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[2014-06-16 02:07:10 +0000 UTC]
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(ooc.) this is an independent, semi-selective oc. the monarch belongs to concupisco , this is a bartender for the club. please feel free to rp or chat at any time!
fc. & vc. drew barrymore
muse change. 07 - 23 - 18
account by. courtney
PLEASE REPLY BELOW!Β
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ooc ] i know ur not active here BUT I WANT THESE TWO TO MEET SO FUCKIN BAD LIKE
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ooc. hi a rando idea popped in my head for casey and paisley so-
"fucking shit.."
Β Β >casey said as he slumped against the outside of the monarch, wiping blood from his lip.
he was jumped, being left with a busted lip, possibly broken nose, and multiple cuts and bruises.
it wasn't uncommon, but damn was it hell. especially with his fast healing and humans being around.
he gave an attempt to snap his nose back into place, cursing and sliding down further to the ground with
a defeated groan.}
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(i.) it was the time of the night when paisley usually took her break, a brief moment of peace from the chaotic noise of the monarch. heading out of the side of the club and entering the empty alley, she dug into the pocket of her leather jacket, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter. yet before she could even ignite her cancer stick, her eyes landed on a slumped figure.Β
"uh...hey, you alright there, buddy?"
(ii.) normally paisley was used to the drunk or high crashing in this alley, so she was used to seeing something like this. but upon her second glance, she recognized the face under all the damage. she blinked, taking a step forward.
"whoa, holy fuck, you okay?"
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>he made a soft noise of confusion, looking up as the bruises slowly faded from his face. He blinked until his vision focused, raising his brows and scrambling to try to get up, though his injuries to his body didn't heal quite yet, so he fell back into place with a small cry of pain.}
"I'm fucking peachy.."
"Do i look okay??"
>he kind of bit, licking his thumb and attempting to clean off the currently drying blood from his face.}
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"well, damn.."
(i.) paisley puts her hands up, her brows raising. someone was a bit touchy, weren't they? the blonde simply shrugs her shoulder, popping her cigarette in her mouth and lighting up. if he didn't want her help, then she wouldn't fucking give it.Β
"you know, you're not really in any type of shape to deny some fucking help."
"but whatever floats your boat."
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"fuck.."
"fuck, i'm sorry.."
Β Β >he shook, covering his face and soon pulling at his hair.
looking weak was the last thing he wanted happening
to him, but look where he was at now. he uncovered his face and
looked up at her, brows furrowed a little as he covered where his ribs
would be with his hand.}
"i didn't mean to snap..."
"..its a habit.."
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(i.) paisley looked over at the male, cigarette hanging from her lips. the blonde's brows furrow as she makes her way over to him, looking him up and down. she releases a sigh, taking the cancer stick from her lips, smoke billowing from her mouth.
"alright, well..."
(ii.) the female lowers herself in front of him so that she was eye level. paisley looks him over once more, taking another drag of her cigarette.
"do you want me to call the ambulance or have you fixed up by me?"
"one will guarantee results, the other will be cheap. your pick"
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"i'd honestly prefer you.."
"..at least to rest for a little bit.."
"If i went to the hospital they wouldn't be able to find a scratch on me."
>he said with a small laugh as a large gash on his cheek started to close right in front of her eyes. He kept trying to clean blood from his face, wincing at the stinging that came from his healing.}
"I don't think i popped my nose back in the right place though."
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(i.) was she seeing things or did he just magically heal himself? the blonde looked down, shaking her head. jesus christ, paisley, pull yourself together.
"well, i'll try my best, but it's gonna not be much"
(ii.) she drops the half done cigarette, snuffing it out with the tip of her boot. she offers her hand out to the male, her brows arching.
"first, let's get you out of this shitty alley way"
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Β Β >he grabbed her arm and pulled himself up, wincing
as he put weight on his twisted ankle, swearing under his breath.
more cuts and bruises were fading from his body, looking at the other
with a small laugh.}
"lead the way man."
"and honestly, any help is appreciated."
Β Β >he said as he shifted his weight, making sure he didnt put too much
on his ankle, rubbing his eye as he waited for the other to move.}
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(i.) paisley grunts as his weight is placed on her body, a quiet curse escaping her lips. the blonde shuffles the man to the back entrance, going through the less crowded part of the bustling night club. she leads him to a private room, a place that is usually used for...well adult things.Β
(ii.) the bartender sets the man down on the sofa, releasing a gruff sigh. she stands up, wiping her hands on her jeans.Β
"alright, stay here. i'm going to go get the first aid kit"
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>this place was like a gold mine to him, breathing in all the scents, causing him to smile a little, his bruises on his face healing even faster than before. Though being in here isn't much helping his fucked up ankle, pulling his legs up onto the couch.}
"Fuck.. Me.."
"This is so much worse than anything else, holy shit."
>he grunted before collapsing back on the sofa, rubbing his face and looking at the ceiling through his fingers.}
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(i.) when the woman returns, she couldn't help but notice that he looked better. paisley wears a frown as she sits beside him, first aid kit in hand.Β
"man, sorry this happened to you"
"it looks like it hurts like hell."
(ii.) paisley replies, digging through the kit.
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>he nodded a little as he sat up, watching her dig through the med kit before touching his own ankle, trying to find the best way to try and get it back in the right place.}
"Been through much worse than this.."
"..but it still hurts as bad as what i went through before."
>he sighed, trying to find something to prop his ankle on before muttering fuck it and taking off his jacket, using that instead.}
"Well.. While we're here, i should tell you my name."
"Call me casey."
>he said with a little smile, brushing his hair back, it being a complete and slightly blood stained mess at the tip of his bangs.}
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(i.) the bartender looks over at the man with a soft smile. she gently shakes her head, a soft laugh leaving her lips. it was just funny to her how calm he seemed to be in the state that he's in. paisley wet a cloth before cleaning up the man's face, removing the blood.
"well, casey, you still look like hell, just letting you know"
"i'm paisley, but you can just call me 'the best fucking woman ever'."
(ii.) the blonde teased him, while she gently washed his face.Β
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"yeah sure."
"and thanks for telling me that."
Β Β >he said with a little laugh, rolling his eyes and kind of
chuckling, somewhat reaching for bandages and kicking off
his shoe, waiting for her to be done.}
"any other wise words of wisdom, paisley?"
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(i.) paisley pulls away from casey once the blood was washed away. she set the dirtied rag onto the opposite side of the sofa, raising a brow at the man.
"yeah, just a few more."
(ii.) the female leans closer, a smart ass smirk growing on her lips.
"don't get fucking jumped"
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.libido. :00 pretty
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(ooc.) awww thanks (^:
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.libido. not a problem!! you have a lovely muse here c:
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(ooc.) thanks!
you have a pretty cool muse yourself (^:
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.libido. hA are you kidding he is s o lame, i promise u
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(ooc.) nah, fam. your boi is amazing stop it
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(| β ) With a small hum the deity wondered into the bar without much of a care for the passing looks that were given due to his stench and stained trenchcoat covered in blood and god knows what. He made his way over to the counter and took a seat with a slight squelch of the disgusting inky black slime dripping off him but he didn't pay much mind to it.
(| β ) Sitting up a bit with his elbows resting on the counter he rolled his shoulders, then gazing along the titles of drinks and choices. No matter how much he drank, it was hard to say how much would actually make him drunk; feeding 100,000 mouths was difficult. He spotted what he presumed to be the bartender, using a finger to motion them towards him with an eerie smile of teeth.
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(i.) paisley never seen such a customer in her life. the very sight of the man sent chills down her spine. a deep instinctual pull tugged at her insides, telling her to not go near him. but she didn't have a choice, did she?
"ummm...hey there."
"what would you like to drink?"
(ii.) her voice was quieter than usual, shakier than usual. this thing terrifies her
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ooc. hey !! i saw that i still owe you a starter and was wondering if i could we could maybe try plotting something out ?
i'm kind of having trouble trying to come up with something.
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(ooc.) oh sure! i usually think that most people meet paisley at the monarch, which is a luxurious night club
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Β Β >dustin and ezra weren't on terribly good terms. he got off on a
bad start anyways just by looking like the demon prince, and just made it worse
by attempting to screw with him and act like a child. visiting the monarch after that
during a visit to vegas wasn't a smart idea.. but he didn't care. worse that could happen
is that he would be sent to hell.}
Β Β >he was dressed in his best outfit, entering the high end looking club while floating an inch offΒ
the ground, pushing up his glasses and pushing back his hair, as well as adjusting his shirt. he soon
landed at the bar, looking up at the woman tending to it.}
"hey! uh.. can i get a drink? nothing too strong, if you can."
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(i.) well paisley didn't know of the feud that has happened between her boss and this customer. but the first thing that popped into her mind was that this guy looked oddly similar to her boss.Β
"well what's the fun of it isn't strong?"
(ii.) the bartender teased the man, sending him a playful wink.Β
"but i guess if that's what you want."
"so, what are ya thinking?"
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"just a guinness."
>he said as he took a seat, pushing his
glasses up and admiring how everything
looked.}
"Can't believe how fancy this place looks.."
"And how i even got in.."
>he muttered, biting his lip a little and
Pressing down his hair that stuck up wildly
In some places.}
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(i.) as the bartender prepared his order, she couldn't help but doing a double take. it was so weird how he literally looked exactly like her boss, except with glasses. did ezra have a secret twin she didn't know about?
"here ya go, mister"
(ii.) paisley slid the drink over to the man, replying with a playful grin.Β
"and yeah this place is fancy, but you don't have to be fancy to get in. i mean, they have me working here, and trust me, i'm not fancy"
"and you should keep your hair crazy, gives you a kinda mysterious hot guy vibe"
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"mysterious hot guy?"
Β Β >he said with a little laugh, accepting the drink with a small smile,
tapping his fingers against the bar, a little absent-minded. he soonΒ
nodded softly as he drank, biting his lip a little as he set the glass down.}
"ezra definitely goes all out.."
"but aside from him, how'd you
even end up here? like, working here?"
"if you don't mind me asking, of course."
Β Β >he said, leaning forward a little, interested in making small talk, and making
a new friend.}
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"yeah, what's wrong with that? i'd take it as a compliment, mysterious hot guy"
(i.) paisley replies with a friendly tease, her own smile widening as he chuckled at her antics. the blonde licks her bottom, lips reaching down for a damp rag before she began wiping off the counter.Β
(ii.) at his question, the woman releases a soft snort. hell, she didn't even know how she really ended up working here. that night was a blur, mainly due to the drinking competition that her and the monarch's owner participated in.Β
"damn, i don't even know."
"i came here one night to party and the next i'm working behind the bar. i still can't believe that i'm here sometimes"
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"huh."
Β Β >he nodded and pushed his glasses up, biting at
his lip and taking another swig.}
"you're really lucky to be honest."
"just to be working."
Β Β >he said with a small laugh, setting his glass down
and getting up from the stool, taking in the others appearance
before rubbing his chin a little.}
"i think you're a good pick."
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(i.) paisley merely raises her brows as the customer gives her a once over. she releases a light hearted scoff, tilting her head to the side with a quirked smile on her lips.
"oh really?"
"and why do you think that?"
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"i'm saying you have a good personality."
"you look like you could kick someones ass if they look at you wrong."
Β Β >he said with a shrug, staring at his now empty glass and drawing things
mindlessly with his finger on the wood of the bar.}
"if you thought something else, sorry bout that."
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(i.) the blonde raises a brow at his answer, her grin softening into a friendly smile. paisley usually just hears that she has great tits or something of the like from guys around here. so of course the man's response surprised her, but it was one that was completely pleasant.Β
"wow, that's an actual mature answer, which is totally appreciated, by the way."
(ii.) the bartender points to his empty glass, her blue eyes softening.
"you want another?"
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"its the smart, not thinking with your dick answer."
"and sure."
Β Β >he replied, pushing up his glasses and returning the smile once
he noticed. he was pretty distracted with the music and all the people
dancing around on the dance floor.}
"y'know, vegas is pretty loud compared to california."
"i don't think i could ever stay here longer than my little vacation i'm taking."
Β Β >he said with a little laugh, kind of floating off his seat before catching himself and
pulling himself back down on to the stool.}
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(i.) the bartender releases an amused scoff as she refills his drink. she wasn't often treated with this much decency working in the monarch, so she already liked this guy way better than other customers. once the glass was filled, she slides it back to him.
"really? i always thought that they were the same level of loudness. but of course i'm so used to it here that it doesn't effect me anymore"
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"well.. Californias just a lot more uneventful in the part i live in."
>he said before lifting his glass to her a little and taking a swig, setting his glass down and leaning forward a little to talk to her a bit better.}
"Vegas is hella flashy."
"Santa clarita? Not so much."
"I mean.. Its quiet, yeah, but i like a little more excitement."
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(i.) it was interesting hearing about a part of california that wasn't los angeles. the bartender rests her hands against the edge of the bar's counter, a friendly smile tugging on her lips. this guy seemed decent, at least compared to what she was used to.
"well you came to the right place for excitement. i've been told by many customers that i'm pretty entertaining"
(ii.) paisley teased, sending the man a playful wink.Β
"but seriously, vegas is a good spot. there's a bunch of shit to do here."
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"i mean most of it is gambling and clubs.."
"plus the probability of getting mugged."
Β Β >he said as he pointed, taking a swig from his glass and
letting out a small chuckle as he set his glass down, wiping hisΒ
lips with the back of his hand and fixing a cuff.}
"you're bound to get tired of it at some point.."
"right?"
Β Β >he said with an eyebrow raise, taking off his glasses and rubbing
the lenses on his jacket.}
"if you live somewhere long enough it gets old."
"at least that's what i think."
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"shit, you're pretty spot on."
(i.) that was the main reason that the bartender used to live a nomadic lifestyle. she hated staying in one place for so long. she knew that she was bound to leave sin city at some point, she just didn't know when.Β
"but i prefer to always be on the road, this is just a temporary thing, you know?"
"there's so much more out there to see. why be stuck in the same place forever?"
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"thats true, but you do have to settle down at some point."
"If you keep going, you'll eventually have nothing left to see."
>he said before knocking back the last few gulps in his glass and standing from the stool, slipping out a few dollars from his wallet and sliding them towards her.}
"Here, for the drink."
"Plus a tip."
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"I'm sorry I have to tell you this, but..."
"I'm gonna have to cut your pay."
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(i.) paisley releases a gentle chuckle, raising her burning cigarette to her lips. ezra and her always teased each other like this, this was just another joke...right?
"haha, very funny"
(ii.) the blonde teased, rolling her hazel green eyes. she leaned against the wall of the alley, her eyes flickering over the man.
"this is a joke, right?"
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"I really wish I was."(Β | he was. he had no reason to do that; business was thriving. however she played plenty of pranks on him and it was his turn. he wanted to see if she would fall for it or if she could see through the facade. )"I'm... sorry."(Β | he hung his head, the expression that he feigned was disheartened. the demon had become quite the actor seeing how long he had been masquerading as a human. )
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"cut the act, i know that you're fucking with me"
(i.) in reality, paisley wasn't quite sure if ezra was joking or not, and it secretly freaked her out. what did she do? why would he cut her pay, the monarch was doing so well. the blonde quietly scoffs to herself, her hazel green eyes flickering over the man.
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"You want me to get out your paycheck and show you?"( | the male raised his brow at her, folding his arms across his chest. he managed to keep his tone serious and pasted on a dour expression. )
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