[o] Fire Water

[DONNAHUE, CHRISTOPHER]

Staring down to his drink he lifted it and sipped it slowly enjoying the sweet taste that flooding his senses. It had very little alcohol to it but he didn't care he drank it for the taste not the alcohol. Most guys would be caught dead drinking such a fruity drink, but he once again did not care. Why drink some strong alcoholic drink if you found it disgusting? Instead he sipped his sweet concoction in silent content. People meandered around him, chatting, flirting, some even kissing, but there he was sitting alone at the bar. A girl walked up and smiled at him as she waited for her order of drinks. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye but said nothing, and certainly did not smile in return.

"Hey, what is such a cute face doing by itself?" It had to be the girl, he rolled his gaze over and found that yes, yes it was. Wasn't it a guys job to do the approaching/flirting thing? He cursed this modern age of forward women. She prodded his arm scooting up rather close to him. "Hello? Do you not hear me? Or are you mute?" Wow, she was almost as rude as he was.

"Yes, I can hear you, and no I'm not mute. I was simply choosing to ignore you in hopes that you'd leave." Let's see how well she handles the rudeness reversed. She gave him a dirty look at first then flashed a flirtatious smile. He groaned audibly, Here it comes another stupid line. He lifted his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose eyes closing for a moment before turning a cold stare at the woman. Couldn't a person just come to a bar and not get attacked by horny women? Her eyes widened at his groan and actions but decided to speak anyway, lovely.

"Well, well, aren't we mister grouchy pants. You didn't answer me how come you're alone? Were you waiting for a real hottie like me to come talk to you?" She scooted even closer to him eyes full of heat, body rubbing up against him, and he wanted to bang his head against the bar top. If she'd approached him in a different way maybe he'd have been nicer, but this girl was just oozing dumb, rich chick seeking a good lay. If she persisted after this little comment he might actually give it go, if not then he'd be relieved from her annoyance.

"Yes, very grouchy. I'm alone because I'm just dyin' to see how many ditzes in heat I can attract in hopes they'd rub up on me like I'm some magic lamp. If you're looking to get into somebodies' pants you're gonna have to try somebody who has had a few more drinks in them." She promptly smacked him and stormed off drinks in hand. That had definitely been worth it. He returned to his drink getting a smile and a head shake from the bar tender. No straight guy would have done what he'd just done, a hot girl had just attempted to get with him. Most likely with no strings attached as well, and he'd smacked her away like a bothersome gnat. If she'd approached him like a human being and not some sex crazied idiot he'd have been nicer, well maybe.

Once again alone he ordered another drink wondering how many other girls were going to approach him. Heck, maybe a guy would approach him. He doubted it seeing as it wasn't a gay bar, but it was still a bar. The drink set before him was a bit stronger than the last one and he gave the bar tender a look. He'd come here enough that the bar tender knew he didn't like things strong. "Maybe if I make them stronger you won't be such a hard a**. You have a face that screams: needs to get-" Chris's eyes cut off the rest of that sentence, and the man smiled throwing up his hands in surrender before walking off. He glared at his drink but drank the liquid anyway for he knew to never tick off the bar tender.

Sitting there quietly he thought back to the last time he'd actually let someone hit on him. Then further to when he let that person influence him enough to take him home or him take them home. In a bit of shock he realized it'd been much longer than he'd first thought. Course all the times before they'd been women. Not once since he'd moved to Japan had he let a guy 'woo' him. Saying that it wasn't like many guys had tried either, which he was partially glad for. He took another sip eyes wandering around the room. Maybe he should actually let a woman win tonight, or well they might not think of it as winning. But they didn't know him. Stupid bar tender making him think. He didn't need anything. Right, that's why he went to a bar every night.

Status: open; eight hundred and twenty-six words
Music: Broken- Seether & Amy Lee
Tag: anyone
Comments: I promise he'll be nicer to the next person who comes up to him.

[CHOUKO AOI]

There was a chill in the air, colder than that of day, as day had turned to night. The sky hid the usual blue with a black shroud with poked holes in it that shone bright, shining stars. To light the night, the sun was replaced with a moon that could be observed as a full moon that day. Winter made the night even colder as those who were wandering around at night were bundled up in anything they could wear--scarves, hats, coats, gloves, everything. It may have been necessary to wear layers even. Very few people went out at night but there were still those who went out to bars and clubs, as if it was calling to them…

One such person was a male student who was busily carrying his notebooks and bag hurriedly. It was as if he was the white rabbit from Alice in Wonderland, trying not to be late. He was desperately trying not to drop any papers as he looked at all the signs around him, brightly colored electrical lights blinking and blinding him. He was panting as he was searching for the right sign and then finally ran into one, supposedly his destination. He burst in, not making much of a disturbance seeing as everyone else was being loud or whatnot. With an exasperated but apologetic voice, the bundled up male spoke, “S-sorry, boss! I’m almost late because my last job finished later than usual!”

The ‘boss’ aka the bartender just waved his hand indicating it was fine. It was a usual thing that he had to convince the boy that so long as he was on time, it was okay. “Just go get dressed and ready for your shift, Aoi.” the bartender said curtly. Aoi just smiled and nodded in response as he hurriedly started to remove the extra clothes he wore. He first removed his hat to show his disheveled snow white hair that fell over his eyes, actually making him look a bit young to actually be in a bar. He took off his jacket to reveal he was already wearing his bartender uniform underneath. He put his bags and coat in the back for employees and returned.

The outfit was very similar to a waiter’s outfit. It consisted of a white button up dress shirt that wasn’t overly sized, fitting nicely on his slender frame. He had on a black vest that gave a more classic look on him and stood out against the white of the shirt and the peachy color of his skin. He wore black pants that were also fitted to frame his legs nicely, as well. He also wore sleek black shoes to finish off this ‘waiter look’. His hair was actually pinned back with bobby pins so that his hair was out of his eyes, something his boss used to scold him for before. Now, his eyes which couldn’t have been seen before were shown as a lovely sky blue color.

He was still a relatively new employee, just recently learned how to serve customers, although still below the skill of the boss. This was his first time actually serving actual customers instead of just trials the boss had set him up with. He was a bit nervous since it was his first day but it was a natural feeling. He blinked when he heard the boss’s voice again “Aoi, you’re not supposed to look nervous in front of the customers” The boss lightly scolded him. He couldn’t help but laugh a bit, knowing that his boss was right.

“Yes, boss!” he said a bit more confidently. It was a bit awkward to see him work since he did look a bit young compared to some of the other people who were in the bar. Age wise, he was technically old enough to work in the bar, but he looked a bit young for his age. What’s more, most of the people in the bar were older, drunk, or flirting their *ss off while he looked younger, naïve, and inexperienced. He blinked as a customer sat down and immediately went over to his first client. He was ready for the guy’s order as he smiled readily.

As soon as the order was asked for, he immediately went to deliver. He quickly added a few ingredients into the pint glass and began to shake it up. He then adorned the rim of a glass with some sort of golden and red powder. He then added the shaken up mixture into the glass revealing it was a gold color and set the margarita elegantly in front of the client. He was still an amateur compared to the boss, however, he was rather good for a newcomer. If it was cooking or cooking related, Aoi was sure to be able to pick up on it quickly. He eagerly anticipated the client’s reaction, still inwardly a bit nervous. As the client took a sip, and gave a pleased reaction, Aoi smiled widely. It was a good feeling that his drink was at least worthy of such an expression.

[KANAAN FAKHIR]

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stop callin', stop callin' - i don't wanna talk anymore
i left my head and my heart on the dance floor

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Fakhir was a bad, bad boy. Then again, that was probably the understatement of the century. Not only was he promiscuous and arrogant, but he had this nasty habit of bar hopping when he was clearly underage. Well, maybe it wasn't very clear after all, since he managed to get away so easily with his constant clubbing. Not only that, but he often bought drinks. Nothing too strong, mind you. The bitter flavor of alcohol was actually rather unappealing to the young man and he hated hangovers with a passion. He preferred waking up beside an attractive lover without a pounding headache and the taste of nausea in the back of his throat, thank you very much. Besides, it was less likely he'd get to have hot morning sex if he was busy throwing up and whining about feeling like complete shit. Fakhir actually thought things through, you know. And, at the moment, he was keen on having himself a fun night. His studies had been more stressful than usual lately and he was eager to find a way to ease the tension. What better way than to hit the night life and maybe go home with a good-looking man? Yes, that idea was very appealing to the teenager as he prowled the night scene, haughty smirk always in tow.

In ever languid, subtle movement, the Egyptian entered one of the several bars he was prone to visit when he was hopeful for company or an easy distraction from stress. The outside was cold and uncomfortable and he was pleased to step into the warm establishment. He loosened his grip on the dark jacket he was wearing as his body relaxed into the welcoming warmth, a sigh breathed quietly through his smirking mouth. Despite having a certain reputation at school and in a few bars, he didn't really look desperate for a quick lay. Not in the clothes he was wearing tonight, anyway. Just his tight black pants, which were typical of most of his outfits, and a dark shirt and jacket. His shirt, though, wasn't as long and loose-fitting as was probably expected of most males. When he sat down and stretched with a curve of his spine, a strip of attractive, tan midriff was evident enough to warrant amusement (or interest) from onlookers. But this wasn't at all as revealing as his usual bar-hopping attire. Because of the stress of schoolwork and his sister's constant nagging, Fakhir hadn't really been in the mood to put too much effort into picking out his clothes for the evening. So he'd just thrown on something in between revealing and casual, confident enough that his charisma and natural good looks could get him what he wanted without the need to flaunt it to an exaggerated extent.

Even after a long day, clever Kanaan-san was as calm as he'd ever been. Confidence and pride were evident through each detail of what he did, even when he ordered himself a drink while flashing the bartender his fake ID. Though the card was false, it was well-made and looked legitimate enough to get him into nearly any club or bar he wanted access to. It had cost him a pretty penny to have made for him, but his family now had the money he could use to spare on such invaluable things. He'd ordered something small and light, hopeful only for a gentle buzz that would keep his energy high enough so he could persuade someone to take him home for some intimate interaction. Or they could take him into a back alley somewhere. He wasn't picky. Nor was he very classy, even when he may have acted like it on occasion. But the cold of a long, annoying winter and the tedious tension of his demanding schoolwork had him eager for hot, human contact. It was his drug, after all. He was addicted to sex and sensuality; to closeness and the rough connection established between a pair of writhing, wanting bodies. Not everyone was so addicted, though, so he knew it was never as easy as he would have liked it to be to get what he wanted. But he wasn't desperate. Fakhir was never desperate.

Out of habit, a hand reached up to toy absently with one of his earrings; fiddling with the gold and brushing aside strands of flaxen hair. His kohl-lined eyes lazily wandered the bar, taking in several familiar faces and a few he'd never seen before. He always did appreciate a change of scenery. He took a sip from his drink and licked his lips to savor the odd tingle of subtle anticipation that occasionally ran through his body. After all, this was his element; this was where Fakhir thrived. And, as was often the case in a bar, there seemed to be a few disappointed flirts clinging to the edges; those who weren't getting what they wanted from the victims they tried to tease and tempt. Mostly women, from what he could see. Fair enough, he supposed. This wasn't a gay bar and most of the men he saw weren't being very subtle with their own come-ons as they did what they could to woo the simpering females into their favor. Ugh. Fakhir wasn't a fan of having to bear witness to such open heterosexuality. But as he scanned the bar again, his lavender eyes paused upon a scene not too far away. And it was amusing, to say the least.

Apparently, a woman was trying to seduce a man who didn't seem very interested at all in her advances. Rightly so, Fakhir thought to himself. To be honest, she was being far too obvious. And, well, she was a woman. That alone was unappealing to the haughty Egyptian. He couldn't help but allow his small smirk to broaden as he discreetly listened in on the dialogue the two exchanged. He watched as the girl smacked him and went on her way, clearly offended with what he'd told her. Women. So, so amusing when they thought they could use their unattractive curves and lush, fluttering lashes to get themselves laid by every man they put on their radar. Fucking gold diggers. Well, Fakhir was a fan of coming up with different ways of turning them down. But, for the most part, he wasn't acknowledged by girls. Probably because his long, blonde hair and slender physique were feminine enough to keep their attention from lingering on him for very long. He was rather androgynous, really, but didn't mind how obvious this was. However, should anyone label him effeminate, there would be a nasty temper flaring in those sultry, black-lined eyes. He wondered, vaguely, if the young man who'd declined the girl's advances had done so because he had other tastes; tastes that were far more similar to Fakhir's preferences. Or maybe he was just a hard ass who got a kick out of pissing off desperate women. He could always be both, he supposed. Whatever the case, the bronze-skinned foreigner was curious enough to approach.

He'd finished his small drink but carried the glass with him as he made his way close to where the stranger was, eyes wandering the area so as not to appear too interested. He wasn't that intrigued. But this nameless man now had a strand of his attention and it couldn't hurt to see what could come of a few exchanged words. And if it did hurt? Well, Fakhir was a masochist. He'd probably enjoy that too. "Looks like you're having fun tonight," he said in an amused voice with a low laugh, leaning his back against the counter as he tilted his head slightly to have a better look at the other male. Hm. Not bad. Maybe he'd be worth chatting with. That was, if this guy showed him less hostility than he'd just showed the young woman from moments before. Fakhir really couldn't be bothered getting into a pointless spat. "She probably wouldn't have been a good lay, anyway. Too needy, too obnoxious." Not that Fakhir knew from experience what women were like in bed, but he had confidence in his guesswork with this one. "Mm. But I guess it's difficult to say. Women aren't my thing." Might as well get it out there before he was questioned on it. Not that he hid his sexuality under various complex layers or anything.

This whole time, the teen had been acting rather calm and casual, eyelids lowered half-way in his natural aura of exotic sensuality, a few of his long fingers brushing aside some strands of gold hair. He glanced to the amusing stranger again, eying him closely for a moment before turning his attention back to the glass he'd brought over here with him. It couldn't hurt to have just a little bit more alcohol, just to soothe whatever stress still lingered in the back of his mind. So he looked over to one of the bartenders, having just noticed that there was a new face mixing the drinks tonight. Not only that, but it was a youthful, handsome face that drew Fakhir's smirk into a sly grin. Well, how nice. It certainly was a treat to have found another young man to share his time with. He raised a few fingers lazily to get the young bartender's attention, unafraid to smile at him when he asked for his order. "Can you mix me up something real quick? Nothing heavy, though. It's probably wise if I still have my judgment intact at this hour of the night." Well, for the most part, anyway. But sex, to Fakhir, was always logical, so this statement didn't apply to that. And as he offered his glass to him to be filled, he couldn't help but offer the pale-haired youth a sly smirk and a quick wink with one of his odd-colored eyes. Eh. Might as well show some interest. Men were just so dense sometimes and Fakhir didn't feel like chatting up a brick wall for the rest of the night.

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notes; well shit. i wrote waaaay too much. seriously, wtf self. D: i actually had the intentions of making this one of my shorter posts. /sigh. oh well. sorry you guys. nevermind my pointless rambling. you definitely don't have to mirror this. less stupid, rambly posts are sure to come. >:
also sorry if i didn't do a good job of interacting with both characters. i'll try and do better next post. /hugsyouboth
word count; 1676
listening to; telephone - lady gaga ft. beyoncé
muse; meh.

[DONNAHUE, CHRISTOPHER]

Thankful that the woman was gone he sat drinking slowly and watching the patrons of the bar. He was deep in his own little world enjoying his drink even if it was a bit strong for his liking. Then a voice pierced that peacefulness and he glanced at the source from the corner of his eye. It was a guy, no wait, he turned to look full on as the male kept talking. It wasn't a guy it was a boy. How in heck did he get in here? Blinking slowly he realized that he should probably be focusing on what words were coming out of that mouth. It was hard to try and catch up seeing as this was not even his second language. He caught the first part and the last part, which usually is all someone needs to figure out what the topic of a conversation is, usually. "Yeah, loads of fun. Just love it with bimbos rub up on me like a cat in heat." He took a long pull from his glass until it was empty before deciding to speak again. "Well, not everybody can find females appealing. If most of them weren't so dammed annoying I might like them more."

Honestly, if everyone weren't so annoying he'd might like people more. But the truth was that they were so he accepted that fact and lived with it. Happy to sink into a lull in the apparent conversation the boy was trying to strike up he noticed the new bar tender. Was it a bar tender or a bus boy? Did everyone here look too young to in here or was it just him? Sure he didn't exactly look his age either, but he made up for it was a cold attitude that made his features look older. Nothing like a bad attitude to bump you up in years. Now if he ever cracked his face and smiled he'd look almost as young as the boy next to him. He rolled his eyes and slid his glass toward the new server. Listen to him rant on how young everyone looked and how old he was. It wasn't like he was some old fart or something. He wasn't even twenty-four let alone old.

"Ditto, something sweet please." He'd just said please, what the h*ll? He didn't specify on the alcohol content because most sweet drinks weren't that strong to begin with. And if the boy next to him had a problem with his tastes in drink he could shove it. Another slow blink and he turned his head slightly to see what the golden boy next to him was doing. Did he just wink? It wasn't at him surely. It was at the cute server boy, not at him. Wait, cute? Maybe he shouldn't have another drink after all. The lack of sleep, plus the hours he worked, plus alcohol was most likely not a good idea in a bar. He glanced again at the golden boy and then the server boy. Yep, definitely a bad idea. Taking a deep breath to clear his head he shoved whatever wild hair he had down. The stupid woman had gotten him confused it all, stupid hormones reacting without his telling them to.

As soon as his drink landed in front of him he took it up in his hand, and downed it. He clicked the glass down on the bar top and blinked and then let off a stream of mental curses. For one he didn't know how strong the boy made drinks, and another he did not need to be drinking that fast. Mostly because he was the biggest lightweight he'd ever met. Not moving he stared at his glass waiting for the alcohol to stop swirling in his head and move to his stomach. It was embarrassing how quickly he got drunk, and so in most cases he drank very little, very slowly. He did not let go of his glass, did not ask for another, and did not look at anyone. His eyes were a bit wider than normal as he forced his mind to not be affected by the alcohol. It wasn't working very well. If he did what he just did again he'd be halfway to drunk, because he'd already had two drinks that night. The third he'd just downed was hitting him hard. Weak, weak, weak...Kid beside you can prolly drink you under the table. He inched his head ever so slightly to look at the boy, then back to his empty glass. Idiot.

Status: fin; seven hundred and sixty-two
Music: Right NA NA NA- Akon
Tag: Aoi's turn I do believe
Comments: Have fun with mr. lightweight.[/size]

[CHOUKO AOI]

He blinked when another newcomer arrived. He was rather exotic looking compared to some of the other customers that he’s seen thus far. The stranger appeared to be a foreigner for sure. He could observe that he had tan skin and beautiful violet eyes that complimented his skin color. His hair was disheveled but in a way that suited him and gave him a kind of edgier look. That kind of appearance was almost Aoi’s ideal type of appearance. Almost in the fact that Aoi preferred more, well, built people than slender. However, Aoi wasn’t really boy-searching. Besides, he was focusing on his job at the moment.

He watched as the exotic stranger waltzed his way over to the area where the other pale haired guy was. From the sound of it, the newcomer was a rather cocky one, to be able to say something about someone he’s never directly talked to and blatantly say whether she was or wasn’t a good lay. Well, it was nice to have confidence was what Aoi thought, although perhaps this was a bit too much confidence that it did feel as if he was a bit of a show off. Again, Aoi could tolerate it and didn’t mind so much. He was especially surprised when the guy had frankly made it out and open that he was a homosexual. This didn’t bother Aoi since Aoi was homosexual himself however, he was just surprised how bluntly he put it out there. Aoi didn’t mind others knowing he was gay but he usually didn’t say it unless asked. He was a bit at the stranger’s bluntness.

He blinked when he was finally addressed by the foreigner and nodded, “Ah hai. I’ll prepare it soon as possible.” He said as he grabbed onto another glass as he placed it in front of him. He then grabbed a few ingredients, tossing precise amounts of each ingredient into the glass. He started filling the glass with a bit of tequila then some orange juice. To add on, he added grenadine which was a reddish color and gave the liquid a sunrise color effect in the glass. To finish off the glass, he added a cherry and orange garnish. He thought the sunrise effect was somewhat exotic and fitted the stranger well. “A tequila sunrise. Enjoy. He blinked a bit at the smirk and then blushed a bit at the wink and looked away. He wasn’t supposed to be flirting and besides, he wasn’t one to do one night stands. Besides, even if he was eighteen, he still had proper judgment since he wasn’t drunk on alcohol like most of the customers that night. He never even tasted alcohol. Well, not yet anyway.

He was also a bit surprised at how rude the other was being on comments on the girl but at the same time, he couldn’t blame him. Oh yeah, what’s a bimbo again? He never really learned a few terms throughout his years in high school. His naivety for his age was actually quite surprising, in fact it was probably something seen in people his age once in a blue moon. He was quite pure for an eighteen year old. He kept out of the conversation on the woman since he didn’t want to really get involved in such a conversation. He was called again by the pale haired guy. A sweet drink.. He wondered about the many sweet drinks he could make for him. In fact, the drink he made for the exotic guy was a sweet drink, as well.

He decided to settle for making a green island cocktail. He took a shaker and added pisang liqueur, banana liqueur, and some cream then proceeded to shake it up. After doing so, he poured it into a glass in front of the pale haired guy. He then added some grenadine along the sides and then put a melon garnish on the side. It looked a bit tropical but it was the first sweet thing he could think of. He hoped that he would settle for it. He placed it in front of the pale haired guy but noticed something was a bit off. He was a bit surprised especially when the pale haired guy just downed it in a gulp. Now, Aoi didn’t know much about drinking liquor but he didn’t think that drinking it all in a breath was all that wise either.

He prepared another glass and poured some water and put it in front of the pale haired guy. “Here, do you need this?” he asked concerned. He didn’t know much about the effects of liquor seeing as he’s never had it before but he’s heard water helped with it. Due to this, Aoi thought maybe he needed some water. He wasn’t sure really what else to do seeing as this was his first time on the job and dealing with someone who was probably on the brink of drunkness. Not to mention, the exotic stranger was also someone who seemed like he had to keep an eye out for.

{tequila sunrise- www.cocktailsonline.tv/tequilasunrise.html}
{Green Island cocktail-http://www.cocktailsonline.tv/greenisland.html}