed out rather seriously, and then smirked amusedly at her disapproval of her drink - an extra shot never hurt much - before sipping at his own. (NT) -- Travis, Sun, Jun 05 2005, 10:49pm PDT

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• She nodded a touch, thinking on that with a unnecessary serious before she spoke. "Yeah, besides, no good movies out now anyways." She grinned, winking teasingly at him before she looked over her shoulder at the bartender, shaking her head at the girl who she had been becoming acquainted with when she started frequenting this place. "Thanks, Terri!" She grinned, shaking her head before she looked back to him, her eyes running over him not to discreetly before she looked back to her drink, this was the part the guy usual initaited his intrest and she turned him down but she had a feeling nothing was going as it usually did... (NT) -- Lysia, Sun, Jun 05 2005, 10:58pm PDT

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• "That is also true." He agreed without hesitation - though in truth he really had no idea what was out right now, but he would take her word for it. He fell silent for another moment - it wasn't his style to make a move. While he wouldn't hesitate to express his interest or appreciation, he just wasn't out there to pick up girls - though he definitely didn't mind when he happened to go home with one. "So I'm here because there are no good movies out... And you're here because maybe you're looking for some trouble. What's your name?" (NT) -- Travis, Sun, Jun 05 2005, 11:05pm PDT

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• "Lysia." She offered, tipping her head to the side as she gazed at him curiously. "Whats yours?" She was interested, there was no doubt there, she just wanted to figure out how she could get him to invite her home. It was rare she got such a vibe for a guy and she was really feeling him though he was a little harder to read. It seemed like he was studying her everytime he looked at her and she was a little unsure what he was looking for but the gaze sent shivers down her spine.. (NT) -- Lysia, Sun, Jun 05 2005, 11:12pm PDT

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• "Pretty." He commented with a slight nod - she wasn't the type of girl who suited a 'common' name, like Sarah, or something. Though he had no idea really what type of girl she was, he was pretty sure of that much at least. "Travis." He offered with a slow nod and then finished his drink, but hesitated a moment before ordering himself a fresh one and speaking again. "Are you out here with anyone tonight?" (NT) -- Travis, Sun, Jun 05 2005, 11:20pm PDT

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• She shook her head, finishing off her cranberry and vodka before she shifted to stand up, stretching her arms over her head. She got restless quickly and hated to be in one place to long, it left her feeling vulnerable, like someone could come and snatch her up just because she wasn't paying enough attention. After stretching her body, she swayed absently to the thumping sounds of 'Rebel Yell'. "Nope..all by myself..and I scanned the crowd for an angry girlfriend when I came over here - didn't see one - so I am guessing your by yourself also?" (NT) -- Lysia, Sun, Jun 05 2005, 11:24pm PDT

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• He was pretty much the opposite - could sit there until last call if nothing else was proposed, so he watched her curiously as she shifted. As she stretched, his eyes travelled from the tips of her fingers all the way down to the point of her boots and then slowly back up again before he shook his head ever so slightly and spoke again. "She's waiting in the car. My girlfriend that is." Obviously he was teasing again, but he maintained a mostly straight face. (NT) -- Travis, Sun, Jun 05 2005, 11:28pm PDT

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• Well, he'd probaly never been chased by people who like to see him dead or in jail. That made a person a little nervous. She tapped out the beat absently on the bar as she sang along quietly before he spoke again, her eyes going to his as she responded. "Hope you cracked the window for her." She stated seriously, nodding a touch before she looked back to the 'tender and called her back over for another drink, this time deciding to just go with a double shot of jegger to finish off her night - it was get her happily buzzed, close to being drunk but not quite over the line. (NT) -- Lysia, Sun, Jun 05 2005, 11:39pm PDT

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• He most certainly hadn't. Hell, he had never even been in a fight before. He boxed though, so he sparred a couple times a week, but the guy opposite him was never interested in killing him or sending him to jail. It was hardly comparable. Brows furrowing, he feigned concern, head tipping back a little. "You know, I think I forgot to do that... Think she'll be okay?" His eyes followed her for a long moment - she was getting restless, but he wasn't sure that there was anything he could do about it yet - and then he raised his drink to his lips once again. (NT) -- Travia, Sun, Jun 05 2005, 11:51pm PDT

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• She smirked a touch at that, shaking her head playfully. "Looks like you'll have to get a new pet, its hot as hell out there tonight." She glanced down at the shot before she wrapped her fingers around it, tipping her head back and taking it like a champ with just a shake of her head afterwards indicating how it burned its way down her throat and into her stomach. "You live around here?" She questioned softly, her eyes travelling over him warmly, there was no hiding the slight hint of desire on her gaze. She was attracted to him, intrigued by him... (NT) -- Lysia, Mon, Jun 06 2005, 12:00am PDT

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• "I think I can handle that. She was getting old anyway." He smirked a little and then watched her wordlessly while she downed her shot, and then responded to her question with a slow nod. "Ten minutes... An old building on Sentinel Hill..." He informed her, referring to the older part of town nearby. Despite it's age, it was well-kept and the apartments in the buildings were on the higher end of the cost spectrum. He loved the arcitecture and was inspired by the atmosphere. (NT) -- Travis, Mon, Jun 06 2005, 12:07am PDT

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• She nodded slowly, taking in that information before she offered another question. "Live by yourself?" She put away the fact that he lived in the rich part of town for thought on later - there was no way she could take him back to the house - she'd seen how Joey and Jason had reacted to Lacey having a relationship, hell even just a friendship, with someone who could put them all at risk, she wasn't going to let anyone find out about anything she did outside of the house. The only one she had to avoid was Kaden really, he was the only one who was ever out here on the 'front. (NT) -- Lysia, Mon, Jun 06 2005, 12:09am PDT

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• "Completely alone." He assured her with a slow nod - he suspected she was testing the waters, and he didn't mind answering whatever questions she was interested in. Glancing to his watch and then to her again, he ran one hand slowly through his hair. "Been thinking I should get a dog, or a cat, or fish or something... Haven't quite gotten around to it yet." He added with a slight shrug, just for the sake of it. (NT) -- Travis, Mon, Jun 06 2005, 12:15am PDT

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• That did set some things at ease in her mind - she wasn't into making guys cheat, no matter what kind of persona she tossed around at the house. A smile crossed her face as she thought about what he had said. "You should get a dog, I always wanted a dog, never been in a place where I could have one though. I think I would get something that looks mean, but is really a big baby, like a pitbull or rottweiler or something..." She shrugged a touch, a little wistful. She would love to have a puppy but again, not exactly led the kind of life to bring a dog along with her. She noted him checking his watch, her brow furrowed. "Am I keeping you?" (NT) -- Lysia, Mon, Jun 06 2005, 12:18am PDT

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• "I just want to make sure I would have enough time for it..." He commented after her suggestion, smiling slightly - he worked a lot, and a puppy in his chaotic apartment would probably be a dicey situation. It was tempting though. He could use a little loyal company. "No, no, not at all..." He frowned a little, tone almost apologetic - that had been rude, and he was trying to subtly encourage her, not the opposite. (NT) -- Travis, Mon, Jun 06 2005, 12:25am PDT

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• She smiled a touch as he was quick to assure her that she wasn't keeping him. "Thought you suddenly got concerned about the girl in the car." She teased quietly, leaning against the bar again, her eyes on him. "So no plans for the night?" This beating around he bush was getting to her, she was waiting for just a solid sign of yes and no, maybe not a verbal one but some kind of hint. A low breath escaped her lips as she ran her tongue over her lips, tasting the residual alcohol lingering there... (NT) -- Lysia, Mon, Jun 06 2005, 12:31am PDT

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• "No plans." He assured her as he too began to grow impatient, then responded to her first comment. "Not so concerned, but maybe I should go check on her." He suggested as he downed the rest of his drink, his dark gaze lingering on her, dropping to her lips, and then flitting up again to her eyes once more. They were passing the small talk point and getting to the time where a decision had to be made about the next step, and he was getting a little anxious to have that decision made. (NT) -- Travis, Mon, Jun 06 2005, 12:36am PDT

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• She cocked a brow at that, her eyes moving towards the door before she looked back to him. "She could have escaped you know, some girls are smart like that." She grinned slowly, reaching down for her purse to get out the cash to pay for the drinks. "I could help you check on her, wouldn't want you to face the shock of finding her either gone or dehydrated by yourself, it can be a little rough you know." So, the offer of going to go check on his girlfriend who he left locked in the car with the windows up [so their story went] wasn't the most logical way to ask if she was going to home with him, but it would work she supposed. (NT) -- Lysia, Mon, Jun 06 2005, 12:43am PDT

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• "Yeah, and that walk from here to my car at this time of night is sometimes a little sketchy. I could use the moral support." He assured her, adding some cash to the bar for the rest of his drinks as well before he stood slowly - finally reaching his full, reasonably impressive height before her - to tuck his wallet back into his pocket and dig out his car keys. There was no need to waste any more time now - they would atleast leave together, that much was decided. Whether she would get in his car and go home with him was yet to be determined, but they had made it this far. (NT) -- Travis, Mon, Jun 06 2005, 12:46am PDT

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• She laughed softly, nodding a touch as she slung her purse over her shoulder. "I can understand that..." She'd be taking the bus home later, that few dollars had been the last of her paycheck and she didn't get paid again till thursday so free activities it was for her till then at least. Unless she could bum some many off of one of the guys - though all the guys in the house were suddenly devoted to one girl or anything, it was getting annoying. "Come on, I'll watch your back." She grinned, heading out of the quieting bar onto the street that had some people wandering around, thanks to last call having just occured in most places (NT) -- Lysia, Mon, Jun 06 2005, 12:55am PDT

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• "Perfect." He assured her with a smirk, a hand brushing slowly down her back as she walked ahead of him, eyes taking in the view from his new position until he was once more at her side for the short stroll from the club to his car. He always parked in a nearby lot because he didn't mind the cost and preferred to spend as little time as possible hanging outside around there... (NT) -- Travis, Mon, Jun 06 2005, 12:58am PDT

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• She led the way out the door, the feeling of his fingers on her back sending a shiver of pleasure up her spine. "Where is your car?" She questioned softly, her eyes turning to him as she paused. She wanted to go home with him, to spend a night getting to know his body even if she couldn't get to know him as a person. She bit her lip lightly, shifting her weight on the heeled leather boots. She didn't normally go home with strangers, the people she had slept with since she had gotten out consisted of the boys in the house. It was all about physical pleasure with them, not so much feelings or intrigue, well except Jason, but that was another story all together. (NT) -- Lysia, Mon, Jun 06 2005, 10:18pm PDT

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• As they neared his car - a revamped gun-metal grey '74 Plymouth Duster - his hand moved to her back once more, and trailed slowly up and then back down to brush over her hip - applying a light amount of pressure to direct her. Stopping in front of the passenger door, he unlocked it and held it open for her to get in - there was no more need for banter or beating around the bush. He was relatively certain that she had walked out here with every intention of getting in that vehicle. (NT) -- Travis, Mon, Jun 06 2005, 10:45pm PDT