Fear is stupid. And so is regrets.

Roxanne "Roxie" Sullivan || 26 || Bartender at Devils' Pit Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.

[roxie-sullivan]

“Is there a reason you are walking that far behind me?”

[roxie-sullivan]

[fontanarat]

"If you say so, Sweetheart." He wasn’t going to push. It obviously came with unfavorable results that he really didn’t feel like dealing with at this current moment in time. 

He nodded at her apology, though his eyes remained locked with the stained counter top of the bar. It might have seemed like he was moping, though honestly he was simply thinking, listening closely to the words that left her mouth even if no joy came from knowing it was all new information to him. Finished the beer she denied in a single swig, Grayson tapped his fingers over the bottle before he finally peeled his eyes from the bar, glancing at Roxie with an odd look. “How smart are your parents…?” He finally asked, the tiniest of smirks curling at his lips. 

[roxie-sullivan]

Roxie poured them each a shot and once he finished his beer she slide the glass over in his direction. She didn't wait to take her shot, going to refill the glass with another for herself. She knew of Grayson's reputation. She had heard it all, but maybe there was some hope in her that they were friends. Though she wasn't stupid enough to think people here knew what friendships were. There might be some, but most were out for themselves. "I haven't the faintest. I mean, they think I'm making it. Which six years and no movie might show nothing has happened. What's on your mind Gray?"

[officertorres]

Fine, fine. I just want a beer.

[roxie-sullivan]

Roxie went and brought Warren his usual. "This one is on me." 

[roxie-sullivan]

Roxie & JJ

[remijackson-deactivated20190221]

JJ watched her legs as she tossed one of the other, getting comfortable in her seat.  He nodded at her reason for being out alone and then smirked when she threw the question back at him.  ”Vipers are snakes not wolves, pretty girl.”  He glanced around the club for a moment and then his eyes fell back on her.  ”When’s your next night off?”

[roxie-sullivan]

She may have purposely flaunted her legs. They were one of her good qualities; long and lean. "I'm sorry. Are we being technical now?" She teased back, going to take a sip of her drink, scanning the room as he did, letting her falls back on JJ. "I have Tuesday off. You free that night?"

[ethanhumphrey-rp]

Then what’s the catch? I know better than that.

[roxie-sullivan]

"Prove me wrong." 

[ethanhumphrey-rp]

"Then what’s the problem. then? "

[roxie-sullivan]

"Nothing. If it's sex you want Ethan. Then it's what you'll get."

[fontanarat]

Though he jumped slightly at the sudden sound of her kicking the bar, Grayson only sighed. “If that’s why you’re upset, it’s not fucking worth it…” 

Looking back down towards the bar, Grayson remained silent as his lip twitched in slight irritation- or possibly even from something else, before he just shrugged. The bottle soon returned to his lips as she continued, finally spilling the reason she was so worked up. It must have been a trend in Fontana. People with a hate for their own parents. “Tell them to fuck off.” He responded dryly, pushing the bottle towards her with a raised brow, almost as if he had read her mind. 

[roxie-sullivan]

In reality, she should have taken the night off. But she needed the extra shifts to pay the rent and bills. If her friends back home could see her now, they would all laugh. "It's not." If only she could believe those words. 

Roxie did hate the way she blew up at him. She knew he had enough shit to go through that he didn't need to have it come from her. "I am sorry." She reached underneath and grabbed two shot glasses and the whiskey behind her, shaking her head at his beer. "If I did that they would be here the next day. They were giving me a year to sort this whole acting thing out." Which turned into six years of lies. "And if nothing came from it I was to come home, attend college and marry this guy to keep the old money between the two families. The guy is a creep. I could care less about the money. I've been reading what's going on back home. He's interested in some girl and his parents don't approve." 

[ethanhumphrey-rp]

"If that’s really what you want" He paused and finished his drink. Sliding it to her. "I mean, I did learn something. I know that shoes aren’t going to fix this"

[roxie-sullivan]

"What I really want?" She arched a brow at him, his next set of words had a smile on her face. "Humphrey are you using that brain of yours. If I had it my way, you would have been in a bed the first day we met. But some odd reason, here we are now. You should see me with just the shoes on." 

[joeyshawx-deactivated20190221]

  "Right now it’s a brunette with a shitty attitude."  Jim tossed her wrist free, she wouldn’t get another chance from him.  Of all the times to fuck with him, this was the worst possible time.  "You got beef over something… I’m the wrong fuckin’ guy to take it out on."

[roxie-sullivan]

Roxie went to open her mouth and let a string of thoughts flow free, but instead she closed it and looked away from him. Maybe she had a shitty attitude, but he had a certain way of bringing it out of her. Like the sight of his face, or his shitty attitude, lured hers out. She slipped her arms behind the bar out of his reach. "Did you need anything else?" Her voice void of any emotion. "We have the whiskey you like in stock." She may of her moments, but she knew exactly which each customer enjoyed that walked through those doors. 

[ethanhumphrey-rp]

"It could be a bartender if she stops being mad at me over something so silly"

[roxie-sullivan]

"And once it's said and done, then this bartender will not see that face of yours again."

[fontanarat]

Raising his hands in a mocking surrender like pose, Grayson rolled his eyes. He knew she was in a mood, he just never knew the bartender to be this snappy before. “I’m aware. It’s why I don’t like them. They’re pathetic on a whole different level.” 

The man slowly placed the bottle back onto the bar, the frown occupying his face only deepening. The sentence didn’t phase the man… or at least it shouldn’t have. But the reason he had been trying to drown himself in alcohol was evident in the back of his mind, and that comment only made it stand out clearer. Raising his gaze back to Roxie, Grayson bit the inside of his cheek, his brows furrowing. “…The fuck did I ever do to you?…” 

[roxie-sullivan]

She ran her fingers through her hair and glanced down at her feet. There was no need to be snappy like this to him. Grayson was one of the few she actually liked. She kicked the wooden framing of the bar. "Yeah, something like that." She muttered. 

"Fuck Gray...shit." She clenched her eyes shut and shook her head. "I..shit, I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean it." Rox was ready for a drink now. "It's my parents." She took a deep breath and looked around the bar. "They want to come visit. Come see the wonderful life I'm living. Their daughter some upcoming star." Her hands clenched into fists. "Why can't they just stay the fuck away?" 

[ethanhumphrey-rp]

"You’re still mad I don’t know your grandma’s name and the street you grew up on?"

[roxie-sullivan]

"Isn't there some stripper you should be out banging?" 

[joeyshawx-deactivated20190221]

"Can you read the expression on my face that says I don’t give a fuck?"  When the bartender slammed the ashtray down in front of him, he moved quick, snatching her wrist.  Jim’s grip was tight enough to leave a mark, "You better fuckin’ watch yourself."  Truth was, he was nearing slamming this girls face right into the bar top.  Every time they met, she had some shit attitude to throw his way.  His patience was done.

[roxie-sullivan]

"What the fuck is your problem?" Brown hues stared at the cold blues. His grip was tight, but she was not going to show any sign of pain that was searing through her. Roxie couldn't explain why he made her feel this way, but there was something about him. Something that didn't sit well. 

[officertorres]

For you to talk to me.

[roxie-sullivan]

"there is nothing to talk about." 

[fontanarat]

"Probably is. Though it kind of worked on you.” Grayson narrowed his eyes towards the bartender, before he just nodded. “Unfortunately it seems there’s only a rare amount of people who think that way. Between you and me, I’ve dealt with enough assholes stuck in their own little fantasy.” Honestly, he wasn’t drunk enough for this kind of shit yet, though thankfully she was on her way to fix that. 

Wrapping a hand around his beer, Grayson gave the woman a small salute with the bottle, before bringing it to his lips, downing a large amount of the liquid right away. “You act like my wife kicked me out of my own house or some shit.” He gave the woman a flat look before simply sighing, a quiet thank you coming from him regardless of his previous words. 

[roxie-sullivan]

"Shut up Grayson." It was the only clear thing she could shoot back with verbally. "Assholes like to be stuck in their fantasy's, that way they don't have o deal with the shit they've created." Roxie was ready to drop the conversation and move on to something else. 

"Who would be stupid enough to marry you?" Maybe she should have thought about that sentence before actually saying it but it was too late now. "If it pleases you, you can drink yourself stupid and I'll take your keys home with me and you can wander the fuck you want and pass out in some park bush. Or, you can take my generosity, which is rare on occasion, and accept a couch instead.  

[joeyshawx-deactivated20190221]

"I didn’t ask.  I asked for an ashtray unless you want me dropping this shit all over the bar…"

[roxie-sullivan]

"Can you not read the sign that says no smoking in the bar?" Perhaps not the smartest thing to say to the blonde, but he always had a way of showing up when she was really not in the mood to deal with him. She reached underneath and grabbed an ashtray, because they were still in the bar after the signs were put up, and slammed it down on the bar top.