|
|
Post by tristain on Sept 16, 2011 12:43:29 GMT -5
Tristain sat at the bar her arms folded on the counter top as her head rested on them so comfortably, her eyes zoned out, not looking at anything particular.There was a lot twirling around in that head of hers about regret and anger all at the same time which is probably why there were ten empty shot glasses sitting around her.
But at the bottom of each glass there was no answer to anything. Sighing the bar tender came around an began to pick up the glasses but as soon as he did her hand grasped his wrist in one smooth motion as her version never darted.
Tristain: pour me another, then leave the bottle...
When she let go, he left the shot glasses where they sat as he did what she asked. AS the filled glass was sat on the table she grasped it an quickly sucked down the warm liquid as he poured her another before leaving the bottle.
TBCB: The One That Deals Death
|
|
|
|
Post by scrambles on Sept 16, 2011 19:49:54 GMT -5
Walking across the street, he began tugging on the fingers of his gloves, pulling them off with the rest of his uniform as he made his way toward the bar he use to frequent. He seemed to get the hang of this whole "changing on the move" thing, finally pulling off his gloves as he shoved them into one of his duster pockets. His head darted back and forth for a moment before he sunk his head down slightly, grabbing a handful of the face of his mask as he quickly pulled the fabric off of his head. The air always felt good when it first hit his skin, a small grin even appearing as he finally reached his destination.
He stuffed his mask into the inside of his coat as he entered, taking a quick look at his surroundings. Seemed to be a relatively quiet night, not to many people hanging around, chattering among themselves. No complaints from him, But as he began to approach the bar, he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes locked on what was in front of him. At first it was simply at the thought of someone was actually sitting in his favorite seat. Sure, he hadn't been there in quite some time, but it was still his seat dammit. But, his eyes widened however as he quickly came to realize who it was.
::Raylan Davidson::
No way...No fuckin' way...
He muttered to himself as he continues to stare at the person seated at the bar, laying their head down after taking a shot. He gritted his teeth a little as he rolled his head on his shoulders. Something in him told him to just leave. Turn, walk away, forget. That was probably the side of his head that got slammed into the table telling him that. But, he knew he couldn't just walk away. there always was that something that drew him to her. So, instead, he continued his casual stroll up to the bar, his grin returning when he noticed the copious amount of shot glasses surrounding her.
::Raylan Davidson::
I think we're doing this backwards, dear. Isn't it usually you find me at the bar?
He removed his coat as he took a seat on the stool next for her, tapping the bar twice as he sat. It didn't take but a moment for a bottle of whiskey to get placed in front of him, not even bothering to get him a shot glass either. The perks of being a former regular continued to prove themselves handy as he motioned up toward the lights with his hand, the bartender instantly dimming them slightly. Just because he chose not to wear his mask didn't mean he wanted to be recognized if anything were to happen, after all... Taking his bottle in hand, he began to open it as his attention finally returned to her.
::Raylan Davidson::
So...whats the occasion? |
|
|
|
Post by tristain on Sept 16, 2011 20:15:06 GMT -5
Tristain looked up at the man beside her seeing more then him then she would have liked to.
Tristain: Life's many curve balls....
Squinting her eyes slightly trying to focus she couldn't help but begin to laugh as she hid her face in her arms.
Tristain: wow did you get a group rating at a plastic surgeons office or something?
Smiling she lifted her head up as she propped it up with her hand, as she tapped her fingers against her cheek.
Tristain: Maybe Jonah learned a new profession, he hehe so how do I know your the real Raylan Davidson...hmm?
Closing one of her eyes she tapped him on the nose a couple times.
|
|
|
|
Post by scrambles on Sept 16, 2011 20:41:55 GMT -5
He jumped slightly as he felt her tap on his nose, whether it was because he didn't expect her to touch him or because last time she put her hands on his was to slam his head into a desk, only he'd know. Regardless, he couldn't help but grin at her behavior, especially with that slightly slur in her speech. It was a rarity for him to see her let herself go this far, although he couldn't complain in the change of attitude.
::Raylan Davidson::
Because, Twisty, no one looks as good in red and blue spandex as I do. Here...I'm gonna borrow this.
Finally getting the top off of his bottle, he reached over and retrieved one of Tristain's overturned shot glasses. He filled the glass up and raised it to his lips, pausing for a moment as he simply looked at it. It had been quite sometime since he had a drink of anything alcoholic. He only promised himself he'd do it on special occasions at that. Looking back over at Tristain as she drunkenly eye'd him seemed reason enough. One of them already cut loose, why not have some fun too? Finally he threw the drink back, swallowing it in one gulp as he slammed the glass back down, exhaling deeply through his nose as he felt that burning liquid rush down his throat, licking his lips for a moment before pouring himself another, this time turning back to her before shooting it.
::Raylan Davidson::
Curve balls, eh? God knows I've been there... I dunno though...sometimes curve balls end up being a good thing. |
|
|
|
Post by tristain on Sept 16, 2011 21:02:24 GMT -5
letting out a small hick up, she rose slightly and slowly as she sat back against the stools back rest. Widening her eyes she closed them and reopened them a few times.
Taking in a deep breath she about fell out of her stool but caught her self leading her to laugh.
Tristain: WOW that was close...
Smiling big she looked over at Raylan before she began to rethink the question he asked... at this point she wasn't sure who asked it but she knew she had an answer for the...
Tristain: What was the question again?
Her face became one of confusion for a moment before you could see the light bulb go off in her head as the look of excitement of remembering took over her face.
Tristain: OH RIGHT you didn't ask a question..... but yes curve balls can be good but in my case i'm not so sure... cause I still like this one guy and I never told him that the baby was never his... an I feel really bad about it... while he was sleeping i stole some of his saliva which it was so cute cause when he would lay in bed he would just lay there with his mouth wide open one time I even tempted to throw a ball in there but....
placing her hand by her mouth she began to snicker as she whispered.
Tristain: he caught me....
She started to crack up laughing again
|
|
|
|
Post by scrambles on Sept 16, 2011 21:56:48 GMT -5
As he went to throw another drink back, he froze as he listened to her. His eye widened as she spoke about never telling a "guy" that a baby wasn't his, his jaw instantly dropping open, his expression changing to that of a half horrified look. Slowly, he tilted the shot glass back as he threw the liquid back, letting the glass simply fall from his fingers as it clattered against the bar. Turning in his stool, he leaned both elbows on the bar, pressing his palms against his temples as his brain frantically ran through the new information that she spewed out from her drunken mouth as he let her get caught in her own giggling fit. Old habits even reemerged as well as he reached out and grabbed his bottle by the neck, taking a few quick swigs before pressing his hand back to the side of his head. Eventually, he folded his arms on the bar as his brow furrowed, pursing his lips together before turning his gaze back to her.
::Raylan Davidson::
So...the baby was never mine...?
Her laughter seemed to die out as he gave her that stern, cold stare. Whether it was because she realized what she had just done, or just because she didn't like the look he was giving her, the two just shared a silent stare for a moment.
::Raylan Davidson::
This whole time... I thought you just didn't want a baby with me... and it ended up just not being mine..?
That stern look slowly gave way as he spoke, his mouth curling into a smile as he simply arched an eyebrow at her, even beginning to chuckle toward the end. Soon his chuckles grew into full on laughter, she soon joining in, although probably just laughing because he was cracking up. He couldn't stop laughing for some reason, almost as if some huge cloud that was hanging over his head finally dissipated, or some weight lifted from his chest. As his laughing finally subsided, he grasped his whiskey bottle, turning his shot glass up as he poured himself another drink, reaching over to pour her another drink as well.
::Raylan Davidson::
So...curve balls... See, that was a relatively good curve ball. Although, I can't help but wonder why would you not tell me, Twisty? Besides, you're always the one looking for the brighter side of things.
He held his shot glass up for a toast, wearing that grin of pleasure as he waiting to hear the clink of their glasses.
::Raylan Davidson::
Common silver lining girl, buck up. |
|
|
|
Post by tristain on Sept 16, 2011 22:34:22 GMT -5
Tristain was still laughing as she wrapped her fingers around her shot glass. Finally clearing her throat she shrugged slowly her laugh began to fade as she began to turn the glass.
Tristain: Did it honestly matter? I mean either way you said you would be the kids father I am the only one who cared who the actual dad was....
Rolling her eyes she clinked his glass before drinking the shot in one gulp. Slamming it own on the counter the sound of it made her jump as she laughed innocently covering her mouth slightly.
Tristain: Ooops..... at least it didn't bre.....
Just then a piece of the shot glass fell off. Tristian just stared at it in awe for a second.
Tristain: Well that happened......
She began to laugh again before she looked at Raylan and shrugged.
Tristain: My silver lining is this.... I am not good at anything I want.... and it is better to find that out now then later.
|
|
|
|
Post by scrambles on Sept 16, 2011 23:09:25 GMT -5
::Raylan Davidson::
I suppose in the long run it doesn't... I mean, the first thing we did discuss and decide on is what to do with the baby if I wasn't the father. It was...just somethin' that bugged me for awhile was all.
He threw his drink back with her, slamming the glass down on the table, but noticing she did it a little exceptionally hard, even going as far as to break the glass, even smirking a bit as she laughed awkwardly before staring at her glass, like cracking it was some incredible feat of strength.
Turning his glass over and pushing it away, he grasped the bottle by the neck and decided to go old school with it, bringing it to his lips as he took a swig from the bottle. Things almost began to feel like they use to, just being able to sit and talk with her while having a drink. He couldn't help but smile at the thought as their eyes met, But as he continued to speak, it was obvious that something was significantly different. Her giggly attitude was seeming to die out as those "curve balls" she spoke of began to make themselves apparent, his own grin slowly fading as his brow furrowed slightly, placing his bottle back down as she managed to capture his attention in full.
::Raylan Davidson::
What are you talkin' about, Tristain..? What are you trying to attain that you think you're failing at...? If you don't mind my asking. |
|
|
|
Post by tristain on Sept 16, 2011 23:23:32 GMT -5
Tristain began to stand up as she reached in her back pocket taking out a wad of crash. Each time she listed one of the things she was just pretty much not born to be good at her hand hit harder on the counter.
Tristain: i failed as a daughter, sister, friend, mother, in fact I never got a chance at that one that's how bad I am. Girl friend.... pretty much all of the above. Right now I almost wish your a... what ever it is you call them killed me. I bet I was even a bad lay....
She began to laugh slightly, scratching the top of her head as she unbalancy made her way threw the bar.
|
|
|
|
Post by scrambles on Sept 17, 2011 0:30:03 GMT -5
He cocked his head at her as she listed what she felt was her short comings, also noting how hard she hit the bar as she ran down her list. He couldn't help but wonder if these were doubts and paranoia that had laid inside her mind for a long time, maybe just now coming to the surface while under the influence of that great "liquid courage," or just something that recently conjured up into her mind. But, what truly did not sit well with him was her last remark. Stating that she wished that his apprentice had actually managed to kill her? That was more than likely the alcohol talking, but it was something he never wanted to hear her utter, regardless.
He watched her attempt to wobble her way away, fighting to keep her footing as she staggered forward, not quite knowing where she was wanting to go, but damn sure knew he wasn't just going to let her wonder off on her own in that condition. Placing the cap back on his whiskey bottle, he stood to follow in her footsteps, noticing just as she started to tilt backward as her balance seemed to have finally give way, placing a hand on her shoulder to keep her from falling, helping her regain her balance as he let her lead him forward.
::Raylan Davidson::
Now, how do you figure exactly, that you failed at any of those? You were never a bad friend, and I'm sure even... Jonah would attest to that... and you sure as hell were never a bad girlfriend, Tristain. You always put me before yourself..always made sure I was taken care of, no matter what... Ya never judged me for anything I did; even from day one. You were the only person to ever try and look past that mask and try and see....me. Even during that whole kitchen incident, you seemed happy that I just wasn't one of the bodies among them... heh... But...that is one thing i'll always be grateful for, is that you...loved me for me... and I thank you for it. And to say you failed as a mother is just being unfair to yourself. I've seen bad mothers in the world, Twisty... real bad ones. If there was anyone in the world that would have made a terrific mother, it would have been you. So, I don't ever wanna hear that you wish so and so had taken you out...because if there were more people like Tristain Moore in the world, I may not have such a grim out look on the world.
He gave her shoulder a friendly little squeeze as he continued to walk behind her, making sure she stayed on her feet as she lead them forward to wherever their destination may be. A grin touched his lips as he thought about that last little item on the list, chuckling a little as his eyes wondered slightly, those mischievous gears churning in his head as he pondered if he should even make a comment about it. He couldn't help himself, however, as he loomed a little closer to her, keeping his voice low now as he spoke.
::Raylan Davidson::
...and, quite frankly, little lady, as far as the bedroom is concerned, there ain't a bad thing about you... |
|
|
|
Post by tristain on Sept 17, 2011 12:45:40 GMT -5
Tristain sort of smiled as she sloppily turned around to face Raylan sort of falling on him as he caught her. Hick uping she wrapped her arms around his neck seemingly trying to be seductive but extremely failing at it with her drunken state.
Tristain: Is that so Mr. Davidson?
She slurred a bit as she covered her mouth and burped a bit.
Tristain: OH that reminds me I have a date.... meeting?
Her eyes wondered up as though she was trying to remember something. Her hand began to fall form his shoulders until she lifted them back up placing either hand on his cheeks.
Tristain: JONAH! i have a meeting date with him tomorrow some time or another. But to be completely honest if I wanted to really die i would come to the best death dealer around Scrambles.... bambles... ambles BLAH!
She began to move her tongue in and out of her mouth leaving it out as she talked.
Tristain: my mouth is so dry....
Flexing her mouth she began to walk forward forgetting what she was trying to do in the first place.
Tristain: so where we going?
|
|
|
|
Post by scrambles on Sept 18, 2011 16:49:55 GMT -5
He couldn't help but laugh at Tristain's drunken behavior as she more or less stumbled over him, even as she nearly burped in his face. He even half expected her to start mooshing his cheeks together as she placed her hands on them, simply smiling at her as he listened. Sadly, his expressed soured quickly when she dropped that name. His eyes widened as his grin damn near got smacked off of his face, baring his teeth slightly as he started to grind his jaw back and forth a little.
::Raylan Davidson::
You ah...you have a date...meeting...with my brother tomorrow..?
Saying it out loud himself definitely didn't help soften the impact even in the slightest. It almost felt like a surprise kick in the nards from behind. He simply looked away for a moment as he mouthed the words "Awesome," continuing to grit his teeth as his mind played through every horrible scenario it possible could.
Thankfully he didn't stay trapped in this mindset for long as his eyes darted back toward her as she continued on, not really sure whether to take her coming to him if she wanted to ever die as a compliment or not, his face twisting slightly in response. His grin quickly returned, however, as she appeared to be lost as she began to venture forward once again
::Raylan Davidson::
I dunno, you we're the one wondering around, I figured you had a destination. But, really, we could go just about anywhere ya wanted. We can hang out here or...we'll I would have suggest a stroll, but you can barely walk as it is, so I'd probably have to carry you for that...
He quickly reached out and grabbed her as he noticed her beginning to stumble once again, snickering a little as he helped her regain her balance, putting his arm around her as he poked her tongue back into her mouth.
::Raylan Davidson::
So, tell me where ya wanna go pretty lady, and i'll take ya there. |
|
