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Post by blakey // on Jun 27, 2006 22:04:53 GMT -5
Sitting in the dim lights of the bar, by the counter, he sipped at his drink. He wasnt old enough to be there. Everyone knew. He knew by the way they looked at him oddly. And the way the bartender smirked when he handed him his drink. But Mitch knew they really didnt care. If they did he would of gotten kcked out. They just thought it was good entertainment. He gave them all his famous glare and turned around, looking down at his half full glass of corona extra.
Head down, like he was shrinking away from everyone else and hiding, Mitch stared at the counter top. He wasnt angry today, just figured it would be a good time to get out and get a little tipsy. He used to not drink at all but you gotta live a little right? But these people staring at him were begining to annoy him. A lot
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Post by makla. on Jun 27, 2006 22:11:44 GMT -5
in america drinking was illegal for makla's age in most states but england, the united kingdom- well hell be it, she was allowed and was it a surprise she got plastered most of the time when she had nothing to do, nope. her figure was smaller then normal, and drinking could destroy her body easily but she gave it a chance, sitting a few seats down from mitch makla's hand tapped the bar and the bartender came over "what can I get you"
Shot of Tequila
A smile grinned upon her lips and the bartender walked away. His large hands grasped the bottle and he set a shot glass on the bar and poured Makla's drink. A push towards her, and her tiny hands grasped the shot glass and She took a shot of the hard liquor. Oh that times She had with this taste in her mouth- Whore.
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Post by blakey // on Jun 27, 2006 22:18:40 GMT -5
The dumb jerks sitting two tables behind him were begining to get him. He had always had a short temper as long as he could remember. Mitch could of been an awesome horseman like his brother if he jsut had the patiences. Mitch lost control too easily. The men behind him said something the laughed. Slowly Mitch lokoed over his shoulder with dark eyes, glaring at them. They laughed. Stupid drunks. He stood up and was going to scream at them to take thier business elsewhere when the blonde hait caught his eye. He hadnt seen Makla yet but he had talked to Blake of course. Makla was back- been gone for a long time. Now a tiny frail blonde, Blake was worried about her and so was Mitch. He gestured rudly to the two men and turned away from them.
They weren't worth his time. He walked back over toward the bar and toward the girl. He sat down beside her and glanced over. Yes it was Makla, he reconized her Long time no see stranger
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Post by makla. on Jun 27, 2006 22:26:50 GMT -5
makla ignored most people in the bar, some were probably rapist so she prefered not to communicate but get drunk and disappear- normal procedure. Makla's hand fiddled with the glass and She tapped it on the bar once again. The bartender came over, and poured the tequila mixture into her glass and a gulp and the liquid was down ehr throat. 3 tequilas and a beer would do for her, but this time 2 might actually work on a smaller figure. she heard a figure move in the seat next to her, She didn't bother to glance, but hearing a voice She glanced up.
Oh My-
Makla leaned back in her seat, It was Mitch. How did he know it was her, She cocked her head for a second but then smiled- All loving fakeness.
Yeah LONG time no see.
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Post by blakey // on Jun 27, 2006 22:38:50 GMT -5
Mitch's drink was down where he had been sitting down before. He glanced down at it quickly. He didnt need anyone slipping something into it. Those guys probably would if he ddint watch carefully. They had reason to hate him. He didnt belong here- thats reason to hate someone. Right? In some cases. Hearing Makla talk he looked back to her with dark eyes. He wasnt as nice as Blake. Blake hid his angry from Makla, not wanting to scare her away again. Mitch didnt know how Blake did it. His motto- show no mercy. Too long Makla Mitch said a bit harshly and stood, walking to his drink. He grabbed it and with one gulp, he finished it. He glanced at the bartender with a glare and nodded for a refill. Mitch sat back down beside her, resting one arm on the counter top. So. Why you here? Makla drunk? Oh yes
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Post by makla. on Jun 27, 2006 22:43:57 GMT -5
Makla's hand pushed the glass away, and she felt her head get light- Odd. Forgetting it, She let her fingers press against her forehead, and slide off as She let her other hand tap the bar and She pointed to a beet bottle. The bartender shook his head but hey he got money in return, so the bottle slid near her and She held it in her hands. Cold, and it send chills down her spine. She glanced back to Mitch, ouch those words hit her. Makla's eyes glared at him when he came back.
Well I had a problem, It needed fixed and I'll fix it here tonight aswell, Nothing wrong with alittle alcohol in your blood.
Makla took the bottle in her hand and turned away for a second, A small sip of the beer and a small smile- She set it back down and slightly glanced at Mitch through her bangs
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Post by blakey // on Jun 27, 2006 22:52:43 GMT -5
He chuckled as the bar tender handed her the beer. What a sleez. He'd proboably jump off a cliff for money too. But Mitch just gave him a cheesy grin and looked back to Makla as she sipped at the beer. She sure fixed it. Yeah right, she looked like a ghost. A drunk one. Mitch took the beer from her hands. With a grin he took a swig of it then set it back down in front of her. The alcohol was possibly getting to him also. He had lost track of how much he hadhad because of those jerks behind him distrating him. Nothing wrong with it at all. I've missed you girl
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Post by makla. on Jun 27, 2006 23:02:05 GMT -5
oh the feelings of alcohol, and the crazyness of a drunk girl. Makla's grin was so cheesy and she was a tad giggly. When mitch took her drink, She watched it closely and gave a smirk before She took the drink back into her hands. A tilt of the bottle and the liquid went down her throat. refreshing drunk, Makla turned her figure more towards Mitch
yeah I've missed you and everyone here, but I must say when I was gone it was..
Makla just ended ehr sentence, and she crossed her legs as her right one went over her left and Her left hand sat on her knee. The lingering of alcohol and what It does to you. Her hand tapped his leg and she spoke up again, but this wasn't her The speech was slurred
did i ever tell yooouuu how amazinglyyy cute yoouuu were?
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Post by blakey // on Jun 27, 2006 23:15:21 GMT -5
Mitch glanced up, eyes narrowed. What was she going to say? He took his beer, now refilled and took a few gulps of it. He stopped when he felt a tap. Mitch swallowed and set his drink down, glancing at her uncertain for a moment. Mitch gave a flushed look and a laugh. No but, He took another drink and set it down But it's always good to hear A laugh from behind him mad his fists clench. You wanna go somewhere- more private? He questioned, looking at her, wanting to escape the stupid people that were surrounding him.
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Post by makla. on Jun 27, 2006 23:21:38 GMT -5
Hey! Drunk people always had fun, and sometimes the fun was bad stuff, so naughty it caused break up, and hook ups- tisk. Makla's hand stayed on his leg, and a slow movement up and She gently grasped his leg alittle and let it go. She watched him sip his beer, and She took a sip of hers, and pushed it away
Yes Yes- Always.
Makla would be tripping words soon, and her own feet. Her two hands pushed at both legs as her legs uncrossed. The assholes were pissing her off now, and She finally said something.
Heyy Jackasssesss. Shut the Fuck Up
Makla was proud she said that, A smile on her face and a push off her seat when She heard Mitch's question, Private. Oh an evil drunk girl, and a well horny but She would get caught. Makla was so bad, it hurt. She took his one hand and stepped forward, She tugged. Where to go.
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Post by blakey // on Jun 28, 2006 0:56:32 GMT -5
Mitch looked down at her hand then back up at her with dazed eyes. Drunken eyes by now. He had too much without even realizing it. Mitch really did try to stay sober, but oops, not this time. This time everything fell into place. The bartender and the people beind him pissing him off and seeing Makla there, just as drunk as he was if not more. He wasnt even thinking about Jessicka. He had forgotten to. It was just like he was still in the states trying to forget her and she was off at some school in Finland.
Mitch glanced back as the men shut up for the time being. He moved to his feet and lokoed around for a moment- the room spun. Mitch stepped back but was stopped by her light tug. He knew of the back room in this small building. That was private enough. Come on Mitch turned and pulled at her hand to follow
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Post by makla. on Jun 28, 2006 10:29:03 GMT -5
makla just was trying to lead him somewhere, but hye if he wanted to lead her then that would be fine. the people who started agitating mitch shut up, and it still was loud. makla's free hand covered her one ear and she felt his tug and makla's destination changed, okay turn around and follow him. hmph, wait another secret place- oh smart, no one would find them.
ohh kay!
a drunken a smile, and bad thoughts- that alcohol was taken more over her, and the only person she could think of was mitch but jay would never know if anything was happening, she wouldn't remember and neither would he. when they reached the back room, the door shut and it was dimmly lighted. makla took both of mitch's hands in hers and she pushed him back into the wall, but hey it should be the other way around but makla was to drunk to realize. the first step to disaster, makla leaned up and her lips pressed against his- the beginning of a long night. makla held mitch's hands against the wall
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Post by blakey // on Jun 29, 2006 22:10:19 GMT -5
Mitch led her to the back room and the door clossed. The light was dim but it wasnt completly covered in darkness. He turned to face her, only to be backed up into the wall. He let out the cheesy drunken smile guys always gave and looked at her with his dark eyes. He ddint have control of his hands though. Makla had them pinned against the wall. At her kiss his knees bent, weakening slightly from the rush. After a small hushed laugh he kissed her back. Jay and Jessicka were far from his mind by now. Too far beyond reach
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Post by makla. on Jun 29, 2006 22:16:07 GMT -5
makla liked to have control, and she did right now- so what she did to him, he would have to follow that simple. little miss drunken whore. her fingers kept moving her hands with mitch's, in the spaces out of it, gripping him tightly then letting go. makla was far beyond from thinking of jay, she could think of one thing, wait wait two- mitch and sex. the problem is, makla shouldn't neither should he.
inviting- well makla will do as she pleased, her tongue slid from hers and into his- she wasn't a slow person, fast and action was it. her right knee slid up mitch's leg softly then it set back on the ground-
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Post by blakey // on Jun 29, 2006 22:35:37 GMT -5
Mitch was naturally a shy person wheather it was drunk or sober it didnt matter. So it was probably better that Makla was in control. But he did manage to free one of his hands. He brought it to the end of her neck where it met her shoulders. It ddint accure to Mitch that this girl had a little girl and Jay just migth kick his ass and plus Blake would. For sure he would. But none of it mattered now did it? No. Mitch frenched Makla moving his hand down past her shoulder
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