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@scarsummers
That soundsā¦ lovelyā¦
"Sure is, uh, Samara... is it? I'm Scarlet." Scarlet ducks her head for a second to hid her grimace, it's hard to stand in front of a girl she's known and loved for so many years and pretend like she doesn't know her. Especially because she's just gotten her back, and because she's the cause of this memory loss. All of it's fucking hard. But that was life, wasn't it. Still, it doesn't mean that she can't be pissed off about it.
Why is it so cold in here?
Maybe because I walked in, I have a way of freezing a room up when I want to. But I'm quite talented at heating it up as well.
Stumbling onto the bus in a weary haze, Evangeline rubbed at her tired hazel eyes, collapsing in a seat next to a pretty brunette who appeared every bit as tired as she was. Her eyes fluttering shut, she let out a deep sigh.Ā This bus better get me home within the next hour - I have work early tomorrow andĀ coursework and -
The mumbling of Scarlett startled her enough that her eyes opened once again, and she glanced towards the other girl, a frown making its way onto her delicate face.ā Sorry, is something wrong,ā she questioned, raising an eyebrow.
Scar looked up from her down turned angst and saw a young brunette sitting next to her. When had she gotten there? Oh well. Either way, she was there and she was talking to her. With a slightly annoyed but overtly exhausted voice, Scar replied,"It's taken fucking forever for this bus to load and quite honestly, I'd just like to be home now." She crossed her hands over her chest, and humphed. "Obviously, I'm not my most passionate so early in the morning." Scar wanted desperately to pull out a cigarette from her pack and light it up, but she knew that'd only cause her to grow more rebellious and stubborn and the bus driver to grow more impatient and then they'd never leave. So she just lowered her hands to her lap and started to pick apart at the tear in her leggings. God, this night really was never going to fucking end.Ā
Scar takes a seat on the bus, it's 3 am and she hasn't felt this exhausted in weeks. She's pretty sure the implementation of impulse control on her part has taken a toll, and now she wants nothing more than to go home and sleep. But the fucking bus is still loading, and there's a line of drunks outside, and suddenly that urge kicks in and she's scared that maybe she won't feel so inclined to hold it in. That maybe she'll hop off the bus and go find her a mouse to toy with. But then the line Ā finally has an end in sight and it's closer to lift-off, so she slumps back, her body losing that tension, and she inhales deeply. "Fuck," she mumbles.Ā
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āThere is not a name for what Iām feeling. There is no description for it. To call it yearning would be like calling the ocean water. Whatever this thing is, it shoves you inside itself and you canāt measure its boundaries because they go too far and you donāt have enough time. Or you move toward the boundaries and they move away. There has been an earthquake in my life. Catastrophic, civilization-ending.āĀ Ā
The way she looks at you, hungry, as if her teeth are aching to bite down on the soft skin behind your ear. You have no idea what you are to her, the only thing you do know is that you canāt find it in yourself to care. Because as long as you are something to her, even if minute, youāve reached new heights. Sheās fire. Sheās destruction. Sheās everything your pre-pubescent self ever dreamed of, and sheās stepped out of her ring of flames to flicker by your side. You think yourself blessed, but in all reality, youāre doomed. Sheāll douse you out, steal your fire, leave you aching. And the entire time youāll be thanking her, thanking her for leaving you empty. You never thought a being as she would ever step down to your level. You owe her. She keeps you alight, if only for a night. But itās enough, itās more than you ever dreamed of. Thank you, thank you, thank you.Ā
"Iāll make sure to mention it to Astrid," Theodore mumbled, making a note of it although he wasnāt exactly sure if she was serious or not. It was better to be safe than sorry, with people like Scarlett who were infinitely more sure of themselves than he was. Even if he didnāt know what she had done, Theodore knew when someone had power. It something you need to learn when you have none at all. It was also why heād learned early on to be his best around her. He smiled lightly, before he shook his head as he answered, "Oh, she makes sure no one gets on after her. Sheās the closing, every night." But it suited her, her and her lavishness. Selfishness didnāt come easy to Theodore, but he could see the appeal of everyone adoring you, even if he hated attention on himself. Being someone else was something Theodore was good at, though it was easier with some than others. The performance was his everyday life, which was probably why every time Astrid teased about letting him get on stage, he said no. He acted enough. "Weād love you here," he said honestly, as they approached the bar. He was running his fingers through his hair as he answered, "Alice. She makes a killer Appletini." He laughed though before he added, "But I doubt you want an Appletini." Glancing at the stage, and then back at Scarlett, he asked her, his mind trying to arrange things, "Do you want me to get you something and take it to you backstage, or do you want to watch the show for a bit?"
"Yes, do that. In a way, I'm looking out for the wellbeing of this fine establishment. Keeping the riff raff unworthy out." Scarlett took a moment to breathe in the scent of the club; sweat, sex and glittery debauchery... just like she liked it. She continued the heel toe clip clomp of her stride behind Theo and watched him continue to shift around her ego. It was nice, as it always was. She enjoyed her ego being stroked, no matter who it be. Even though, at her deepest level, she felt bad for reveling in it as Theo was a softer soul and perhaps her level of intimidation was unnecessary, or even cruel. And Scar was not a mean person, per say. She was one that knew her worth, who understood the darker creatures out in the world. But she wasn't mean, not to those who didn't contain a mean bone in their bodies. It'd be like kicking a kitten to step on a person like Theo. Scarlett chuckled, it was exactly as she assumed. Just like Scar herself, Astrid was never to be outdone. Certainly not in her own business. "If it were my own, I'd do the same thing. So I don't judge her." It it were her own, Scar would thrive, she would open up like a flower, each petal silky and shimmering glistening wet. She'd own the stage every night, she'd become a legend; she had it in her veins, the potential for greatness. She had already leaked it out and drank from it every night of her sprees. But Scar was also meant for a life outside, protecting the women of the world from men who wanted more then they deserved. So, no prison for her. Which meant living a bit more quietly than she would prefer. "I wouldn't dare take the spotlight from Astrid, which would happen if I were here full time. Don't tell her I said that, probably because she'd tear my head off and also because honestly, that could just be a boast." She looked up at the long limbed blonde with a smirk and one perfectly perked eyebrow. "Alive with the appletinis, I enjoy a little alliteration. i mean, look at my name. I'll have one... or two, if we're still being honest." She took a moment to listen to his question, before looking out into the crowd, her eyes finally landing on the stage. It was well lit and colorful, with a perfectly posed dancer pulling off her gloves. Maybe she'd watch for a bit, enjoy the voyeurism from a different angle. "I think I'll watch."
The more that went into her, the more Scarlett seemed to come alive. There was nothing Roo could do but marvel at it. Whenever he drank, he just seemed to retreat into himself or his thoughtsā¦ or he lashed out because of his thoughts. Either way, he felt himself feeling the creeping wave of envy that seemed to come with her brazenness. "Really? Not even a porn star?" Although the words would normally come out scathing, Rooās tone held something akin to grudging respect. His ears felt hot as he spoke, and instantly he was shaking his head in apology. "That was just me being bitter, I swear. No harm meant by it." Her agreement, despite his momentary silence, did draw a slow nod out of him. Sky would loop one arm over his shoulders, gushing about how glad he was to have the gang back together. Lou would just smile that sweet smile of hers and say that nothing had been the same while he was gone. Scar was more practical than that, more calculating. And he appreciated it in this instance.Ā "Yeah, youāve always got the best intel, Tig. I appreciate it."Ā His drink was nearly gone so Roo finished it off with one inelegant swig. The music changed from country to some Top 40 hit to what now sounded much slower and intimate than what had come before, but he wasnāt relaly paying attention. His eyes locked with hers as he returned his glass to the table.Ā "Howāve you been? In the Hollow or out of it."Ā
"Don't need to play at being a porn star, kid. Been there, done that." She leaned back and raised two fingers up to the waitress, signaling two more. They knew her well enough here that they'd bring back the good shit. Then, lowering her arm, she turned back around to look at Roo. She laughed, well, if they were going to delve into what happened in the dark years, might as well get an early and honest start. "No harm done, Roo. Can't be offended by comments like that, not good for the complexion." She smiled at his apology, at least he had the good sense to cover his tracks, if she ever did get angry it wasn't something to marvel or be amused by, it was something to fear... and all the pack knew that. Though the rage was never felt towards any of them, usually. There were a few months in her time away that she spent angry at everything and everyone, even Lou, even fucking Sam. She used to be full of pent up anger, now it had dissipated. She realized it was because she used to deny her nature, and since then, she had allowed herself to express her darker desires. Such ones she missed very much so in her current abstinent life. "Well, I'm not one to give anything but the very best, so it should be expected by now." Her cat-like nature expands tenfold as she lounges in her seat and coyly grins. The waitress brings over the drinks and she sets to sipping one immediately, enjoying the feeling of herself again. She had lost in momentarily at the reintroducing of the two of them. "I've been good. Been bartending at the Anti-Hero, spent most of my time in LA working in entertainment and now I spend most of my time hanging out with Lou or dancing here in my time off. How've you been?"
It was difficult to explain. Like an animal, or out of some strange sense of survival that Theodore always had inside of him, he sensed a need to keep his senses heightened and his posture small around Scarlett. Like Astrid, like Kalli, like Victoria, Scarlett exuded a danger and confidence that left him both in awe and terror. But he liked her, as terrified as he became. He liked watching the way she commanded things, the way he liked to watch Astrid. It was a confidence he lacked, and Theodore couldnāt help but admire what he would probably never have. Inside the club, Theodore pushed through the people gently, his height which was usually so awkward actually helping him for once. He nodded though, before he looked down and back at her as he said, āIāll talk to him, I promise. Our old bouncer actually had to quit a few weeks ago, and Iāve been filling in, but we found him a week ago.ā Theodore shuddered at the reminder of standing out there, Astrid putting him there for his height and disregarding his temperament. Heād been moving towards the back, to Astridās office/dressing room, when he stopped at her comment. Looking at the stage, he saw Melody up there doing her Marilyn Monroe routine everyone loved, and ran his thoughts over the other girls up there tonight. Running his fingers through his hair, he checked his phone schedule, before he showed it to Scarlett. āWe could put you on before Astrid. Thereās a thirty minute break on the stage.ā Theodore licked his lips, before he added boldly, āSheās going to try to get you to work here again.ā
Scarlett chuckled at the thought of Theo as a bouncer, didn't seem like the best fit for a soft soul like him. She can't even imagine him attempting to be assertive with anyone, but maybe he faked the tough exterior and douchebaggish confidence a bouncer usually exudes. She smiled at the thought, similar to when she would try on her mother's heels when she was younger, except in all honesty, there never really was a time where her innocence was ever truly intact. She couldn't remember a time where her demeanor was ever even dipped in the kind of sincerity that Theo gave off. "Oh wow, that must've been a sight. Well, I assume his ignorance is going to be a strike on his record. I really don't have time for that fucking bullshit." Scarlett sneered and then started to pick at her long polished nails, giving Theo a second to consider that night's schedule. "I'd enjoy that, though I'm sure she'll enjoy that I'm going on before her and not after." She grinned garishly at the thought of Astrid reveling in the feeling of being the showstopping closer. Always a spotlight stealer she was, which was why she was so suited for the job she had. Scar had trusted her baby in the hands of someone who understood the magnitude of it. "She always does, don't know if it'll work though. Maybe? Who knows." Scar dipped her head back in a laugh at the thought of anyone convincing her to do something that she didn't want to do. Maybe she wanted to join, maybe not. In all honesty, it wouldn't be wise too--easier for the cops to find her. But she missed it so dearly. "Who do you have tending bar tonight? Someone good?"Ā
Always carefully observant, Rhiannon watched the little scene unfold with a mischievous glint in her eye. While she was sure that the girl in front of her could handle herself, Rhiannon didnāt have the few seconds to spare. It would be easy enough to pretend that she was a part of this girlās āparty,ā considering she was right behind her in line. As much as she hated the bar and club scene, she swore to Isla that sheād be there to represent the Shipwreckers, but of course she was late. Sheād planned a movie night for her and Adriana, and as much as it killed her to leave her girlfriend in the clutches of her very male roommate, Rhiannon didnāt have a choice. āSheās with me,ā She told the bouncer, glaring at him with disdain, her matte red lips pursed. āAnd Iām with Isla Greene, so if you donāt want her to sink her nails into your throat, I suggest you let us in.ā
Scarlett whipped around at the sound of an unfamiliar voice behind her, only to realize that the girl had pushed next to her and begun to assert herself and her power over the bouncer that Scarlett had been quite close to maiming a few moments ago. Isla Greene, huh. So this must be one of the infamous Shipwreckers. Well, she didn't enjoy getting in on someone else's status--as she was no plus one--but she was tired of fucking standing outside, so what the fuck. "I'm not going to say thank you, you know. If that's what you're expecting. You only sped up what I was about to get done if only a few moments later."
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"Iām a thousand times more afraid of you than Hilary Swank. Even if sheās got huge teeth."Ā He accepted her light punch by rolling with the blow, fighting the urge to be thrown by her very out-of-character behaviour. He was probably confusing her just as much, especially since heād approached her without the usual puppy-eyed look he constantly reserved for her until theyād both left the Hollow. They were doing great, honestly, until her hand touched his. A hollow buzz seemed to race up his arm and he stared for a moment. It was disorienting and unexpected and quite frankly, not what he wanted at all. His heartbeat was too loud to hear anything until the name slipped out. Rooās whiskey made its way past his lips while his eyes dropped to the table, contemplating. "Sāpose I could do that. You just happened to be the first Street Rat I came across. Which isnāt a bad thingā at, at all."Ā Roo cleared his throat as he watched Scarlett down the absinthe. "Thanks, though. I appreciate the update."Ā He lapsed into silence, not knowing what else he should add.
"Yeah, thankfully my teeth are absolutely stunning, just like the rest of me. And you've made a wise decision to be more wary of me than Swank, I'm not playing at anything. I'm the real thing." She dipped her fingers into the last remnants of her martini and swirled the slick digits across the edges of her glass, smiling at the sounds that the movement elicited. Stopping, she licked the gin off her fingers and grabbed her nearly gone absinthe, holding it up momentarily to the light so that she could see all the colors dancing in front of her. Exquisite.
As the alcohol started so slowly seep in, Scar become more and more like herself, her body opening up like a flower as her movements became more open and fluid.She took that last final sip and slammed it down on the table, hoping to shock them both out of their funk. Maybe that would take time, to let their hearts and minds and bodies settle down, to find their rhythm again. She hadn't seen or heard from him since that night, so in some way, it was like seeing a one night stand the day after... except a fuck of a lot more complicated. "No, I'm positive it's a good thing, I'm much less sappy then everyone else would be. And I'll keep things real, to a certain extent. Overall, nothing has changed but at the same time, everything has. it's disconcerting andĀ intriguing." She stopped speaking and watched as the silence loomed. She needed more alcohol and a chance to get some kind of party started, anything to cut through the depth of tension that was filling the air.
Roo threw up his own hands, blocking each of her light blows with his palms.Ā "No need to tell me twice, Million Dollar Baby."Ā He nodded once at her alcohol choice and again at her lighthearted response to him, before heading towards the bar. His height and generally thin frame put him at an advantage there. Roo was served fairly quickly, returning to set both her drinks in her hands.Ā "I passed up on the jager in favor of absinthe. Donāt really know how well thatāll go."Ā His own drink of choice was whiskey, three fingers, neat. Roo nursed it for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. Heād gotten this far off absolutely nothing but luck and old familiarity.Ā "Howās the Hollow been?"Ā It was a fair question, presented in a neutral tone as his eyes scanned the room. More accurately, his eyes avoided hers, but Scar didnāt need to know that.
Scar chuckled at Roo's reference wryly, she wondered if he had ever even seen the movie in question. It's not like the Street Rat Pack had ever really had the time or inclination to watch award winning movies when it was just them against the world. But things had changed, and maybe he had found the desire to watch such movies after he had struck out on his own. "I'm a million fucking times cooler and Ā more intimating than Hilary Swank could ever hope to be, even when playing at a boxer." She smirked condescendingly, "I thought you knew that, bucko." She said this as she threw out a soft uppercut to his bicep. "Pow." Once again, she felt the awkwardness of her actions when around him. No one seemed to have the ability to put her on edge like Roo could, it wasn't an uncomfortable edge.. just scary, unfamiliar. Scarlett Summers was not one to lose her cool... ever. Until now, she guessed. She contemplated this thought for a brief moment as he ordered their drinks at the bar. She never expected to be here, now, with Roo. But life, and specifically Barton Hollow, had a way of throwing people into the unexpected.Ā She looked up from her thoughts to see he had returned with a colorful array of drinks. She grinned, absinthe. Oh, that devilish faerie of a drink... it always promised the night to be an experience not to be forgotten. Nothing healthy could come from this pairing, on both accounts. But what the fuck, she hadn't been making good decisions all night so what difference would one more make? She could already tell she'd be regretting that choice later on in the night. "It's great, I'm not afraid of unusual pairings. After all, I am a bartender." She reached out to grab the drinks, brushing his fingers momentarily before pulling back drinks firmly grasped in hand. She was caught off guard with his question, even if he had warned her of such questioning moments before. Ā "Um, it's weird as usual, which is its normal. So, nothing new really. I mean, I haven't been here too long so I can't really say everything that's happened, you'll want to talk to Lou about that. I mean, well, uh, yeah." Ā God, what a fucking idiot she was coming off to be. She wanted to slam her head into the table or find someone to fuck senseless if only to stop feeling whatever it was she was currently feeling. Alcohol would have to do though, as either of the other options would require an explanation. She downed her martini and reached out for the swirly green drink, she was ready to be taken far away.Ā
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"Annoying feels like the right word, but I donāt want you to hit me."Ā He moved to keep up with her behind the velvet rope, fighting valiantly to keep a satisfied smirk off his face. There were somethings, at least, that would never change.Ā "Pick your poison, then, Iāll grab it and we can talk. Play catch up or something."Ā He nodded to the crowd along one wall, shouting to be heard over the noise of the place. It was a risk, he knew, just charging headlong into their interaction, but there was a chance that Scar wasnāt going to tell him to fuck off. He was willing to risk it to find out about what heād missed.
"Watch yourself, kid. Any further and I won't feel the need to restrain my fists." She threw out a few playful jabs at him before returning her focus forward and continuing on her venture to the bar, never forgetting his presence beside her. "Gin martini and a shot of whatever's scary looking. I've been partial to Jager lately, but I don't feel those two drinks mix well." She shrugs off her leather jacket and fixed the fallen bra strap that had been resting on her arm for a few minutes now. "Play catch up," she repeats. "Sounds like fun." More like it sounds like something she would need to get drunk to suffer through. Would they go back to that night? Or just ignore it completely. Either way, she already felt herself shivering at the thought of their talk. The threat of it drawing closer with every step he took towards the bar.
