@gvssamer once danced…
Jaxon
Intoxication to the point of pointless blabber has more or less become a common occurrence for Jaxon these days than he’d like admit. It wasn’t as if he really NEEDED to drink to rid himself of unpleasant thoughts, because there were no unpleasant things to worry about (at least not these days). It was to cure sheer boredom, more often than not, an excuse to lose his otherwise keen sense of balance and rather analytical thoughts that swarmed his mind daily. He needed a break, occasionally, from routine that itched at his skin like some sort of parasite, reminding him that indeed the once prince of rebellion and smart ass comments had grown – boring. He doesn’t like the life of responsibility or that which causes him to take the ‘adult’ perspective in situations he’d rather jut punch his way out of and worry about – well, never.
It’s why, like most endings to a long day, his liver seems to thank him with aching madness whenever he happens to find a bottle of liquor in his hands; uncapping it to drink from the top like some type of barbarian rather fill a cup like a normal human being. 90proof Vodka – it reads, chuckle spilling past his lips no doubt carrying to those patrons bedside him in dimly lit bar, soft sound otherwise going unnoticed. He’d end up shit faced, no doubt, in a matter of minutes, if his track record was any proof of that; feeling a tad tipsy after four of five shots already. Sheepish grin forms along visage, a soft hiccup falling freely via ample lips that are briefly flicked with a quick swipe of tongue; gathering a hint of what’s left of a lingering taste.
With appendage slipping behind chair of one beside him, it’s urged to turn, just fraction enough for a dazed pupil dilated stare to meet opposite belonging to female he’d undoubtedly seen before. He’d always been good with faces, not so well with names. It doesn’t take long for palm to smooth it’s way along slender back, digit drumming to female’s spine in order to gain her attention further. Jaxon had always been touchy without a hint of alcohol in his system, his culture shock coming to Korea after spending a good 16 years upon American soil hitting him hard upon finding out it was deemed ‘inappropriate’ to touch others so freely, much less invade their personal space. Alas, he’d found it even more entertaining to make others uncomfortable, to see them squirm, be it under a gaze or a touch; his more sadistic side showing itself.
He smiles, a half filled expression holding no real meaning and more or less a drunken gesture made to distill whatever discomfort may linger with his not so subtle approach in gaining her attention. “I remember you, the girl who likes to sneak into buildings and get half naked.” soft hum reverberates in throat and perhaps he speaks a bit too loudly, no shame held in his words, as elbow presses to counter and chin comes to rest against palm for support. “You ever break into … somewhere interesting?” another sheepish expression is made and had anyone he actually knew been present they would have ruled it off as nothing more than childishness; however to the ‘untrained’ eye it’s nothing more than downright mischievous. “I have… once.. or twice, I broke into the deans office back home… changed my grades and burned my ‘bad’ school records…. fun stuff –” he doesn’t know why he’s telling her this, a drunken stupor no doubt, drawn back to his foolish days’ looking to side briefly only to stare at her once more. “Wanna break into somewhere fun with me?”
She didn't like it, not much, the smell of liquor, flowing in unnecessary high amounts, it itched in her nose, easily so, she wasn't much of a drinker, never had been, probably she couldn't even take a lot, neither did she try to, a glass of red wine, on those occasional evenings, when watching some show at home, maybe while working, it was for the mere luxury of it, for the taste, not to get drunk. Obviously, for that reason, she didn't frequent bars often, hardly ever went there, not unless she was invited, asked out, just like it was the case that evening, called out by one of her classmates, asked to join him for a drink, dressed in proper clothes for once, not in her training clothes, rather classy, too, after short research upon the bar, seeming to be on a higher level, not just a place to get drunk, making it easier to lure her out. Though, in the end it had been in vain, her coming out, ditching her relaxed evening at home, instead greeted by a message, shortly after having settled down at the bar, she had ditched her healing time, her classmate had ditched her, a message with whatever excuse, she had already forgotten about it, instead sitting there awkwardly, shoulders stiffened from the unused environment, one drink ordered for the necessity, for not just walking in and leaving, now standing in front of her, mostly untouched, nearly dropped even, upon suddenly being spinned aside, looking into a face that seemed vaguely known. Head working on it, trying to remember where she had met him, her back arched naturally, teased by the gentle touch, easily felt through the thin fabric of her black blouse, caused after years of dancing, reacting to a partner's movements, going along with them, it wasn't much different now, feeling his fingers sliding down, along her spine, distracting her thoughts only for a tad. His words got the memory back, that day in the practice room, making her tense lightly, reminiscing his actions, breaking into one of the studios, catching her changing clothes, not like it had mattered much, there had been enough people seeing her change, but being accused like that now... Actually, it didn't make her show much of a reaction, gaze steady as she looked at him, voice calm, answering, "You were the one breaking in. You could have knocked." Because, one thing for sure, she had locked the door back then, he shouldn't have been able to intrude like that, thus not feeling much, only distracted by the sight of the bottle, placed in front of him, making her wonder for a moment, whether it was his, whether he had planned to empty it. "Instead of burning them, you should have put more effort into improving your grades", she replied, fetching her phone, upon hearing it ring, finally, the proper explanation to her being alone, some family incident, naive as she was, she just took it in, wrote back her greetings and well-wishes, not even looking at the drunk, more focused on her keyboard. "And breaking into foreign places is illegal, not fun. You should concentrate on other things and not think about how to become a criminal."
