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Post by Desmond Walsh on Nov 4, 2014 1:23:42 GMT
 | we were born sick, you heard them say it. Chilly air swirled around the bluette as he made his way down the street, a strap falling tightly over his chest, his arm resting against the laptop that was kept securely in the messenger bag at his side. A slightly chapped bottom lip was pulled into his mouth and chewed on as his eyes scanned the rows of shops and restaurants. He had a particular pub in mind, one that he frequented often – even if he couldn’t necessarily drink there. He wasn’t sure why Americans had decided he couldn’t drink legally for two more years, but he liked the atmosphere of the place at the very least. Finally, he reached the pub in question, his arm reaching out easily and pulling on the door to let himself in. The warmth found inside almost instantly flooded him, causing his fingertips to tingle slightly. It had been at least a week since he’d left his house, and he was rather hungry since he was running low on groceries – as usual. At the very least, he’d managed to make some money recently, and food prepared by someone else was always better than food he made for himself – even if it was bar food. He took a seat on one of the barstools, well away from the other patrons. His laptop was placed securely in the seat between himself and the wall. He wasn’t about to lose that thing – it had been his wish, after all. He stuck one of his hands into his jacket pocket, lightly stroking the head of the mechanical mouse that was found there. -- Ethan Wintersdrain the whole sea, get something shiny. |
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Post by Ethan Winters on Nov 8, 2014 4:49:46 GMT
Ethan wasn’t sure what today was going to actually bring. After Samantha had decided to almost give herself a concussion this morning his nerves were already frazzled. How a sister of his could be the clumsiest person in the world- he had no idea. He used to joke that his mother dropped her on her head but…she was just…so strange he thought it was genetic. Ethan was sane and put together though…so…it couldn’t really be on the male side. His mother was just as bubbly and ridiculous- so he guessed it was a female thing. He went to work- and briefly kicked some fool who tried to hold him up so hard in the face that he broke his nose with a bright smile- and then suddenly everything was better. Feeling bones crush under his heel made his spine tingle. When he walked up into the bar with a bright grin on his face- most people teased him about ‘getting some’ or ‘a good lady’- oh no, the man just loved to crush people’s bones when they thought of themselves as greater than him. He would put them where they belonged- under his shoes of course! The blond twirled behind the bar as he quickly pulled himself out and away- planning on looking around to make sure everyone’s drinks were okay. Some people had ordered some onion rings and some basic bar food- but it hadn’t been too bad. He’s pretty sure someone was going to ask for a burger or something soon. Oh well- he thought to himself as he passed through the place- he finally caught sight of bright blue hair and he blinked a few times curiously. Kid looked way too young to buy a drink- but hey- he wasn’t going to throw the kid out unless he asked for alcohol. With a shrug he moved a bit closer- wondering what the kid was actually doing. Slipping back behind the bar- he meandered his blond head closer before leaning up against the bar- separating the kid and him. “So kid- whatcha in for?” It was a friendly grin- but he was genuinely curious. Did the kid just want some food- or was he really going to try to scam him for a drink? “Ethan, I’m the bartender and the guy who goes and forces the people behind the alcohol-wall to make food.” With a wink- he hoped the kid was at least going to talk and have a conversation with him in between his broody self and computer.
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Post by Desmond Walsh on Nov 8, 2014 5:27:58 GMT
| we were born sick, you heard them say it. His eyes scanned a menu lightly as he waited for someone to pop over and take his order. He had enough money on him to get enough to fill him up for the rest of the day, which was definitely out of the norm for him, but obviously very nice. He easily decided on what he wanted right before that smiling blonde face presented itself to him. He smiled back easily, tipping his head back slightly to get a better look at the man. Usually bartenders weren’t in quite as chipper of a mood, but whatever. If the man wanted to be happy, who the hell was he to comment on it? He would just enjoy it and take it for what it was, it was much better than having a pissy bartender after all. “Well, I’d like a beer, but unfortunately in your country that isn’t possible.” His thickly accented voice answered the question that had been presented to him. Though despite the words, there wasn't any real annoyance behind them. No, if anything, the statement was presented as more of a joke.
“Pleasure ta meet ya, Ethan. You can call me Desmond.” He responded, grinning a bit at that wink. This guy was definitely all right. Perhaps Desmond should have been a little intimidated by him for the sheer fact of their size difference, but the bluette was definitely too full of himself to be intimidated by anyone who wasn’t in the process of hurting him. “In that case, could ya tell them to fry me up a burger with onions, mushrooms, and cheese, and some fries, onion rings, and buffalo wings?” He was well aware that it was a huge order for one person, especially a person as small as himself, but he could easily eat all of that and more. He was quite a bit like a dog that gorged itself because it didn’t know when its next meal would be. Thankfully, he had enough money to last him a couple weeks on food at least, but it had been quite a while since he’d been so financially secure, and even longer since he’d had food prepared by someone else.
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Post by Ethan Winters on Nov 14, 2014 9:41:48 GMT
Ethan was aware the kid was pretty out of place- but heck, since the toybox happened they were the only well stocked bar. Ethan was used to getting all the riff-raff and they had to hire extra hands to help out with the place. One of them was also blond, but seriously had anger issues. It was like the bartenders always had anger issues- who knew! Clear blue eyes looked at the blue haired man almost curiously as he spoke- guessing that the accent was clear enough why. Ah yes, foreigner. Some of them quite hated the drinking laws- probably got smashed in their own country. Eh, he sympathized. “Yeah – really buggery in that fact- but what can ya do.” His accent was much more subdued, and more natural considering he was from the South- or well from Georgia- but it wasn’t nearly as bad as someone would quote for his sister. He didn’t feel the kid was annoyed- just simply answering the question good naturedly though. Pretty sweet and simple- which made Ethan slightly more eased with the fact of conversing with him. No one wanted the emo guy in the corner going all overkill about his love of his life for the fourth time this month. Not that the fact that she continuously dumped him wouldn’t have been a clue or the fact that she was obviously just using him- no, no- oh the kid was talking again. Thankfully he had the appearance of actually being focused. “Desmond- nice name. Think I know an actor with that name.” The blond added aimlessly- just being friendly for the sake of it. He really didn’t want to hear about Bubba’s issue with his boss again who was leering down at everyone who even sat near the other side of the bar. A small whistle later- Ethan grinned at Desmond’s choice however. “Oh that’s a biggie.” Ethan said. “It’ll take a bit for ‘em- we’re slow tonight, but yeah. Be right back.” Pulling back from the bar- he entered the back where he got a rather annoyed look from the rather annoyed cook as he quoted off the order spectacularly. If it was one thing he was good at- it was remembering orders. He was a criminal secretary after all. With a scoff and hands shooing him out of the kitchen- he made one more brief joke about the Spanish language as he pushed himself out from the door- the sound of a pan hitting the wall echoing as the door shut. Ethan’s grin was a bit too sadistic for its own good- but he trotted back over to Desmond. “Should be comin’ up in a bit. Do you mind if I keep you company? Bubba down there almost throttled me when I made a joke earlier. Some people.” He made a few exaggerated hand movements, but otherwise seemed chipper about mentioning violence.
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Post by Desmond Walsh on Nov 18, 2014 3:21:55 GMT
A bit of a shrug and a smirk were given in response as Ethan sympathized with him. “Yeah, but what can ya do?” He questioned, raising his eyebrows a bit, though he didn’t exactly expect the blonde to answer his question or anything. He knew exactly what he could do. If he was just desperate to get drunk, there were bars in town that would serve under aged people. But he wasn’t a full-blown alcoholic yet, so he usually only frequented those places when he was meeting with a partner or the like. There were a lot of unsavory characters who frequented them as well, and despite being a “criminal” technically, the thin blue-haired man was hard pressed to defend himself adequately if a fight broke out.
He grinned as his name was complimented. “Why thank ya~ I’m not sure why me mum picked it, but it tends to suit me.” He responded, kicking his feet on the barstool a bit. He had come to accept the fact that he was short. His mom used to tell him that it was because he had spent his entire childhood on the computer and therefore stunted his growth. He chose to believe that he got the “short genes” as he called them from her, since she was barely five feet tall. He’d gotten most of his looks from her as well. As much as the woman had annoyed him growing up, he found himself missing her now.
A more devious grin was given as Ethan commented on his order size and told him it might take the chef a bit of time to get it out. “I’ve got all the time in the world, mate~” He assured the blonde, leaning back in his barstool and getting more comfortable. Desmond was never one to be in a rush about anything, which was probably why he was running late all the time. It served him well in situations like this, though. As Ethan disappeared to place his order and the sound of something crashing in the kitchen hit his ears, he found himself snickering. “Not at all, I could use the company~” He told the other man with a good-natured chuckle. “Didn’t happen to be a joke about his mum did it?” He went on to ask, that smirk never leaving his lips.
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Post by Ethan Winters on Nov 22, 2014 8:59:12 GMT
He didn’t comment on the young man’s statement as he just gave a small shrug. It wasn’t his place to comment about the laws. After all he was a criminal- but his own personal views were just as misguided in the long run. He only cared about himself- so if he could sell alcohol he would. He didn’t really understand the science though- so he didn’t really know about it hurting anyone. If kids were that stupid to drink it then, it was their fault in the long run as long as he was concerned. Oh well- he wasn’t in the mood to dwell on such topics. He didn’t care in the long run. Ethan only reflected the grin given to him as he gave a one shouldered shrug. He was only reminded of the actor since his mother used to say he was handsome and sweet. He never understood the point of fawning over someone like that- but he wasn’t going to go into that. Both topics were rather aggravating to him personally- so he was perfectly fine just doing his job to avoid them. The kid seemed nice enough after all- Ethan thought. At the lax response to the wait time, he only gave a small chuckle. “I wish it was ‘bout his mom. Nah, he’s upset ‘cause he got dinged at work.” He kept his voice down so big ol’ bubba didn’t hear anything about himself. “Guy’s got a temper a mile wide- I can handle myself- but others can’t ya know? So I’ve had to throw him out by his straps god knows how many times.” The blond waved his hand in an offhand manner. “Some people got those hair triggers. What about you? What brings you in here to eat like yer in one of those eating contests?” It was a good natured grin- a bit amused at the blue haired young man.
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Post by Desmond Walsh on Dec 1, 2014 2:14:30 GMT
That grin remained present on his face as the other man lowered his voice to explain what had happened to the cook. Desmond leaned in to hear him better, fully pleased with receiving some gossip – even if it was about people he didn’t know anything about. The bluette loved gossip probably way too much. It made it easier to mess with people. Though from the sounds of it, he didn’t want to mess with this cook. Tempers were dangerous for someone as small as he was, after all. He had come to accept that, though sometimes his pride still demanded that he pick a fight with people when he knew he had no chance. Either way, he was missing the point here. The cook wasn’t the only person he needed to watch out for. Ethan seemed like a cool guy, but if he could take someone that other people couldn’t, that meant he was tough as well – someone better to stay on the good side of.
He nodded. “Yeah, definitely. Doesn’t sound like someone I wanna mess with.” He laughed lightly thereafter, leaning back now that the gossip seemed to be at an end. He regarded the man for a moment as he decided how to answer the question. “Well, I just got paid yesterday, and it’s been a while since I’ve had some of you American’s delicious hamburgers and stuff. And trust me when I say if you’d been eating my cooking for the past couple weeks, you’d be eager to eat something else too.” He grinned and laughed a bit thereafter. He had artfully left out just what he’d done to earn that money, and also the fact that his “cooking” had been ramen and other cheap things to tide him over and that he’d been going on a lot less food than was really recommended.
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Post by Ethan Winters on Jan 16, 2015 3:17:14 GMT
The gossip was pretty normal- though Ethan didn’t think of himself as a gossip. In fact he tried to avoid gossip as much as possible. Talk like that got in all the wrong places much too quickly. Though over that guy at the end of the bar? He didn’t really find him all that threatening. At the most the guy tried to give him a nice black eye. Otherwise he was usually too drunk to actually swing his weight around correctly and Ethan had a fun time letting the guy dive onto tables and body smash them. He only had to call the ambulance once- and he was pleased when he could watch some guy scrabbling around like an idiot. “Nah, I just let him body slam into tables. Fast people could run circles around ‘im.” He gave a small shrug and turned a little. Just enough to make sure the guy didn’t hear them- which he didn’t. “Ah, you a disaster in the kitchen?” There was a small eyebrow raise before just chuckling. “Yeah- we got good food here. The cook’s pretty great- and the grease for your arteries is just a bonus.” The blue haired young man sounded really just like a college kid. He didn’t look like a criminal or anything- but in this toybox, he learned to never go that far to ask. “I won’t insult a customer, but I will take your word on it.” The blue eyed man gave a small wink in return, glad it was slow enough to meander. “I think yer probably one of the youngest people I’ve served in here. Besides the woman who brought the baby in. The mess those two made, I swear. You have anything like that before- back home?”
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Post by Desmond Walsh on Jan 22, 2015 1:08:20 GMT
He snorted a bit as the blonde explained just how he managed to deal with the cook. Well, that was definitely a strategy. Desmond was rather good at getting out of the way when it came to fights. He was small and quick, and he could fit up and onto to places that other grown people had no chance of – especially grown men. His short stature often irked him, but he did his best to keep the good of it in mind too. “More like run right out that door there.” He stated with a smirk, pointing his thumb in the direction of the door in question. The bluette never took any chances with his own life. It was fun to mess with other people’s, but his sense of self-preservation was strong. If he felt his life was in danger, he had no problem running away.
He chuckled and nodded as the next question was posed, though he’d listen to all of the following statements before he replied. “Oh, aye, me mum tried to teach me but I wasn’t much for listenin’.” He smirked and cocked on of his eyebrows. He liked Ethan. He was liking him more and more as the conversation flowed. It would be better with a beer, he was sure, but this would do for now. He wouldn’t want to get the blonde fired or anything.
He narrowed his eyes slightly as the comment about his age was given, but there was a certain playfulness to the gesture that made it obvious that he wasn’t really angry or upset. “Aww, c’mon, I’m not that young!” He protested, though he mulled the story over in his head, thinking back. “Not sure if I ever saw a baby, but some people liked to try and bring their kids – guess they couldn’t get sitters or something. Ruined the atmosphere.” He told the taller man, shrugging slightly thereafter and offering another grin.
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Post by Ethan Winters on Feb 22, 2015 5:20:29 GMT
Ethan only chuckled at the blue haired kid’s statement. Droll the kid was, but he had a good sense of humor. Ethan could appreciate that. Considering he had to deal with some pretty unsavory people- a kid would a good crack in his voice was never too far away from ‘I’m perfectly fine with this’ on Ethan’s list. “Yeah, that’s a solution if ya don’t wanna give him a good crack to the jaw. Sobers him up pretty quickly.” Ethan gave a fake jab to the air away from Desmond. Another laugh left the blond’s lips as Desmond returned the jab. Now he’ll admit he’s not a fan of conversation- but this was one he could at least enjoy temporarily. “Sounds like me.” The blue eyed man winked. “Now I just make these drinks and watch people get tipsy. It’s a good skill. When you’re legal, I’ll be happy to make you one that would brag about back home, ey?” The bartender shifted his stance, to make sure he got some feeling into his left leg as he laughed at the young man’s protest. “Sorry, say, at least you can tell the ladies you’re the fountain of youth. Eh? The baby here just slept. Pretty sure she gave it whiskey. Can’t say many people bring toddlers along and stuff. That would ruin the atmosphere. More so than a bar fight….say, would it be totally irresponsible of me to say we have toddler death matches? Now that would be livening up the atmosphere.” Because Ethan hated kids really. Samantha might have cooed over ‘em but it was laughable he was ever going to get married.
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Post by Desmond Walsh on Mar 10, 2015 7:23:03 GMT
A huffy breath of a laugh escaped him as the comment about punching the cook was given. The laugh transformed into something more akin to actual noise as Ethan jabbed at the air away from him. Well, it was really lucky that had been aimed away from him or he might have fallen backwards off of the barstool. While Desmond himself had never actually been involved in many fights or dangerous situations, he tended to be jumpy at best. “Hey now, hey now,” he stated, holding his hands up so the other man could see them. “Ya think I could crack anybody good with these?” He questioned, another good-natured laugh falling from his lips. Yes, play it up, play it up. Desmond wasn’t quite as weak as he made himself out to be, and he had a good amount of force behind his punches when he was angry, but no one needed to know that until they were getting punched by him.
Hands and elbows were placed back upon the bar as the bluette leaned forward. A very wide grin worked its way onto his features at the offer. “On tha house, I would hope~” He teased. If there was anything the young man didn’t mind spend his last dollar on, it was alcohol. Actually, it was becoming a bit of a problem, but that was another thing that no one would know until it was too late. No one knew him well enough to realize, after all. “I’m nineteen, ‘m not a babyyyy.” He complained, smirking. Either way, the thought of having toddlers fight had him laughing enough to hold his stomach. “I’d say it’d be closer to genius.” He told the blonde as he caught his breath. “Give em little knives, and we’ll see if they can actually stab each other before they fall over on them.” Well that might have been a little much and the grin that appeared on his features thereafter was perhaps a little dark, but Ethan had said death matches.
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