Gabriel Lafayette
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Bar - Random Night
<Gabriel was content. Numb, which was content. He was relaxed 'pon a stool at the bar in the St. Julian Inn, six or seven empty shots littered in
front of him. he had the blurred look of a man who was tipsy but teetering very close to drunk. His body felt relaxed, and he was in a good mood. His
injuries were a little sore, but they were healing well. He had a week or so before he was sent out on another mission for the cause, so he spent his
recovery with his flame-haired counterpart, sitting next to him with about the same amount of shotglasses glittering on the counter. The bar was busy,
since many missions had returned and were drinking their good cheer before they faced harsh reality again. Gabriel leaned on the bar, a small smirk
playing on his features, he raised his hand to get the bartender's attention. He'd been here quite a few nights - without incident, yet - and he had
yet to actually get buddy buddy with the tender. He would eventually, if he spent the rest of his time off here, which was a huge probability.>
From what I heard, you've been chummy with my shit-head of a brother. So he hasn't tried to frame you for murder, yet?
<He was attempting a joke, though if anyone read into it, Gabriel was that close to punching that person out. It angered Gabriel pretty
badly that his closest friend consorted with who he know considered to be his enemy, but the drinks and shallow jokes did help to ease the situation.
He knew Mika wasn't trying to do Gabriel in, it was the money. Always was.>
<The shots arrived and Gabriel snatched up his, knocking it back without another thought. Placing down the glass, he raised his brows toward his
companion, small smirk.>
I think I'm drunk enough to drive you home now
I'll keep my mouth kept shut from under lock and key
That's rusted firm, no lie
Cause all these conversations wind on and on...
Drinking champagne from a paper cup
Is never quite the same
And every sip's moving through my eyes
And up into my brain
At half past two; about time to leave
Cause the dj's playing rhythm and blues
A sad-sorry state, stutter step to those slammin' grooves
As I'm waiting around for you.
.:Ally:.
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Mikaël Ashton
El Cap-ee-tain
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| posted on 12-18-2009 at 09:47 PM |
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You know what you fucken shit-face?
<Gabriel had better get a good fucking look at the bizarrely filed, badly painted nail waving around in his face. Gabriel had better breathe in the
dirty, soot-stained finger, the one that had just poked through a good three hundred euro worth of decent cut heroin, he'd better try and get a little
bit high off of the proximity of that finger if he wanted to deal with Ashton-quality defense. Shit, he had been a quidditch captain, for fuck's sake.
Aim a boar at him, boar was going down. Mika was no more difficult to ignore than a machine gun, and he knew it, milked it, prided himself on it, so
was he afraid of getting up in blondie's face that way? Hell no. This kid was prison hardened, but sad and lethargic, stuck on nothing but alcohol. He
needed a good ball tug, Gabriel did, he needed someone to remind him that he had a goddamn pair and to start using them - mad at Chance? So? Go punch
him in the face! The bartender fucked up your drink? Shit, punch him too! No more of this get me a bottle so I can stare wistfully into it shit, no
sir-ee, that made Mika feel like he was coming down off of a bender without the high, and he did not like that, Sam I Am.>
Who gives a flying fuck who I'm chummy with? I was making good ass money off of his addictive bullshit until he found that nice dealer who
shaves. Wow, you shave, you got nice sunglasses, I don' give a fuck, my shit's better. I'm a good salesguy, you know? Your brother don't
cheat at poker, he gives me jobs, and I felt a little sorry for him when his French-ass went off to jail wit' you. Did you guys take showers together,
you see him naked? You fuck that Sparrow-kid, Gabie? 'Cause man, if you two had a moment all wet and soapy together, he's gonna be so fucken mad at
you. He'll kill you, the douche. I can see it, though. You two all up on the tile and bare feet and shit, and he's like, it's still a Lafayette, and
you're like, hey, I hate my brother because I'm like a Shakespearian tragedy, I'm gonna hit this shit, and BAM! Mika has entertainment.
Shut the fuck up about who I hang around with, you cunt-mouth son of a bitch. Man, I need tit-ays. To watch, not on me. In my face, okay, <Reaching
out, Mika balled up his hands to imply a big ol' pair of double dee's.> I need some. I ain't gotten pussy in like what, weeks? You'd think
cokewhores would be all the rage, but no. Try fucking sandpaper, that's that.
You buy me a drink now, please.
Mikaël Ashton; Quidditch Teaching Anger Management Problem
\"You found your way,
So why keep asking me?
Nothing common suits you,
You live again in solitary.
Look away for now
beautiful alone
Now who decides to settle down?
Maybe nobody really cares --
What\'s this to you anyway?
Something dirty\'s got you, dear
Makes me want to be with you
Something painful\'s with you, dear
Makes me want to be with you.\"
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Senna Silvertongue
Is Jealous of Your Cigarette
Posts: 999
Registered: 5-6-2005
Location: Kalamazoo
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Mood: Self-Sufficient
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| posted on 12-19-2009 at 02:20 AM |
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<The moment Senna entered her sometimes-haunt, the slew of curse words in off-kilter accent accosted her ears. It almost had the effect of warming
her heart since there was no one she loved to fuck with more than Mika. He was always such a damn good sport about it and had a tendency to spar right
back with her. She was fairly certain that the entirety of their school friendship had been based on that exact premise.
So, strolling in like she owned the place - because, frankly, she could if she was so inclined - Senna headed straight for the bar where the
dragon-faced man sat, standing casually behind him. One hand pinched as much of his arse as she could get between her fingers, considering he was
using it to sit upon, and the other snaked around front and grabbed the second shot that had landed on the bar surface. The ounce or so of liquid was
sniffed, surmised and knocked back in only a few instants.>
Evening darling, thanks for the drink.
<A few wordless wand movements brought the next closest stool even closer and Senna perched her pretty little bum upon it.>
To what do I owe the pleasure?
Senna Silvertongue
Slytherin Heiress
Michelle
Don\'t think that I\'m not strong
I\'m the one to take you on
Don\'t underestimate me boy
I\'ll make you sorry you were born
You don\'t know me
The way you really should
You sure misunderstood
Behind my smile is my IQ
I must admit, this does not sit, with the likes of you
You\'re really sweet
Mmm, you\'re really nice
But didn\'t mama ever tell you not to play with fire?
Semper Cogito
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Gabriel Lafayette
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| posted on 12-19-2009 at 01:28 PM |
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<His eyebrows raised, and if anyone wasn't as close to Mika as Gabriel was, the redhead would be flat on his shortass with Gabriel towering over
the little redhead, a fist in his face. Especially since Gabriel was all fueled up on his favorite drink of choice. Instead, the blonde simply widened
his smile in mock humor. The little squawking thing was funny to listen to, funny to look at. Gabriel knew his buddy wasn't in on Gabriel's
incarceration. He knew Mika was there to pick up the debris and see if it was worth anything.>
Alright, alright little shortass. Don't get your panties in a bunch. <swat of Mika's finger wagging in his face, a pseudo-irritated quirk on his
visage - that kind of finger-wagging reminded him of Noemi, Sophie or Cignus or sommat who used to reprimand him.> M'glad you cleaned him out the
best you could. If that's the case, Chance should've given you plenty to buy your own fucking drink. I'm not the heir, idiot.
<And he was about to take the shot that was placed down for Mika for his final retort, but his eyes had caught an unfamiliar hand taking the glass.
Blue orbs followed it to the lips of the new speaker and watched her knock the shot back. It took him a second to recognize her - that was Senna, the
one Mika pushed him into so rudely at that one party. God, he didn't remember that night very well. After drinking straight from that bottle - and a
couple more free drinks - Gabriel had blacked out .. and hell if he remembered how he got into a warm bed that night unharmed. Good night, that was.
According to plan.>
<Gabriel's eyes wandered slowly to Senna's chest. He smirked, nudged Mika.>
Guess you'll be gettin' what you want, eh?
I think I'm drunk enough to drive you home now
I'll keep my mouth kept shut from under lock and key
That's rusted firm, no lie
Cause all these conversations wind on and on...
Drinking champagne from a paper cup
Is never quite the same
And every sip's moving through my eyes
And up into my brain
At half past two; about time to leave
Cause the dj's playing rhythm and blues
A sad-sorry state, stutter step to those slammin' grooves
As I'm waiting around for you.
.:Ally:.
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Mikaël Ashton
El Cap-ee-tain
Posts: 1058
Registered: 11-14-2004
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Mood: strung out
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| posted on 12-19-2009 at 11:38 PM |
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Oh no girl, he-e-ell no. What the fuck is this shit?
<Most women got the rough treatment from Mika. Instead of reaching back and swatting gently at Senna's wrist the way he did just then, he usually
would have, you know, grabbed them, bitten them, swung them around, all sorts of un-classy shit because hey, Mika was an un-classy guy. The couple of
seconds his stool just about emptied his face right into a bunch of drink-free, orange-glo dunked bar surface made him re-think that super duper
friendly approach, but the length a gentleman like him would go for some pussy was pretty impressive.>
Okay, no. You don' touch my drink shit. Food, sure, I'll share some food with you if I can tear your shit up for a few hours, make you look like you
jus' had a baby, but other than that, no. And, uh, you?
<Gabriel, on the other hand, got a palm planted in his chest.>
You wanna give me some poor grumble when I paid your tab for you in prison? Uh-uh, you'll serve me alcohol while you're slobberin' all over my third
leg down there, and you'll slur 'thank you' up at me. Thing's so big I wont understand you, but you'll try. This is Senna, she got nice titties, but
she's a real hard up rich bitch ain't got laid in a while from how she acts.
Mikaël Ashton; Quidditch Teaching Anger Management Problem
\"You found your way,
So why keep asking me?
Nothing common suits you,
You live again in solitary.
Look away for now
beautiful alone
Now who decides to settle down?
Maybe nobody really cares --
What\'s this to you anyway?
Something dirty\'s got you, dear
Makes me want to be with you
Something painful\'s with you, dear
Makes me want to be with you.\"
Katii is a lesbian who can\'t be bothered to put her name in her sig. <3fromchris!
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Senna Silvertongue
Is Jealous of Your Cigarette
Posts: 999
Registered: 5-6-2005
Location: Kalamazoo
Member Is Offline
Mood: Self-Sufficient
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| posted on 1-3-2010 at 02:27 PM |
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<Senna just smirked and waved over the bartender, someone she was familiar with from her stint at the St. Julian, and got him to lay out three more
shots of the same type she had just stolen from Mika and devoured. She shoved one of the tiny glasses in front of the affronted quidditch junkie and
took one of the two left in her hand. She nodded at Gabe, offering him the third. She knew she recognized the boy from somewhere and besides
that, he looked like someone she knew, but she had yet to place him. To be fair, the night she had first met the boy she had been concerned with a
number of other things, including keeping his siblings from destroying her, her house and her guests. His ill-timed introduction had caught her
attention for all of thirty seconds and then gone away again. So no, she didn't quite remember him. In any case, the fact that he was hanging out with
Mika served as a decent recommendation, if not one of the sort that would cause her to hire him or loan him money.
Taking her second shot of the night, a little less exuberantly than the first, she turned towards Mika.>
Oh shut your damn mouth unless you're going to do something useful with it. <And her tone indicated that useful had nothing to do with talking and
everything to do with some unspeakable acts that usually didn't occur in public places.> If you're a good little boy, Mama Silvertongue will keep
your bottle full tonight. So don't piss me off, Mika.
<She didn't need to tell them that her employee discount was still a factor in buying drinks, nor that she was regularly fucking the head bartender
and most of the staff knew this and acted accordingly. Besides that, one night of drinking barely tipped the scales when it came to her substantial
fortune and her father was hardly likely to notice a little discretionary spending on her part. That settled, she once again waved the 'tender over
and indicated that her next drink would be a much classier, moderately priced champagne as opposed to the hard liquor. She was a small woman, she
needed to watch the alcohol content in her drinks unless she wanted to be doing things tonight she'd regret in the morning.>
Senna Silvertongue
Slytherin Heiress
Michelle
Don\'t think that I\'m not strong
I\'m the one to take you on
Don\'t underestimate me boy
I\'ll make you sorry you were born
You don\'t know me
The way you really should
You sure misunderstood
Behind my smile is my IQ
I must admit, this does not sit, with the likes of you
You\'re really sweet
Mmm, you\'re really nice
But didn\'t mama ever tell you not to play with fire?
Semper Cogito
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Gabriel Lafayette
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Posts: 880
Registered: 12-22-2003
Location: Hogwarts
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Mood: wasted
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| posted on 1-4-2010 at 12:07 AM |
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<Gabriel glanced at Senna, cocked his head. If she seemed to hold her own around the spitfire pissing off next to him, then she was someone worth
knowing. He followed her movements, knew instantly she had an 'in' with this bar. Not surprising to him, since all well-to-do families tended to know
their way around bars and such. Gabriel fell into this category, but in a much different way. He was the broke, cut-off side of the family, but
sometimes just being a Lafayette caused some freebies. That rarely happened around here now; he was starting to turn into a regular since his return
from his mission and his last name wasn't as impressive once bar owners quickly caught on that he wasn't the one who could fork over the cash.>
<Gabriel lowered his skull in a small nod toward the female, his gruff thanks for the complementary shot. He lifted it deftly - for someone who was
eight shots deep - and raised it toward his new busty friend.>
'Ey, shortass doesn't have to wail like a whiny bitch anymore, problem solved.
<He then knocked the shot back swiftly. It was the only movement he was completely sure of, and he was good at it. With that, he set the empty
vessel down and flicked it lightly. The glass teetered over and fell on the bar with a clink, rolling to meet his other discarded
glasses.>
We got ourselves a sugarmomma.
<Sly grin. He could get used to that.>
I think I'm drunk enough to drive you home now
I'll keep my mouth kept shut from under lock and key
That's rusted firm, no lie
Cause all these conversations wind on and on...
Drinking champagne from a paper cup
Is never quite the same
And every sip's moving through my eyes
And up into my brain
At half past two; about time to leave
Cause the dj's playing rhythm and blues
A sad-sorry state, stutter step to those slammin' grooves
As I'm waiting around for you.
.:Ally:.
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Mikaël Ashton
El Cap-ee-tain
Posts: 1058
Registered: 11-14-2004
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Mood: strung out
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| posted on 1-6-2010 at 07:02 PM |
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You want me to do something useful? Baby, sign me up, pencil me in, take off them panties - if you're even wearing any - and spread that delicious,
lonely cunt of yours. You want lovin'? I'll love on you, all you had to do was ask. And just so you know, bitchy-bitch-bitch,
<Two fingers went around the shot and poured it directly into his jaw. Cue drainpipe noises. Gurgle gurgle.>
I am not this guy. <Gabriel got a nudge.> I ain't got no sister-rapin' daddy, no whore-bag framin' cousin-killin' brother, no creepy incest
doin' sister, no..hot, big tittied, blond sister. I don't need alcohol like he does to deal with all my sad tragic family issues. I got no family, no
issues, and I can buy my own booze, but I have this fuck-en mooch next to me drinkin' off his woes after he went and fucked his brother's
babydaddy in some prison shower like a god damned fucken cliche-ass..movie. So. I will treat you how I like, twinkle-toes.
<Mika did not know that he was speaking that way to a cannibal's occasional dick-sheath, and so did so as loudly as he always did. Top of the
lungs, all day, every day.>
Mikaël Ashton; Quidditch Teaching Anger Management Problem
\"You found your way,
So why keep asking me?
Nothing common suits you,
You live again in solitary.
Look away for now
beautiful alone
Now who decides to settle down?
Maybe nobody really cares --
What\'s this to you anyway?
Something dirty\'s got you, dear
Makes me want to be with you
Something painful\'s with you, dear
Makes me want to be with you.\"
Katii is a lesbian who can\'t be bothered to put her name in her sig. <3fromchris!
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Senna Silvertongue
Is Jealous of Your Cigarette
Posts: 999
Registered: 5-6-2005
Location: Kalamazoo
Member Is Offline
Mood: Self-Sufficient
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| posted on 8-23-2010 at 04:38 PM |
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<Senna watched Mika's tirade as she took a long, indulgent sip from the champagne flute. She let the effervescent liquid roll over her tongue as
she blithely ignored what he was saying while watching him flap his little pink lips to and fro.>
Mm. <Was all the response she gave him. Instead she turned to the blond.> At least you're grateful. Tell me, why do you look so goddamned
familiar? My family doesn't employ you, do we?
<An elegant eyebrow rose up an inch or so, as if that would be an unfortunate, but ultimately not too problematic scenario. Her lips went back to
the mouth of her glass, her tongue back to savoring the treasure inside. Her eyes however darted back and forth between Gabe and the area behind the
bar, searching, perhaps too hopefully, for a certain cannibalistic bar tender.>
((ruuuuuuuuust))
Senna Silvertongue
Slytherin Heiress
Michelle
Don\'t think that I\'m not strong
I\'m the one to take you on
Don\'t underestimate me boy
I\'ll make you sorry you were born
You don\'t know me
The way you really should
You sure misunderstood
Behind my smile is my IQ
I must admit, this does not sit, with the likes of you
You\'re really sweet
Mmm, you\'re really nice
But didn\'t mama ever tell you not to play with fire?
Semper Cogito
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