Just A Silly Girl

[eileenxllyr]

felix-the-ii‌:

Felix’s cheeks remained flushed as he listened intently to the young woman explain the situation. Nodding sombrely as he pulled up a chair at the small table beside hers, placing his full glass down and chuckling at her final remark. 

“It’s nice to see a furry friend out and about, even if I can’t pet him. He’s working right now, and that’s more important,” Felix replied, “Sometimes I wish I could have a pet dog here, but I’m too busy during the day. S’ just not fair for the pet if I can’t give it enough attention, y’know?”

Trying to rope in the obvious forlorn expression he had garnered as he continued the conversation, “The cool air is nice. It’s much too hot, and way too many people in there right now.”

A soft smile pulling at the corners of his lips as he continued, “Yeah, the music is partially what drove me out of there. What sort of band would you rather listen to if you could choose anything?”

“I don’ mind if you pet’im. He likes attention, but he knows he can’t jus’ run off to get it, he waits for me to tell ‘im i’s’okay.” she explained, patting the animal’s side gently, “Getta pet, Bauble.” she granted, the pup excitedly standing up, tail pumping back and forth, as he approached the stranger.

Leaning back once more, she watched the stranger for a moment, “Getta cat then. They’re pretty self sufficient.” Eileen suggested, then agreed about the conditions of the bar, “Its always hot everywhere here.” she agreed, “I don’ mind most music, but ‘m not a big fan of cover bands like them. They try too hard to sound jus’like the original.

[eileenxllyr]

felix-the-ii‌:

Like clockwork, Felix had made a bee-line for the bars on the strip after he was finished work for the day. His only coping mechanism having taken on the new and egregious title of daily ritual. Where the regulars, who used to comment and joke about how often he would be there to now giving him a curt and knowing nod when he entered.

He had already downed a few before a small ruckus was made with the announcement of live musical entertainment. The crowd inside the bar growing increasingly uncomfortable as more bodies streamed in to enjoy the show. Felix found himself quietly ordering another drink to take with him out to the patio area, which seemed to be the most deserted, besides a few transient smokers moving in and out of the outdoor area. 

His cheeks were flushed from the alcohol rushing through his system, but he was far from pissed-drunk. Felix was feeling few effects from the alcohol, and would be ashamed to admit that at this point having alcohol in him made him feel normal. 

Glancing around the patio for a free table he spotted one near a young blonde woman who seemed to be nursing her own drink. Paying no mind as he meandered around to his targeted spot, but as he rounded the corner of her table he spied a fairly large bundle of fur tucked under her table. Felix didn’t realize he let out a small audible squeal of delight when he realized it was a dog, his excitement dropped when the young woman caught wind of the embarrassing noise that had escaped his throat. 

His cheeks flushed further as he stumbled, “I, um, apologize for disturbing you. It’s just, ah, never saw a dog at any of the bars around here before. Is that why you’re out here instead of in there.” He gestured towards the other side of the glass doors at the immense party forming inside the bar as he spoke, hoping to gloss over his behaviour earlier. Apparently he wasn’t drunk enough to stop caring about how he acted just yet.

Puzzled blue hues looked the stranger up and down as he cooed over her dog. Often it didn’t occur to her that it was uncommon for people to bring her dogs with them everywhere at this point, given how use to always having Bauble she was, unless she was at work. But that was a personal choice. 

Tucking a bit of blonde hair behind her ears, she shrugged, “He’s a service dog. He’s allowed to be anywhere he wants.” she explained casually, “However, that band sucks, and it feels good out tonight.” the woman offered another shrug of indifference before taking another sip of her drink and shifting in her seat. 

Bauble, on the other hand, was happy to perk up as the man came to greet him, having always been the type to love any attention he might be able to get. Though he was always sure to still stay close to Eileen’s side in the event she might need him.

[eileenxllyr]

Eileen sat on her own on the patio of one of the many bars of the strip, quietly nursing her whiskey and coke and lost completely in her thoughts. Well, she wasn’t completely alone. Her service dog, Bauble, laid quietly at her feet, enjoying the cool evening air with her. If one asked how long Eileen had been here, she wouldn’t have been able to tell you. She often spent her nights out after work, doing whatever she could to avoid keeping herself shut away in her apartment all the time.

The young woman was pulled from her thoughts though when she realized that someone was talking to her, nearly making her jump out of her skin before turning to them, “I’m sorry, what?” she muttered out in her heavy Welsh accent.

[cherabogs]

❄️ -Your character gets caught in the cold without enough clothes

It was closing time for the Fantastic Beyond. Naturally, the suave man had stayed behind to clean up after the patrons. His crew had fallen short with the holidays as well as falling behind. Jaro was beyond frustrated and rather angry with the way things were going. In his rush, he had forgotten his jacket at home. Since it was his day off, he had not expected to  have to go in to badger his crew. But, as soon as the doors shut behind him and he had stepped into the freezing wind (and snow) Jaro began to regret leaving his house all together.

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[eileenxllyr]

Eileen was taking her dog, Bauble out for one last walk for the day as the dark stranger emerged from the Fantastic Beyond. She raised a brow at the fact that he was out and about, dressed so well, but lacking anything to keep him even a little warm, “Aren’t you cold?” she asked as she approached, pulling her own coat a little tighter around herself, as though just looking at him without one was somehow making her even colder. Even her dog had a warm pair of booties on his feet to protect them from the cold, snow and salt. 

[eileenxllyr]

🌟  @the-fools-gold is hanging up Christmas lights and needs help from someone

Eileen was walking past as she glance up to see the lad struggling up on a ladder, trying to hang some light. Moving to try to hold the ladder a bit more stable, she smile up at him, “Need a hand there?”

[the-disney-pier]

The Disney Pier Muse Ask - Winter/Christmas

☕️ - Your character spills hot chocolate on someone

🌟 - Your character is hanging up Christmas lights and needs help from someone

🎄 - Your character knocks over a Christmas tree

❄️ - Your character gets caught in the cold without enough clothes

🍝 - Your character is trying, a failing, at cooking a holiday meal

🍻 - Your character drinks eggnog that's a bit too strong

💋 - Our characters are under the mistletoe, what happens?

[eileenxllyr]

Granted, it was true that you can’t run away from your problems, but no one ever said that you couldn’t run to clear your head and escape them for a couple hours; which was exactly what she was doing now. Eil was so in her head and into her music, that as she made a hard turn on the corner, she didn’t have a chance to stop herself before sending them both flying to the ground, “Fuck!” she muttered, sitting up and brushing her hands on her legs to get the bits of concrete off, “Are you okay? I di’n’t see you.”

[eileenxllyr]

moramorph‌:

“I’m looking forward to seeing him in one too, I have got a lot to teach him about being in a relationship. Couple costumes are one of those things.”

She rose a brow a bit, “Ah, s’yer the girl.” she smiled, blue hues looking her up and down. This was certainly not the kind of the girl that Eil expected someone like Ben to date, but to each their own, “Lucky girl.”

[moramorph-blog]

Mora took a deep breath in and smiled as she looked around the pier. “Oh I just love this time of year. It just feels so warm and cozy, that and it has my favourite holiday put into the mix. I wonder if Ben would want to do a couple costume with me”

[eileenxllyr]

Eileen was walking Bauble, her collie, when she overheard the woman’s thought, smiling a bit to herself, “I’d pay to see Ben in a couple’s costume.” she chuckled.

[eileenxllyr]

saltsoflife‌:

After a long day of performing, grinning at children and spinning around in circles while she swam, Ariel was exhausted. While she enjoyed what she did, really did, she did need a few hours to relax and breathe to herself. There had been quite a few times when she’d swam home, but she knew she needed to walk and be part of society. Making sure her socks were on properly, keeping her feet safe with the extra added padded softness of her boots, she headed out to the pier. Ariel knew she wouldn’t last very long on her feet, but there was nothing wrong with wanting to explore. 

Heading into the first building she saw, she tilted her head to the side, not really ever having been in somewhere like that. Sure, Ariel had been in bars, but there was something very strange about this place. A small smile formed across her lips as she walked further in and straight up to the bar. She knew that it was a whole lot safer over there, especially if anything strange happened. Ordering a very fruity island drink, she swallowed, now very nervous. The redhead turned to the girl next to her, barely out of the corner of her eye seeing her yawn, not really acknowledging it completely. 

“Oh, it’s okay. If your day was half as long as mine, I don’t blame you. You doing okay though?”

“It’s’not the days that’re long. ‘s the nights.” she explained, swirling her tiny straw in her glass. The blonde shrugged a bit as she was asked if she was okay. Define okay, she thought  Her job was going fine, she got along with most of the people she worked with and was getting through in spite of the fact that she refused to go anywhere in that Haunted House alone. But her nightmares were making her loose sleep, her head was full after the incident during the festival, and her court case back home was being completely stalled. 

Eil sighed, rubbing her face with her hands, “Yeah, I guess shit could be worse.” she decided, though how it could be worse, she wasn’t sure, “Sometimes you just need to drink and bitch, ye’know?”

[eileenxllyr]

the-fools-gold‌:

Laurence had only been at the pier long enough to move his personal belongings so far, and his first official day on the job was looming ever closer. He couldn’t help being nervous for it, every new odd job made him nervous. He just hoped it would be a bit easier than the dog walking gig he picked up a few months back. It wasn’t a particularly difficult job until he met his match with an incredibly stubborn and slightly vicious terrier. After having enough of dealing with the tiny terror Laurence had been on the hunt for something else that could support him, luckily The Disney Pier had welcomed him with open arms.

It was still early enough in the evening that dusk was peeking over the ocean, and once he had enough trying to sort through his boxes upon boxes of things Laurence decided to finally take a break. Wandering around the strip for a while before ducking into one of the quieter looking bars he could find, simply hoping for a quick drink or two before returning to finish unpacking. He never gave any raised expectations of the people he’d see or places he would go, having been conditioned over many years to do this in order to avoid disappointment.

As soon as he took a free seat the young woman sitting beside him yawned loudly. Unsure if she was speaking to him at all at first, and shrugging as he swiveled a little on the old school barstool. Replying with a bit of humour at heart, “Can’t help that, then. Thankfully appearing disinterested while you’re someplace usually meant for unadulterated craziness isn’t a crime just yet. Although, a quiet time bar-jail wouldn’t be so bad.”

Laurence’s attention was pulled away when the bartender asked what he wanted, being caught a bit off guard and stumbling slightly through the options until settling on an easy bottle of Bud. Thanking the barman when he was quickly handed his drink, taking a healthy swig before sighing roughly. It had been a long tiring day, and he was relieved to finally sit down and not have to worry about anything else at that moment.

His little quip made her smirk a bit, “God help me, if they put me in bar-jail I’d probably just pass out.” she chuckled, watching as the bartender placed a bottled of Bud in front of the stranger.

“I don’t think I’ve met you before. Then again, there’s a lot of people I’ve not met yet. You new, around here?” she asked, taking a more modest sip of her whiskey this time around as she looked him over. He looked simple and friendly enough, though naturally she still planned to keep her guard up. There was nothing wrong with being too careful these days.

[eileenxllyr]

Eileen wasn’t sure if she was drunk of tired or somewhere in between. Sleep hadn’t been a common thing since the incident at the Pier’s events. Flashbacks to what had happened when she’d first been taken away were constantly playing back in her mind like a horror movie and she wanted more then anything to just make it stop. 

She took another long drink of her whiskey, letting the burn sting her all the way down to the pit of her stomach, hoping that maybe it would ease the nightmares tonight whenever she’d eventually go to sleep. 

A long yawn escaped her as someone sat down beside her, “Yeah, yeah, I’know... no yawnin’ at the bar. Canna’ be helped sometimes though.” she mumbled, twirling her cocktail straw around her glass.

[eileenxllyr]

felix-the-ii‌:

Felix was finding it increasingly difficult to understand Eileen as time passed, and blearily attempting to decipher her now thickening accent was proving a challenge for his foggy mind. Nodding along politely as they finally gained their footing and left the sign behind in order to turn the next corner, the apartment complex he currently resided in already within sight.

Instead of living in the more luxurious apartments usually gifted to management, Felix was adamant when he was hired that he lived in one of the basic employee residences as close to the pier as they had. Partially because it was more convenient that if he had an emergency call he could zip on over in a jiffy, but mostly it was because he knew that the farther out he lived the greater chance he’d get lost in the bustling streets of the city.

He chuckled at her last comment, gesturing vaguely ahead of them toward the modest building, “It’s not bad at all. Live on the ground floor, actually. ‘S easier to mosey my way to and from work if I gotta.”

Shakily they made their way up the three steps to the stoop and into the building. Felix attempting to coordinate himself so that he could fish out the keyring from his pocket once they were standing in front of the door. Quickly apologizing after several silent moments of him searching, “Sorry… I swear I have a key for everythin’ under the sun. Doesn’t help that I have a bunch of keys that look the same belongin’ to this here complex.”

After a few more wobbly moments he finally found the proper fitting key and guided them inside. His apartment was decorated and furnished very simply, going for a more homely look than a fancy or pricey look. It was about as tidy as a bachelor pad could be, a few things strewn about but still with a semblance of order. Carefully making their way toward the small couch occupying the living space, the only thing on Felix’s mind was to sit and rest in order to force the world to stop tilting.

Unceremoniously sitting the two of them down on the couch for a rest, sighing loudly in relief as he allowed his head to roll back onto the soft backrest. Even though the route back home was short, Felix felt like they were walking through molasses the whole way there.

His arm was still around Eileen’s waist, barely registering that fact as he spoke, “What’s mine is yours, for the night. ‘M fine with sleepin’ here so you can be a bit closer to the bathroom if need be. The bedroom is kitty-corner from there, where’s out here you’d have to walk down the hall a bit.”

The couch felt like a cloud when they finally sat down. At this point she didn’t even feel like herself. She might as well have been watching everything happen from a television screen as it all played in front of her. In her mind, all she could think about was how could this have happened again? Though instead of her being an innocent child, taking a juice box from a family friend, she was a grown woman who carelessly let it happen. Though that didn’t matter, the fact that it was happening frightened her.

“Ah don’feel good...” she muttered, stomach flipping and barely able to focus on his words beyond knowing he was talking. She shifted from leaning against him with her head on his shoulder, to try to get to her feet. Though it was like her legs refused to listen to her brain and just stand up. Eileen settled to just resting her elbows on her knees and holding her head in her palms, trying to regain some control over herself and her body.

[eileenxllyr]

felix-the-ii‌:

It was awkward and laborious as Felix helped guide an incredibly intoxicated Eileen out of the bar, and essentially a case of the blind leading the blind. His steps seemed sure, but he was wobbling and shuffling slowly along with her. Forcing himself to ignore any voices and music until they were outside in the warm radiant summer heat.

Her tone of voice finally caught him off guard as he glanced over at her briefly, trying to find his own way to smooth things over and explain as he drawled, “You ain’t the drunk here. If you were, well, then I guess I  gotta buckle down to get back to first place in that department.”

He laughed openly at his own self-depreciating joke. Felix’s face was red and patchy from the gross amount of alcohol he already had consumed, as well as from the remaining sliver of embarrassment his sober self would feel. After calming down some he returned to his jumbled explanation, “That guy you were, uh… stepping with? Thought he was bein’ sneaky, but I saw him do something with your drink. Didn’t get to you in time to stop him-”

Felix was cut off at the sudden tug to the side when Eileen tripped over her feet, reacting automatically as he tried to reach out for anything to steady himself. He knew there was no way he could find his balance for the both of them in the state they were in now. Thankfully, Felix was able to grab hold of the post of the no parking sign they had been passing by before they both kissed the dirt. Shifting his grip and holding her closer so she doesn’t fall while they rearrange themselves, glancing down as he attempted to shift her back to her feet. 

“We both shouldn’t be out here right now… I don’t live far from here if you need someplace to hunker down until you’re feelin’ a bit better?” he half asked, half slurred.

Thank God Felix’s reflexes weren’t at least a little better then her own right now as he caught the both of them before she could drag them down. Clumbsily, the girl clamored to her feet until she was steady... well, steadier. All the while, muttered in Welsh under her breath as Felix explained what he’d seen, “Ah’ope the wanke’s fuckin’ junk falls off with wha’ever ‘e winds up catchin’.” she grumbled, pissed beyond all hell, but without the energy or corrdination to express it.

Felix made his offer. Frankly, Eil wasn’t one to sleep over at people’s houses. Especially not men. However, it was take his offer and take shelter there for the night, or take her chances, not only making the four block walk home without passing out, but also up nearly three flights of stairs just to get to her apartment. If that wasn’t a nightmare on its own, she didn’t know what was. 

“S’long as ye’don’ave a million bloody steps we up to go up just to get there.” she negotiated... not that there was exactly that option. 

[eileenxllyr]

felix-the-ii:

Felix was tentative about drinking after hours now that the pier was crawling with so many partygoers. His usual haunts were flooded with scores of people, and he wished things were back to the more familiar speed he was comfortable with. After avoiding the bars for a few days he finally broke his resolve and decided to brave the sea of unfamiliarity for a much-needed drink.

He was happy to be able to sit at his usual bar seat, and after a couple tall cold ones in him, he took to chatting with the barman and some of the patrons enjoying the nightlife. Now visibly relaxed Felix seemed to transform into a social butterfly; laughing, chatting, and even dancing without a care. 

As he spent some time amongst the crowd he thought he spied a familiar face amongst the many strangers, nodding and waving himself away from his current conversation in favor of greeting his friend. As he bobbed and weaved between the bodies he noticed the hand of the person dancing with Eileen almost wave briefly above the glass in her hand, not thinking much of the small gesture until he noticed her dancing slowing up and her holding her head. Knowing something was wrong, but in his current slowed state of mind not quite what, he approached a bit quicker. 

Making a show of gently grabbing her arm and trying to guide her away from the suspicious stranger, brows raising at her retort and shaky constitution. Finally realizing how urgent and potentially dangerous the situation was, Felix released his grip on her arm and moved his hand to rest gently on the small of her back. Leaning in so she could hopefully hear him as he slurred over the beating music, “Eileen, it’s just me. Is it time for us to go home, y’think?” 

His eyes flickered briefly up toward the man who was hovering over the situation, the alcohol stirring a boldness as he continued. Speaking a bit more loudly so hopefully, the gentleman could hear and be rightfully deterred, “You’ve had a bit too much, dearest. Time for us to go.”

Wasting no time Felix gently guided the both of them toward the exit, waving briefly to the bartender to place both his and Eileen’s drinks on his tab before they left.

The familiar voice caught her attention, taking the time to actually look up to see who it was who had taken her arm, “Felix?” she mumbled, making sense of some of his features through the flashing lights and blurry vision. It took a moment for her to process what he was doing exactly as he insinuated to the crowd that they were some kind of item and started guiding them out into the cool night.

Still a bit unnerved by how she felt, part of her wanted to think that he did something to her, that was why he was guiding her away so quickly. Though even in her confused state, she knew that didn’t make any sense. She hadn’t seen Felix all night and he hardly seemed like that kind of a person. The blonde leaned into him, trying to keep her focus on making one foot keep moving in front of the other, “’m no’fuckin’ drunk, Felix...” she slurred firmly. Eileen hadn’t meant to sound so rude or hateful, but she was in a frustrated and confused state. Poor Felix simply was the only person she could take it out on. Though whatever guise she might’ve been able to keep up was quickly lost as she tripped over her own feet, holding onto her friend before she could completely eat dirt.

[eileenxllyr]

Anonymous said to eileenxllyr:🍻

Eileen loved to party. That was something no one could deny. She enjoyed the dancing, the drinking and everything in between. Since she’d gotten done with her shift, she’d been doing nothing but partying all night. Dancing with anyone and everyone; girls, boys, it didn’t matter to her as long as she was having a good time. Perhaps the Pier wasn’t as boring as she was starting to think it was.

Then it hit her like a stone wall. The dizziness, the headache that had ensued, her vision having trouble focusing (not that the bright flashing lights and music were helping anything). Don’t get her wrong, Eileen knew how to hold her alcohol, she knew her body when she was intoxicated... but she just felt sick and tired and out of it and something was wrong. 

She’d stopped dancing, holding her head a bit, trying to get her wit about her before she felt someone trying to lead her away from the crowd, “Ge’off o’me!” she slurred, stumbling seemingly drunkenly, dropping the drink that had been in her hand. There was no way she was that drunk. She knew there was no way. Eileen never got drunk this quickly. 

[eileenxllyr]

shaedshock said to eileenxllyr:👏  ( Your character gets grabbed inappropriately  )

Eileen loved parties, and this one couldn’t have come at a better time. Bringing along Bauble, the pair was having themselves a good time. She kept her pooch close she danced and drank and just enjoyed herself. Dressed in her bikini top and a pair of shorts, Eileen didn’t think anything could spoil her time. 

Taking a break, Eileen took Bauble aside to make sure he had time to have some water, taking out a portable water bowl and setting it in the sand, Eileen bent over to pour a water bottle into the dish. That was when it happened, the moment her buzz was officially killed.

A hand happily helped itself to a palm full of her ass. It startled her so much, she jumped and accidentally splashed some of the water on the pup. Spinning around, Eileen was 90% ready to get into a fight, “Who’th’fuck do ye t’ink you are?” she snapped, “Can I fuckin’ help ye or somethin’?”