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Post by Ethan Winters on Oct 7, 2014 9:15:06 GMT
If the man himself had stepped off the stage and was singing it in his ear – he had “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” stuck in his head. It wasn’t a bad song to have stuck in your head- but he did want to burst out with the lyrics quite often which was not professional or acceptable in most establishments but your own home or car. Sadly he was at the bar like he was every night. Samantha seemed okay with the job-probably because it was legal and hardly ‘dangerous’ as one would think. She was too oblivious to realize she was working at a criminal’s haven because…well she was a ditz. As much as he loved his sister she seemed to be ridiculously oblivious to gossip or even some basic logic. It wasn’t like Ethan didn’t try to educate her…but she always seemed so ridiculously innocent that it was hard to think of her otherwise. Sisters- he thought. Her bright blue eyes and her cheery nature. It was so strange to see even today. It was like she could truly be oblivious to the world around her. Oh well- he didn’t need to be thinking about his sister at work. He already got teased that he was some homebody who loved his family- which no, he didn’t- he only loved Samantha at this point and even that love got ridiculously stressed to the point of wanting to strangle her on a weekly basis. Moving out to sit on one of the barstools- he crossed his legs and looked around the place. It was pretty quiet so far- no one asked him to go in the back to meet the guys or try to start a fight. No one was too drunk either. It was pretty quiet thankfully. To be honest, it was pretty early in the night, nothing too exciting would have happened. He still liked the exciting things but he still liked the vibrant life of the city too. Though there was nothing too vibrant in Sumner City- he could definitely say he liked the city more so than he would a more northern place. He wanted excitement- not to drown in it though. He learned that the hard way. Ethan gave a small sigh as he tilted his head back- his hand weaving through his blond locks to relax himself. The smell of alcohol wasn’t too strong yet since he hadn’t poured many drinks or gotten too many beers but it still was a lingering smell that tore at his clothes as if he was a drinker just like anything else. It was hard to say that he resented the smell which brought him so much cash, but seeing people lose themselves in alcohol was not exactly an experience he enjoyed reliving. Losing yourself in any drug was just a bad idea in general. Letting himself spin around for a second- he gave a small yawn as he threw his arms behind his head. Stretching them above himself Ethan let out a small grunt as he rested them behind himself. Letting his eyes drift to the door- he wondered if anyone was going to be coming in anytime soon.
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Post by Deonte DeSoto on Oct 7, 2014 22:06:23 GMT
Clawing their way through locks slate hair, fingers absently twisted against the grain of natural perm as their owner, a young man, stared down at the simple strip of paper before him. On first glance, the sheet seemed devoid of color or meaning, but few things were so simple in Deonte’s world. A soft ‘hm’ would escape from pursed lips before a hand reached sideways. Resting on a desk lamp, fingers circled over the dial before flipping backwards once causing the room to go dark and then twice causing the familiar sheen of effervescent UV light to glaze over the once white paper.
A small smirk grazed bemused lips, and a small ‘heh’ knocked against the air as their owner leaned forwards briefly and then back again. “Man, encrypted numbers ‘n shit on an ‘lready invisible page? The hell are you hidin’, man?” was the question that hit the air. For a moment, silence held still, but a second later, another laugh racked the air. “Couldah just sent me a love letter ‘r somethin’, sheesh,” were the finishing words before a more dismal sigh escaped thereafter. “Jeeze what are yall thinkin’ wanting in person meetin’, ya could just write me whatcha want,” was questioned to no one before a golden eye raised itself and reflected the dark window cross the room as if hoping to find the answer. The stare was held for but a moment before the sounds of a chair being pushed back along wood resonated followed by the sounds of feet standing and walking.
A coat was snatched off a hanger and thrown over shoulders. Keys were fished for before a door was slammed shut. Tracing his way down the street, Deonte DeSoto shoved his hands into his pockets as he waited for himself to get there. It wasn’t far, in fact, and soon enough, he’d made his way up to a somewhat familiar place and effortlessly pushed open the door. The briefest of sweeping gazes would alert the young man to the fact his person of interest had not appeared just yet, and rather than stand around uncertainly, he instead started over to the bar, a small grin on his features. His benefactor could pick up the tab on this one, or so he’d already decided.
One glance would not show the bartender behind the counter, yet that single golden eye easily caught said man on the barstool. There was certainly something to be said for clothes defining a person, and in this case work clothes assured him that was whom the man before him was even if he didn’t personally recognize him from his own comings and goings. Drawing over to the bar and flopping sideways into one of the stools effortlessly, Deonte elbowed the table and rested his cheek on an upturned fist. “Yo ‘tender, wanna get me something?” he asked with a large budding grin.
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Post by Ethan Winters on Oct 12, 2014 23:18:17 GMT
Ethan laid his head back a little staring at the rather unattractive ceiling. Despite the bar being in great shape, he just really didn’t like the ceiling. It wasn’t even logical, he just really hated the ceiling. As he sat there and pondered on ‘why’ he realized, no, there wasn’t really a reason. He was just complaining about a ceiling for no important reason besides personal taste. It wasn’t a bad ceiling or a dingy one, he just didn’t like it. It was way too slow tonight- the blond grumbled internally. He was pondering about the ceiling. Was he really that bored? Reaching up again to run his fingers through blond locks- his forced himself to sit up a bit more gracefully. Spinning himself once- he looked at the people in the bar. Several were normal ‘clients’ though he noticed one of the cons he was rather friendly with. He was looking at his phone- which he hoped that there wasn’t going to be any meeting up. The problem with the said con is he had a temper like the Hulk. He’s sweet, nice, and tick him off he had the strength to completely rip up the stupid table and throw it at someone. Hopefully that wouldn’t be an issue- since he really didn’t want to deflect flying tables. Absently he pulled on the stray lock that stuck up from his scalp annoyingly. He wasn’t even sure why- it was just always stuck that way. His icy blues moved over to the door as someone entered. His first thought was something along the lines of ‘that is one weird fashion statement’. That eye patch looked…particularly weird. Criminal- no doubt. He looked like a shady character in the first place. Ethan kept his eyes on the stranger- only to close his eyes and grin as the man finally sat down and spoke. Whatever- this would be fun. “Sure but I ain’t a mind reader. What’s your poison?” With that he slid off the seat and returned to the bar. “We got a selection from your dreams.” It was a bit easier to talk to this guy since he wouldn’t exactly go out of his way to be a weird creeper like some other people. Probably for the guys in the back- but he would have to ask for the ‘contractors’ or whatever to pass on the message. …His sister was a judge’s secretary. He was a criminal secretary. His family was special.
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Post by Deonte DeSoto on Oct 19, 2014 15:39:16 GMT
The grin of the bartender earned a ginger smirk of the customer, and a small chuckle resounded at the assurance that the tender wasn’t a mind reader. “Awe man! Dat ain’t yer powah?” he asked a bit over dramatically before breaking into an easy laugh. To say Deonte would have been on edge if the blond was a mind reader would have been an understatement, but considering the admittance was in the negative, it became humor to him instead. Now that would be a good power for a bartender or server wouldn’t it? The power to know what their customers wanted before even asking! Then again, who would want to be a server if he had mind reading powers? Hell, there was so much someone could do with that! So many manipulations to be had!
Hmmm what did he want? Now that he thought about it, Deon didn’t know. Everything sounded good, and considering he’d already decided someone else was footing the bill, that took all the blinders off. “Hmmm, gimme somet’n’ nawt too hard ‘n nawt too light; no fruity drinks ya here?” he grinned before reaching up a free hand as if to gesture the tolerance he wanted. Truthfully, he would probably have ordered something hard right off the bat, but considering he didn’t want to be a complete fool in front of his potential customer later, Deonte would start with something light enough.
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Post by Ethan Winters on Nov 20, 2014 6:24:33 GMT
Ethan chuckled a little. “Nah that would be pretty awesome though.” Such a cheery guy- it made him feel a bit pepped up just talking to him. The eye patch was a bit strange to say the least- but since people came in here with limbs missing it only got a brief glance before being ignored. He guessed the guy was missing his eye or something- and wanted a cool eye patch. It really wasn’t good looking in Ethan’s opinion, but who was he to judge eye…patch…fashion. That whole thing sound ridiculous to be honest. Huh. He was pretty sure the guy was just a fun person though in general. Though how fun, was yet to be seen. “Mkay- rum and coke coming up.” It was just a rather random guess in Ethan’s eyes- but was pretty much fine in getting that ready. It was pretty easy- but the rum might be a bit strong for some. However it was more requested than whiskey and coke- which was kind of amusing at length. Either way he turned to go make the drink- his hands on auto pilot. It was staring at the ice and the drink- making sure everything was as good as it could be. He was glad he could make something interesting each day though- even if they were all rum and coke. Made him feel like a chemist really. With that he passed it to the man with a grin. “So what are you in here for?” Girl? New job? He seemed happy- so it was probably a good thing. He didn’t try to guess- since it was always awkward if he went too out in left field. Oh well- Ethan was just trying to make passing conversation- not so much trying to bond with anyone. Made it pretty easy to just be ‘friendly’ instead of ‘friends’. Much too easy- but who knows. No one could actually throw him too much of a curveball.
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Post by Deonte DeSoto on Nov 24, 2014 23:55:32 GMT
A small snicker reverberated from Deonte as the bartender commented on the power. It would be pretty cool to have some sort of mind reading capabilities, but at the end of the day, Deon could care less what others thought of him or anything else in the damn toybox of a world they were now living in. All that mattered was him and what he thought— though it kind of helped in getting jobs and such when he wanted them, he guessed…. And yeah it kept the police away somewhat too. As long as they thought he was just missing an eye and was otherwise good, all was good, heh. Yeah.. ‘so long as he didn’t have to worry, yeah there we go! As long as he didn’t have to worry what certain people thought, all was good.
As the bartender decided what he wanted for him, Deonte grinned. “Perf,” he commented briefly watching as the drink was prepared with mild interest. While he would never want to be a bartender himself, or anything in the food service industry, really, he liked watching them to some extent. As the question was asked, Deonte perked up a bit but was rather careful with his words all things considered. “New job, ya could say,” he grinned a bit glancing sideways towards the door as if expecting that job to come walking in any minute. When it didn’t, he resisted the urge to grumble and glanced forwards again. “Ya know ‘nybody by the name of Gale?” he asked after a brief moment.
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Post by Ethan Winters on Nov 29, 2014 2:46:34 GMT
Ethan really didn’t think having mind reading powers would be that beneficial. People could really kind of cold read you and be more accurate in the first place. He would want to learn cold reading and something else. After all his was just a gun. He could at least shoot it correctly- so it was good for self-defense. Which reminded him his familiar had been out of his hair all day thankfully. While the golden retriever was a nice dog- he preferred it stayed out of his place of work so that did both of them the favor. Hearing the man’s affirmative on the drink- he was pleased to have guessed something. The drink went towards the customer and Ethan only gave a small snort. “You mean the idiot who can’t do anything himself and hires everyone out of this place because it’s the new recession proof plan?” Ethan stated blandly- reaching up to press his glasses back a little further on his nose. “Yeah. I know ‘im.” So that’s what he was in for. Criminals talking to criminals. He prayed there wouldn’t be shop talk- because he wasn’t interested. Reaching under the table he pulled out the tablet that was his note to the back. He almost scowled- but kept his rather neutral face seeing that Gale has marked himself out for a ‘smoke break’ and with the notes ‘stall you good for nothing blond’. With a click of his tongue he pushed the tablet back after pressing a notification button and leaned his hip against the bar as he gave a small shrug. “He’s out killing his lungs. Should be back in a bit.” Ethan finally drudged up words- the acid in his tone almost slithering through the words like a snake waiting to strike. Gale was his most hated when it came to the guys in the back. Gale treated him like a skimpy secretary- instead of just a guy who did a job. Hands have come too close to his rear end and he felt almost rage filling his being every time the idiot opened his mouth. Either way- he had a job to do- so swallow down his hate. "Unless you want to travel in the freezing cold without the alcohol." He tried to joke with a even smile.
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Post by Deonte DeSoto on Dec 16, 2014 2:47:01 GMT
The description of his benefactor nearly caused Deonte to snort his drink. A mild burn reverberated in his nose arguing he had actually done so. With the corner of his lip twitching upwards, the silver haired man gave a small nod. “Yeah that guy,” he replied briefly watching those glasses be pushed up the bridge of his nose. The assurance that the bartender before him knew him earned a wider grin thereafter. Hell yeah, maybe he could actually get this wrapped up nicely then. His features relaxed a little as he watched the blond glance down. While he couldn’t read his features, Deon had enough sense to know there was some conversation going on and that it was better to wait in this case- even if he didn’t really want to.
As the blond looked up again and explained Gale was out, Deonte resisted the urge to frown. His features twitched, and a sigh escaped from him. However, overall, Deon seemed pretty unfazed as he took yet another sip of his drink- and pretty oblivious to his bartender’s disdain for the man they were conversing about. Truthfully, while he may have caught the whiffs of disdain, he didn’t quite care enough to address it. People could hate who they wanted to hate, and that was just fine with him so long as his pockets were full by the end of the night.
“Ah kay,” he replied back simply. He had time, he reminded himself. The joke that came thereafter earned a wide grin. “Heh, ah c’n wait,” he assured easily enough. “ ‘s long as the drinks are still ‘round ‘f course,” was the supposedly slyer comment that came thereafter. “Ah yeah, names Dante by t’a way,” he grinned deciding to side with his less common nickname for the hell of it. Considering his full name was a splice between the two names, he felt he had the right to use whatever he damn well pleased, and that day was just what he pleased.
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Post by Ethan Winters on Jan 15, 2015 23:08:13 GMT
If it wasn’t obvious that Ethan hated this man- he preferred to make it the most obvious to everyone coming in here. Ethan was someone who loathed to deal with Gale. Hilariously enough, Ethan had dealt with Gale in his drug-days. Gale was still just as annoying as he was back then. A job was a job though. “Wonderful.” He muttered to the assurance of the drinking stranger. Hopefully Gale wouldn’t make a move on him- though ‘tall and blond’ no matter what gender seemed to be Gale’s type. "Let's hope you're not his type and he won't try to grab what doesn't belong to him." Ethan said under his breath. “I’ll bleed him dry. Have everything you want.” Ethan snorted at the customer- Dante as he named himself. Briefly he remembered that Samantha talked about a book with some Dante Inferno thing. He highly doubted it was a thing of relation though- so he gave a shrug. “Ethan.” The blond returned his name. “If you want some food- just let me know. I would love to get him riled up over it.” A small grin appeared on his blue eyed face before disappearing. “How’s the weather outside? They chain me to the bar thinking it’ll make me work a bit better.” Ethan gave a small chuckle- wondering if he could pass with some type of basic conversation.
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Post by Deonte DeSoto on Feb 28, 2015 18:29:02 GMT
Deon hadn’t caught the breathed comment, but if he had, the man might have grimaced ever slightly. Hands on him usually meant more construed things than a show of affection, and thus in general he pretty much avoided it altogether when given the chance. Of course, however, Deonte didn’t catch what was said and wasn’t about to ask. It wasn’t his place and wasn’t his problem. No, instead, he would brighten when the blond behind the counter assured him he could have whatever he wanted. The tab wasn’t his. That was just damn perfect. “Schweeet,” he chuckled under his breath. Already he liked this bartender; he knew what was up! Was he grinning a bit more than before? Was that even possible? It seemed so heh.
As the bartender gave his name in return for his own, the customer quickly scanned his appearance again trying to equate the name with the face. While he was better at recognizing names and found faces a bit harder to remember- perhaps because his sight had become distorted in the last six months or so- he wasn’t going to let that hold him back if he could help. Hell naw! When the conversation continued, he half laughed taking a swig of his drink. “Maybe somethin’ small fer now,” he replied briefly trying to remember what the place had off the top of his head. “Chips er nachos er somethin’?” he asked a little unsurely. A small grin flashed across his features after the fact. He’d let the bartender chose his drink, why not have him suggest food while he was at it? Heh.
The question about the weather followed by the explanation earned a small snort. “ ‘Snawt great outside but it’s coolin’ way down,” he replied. “Think we maybe in fer some rain.” Halfheartedly, Deon hoped that wasn’t the case. He didn’t need to walk back in rain, but it didn’t really bother him too much at the end of the day.
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