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@eoghan-oconnor
My midnight thirst for Red Bull can’t be quenched. But if you meant alcoholic beverages then jokes on you because I don’t drink. My mom called it Satan’s juice mainly because my dad drank but you didn’t need to know that, but now you do.
It's okay my good sir, as a bartender I hear many a man's secrets. And your mother did have a point as the "jesus juice" does bring out a mans strongest insecurities... So good for you for not drinking.
I barely got any sleep last night, I was just rolling around — like an emotionally distraught burrito.
Have a bit too much to drink did we?
Coyote Ugly | Eoghan & Christian
Christian paused from putting away a couple of glasses, looking over his shoulder at Eoghan in a bit of surprise. “Wait…..that was all because of me?” He hadn’t even realized, hell, he hadn’t even talked to the girl until he had escorted her out of the bar after the fight. He felt bad, even though it seemed he had caused the fiasco without even realizing what he was doing, but his new friend had still ended up hurt. “I didn’t even notice…”
He looked under the cabinet and pulled out a bottle of ibuprofen, popping out a couple of pills. He quickly filled a glass with water and passed the it and the pills over towards Eoghan. “Will it happen a lot? I don’t want to cause trouble. Don’t worry about me…you’re the one who ended up with a bruised face.” he replied with a chuckle, leaning on the bar.
Eoghan caught the glass of water Christian poured for him and the pills he slid. Eoghan took the two tiny ibuprofen pills and tipped his head back, popping the pills into his mouth followed by a large gulp of water. "Thanks," Eoghan said, sliding his sleeve across his lips, removing any moisture and possible blood that began to dry. "It won't necessarily happen a lot, it's just the busy times like these where people can get a little rowdy."
"But," Eoghan chortled, hopping up on the bar and reapplying his icepack to his cheek, "that right there was an extreme case my good sir. You probably won't have to worry about something like that ever happening again but it's nice to know my little amigo had my back there." Eoghan extended his fist out to Christian, signaling for him to bump it. "You put up a good fight, I'm impressed. Where did you learn to fight like that anyway?"
"For some reason, I am loving the heat from the bonfire."
It feels pretty glorious doesn't it?
"While that is an absolutely fascinating tale, I’m still not entirely sure what that has to do with me… Don’t you have a psychiatrist?" Nixon smirked; pouring you another drink.
Psychiatrist... [Eoghan chortled, swirling his drink for a second before tossing it back against his lips.] You may not see it right this second my good sir, but you're a psychiatrist. It's sort of a.. unspoken job description for us bartenders, if you will. [Eoghan smiled, taking another sip from his glass.]
Coyote Ugly | Eoghan & Christian
"You’re going to have a nice bruise there later boss man." Christian said as he grabbed a rag and wiped down the counter, watching Eoghan ice his face. Most of the bar was straightened up but there was a couple of broken bottles and spilled beers and chips. It wasn’t a terrible mess, but between the two of them it could take a half hour at most which is when the bar typically closed anyway.
He blushed again at his remark about the two ladies, rubbing his cheek to get rid of any lipstick residue. He rolled his eyes at Eoghan’s smirk, leaning on the bar. “Yes…she tipped well. What happened anyway? Why did they guy react like that?”
"It seemed like he was jealous lover," Eoghan said, adjusting his manmade icepack on his cheekbone. "It happens more often than you think. Well, not quite that extensive but alcohol tends to bring out insecurities in the most vulnerable of people. So I assume as he saw his fiance or wife flirting with you a bit, he took a rather aggressive hold on her..."
Eoghan eased the icepack off of his face and set it down on the bar for a second, letting his fingers slowly prod the tenderness of his sore cheekbone. He clenches his eyes some and reapplied the icepack, hoping it would begin to numb him. "You'll get used to the signs, they're the same really. But don't worry, I won't let anything happen to yah mate." Eoghan smiled, hoping the kids first experience at the bar didn't unnerve him.
I swear to God, there’s nothing worse than spending your whole day trying to get rid of your period cramps. Apparently staying in bed all day doesn’t help that much. I’m bummed.
How about a little ice cream or chocolate? I hear that soothes every hormonal girls problems.
Coyote Ugly | Eoghan & Christian
Christian glanced down at his ruined shirt, smirking at Eoghan’s remark. “Sorry boss. But with a name like Black Lion, could you blame me for being a bit confused?” he joked as he started to help pick up some of the over-turned chairs. It was true though, Eoghan seemed to have taken the worst of the fight, even if Christian had been more involved. They were both going to be sore tomorrow for sure. He paused as the other announced the bar was closing, which he figured would happen after this, and he had kind of hoped since he was exhausted.
He helped clean up the main area of the fight, escorting the blonde and the two girls from the bar out and apologizing for the inconvenience. Somehow he managed to get a tip from the two and a kiss on the cheek from the blonde. He walked back into the bar, finding only Eoghan and a couple others left. “How’s the face?” he asked, hoping his blush was gone from the kiss to his cheek.
"It's throbbing some, but it's nothing a little ice cannot fix," Eoghan said, wrapping ice in a clean dry towel and pressing it to the side of his cheek. He could already feel the heat from his cheekbone seeping out from the cool ice, which felt wonderful. He knew it would leave a mark, however, which wouldn't bode well for his director.
"But it looks like the two ladies treated their favorite employee rather well," Eoghan said with a little smirk spreading across his puffing face, noticing the red residue from the blonde's lipstick on Christian's cheek. "She tip you well?"
With your charm and wit perhaps?
This welt is going to need a whole lot of charm in order for my ass to get back on stage.
Oh gee, what happened to you, sir? This looks pretty swollen. You need any help? A Tylenol or anything?
There was just a fight at the bar last night that got a little out of hand. But uh, yeah you wouldn't happen to have a tylenol you could spare would you?
Oh my gosh! Are you OK? Your face looks pretty swollen. Have you tried Tylenol or Panadol? They help swelling go down faster and you could cover the bruising with the right makeup. You could even try Naproxen.
No I haven't taken any pills for it - I don't have anything back at home. But you wouldn't happen to be carrying any tylenol on you that I could borrow would you?
Great, how am I going to explain this giant welt on my face to the director.
Coyote Ugly | Eoghan & Christian
Christian wasn’t sure how much longer he could hang on, especially if the big guy backed into the wall….if he was smart enough for that. His grip was beginning to loosen just as Eoghan came forward with the bottle of wine, his eyes widening as he saw his approach. Thankfully, when the man dropped unconscious he fell forward instead backwards, because the young hispanic would have been crushed and hurt more in the fall than the entire fight. He retracted his arms from around the other’s neck and quickly covered his head to protect himself from the shattered glass shards that sprang everywhere in the aftermath.
He slowly peeked out from his personal cover as his boss broke the silence finally with some humorous remark. His hair was a messy of damp curls, sweat glistening on his forehead as he broke instead an exhausted grin. “Not what I expected…but I’m in.” He said, slowly picking himself up off the ground. Brushing the glass and dirt off of himself, he tried to straighten his ripped shirt as he looked over at Eoghan. “You look like hell.”
Eoghan chuckled at Christian's remark as he wiped more blood from his lips off onto his sleeve. He could feel the left side of his face swelling already and anticipated a pretty grotesque reflection in the mirror. "Battle wounds add character," Eoghan chortled, giving Christian a once over. "And what do you have to show? A ripped shirt? This isn't a strip club, Christian," Eoghan bantered, seeing a couple of guys drag their assailant out into the cobblestoned streets of Brighton, exiting the bar.
Eoghan almost stumbled across a couple of misplaced chairs that were scattered in the ruckus as he stepped up on top of a table, gathering the rest of the bar's attention. "Excuse me ladies and gentlemen, but the Black Lion will now be closing and yes, we are oh so sorry for the inconvenience. So bottoms up!" Eoghan hopped down off the table and clamored behind the bar, immediately locating the closest source of ice for his swelling cheek as the patrons began to exit the bar.
Coyote Ugly | Eoghan & Christian
Christian was struggling to maintain his ground with the big guy. First of all, Christian wasn’t a small guy, averaging about 5’11 to 6’ with an athletic build, but he was nothing compared the the giant that was pissed at him. The assailant could even be mistaken for a troll at times because of his untamable amount of hair growing out of his head and the nasty sneer that occupied his face. How he was even involved with the beautiful blonde was anybody’s guess, but he was and that was what started the whole bar brawl unfolding before everyone’s eyes. The brawl that Christian was starting to lose.
He fell back into a couple of chairs, crashing back into the floor and seeing stars before his eyes. He had landed a few good blows but they didn’t even seem to faze his opponent, where Christian on the other hand was starting to become sore. He caught sight of Eoghan standing shakily off to his left before he found himself being picked up by the front of his shirt off the ground. Shit.
He managed to wrench himself free, shirt tearing in the process, and ducked under the reach of attacker. He rounded around behind him and latched himself around the man’s neck, holding on tight even when he was picked off the ground. With wide eyes, he held on for dear life, calling to Eoghan once and hoping he heard him. “Little help would be nice!”
The shapes in front of Eoghan became sharper, more defined as he breathed in a lungful of air. He shut his eyes and reopened them, the wood from the post he was leaning on biting into his back. He squinted, eyeing Christian latching himself on to the large man's back and hanging on by a thread as his assailant thrashed about the bar.
A little shock prickled the tiny hairs on the back of Eoghan's neck as he heard Christian cry out to him. Eoghan's eyes instantly darted around his immediate perimeter, eyeing anything that could potentially be used as a blunt weapon. Eoghan quickly took a couple steps to his left and snatched a wine glass bottle from a nearby table and charged for the man, his grip around the neck of the bottle clenched tight.
The wine bottle shattered upon impact with the man's head as Eoghan cracked it against his skull, jagged glass shards scattering the floor. The rioting octaves within the bar halted to a dead silence as one could hear the sound of a pin drop on the floor as they awaited a reaction. But Eoghan was the first to break the silence when the man fell to the floor unconscious.
"Well Christian, welcome to the pack. You're a true lion now," he said with a hint of a comedic tone, licking a drop of blood from his bottom lip.
Shades of Eoghan
