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[tristan]

i suppose we'll all make our judgement calls

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Well, work tonight was going rather slow and it was driving Tristan insane. He couldn't wait to get off but apparently that was going to drag on forever and a day. He hated nights like this even though it did give him more chances to sneak off to the bathroom to get high. His manger didn't really care as long as he was still able to work and he was no problem. Tristan felt great after getting high and most of the time it made him a lot less irritable so that made things better for him and the people whom he was serving. Tonight Tristan had only left the bar once to go to the bathroom to have some Cocaine. Usually he tried to aim for something better but it was all he had left on him and since Brian, his dealer was starting to cut him off because he already owed him a shitload of money he knew that he had to take what he could get without argument. Despite what most people thought this wasn't a lifestyle that he loved and it wasn't something that you could just drop. He wanted out of it, he really did but it was so incredibly hard for him. He wanted to be a better person but right now his whole heart just wasn't in it.

Another good thing about slow nights was the fact that he could sit on his laptop behind the counter and do whatever the hell he wanted to. Tonight Tristan had decided to log into the town's chat-room to see if anyone was on and there was one girl, Lucy. The two talked and they seemed to get along rather well so he invited her to come to the bar after he got off. He knew that it probably wasn't the best of ideas but he was pretty fucked up from the amount of alcohol he consumed and the drugs that he had earlier so he didn't even think about the girl back home that he loved: Addie. It was a usual occurrence for him. When he was completely sober there was no one else he wanted but her but throw in drugs or alcohol and he wanted anything that had a vagina and could provide him with entertainment. Lucy didn't have to know about Addie, he wasn't going to mention her. No, tonight's goal was to make her think he was a decent guy or to get her drunk then get her in bed. Pretty much the same goal he had every other night of his life.

After he got off at around eleven Tristan went around to the other side of the bar and took a seat on one of the stools. By now the affects of the drugs he took at the beginning of his shift was beginning to wear off and he had switched over to alcohol. He didn't know this girl and he knew from experience that if he was drug fucked about ninety-nine percent of the time the girl would run if she could read the signs so it was good that he was off his high. His fingers drummed on the top of the bar as he waited for the girl in question were to show up. He was an impatient person and if she wasn't there on time or no more than two minutes late he was out. He had better things to do with his time and more girls to find that would be more than willing to give him what he wanted. Lucky for that Lucy chick he caught sight of her coming in the bar and he spun around, drink in his hand so that he was facing the door and he gave her a small nod of approval after he gave her a once over. "I thought you were going to be a no show.

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notes: one down, four to go. xD

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[lucille]

boy you're dangerous
YOU'RE THE GUY I'D BE STUPID TO TRUST



TRISTAN DEGILIO , 703 WORDS , CLOTHING , COMPLETE

honestly, she did not know how she got herself into some of the situations that she did. Lucy had just been talking online and suddenly she had allowed herself to be talked into a night at the bar in the heart of New Haven. Lucy was no stranger to that bar. She'd actually witnessed a bar fight. It had been quite an experience, one she was not eager to repeat. Though she was no involved, she had gotten injured when flying glass had cut into her arm. It wasn't anything serious, but she'd had to go to the emergency room to get the glass picked out. It hadn't been pleasant, but it was something she looked back on, thankfully a lot wiser than she had been then. Lucy was determined not to make that mistake. With her attire for the night, it would certainly be a lot more difficult for her to get cut as her body was basically covered. It would be a shame for anyone hoping to catch a glimpse of anything. The only thing about her attire that may envoke lust was her strapless shirt, which showed quite a bit of cleavage. That was all and Lucy was quite comfortable the way she was. She was not looking for anything tonight other than to prove that she was not some anti-social bookworm like Tristan seemed to think. She went to Yale because she was intelligent, but that did not mean that she was boring. It was quite the contrary actually. She was found to be quite entertaining.

satisfied with her apperance, Lucy was on her way. The bar did not take long to get to and when she walked inside, she was disappointed, yet somewhat relieved, to find that it was rather dead. She had no trouble locating the bartender, Tristan. He was looking at her as she approached himl She ignored him comment, not even giggling. "I thought bartenders were meant to be behind the bar?" It did cross her mind that he had gotten off, but she just wanted to difficult. She smirked. It was a smirk that made most men who saw it melt. That did not cross her mind either. She was not trying to score, although she would have no problem with that shall it arise. Tristan was rather attractive, but there was someone who crossed her mind: Kaden. The two were nothing more than best friends who sometimes slept together. She owed him nothing, but she could no help but feel guilty sometimes. "So I guess I can't count on you to get me a drink, can I?" She did not wait for him to answer her question, instead she grabbed the drink from his hand and downed it. She returned the empty glass to his hand, smiling sweetly before leaning over the bar and waiting for service.

whoever had relieved him was awfully slow. She glanced back at Tristan and what she finally noticed made her do a double-take. Something was off, but she could not place it. She chewed her bottom lip for a moment, her eyes quickly scanning his face before she looked back over the bar. Had she been imagining things? The look in Tristan's eye had been one that she hadn't seen in a year. Lucy was experienced with drug users as her best friend had been one. She knew the signs and for a moment, she had thought she had seen them in Tristan's eyes. She firmly told herself that she had been imagining things. A distraction came when the bartender finally came to take her order. "Four tequila shots." Within moments the were down on the table. She slid two over to Tristan and she picked up one of her own. She winked at him before downing the shot. A chaser would have been nice, but she could do without. "Have I proved my point yet?" she asked him, smirking once more. The whole point of this meeting was for Lucy to show Tristan that she was not a boring, anti-social bookworm. She could have fun and she could be wild. She had her common sense, but she was quite capable of pushing it aside for a little while.

[tristan]

i suppose we'll all make our judgement calls

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Tristan had grew up right here in New Haven so most people knew that he was a bad influence and that he was the guy that you stayed away from unless you wanted drugs, some alcohol, to get laid or for him to take advantage of you. To be completely honesty he didn't even care anymore what people thought of him or how they acted when he was around. It was the life he had chosen for himself, it was no one else's fault and he had to take whatever issues that came with his lifestyle choice. It had been hard at first but half the time he was so jacked up on one drug or another that he didn't even notice it and now when he did he didn't care. In all honesty there wasn't much that this boy did care about apart from Zeke and Addie and well, of course his mother. Considering the amount of people he knew and the ones that he was supposed to care about you would think that he was well looked after but in all honesty he wasn't. He didn't have people he could call at two in the morning for help if he needed to. He had his brother and Addie, those two meant the world to him and he would do anything for them. Despite the fact that he was an extremely selfish guy it was different when it came to them.

As Tristan sat at the bar with a drink in hand he waited for the girl that he would spend the next couple of hours with to show up. When he did spot her and spoke he was actually quite disappointed in her taste of wardrobe, she left nothing that he could actually oogle at and he had to use his own imagination as to what could be underneath all of that clothing she had on. "When they're working, sure. I'm off though.

[/color]" He responded with a small smile and watched as she spoke again and then took his drink from him. He had to admit that he was rather shocked when she did but it didn't show on his face at all, instead he simply smiled at her and placed his empty glass on the bartop. "It'll seem that it's too late to answer that question seeing how you already took the liberty of stealing my drink.[/color]" He responded before turning around on the stool so that he was facing the bar once again and waited for one of his co-workers to come over and replenish their supply of drinks.

As his fingers traced outlines on the patterns that were on the bartop he could feel someone's eyes on him and he looked up, his gaze meeting with her own and he watched her curiously. He could tell that something was on her mind by the way she was looking at him but soon shrugged it off when her gaze was off him and focused on the drinks she was ordering. So she wanted one of the harder drinks, he was pretty impressed but it was going to do a lot more than a couple of shots to impress him. When she slid two over to him he picked up the first one and downed it, wrinkling his nose afterward from the strong taste. "Please, any girl could down a few shots.[/color]" He stated before placing the shot glass down and then picking up the other one and downing that as well. "How about we play a little game? See how far you're willing to go. I think it'll be fun.[/color]" Tristan had a couple of games in mind that the two of them could play but of course he was still doubting that she would actually want to play one of them. She was one of those bookworms after all, how much fun could she honestly want to have?[/justify][/blockquote]

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notes: baboom. ily <3

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[lucille]

boy you're dangerous
YOU'RE THE GUY I'D BE STUPID TO TRUST



TRISTAN DEGILIO , 789 WORDS , CLOTHING , COMPLETE

pathetic excuse. However, she let it slide and said nothing as she took a seat. She did not catch his disappointment at her attire, but had she, she would not have particularly cared. Lucy was not like every other girl out there. It was cold outside and she was not going to dress like a skank to gain the approval of something she did not know. If he liked slutty girls, he could go somewhere else to find one. Lucy had fun, she could be wild, but she had her dignity and had common sense. She was not going to walk around revealing everything she had to offer. She had learned that sometimes it was a good thing to leave something to the imagination. He would get a good view when she chose to take her jacket off anyway. Her cleavage was showed off perfectly in the strapless white top that was hidden underneath the leather jacket. A shock came to her when he didn't seem upset that she had downed his drink. Well, that was a positive surprise, but in her experience, most people did not appreciate that. It was like trying to steal bacon off a man's plate. It was quite an amusing sight seeing how territorial men could get about food. And girls. "Oops? What can I say, I was thirsty." Lucy winked at him and redirected her gaze to the bar. She was hoping service would pick up, especially as there was barely anyone there to serve. Luckily, Lucy had a back-up plan.

her eyes rolled towards the ceiling as he spoke. She had seen the brief look of approval on his face. She was not naive and knew this was probably just some game he was playing with her. Lucy could play along, but she also had in mind that she did not need his approval. If he thought she was some stupid bimbo who needed to be thought attractive, or cool by complete strangers, he had another thing coming. If things went in a direction she didn't like, Lucy would just up and leave. She did not care what he expected of her. He was a bartender, while she was in her last year at Yale. She was obviously the one who was better off and if he thought that he could play her, he had another thing coming. "Uh huh," she said to him with a sarcastic undertone, picking up the other drink and downing it, no look of distaste or discomfort on her pretty face as the shot burned down her throat. That was something she could hold over him. She could hold tequila better than he could. It was the college lifestyle. Just like any other, Lucy had indulged herself in it for her first year at Yale. She still did occasionally, but it was not as bad as it had been. She was not going to lose her chance at Yale so she could drink. It was not worth it. Her thinking was so typically Lucy. She could balance work and play and did a damn good job at it most of the time.

quirking her eyebrow at him, her head tilted, almost as if she were asking him to explain. She was curious, she couldn't deny that. She was hoping he didn't have some perverted idea implanted in his mind. She would leave. Lucy had Kaden to think about. She cared about him deeply, more than she should have, and even though they weren't dating or anything, she felt bad being with other people, even if he didn't feel the same way towards her that she did. He just seemed to get so worried, possessive, whenever she was with another guy. If she thought about it, she probably would've seen the reason behind it, but Lucy just thought it was him displaying his brotherly feelings for her. "I could be interested. Depends on what you have in mind." She looked for the bartender, but he was once again distracted. Lucy rolled her eyes and unzipped her jacket and slid it off, placing it over her bag. The top clung to her breasts, displaying a large amount of cleavage. She leant over the bar so the bartender would be able to see straight down her shirt when he looked over. She did not miss the look he gave her when she finally caught his attention. "Rum and coke." She looked at Tristan, waiting for him to make his order. They may as well both get a drink while she had the bartenders full attention. She would not be tipping him tonight, that was for sure. This was lousy service. Pathetic that she had to practically expose herself to get some service.

[tristan]

i suppose we'll all make our judgement calls

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When she stole his drink it didn't bother him because it wasn't like he couldn't get another one. They were at a bar after all and since he was an employee he could get a free drink if he really wanted one. Tristan wasn't much of a drinker, one here or there was fine but he barely ever got drunk. It was probably because of what he knew and what he saw his best friend deal with. He never wanted to be that guy and he knew with the drugs he already had in his system he would do some fucked up things but it would be worse if he added more alcohol than needed to the mix. It was kind of ironic how he worked at a bar but didn't drink all that much but it was whatever. At least he knew with his job he could cut people off when they seemed to have too much and he hoped that maybe he could stop them from doing things that Addie's father had done to her family. At her words he rolled his eyes but the smirk was still planted on his face as he did so. "Obviously.

[/color]" He responded as he let his gaze stay on her as she focused on the bartender. Leave it to Jake to give a girl slow service, that guy really shouldn't have been working there if you asked Tristan.

The girl that was beside him was someone whom he didn't know too well at all. One conversation could barely call them friends but from that one conversation he knew that she was well on her way to becoming someone great. She was older than he was and she was attending one of the most prestigious colleges in the country so obviously she was intelligent. In a way he envied her, she was going to college and she had a future ahead of her while he had thrown his away. It was his fault though, not hers. It was no one's fault but his own that he was here in his life and not somewhere else. The only good things about his life right now were his family and the girl that he loved: the girl he could not get out of his mind tonight. He could also tell that the girl beside him, Lucy, was someone who either drank a lot or at least frequently enough to not have the tequila bother her as she drank it. He watched her with a satisfied grin on his face, not many girls could pull it off, he was impressed. "Big drinker?[/color]"

Now onto what he wanted to do. He let his thoughts wander for a few moments trying to decide what to do. There were many possibilities but now the question was what exactly did he want to challenge her to do tonight? He ran his hand over the slight five o'clock shadow he had going on on his face before standing to his feet. "Gimme a bottle, Jake.[/color]" Tristan stated and waited for the slow bartender to pay attention to him. Once he did and handed him a bottle Tristan pulled over two of the shot glasses and picked them up before motioning to a booth over in the corner. "C'mon, college girl.[/color]" Left the young man's lips as he walked over to the booth and dropped down into it. "You ever play never have I ever?[/color]" He didn't wait for her to answer though before he poured some tequila into both of the shot glasses and slid one over to her. "You first.[/color]" It was a simple game and he figured it'd be god enough to start the night out with. He wanted to see how innocent she was first before he brought her into another game he had planned.[/font][/size][/justify][/blockquote]