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Post by Claire Anette Underwood on Mar 29, 2012 20:32:28 GMT -5
Coffee…Cappaccino…Something else that sounded vaguely coffeeish...Claire’s lips turned down into a frown. Didn’t they have anything that didn’t have caffeine in it? It didn’t look like it. She heaved a sigh. She didn’t get out to eat much in Australia, and in Utah, well, it was Utah so finding non-coffee places to get a beverage was a breeze. She scanned the menu one last time, hoping…yes! Hot chocolate. She did a hypothetical arm pump. The prophet was right, God does always provide a way to make the right choice. She smirked and bent over to hide her face a little bit. Cheesy mormon child thoughts, weren’t they wonderful. “ ’Scuse me.” She said leaning over counter a little to get the workers attention. “ Hi, may have a small Hot cocoa, please?” she smiled a little, and they guy gave her a weird look before quickly grabbing her a drink and unceremoniously sliding it over to her. She barely managed to stop it from spilling all over her shirt. “Thanks!” She said brightly, whirling around and walking purposefully toward a table by the window. People had warned her about New York. Warned her about the people who never smiled and ate up over-friendly people like her. So she’d made sure to be chirper with everyone she met so far. It had been, an interesting experience. It would certainly give her a lot fun stories to share back home. She swirled the straw around in her drink, the thoughts of Australia dampening her just a bit. She’d been in New York for a while but she still wasn’t used to it. I was so different from her country home back in the great down under, and worlds different from Utah. And not just people wise either. Clothing wise was another big thing. her faded denim jeans and simple t-shirts would have blended in the background in Australia, but her, they stood out. She was used to feeling kind of singled out, but New York had taken that to a whole new level. She wasn’t complaining though. It was a great experience and she was having fun, it was just… She was lonely. She took another deep breath, still not drinking her hot chocolate and trying not to look down as she stared out the window. outfit: www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=46257723(OOC:Amri could bring Joey or he could show up, whatevs) |
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Mar 29, 2012 23:54:43 GMT -5
Some people said that you shouldn't drink until the sun started to set, and in Amri's opinion, those people were losers with no lives who may as well die in a slimy hole in the middle of nowhere and never procreate. What was the point of living without alcohol? There wasn't one. And since there was no purpose to life other than drinking, it seemed silly for drinking to have a specified time of day, especially when Amri knew there was nothing better than a shot of Scotch first thing in the morning. But that had been a couple of hours ago and now Amri needed more.
He was driving on his motorcycle back to school from the stable, where he'd been checking on Yuliya's horse since his sister wasn't the best at giving orders, when he'd been hit with a sudden headache that he knew could only be solved with a good glass of something alcoholic. So he'd screeched to a halt outside of the first place he'd seen that might have something good, and stormed in, helmet still on his head though the visor was still up. "Give me a bloody Mary with triple the vodka!" he shouted, "or whatever you have with alcohol in it and triple the alcohol!" He was hoping for the second option since he wasn't a big fan of bloody Marys, but he knew they were an accepted morning drink, so they'd be more likely to have it. It was only then that he noticed he'd shoved the people in line away and that a few people were staring at him and the barista was cowering in front of him. "Get a move on!" he shouted again.
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Post by Claire Anette Underwood on Mar 30, 2012 0:24:13 GMT -5
She was torn from her thoughts as someone stormed in and started shouting about Vodka. She looked up and saw a dark skinned guy with dark hair yelling at the Batista. She frowned. was that normal here in New York? A lot people looked apprehensive but only a few looked shocked, which seemed to be answer enough. And apparently so was getting alcohol in the daytime. In Utah they didn't...In Utah they didn't even offer alcoholic beverages in coffee shop type places. They did in Australia though, or at least she thought she did. She wouldn't exactly know, all things considered.
Anyway, back to the guy. She found his behavior to be unacceptable. Not just because he was obnoxious but because he was being rude to the poor worker. Clearly he thought he could get away with stuff, or he just didn't care. This kind of irked her.
"Oy, Mate." she found herself hollering, not even bothering to hide her accent. "Would you mind keeping it down, you're ruining my Zen." She didn't sound angry when she said this, only a little bit annoyed, which was exactly how she felt. She also wasn't exactly sure what she meant by Zen, it had just seemed like a cool word to use. Plus it was fun to say.
She wasn't sure what his reaction would be, but being that it was New York she wouldn't be surprised if he got all, New Yorky on her. She probably be able to handle it though. If he was drunk it might have Been a different story, but he wasn't, yet.
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Mar 30, 2012 1:30:09 GMT -5
He hadn't noticed the girl when he had stormed in, which alerted him to the high probability that she wasn't attractive, and the second he heard that voice he knew he was going to be thoroughly annoyed. Who was this girl to deny him getting what he wanted? Did she think saying that would change his attitude about life? Did she think she could take him on? Everyone else here knew how things worked, you let the person who could punch your face do what they wanted and eventually everyone would be happy, especially the person who could punch your face.
So he turned around swiftly, sarcastic smirk painted on his face, "Oh, so sorry to ruin your zen, I'm so worried about peoples' zen! Please forgive me...fucking bitch." He turned back to the counter, finding that his aggression had earned him service quickly and a bloody Mary was already waiting for him. With a slight grimace we picked it up and purposely sat at the table right next to her to lean back and use one of the chairs at her table as a footrest. Then he decided to noisily slurp up his drink, trying to disrupt her zen as much as possible.
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Post by Claire Anette Underwood on Mar 31, 2012 0:24:11 GMT -5
Alright, definitely the angry type. She raised her eyebrows at his remark but otherwise made no comment and turned back to her drink, finally taking a sip. It wasn't the first time she'd been sworn at and it wouldn't be the last. She'd thought that would be the end of him, which was why she was very surprised when he came and sat by her. She wrinkled her nose, she hated the smell of alcohol. She could never understand how people could drink that stuff, just the idea made her feel nauseous.
She tried to ignore him, but his obnoxious slurping was making that rather difficult. Finally she turned and looked at him.
"Seriously, mate?" Her accent still coming out strong. "Are you sure you can't find some other frazzled, overworked, and seriously mistreated barista to terrorize?" Her voice was pleasant though, only carrying a faint trace of sarcasm. She also took this time to study his features. He was fairly attractive. she supposed, though he wasn't really her type. And not just because of the rudeness and alcohol either. He had these amazing eyes, though, a blue she'd never seen.
But he also had this kind of dark vibe to him, a vibe she was trying to ignore. You couldn't judge people by vibes, you had to give them a chance to show they were something else. Though he already had a couple of strikes against him, but for all she knew he was having a really bad day. It didn't seam likely, but it was possible.
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Apr 1, 2012 0:03:12 GMT -5
He was definitely starting to enjoy himself now. It was great when what started off as an annoyance could be transformed into a fun time. That would show people not to bother him. He was a prince and they were his subjects and people who didn't understand the balance between them would be punished. He knew he had power, simply for being a hot guy who'd been in plays and had a movie-start appeal, plus, he sort of was royalty...he really should milk that more, he could maybe get some parts with that, not that he really needed any help with that.
"Very sure," he said with an obnoxious smirk. He lifted his feet from the chair and instead placed them on her table. It wasn't like he had anything to be afraid of, he just wasn't the kind of person who faced consequences on a regular basis, people were too scared of him. Girls wanted him on their good side and guys knew they wouldn't win a fight. Now he just had to figure out how to make this girl regret her annoyingness, and all would be right again in the world, "Yeah, I think I'll stay here."
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Post by Claire Anette Underwood on Apr 1, 2012 18:14:05 GMT -5
She had to resist the urge to knock his feet of the table. It would have been very satisfying, but she had a feeling that satisfaction would be short-lived. She also had resist rolling her eyes, as it would ruin the plan currently forming in her head. She didn't say anything after her promised to stay, just stared at him. It wasn't a glare. though there was probably some sort of challenge in her eyes. It was more, scrutinizing, with a mask of amusement and interest over the top.
Them suddenly she broke it, and talked as though no time had passed at all. "Well, if you're planning on staying around, then I've got a question to ask you." She stood a straighter and closed her eyes, as though this question she was alluding to was of the up most importance.
"You know that comment you made just a little while ago, about the whole zen thing?" She began with a light conversational tone, "was that really the best you could come up with, because it was kind of lame as far as sarcasm goes?" Okay, so it was just a stupid question that was only designed to a, get on his nerves and b, show that he wasn't;t bothering her. But she had been thinking about how it was a weak response and how he seemed like he was capable of more. And especially more than swearing.
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Apr 1, 2012 20:51:16 GMT -5
He just laughed at her attempt to de-rail him, probably thought she was some "voice of the people" person who was taking down the big man, how pathetic. She'd have to find some hobby other than trying to beat people like him, cause she'd never win. He was too good at his job, he had too much experience, he had heard every retort and comeback known to man. Sure, he wasn't the most intelligent of people, but if he knew one thing it was that you didn't have to be smart to win an argument, you just had to know that you were better.
"I don't have to have anything better than that, people will do what I want no matter what." It was hard to use any facial expression other than smirking, but he decided to try going with a smug look instead. Wasn't quite as satisfying, but it worked. He took the celery stalk out of his drink and slowly munched the end of it, letting his words sink in before he continued. "And let me guess, feminist bitch who always gets into other peoples' business cause it makes you feel big?" Couldn't stand people like that, though he was never one to say no to a make out session.
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Post by Claire Anette Underwood on Apr 3, 2012 12:54:46 GMT -5
Okay, so this guy had serious ego issues, Claire reflected as she took in his comment with raised and slightly pinched eyebrows and lips that were pursed in a way that made it look like she was hiding a smile. His arrogance would have been funny if it wasn't so, insane.
"Well, you have fun with that." Okay, so she was definitely hiding a smile now. She took a large gulp pf her drink to hide her face and almost choked on it. She still found him, formidable, just with a tad bit of ridiculousness on the side.
She set down her cup with a clatter, well, as much as Styrofoam cup could clatter.
"Actually, I kind of detest that whole feminist movement, thing." She was still talking as though this were normal, friendly conversation, except for the sarcasm that was overlaying everything.
"I mean, I support equality for women and everything, I just think these so called feminists are insane and kind of ridiculous." Kind of like you, though of course she didn't say that.
Really though, their were to many platforms that the feminists generally took that she didn't agree with, like chivalry, or the value of motherhood, or abortion. It wouldn't work.
"And I don't usually get involved in other peoples lives, you were just to annoying to resist." She shrugged in a cute little innocent girl type of way, her lips still trying to hide her grin.
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Apr 5, 2012 12:02:03 GMT -5
God, what did this girl think she was doing? Wasting time on a battle she must know she would never win? Was she that pathetic? That desperate for a little spice in her life? Was she that kind of bored person who went around bugging people who were set in their ways, thinking that they could make a difference? People had always tried to change him, they were convinced he was the schoolyard bully with a bad home life and all he really needed was a hug. But sometimes the bully was really just a rich kid with nothing else to do, so there was no use trying to “save” him.
She got a single point for being against the feminists, he was not a big fan of feminists, but it was not enough to make her seem okay in his eyes, it was just a reason to not make her life hell after she had left today, at least, not to go out of his way to do so. Even though he wasn’t the friendliest person, there weren’t many people he had vendettas against. All she was so far was an annoyance, and one he would have fun with.
“Yes, cause what New Yorkers consider annoying is a guy coming in to get what he wants, instead of the person standing on their little pedestal and telling everyone else what their version of right and wrong is. Either you’re a complete moron, or a complete moron who isn’t from around here.”
He drained the rest of his drink and snapped before yelling, “Another one!”
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Post by Claire Anette Underwood on Apr 6, 2012 21:32:00 GMT -5
She smirked and looked down at her coffee mug. Okay, so he'd won with that one she had to admit. But was he right? Was that what she was doing? He'd come in all loud and obnoxious and she'd called him out on it. As far as she was concerned he'd overreacted anyway. And she hadn't actually said anything about him being wrong, but she supposed she'd kind of implied it. So he was right, in a way.
She sighed, this whole not judging thing sounded great until you actually try to do it and realize you fail epically. But she was going to be better. She wasn't going to make anymore snide remarks and was going to lose the sarcasm, most of it.
"The latter." She replied, completely ignoring the moron part of his comment. "And not one that plans on going native." she glanced around the room as she said this as though to emphasize her point.
She was proud of herself when she refrained from making a sarcastic remark about his alcohol consumption, or his method of getting it. She had to bite her tongue and stare down at her empty cup to do it though.
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Apr 8, 2012 17:22:33 GMT -5
God, newbies. People who weren't from New York didn't get how it worked. New York wasn't about being nice, it was about getting what you wanted in the fastest way possible, and if you needed to be loud about it too, that was fine. The worst offense in this city was getting in someone else's way. But he supposed he wouldn't have to grind that too viciously into her, she would figure it out soon enough. She just needed to spend some time hailing a taxi or going on the subway and then she'd be broken in.
"Probably shouldn't, an idiot like you will be eaten alive." He laughed until a server came and brought him his drink, and he noticed this girl was much cuter than the one at the counter. He smirked and flipped his bangs out of his eyes. "Why don't you bring me your digits with my next refill?" He noticed a quick smile before she became flustered and almost spilled his drink on him, and she quickly sped away, running her hands down her apron. He always had it, and now he had to entertain himself while he drank this. He did so by shoving his feet in her face, "Tell me, how do my feet smell?"
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Post by Claire Anette Underwood on Apr 13, 2012 22:54:52 GMT -5
Claire just looked at him and shook her head, a sarcastic smile on her face. That was her solution to every insult, either smile it off or turn it into a joke of some sort.
She rolled her eyes when Amri asked the girl for her number but didn't make a comment, though it was really hard since that type of thing bugged her. You shouldn't give your number to random strangers, plus she didn't think Amri actually knew how to treat a girl...and she was judging again. She pursued her lips together and clasped her hands behind her neck. Though it was annoying To see how the girl reacted, and she hoped she really didn't give Amri her number, because that would just suck.
Then he put his feet in her face. "Like a possum that's been dead for three weeks in garbage can." she said promptly as she knocked them off the table. Actually, she hadn't left them there long enough to smell them, but insulting peoples feet didn't count as judging, nor did it count as being rude. Amri had practically given her an invitation to insult his feet and he had taken it and she had taken it.
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Post by Amri Dukhkin' on Apr 14, 2012 1:12:51 GMT -5
Still fighting back, how silly. She needed to realize that in the real world, people didn't underdogs, at least, not as much as they claimed to. What people really cared about were attractive people, and although she wasn't terrible looking, he would be a fool not to know which one of them was turning heads. It was a simple fact of life that people rooted for the pretty people in reality shows and found movies dissatisfying if the girl the guy won in the end wasn't incredibly good-looking. It didn't matter who the person was or what they acted like, it was all based on which person you'd want to have one night stand with more.
All he had to do was wait for her to see the error of her ways and beg for forgiveness, and then beg him to kiss her, which he wouldn't do, least not yet. Even stuck up bitches eventually admitted that they wanted to get with him, it was biology, and he was sure if she actually had smelled his feet, she would have been pleasantly surprised. "That's funny, cause I know for a fact my feet smell like coconut," he said while rubbing his head slightly with one hand. He actually did make sure to rub coconut lotion on his feet everyday, because they naturally smelled like pecans, but that smell bothered Yuliya, because they reminded her of their grandmother or something.
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Post by Claire Anette Underwood on Apr 20, 2012 20:32:23 GMT -5
"You're feet smell like coconut?" she repeated, disbelief in her voice. Who's feet smelled like coconut? How would one's feet smell like coconut? Was he just kidding? She was super curious about this now, "Put them back up I want to see—I mean smell— this. I promise I actually check this time." she said in a mock serious voice though she ended it with a little bit of a smile. This was weird, she decided. Friends didn't smell each others feet this early in a relationship, they sort of thing shouldn't happen until at least you're third meeting as friends, but oh well. She really wanted to know what his feet smelled like!
And her hot chocolate was empty. She wasn't about to call the waitress over like he had since that seemed awkward and rude and obnoxious and though she might but a little obnoxious and awkward on occasion it wasn't in that way. Besides, that sort of treatment was probably reserved for hot guys who inappropriately asked for your number and treated you like a...she wasn't going to let herself finish that sentence.
But that left a problem, if she didn't have a drink she really didn't have a reason to stay, but she was almost starting to have fun...
She decided to ignore that, maybe Amri wouldn't notice and she could get away with it without him thinking she was just staying to talk too him, even though it was true. But it wouldn't be for the reason he thought. And she had a feeling he'd be insufferable if he found out, well more insufferable, not that she thought he was insufferable, we at least not completely insufferable.
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