Timber

A barmaid at the Bistro Lucio. I enjoy booze and sleeping. (an rpg account for the Newsies Union)

[j-l-kristo]

Miracles can happen.

Turns out both Timber and I got the night off.

[timberdemarco-blog]

And we both know what that means...

[timberdemarco-blog]

God, I've been a...decent enough person, right?

I don't bother you much.

So is a little bloodshed around here too much to ask for?

Guess I'll have to do it myself.

[timberdemarco-blog]

Had to walk past the dressing room.

The door was open. That's just asking for trouble. Dear god, there were so many breasts.

[timberdemarco-blog]

My ears are burning.

[olivepacinelli-blog]

Fine. Enjoy being miserable.

[timberdemarco-blog]

*narrows her eyes at her* What the hell is that supposed to mean?

[olivepacinelli-blog]

*turns back around to face her* Well only someone who was miserable would treat others the way you do. I might not be the most observant person, but that is glaringly obvious about you.

[timberdemarco-blog]

Or I could just hate you. *shrugs* You're mouthy and you're crazy. You are a keeper, aren't you?

[timberdemarco-blog]

My ears are burning.

[olivepacinelli-blog]

I wasn’t feeling sorry for myself. I was just stating a fact.

[timberdemarco-blog]

Then go state facts to someone else! *rubs her face* Just go away. Please.

[olivepacinelli-blog]

Fine. Enjoy being miserable.

[timberdemarco-blog]

*narrows her eyes at her* What the hell is that supposed to mean?

[timberdemarco-blog]

My ears are burning.

[olivepacinelli-blog]

I have no need or want to pretend. I’m quite certain the only person who cares about me in this place is Rat. Besides that? No one.

[timberdemarco-blog]

Woe is you. Go. Away.

[olivepacinelli-blog]

I wasn’t feeling sorry for myself. I was just stating a fact.

[timberdemarco-blog]

Then go state facts to someone else! *rubs her face* Just go away. Please.

[timberdemarco-blog]

My ears are burning.

[timberdemarco-blog]

olivepacinelli:

Well, it was unnecessary to butt in when I clearly don’t care enough to cast blame on you. 

[olivepacinelli-blog]

If you don’t want people to butt in then maybe you should keep your thoughts to yourself. *shrugs*

[timberdemarco-blog]

Oh, go back to your corner and continue pretending someone cares about you.

[olivepacinelli-blog]

I have no need or want to pretend. I’m quite certain the only person who cares about me in this place is Rat. Besides that? No one.

[timberdemarco-blog]

Woe is you. Go. Away.

[timberdemarco-blog]

My ears are burning.

[timberdemarco-blog]

olivepacinelli:

Well, it was unnecessary to butt in when I clearly don’t care enough to cast blame on you. 

[olivepacinelli-blog]

If you don’t want people to butt in then maybe you should keep your thoughts to yourself. *shrugs*

[timberdemarco-blog]

Oh, go back to your corner and continue pretending someone cares about you.

[timberdemarco-blog]

My ears are burning.

Somebody’s talking about me again. As if I’m surprised.

[olivepacinelli-blog]

Wasn’t me.

[timberdemarco-blog]

Did I say it was?

[olivepacinelli-blog]

No you didn’t and there’s no need to be rude about it.

[timberdemarco-blog]

Well, it was unnecessary to butt in when I clearly don't care enough to cast blame on you. 

[timberdemarco-blog]

My ears are burning.

Somebody’s talking about me again. As if I’m surprised.

[olivepacinelli-blog]

Wasn’t me.

[timberdemarco-blog]

Did I say it was?

[timberdemarco-blog]

My ears are burning.

Somebody's talking about me again. As if I'm surprised.

[timberdemarco-blog]

Having a bit of fun at work...

Don't interrupt, or I can't be held accountable for what happens to you.

[timberdemarco-blog]

Having trouble waking up.

[j-l-kristo]

That so? *pushes a strand of her hair behind her ears* You ain’t seen nothing yet.

[timberdemarco-blog]

Oh yeah? Alright, tough guy. Prove it.

[j-l-kristo]

*puts his hands on the small of her back as he touches his lips to hers* *a little tongue action*

[timberdemarco-blog]

*enjoys his tongue action* *mumbles against his mouth* Weak. 

[j-l-kristo]

*pulls away and grins* Maybe if I weren’t doing all the work myself? *goes back to snogging her*

[timberdemarco-blog]

*arches a brow and shoves him back onto the bed, hopping off the dresser and hopping on top, moving in to kiss his brains out*

[timberdemarco-blog]

Having trouble waking up.

[j-l-kristo]

Not that one. Too small. *moves toward her*

[timberdemarco-blog]

ooh. *chews her lip thoughtfully* I think I might be stumped. 

[j-l-kristo]

*gruffly* Let me give you a hint. *plants his hands on the dresser behind her and leans in to kiss her*

[timberdemarco-blog]

*allows him the kiss, smirking* Oh, I get it—you’ve got a crush on Sal. 

[j-l-kristo]

*grins* He makes my heart beat faster. *lifts her up and sits her on the dresser* 

[timberdemarco-blog]

cliché, but I’ll say it anyway—you certainly know how to sweep a girl off her feet. *grips his collar to pull him in closer*

[j-l-kristo]

That so? *pushes a strand of her hair behind her ears* You ain’t seen nothing yet.

[timberdemarco-blog]

Oh yeah? Alright, tough guy. Prove it.

[j-l-kristo]

*puts his hands on the small of her back as he touches his lips to hers* *a little tongue action*

[timberdemarco-blog]

*enjoys his tongue action* *mumbles against his mouth* Weak. 

[timberdemarco-blog]

Having trouble waking up.

[j-l-kristo]

Not that one. Too small. *moves toward her*

[timberdemarco-blog]

ooh. *chews her lip thoughtfully* I think I might be stumped. 

[j-l-kristo]

*gruffly* Let me give you a hint. *plants his hands on the dresser behind her and leans in to kiss her*

[timberdemarco-blog]

*allows him the kiss, smirking* Oh, I get it—you’ve got a crush on Sal. 

[j-l-kristo]

*grins* He makes my heart beat faster. *lifts her up and sits her on the dresser* 

[timberdemarco-blog]

cliché, but I’ll say it anyway—you certainly know how to sweep a girl off her feet. *grips his collar to pull him in closer*

[j-l-kristo]

That so? *pushes a strand of her hair behind her ears* You ain’t seen nothing yet.

[timberdemarco-blog]

Oh yeah? Alright, tough guy. Prove it.

[timberdemarco-blog]

Having trouble waking up.

[j-l-kristo]

Not that one. Too small. *moves toward her*

[timberdemarco-blog]

ooh. *chews her lip thoughtfully* I think I might be stumped. 

[j-l-kristo]

*gruffly* Let me give you a hint. *plants his hands on the dresser behind her and leans in to kiss her*

[timberdemarco-blog]

*allows him the kiss, smirking* Oh, I get it—you’ve got a crush on Sal. 

[j-l-kristo]

*grins* He makes my heart beat faster. *lifts her up and sits her on the dresser* 

[timberdemarco-blog]

cliché, but I'll say it anyway--you certainly know how to sweep a girl off her feet. *grips his collar to pull him in closer*

[timberdemarco-blog]

Having trouble waking up.

[timberdemarco-blog]

*opens her door and heads inside* Close the door behind you—open doors mean “open for business” apparently.

[j-l-kristo]

Open for… ah. Got it. *shuts the door* Hope the walls aren’t too thin.

[timberdemarco-blog]

*tilts her head to the side innocently* Why do you say that?

[j-l-kristo]

Doesn’t Nevada live here? *grins wickedly* Who wants to hear that?

[timberdemarco-blog]

*can’t help but laugh* Aw, and here I thought you were sweet on her.

[j-l-kristo]

Her? No. *puts the bottle down* But the girl who works behind the bar…

[timberdemarco-blog]

*leans against the dresser, pretending to think* Hm…Paradox? That’s her name, right? 

[j-l-kristo]

Not that one. Too small. *moves toward her*

[timberdemarco-blog]

ooh. *chews her lip thoughtfully* I think I might be stumped. 

[j-l-kristo]

*gruffly* Let me give you a hint. *plants his hands on the dresser behind her and leans in to kiss her*

[timberdemarco-blog]

*allows him the kiss, smirking* Oh, I get it--you've got a crush on Sal.