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Post by Aiden Gallagher on Jul 27, 2009 19:54:23 GMT -6
Aiden worked his way towards a familiar street, one he passed many times in the past. The sky was dimming with the fading sun, eventually the stars began to peak out one after the other. He and Kathleen were surrounding by the night life; lights turning on from various of shops, people gathering around to greet and meet each other. Aiden glimpsed as people, most citizens of Russia, spoke- sometimes with another language. Around them, couples began to form and groups began emerge from every parts of town. There were hardly a single person left to themselves, most of which were either waiting for someone or a person who merely wanted to read a book alone.
Either way, Aiden stopped before a bar he had not yet been in. He wasn’t new when it came to life inside a bar, or more specifically what he called a pub. The professor searched around from the outside, noticing the bar was just opening and it’s customers began to enter. Aiden smiled at the sight, almost feeling he was back home and looked towards Kathleen. “Have you been to this place before?” He asked, hearing the music from the background.
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Post by kat murdock. on Jul 27, 2009 20:07:59 GMT -6
`PROFESSOR MURDOCK The busy nightlife of Derbent was breathtaking to Kat. That was one of the reasons she had choosen to move to a bigger city instead of a dingy tiny town that had nothing to offer her. The bustling of the city complimented her. She loved watching the various people moving from place to place to finish thier last minute shopping before turning in for the night. Then there was the other people who had just woken up and were ready to hit the nightclubs and local bars. Calmly, and silently, walking close to Aiden on the squeezed sidewalk until he stopped in front of an older looking building that read Petrovski Bar and Fine Dining.
"Have you been to this place before?"
Kat shook her head no. Looking inside the window, it looked comforting and calm inside. It would be a nice place to get out of the crowds. "Would you like to go inside?" She smiled and made a hand gesture to the building. "It looks just the place to go an take a load off," she added and opened a heavy wooden door. Upon opening the door, a bell rang and a plump, Russian man who was tending the bar looked up at them.
Word count is two one two My notes are Gosh...two hundred twelve words that accomplished nothing! xD [/blockquote]
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Post by Aiden Gallagher on Jul 28, 2009 18:01:20 GMT -6
"Would you like to go inside? It looks just the place to go an take a load off."
Aiden nodded as Kathleen questioned if he would like to go in. He grasped the wooden door behind the professor and he quietly slipped into the Bar; realizing how many people were already seating themselves and having a grand old time. When a Russian man looked up from his counter at the Bar, Aiden nodded, unsure if he might no been able to speak any English. Aiden, who has been in Russia less than a year, hardly knew the language-- only few of the most useless words.
Aiden stepped only a few feet until he reached the bar and swirled a circular chair around; if Kathleen wanted to sit at the bar or at a table. “Now here is the toughest question yet?” He playfully smiled, leaning against the counter as if he was about to solve one of the biggest questions of his life. “Shall we sit at the bar and have a fabulous view of the drinks or find ourselves a nice quieter place at a table?”
Aiden’s eyes scanned over the scenery, wondering how the drinks or food differ from Ireland. He hardly had anything that surpassed sparkling water since he found his father was a hardcore drunk, so it had been a long time since he found himself in a Bar that served more than soft beverages.
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Post by kat murdock. on Jul 28, 2009 18:21:14 GMT -6
`PROFESSOR MURDOCK "Now here is the toughest question yet. Shall we sit at the bar and have a fabulous view of the drinks or find ourselves a nice quieter place at a table?”
Kathleen glanced quickly around the already crowded establishment. Most couples or groups had decided to go the booth or table route, leaving plently of empty seats at the bar. Kathleen looked to her companion and then to the empty bar counter. "I think a bar seat will be just fine," she smiled and walked over to an empty chair.
The chubby bartender looked at her as she sat down. "Drink?" He spoke in a flawless Russian accent. Kathleen raised her eyebrow and looked to Aiden for an approval. "I don't know if I should," she asked questioningly, not knowing if she should drink or not, especially with a colleague she had just met.
Word count is one five seven. Notes are this post REALLY sucks. [/blockquote]
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Post by Aiden Gallagher on Jul 28, 2009 18:42:58 GMT -6
"I think a bar seat will be just fine,"
Aiden smiled at her request and only sat after Kathleen had gotten herself comfortable at the counter. He slid into the chair, looking closely at each of the drinks displayed behind the barkeeper. His eyes scanned at the liquor, some he couldn’t pronounce and the others he remembered as a teen. Eventually, after he finished glancing over the drinks, Aiden searched his eyes over to Kathleen when the Russian man asked if she or he wanted anything to drink.
"I don't know if I should,"
Aiden lift an eye brow when he saw the hesitation in the eyes of Kathleen. They were at a bar, sure, but thinking of a woman who seemed very charming and classy never struck him the type to actually drink. His lips were drawn to a line when she seem to want the drink, almost amused by her indecisiveness. “There is a time you need to let lose; so if you want, go ahead.” Aiden urged, allowing Kathleen to know it wouldn’t bother him at all. Aiden looked to the man and lifted his voice to be heard over the chatter. “I’ll just have some coffee, black please.” This was Aiden’s stress reliever; while some people drank wine or beer, he mostly drank coffee. He wasn’t stress at that moment, but the idea of something warm sounded good to him. No matter what the weather was outside.
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Post by kat murdock. on Jul 28, 2009 18:55:43 GMT -6
`PROFESSOR MURDOCK "There is a time you need to let lose; so if you want, go ahead. I’ll just have some coffee, black please.”
"If you insist," she said in a light voice. Her grey eyes danced with happiness, almost like a little child's in a candy store. Her intial alcoholic beverage choice would be a nice French wine, expensive and old. Just as she was about to order she remembered she was in Russia, not Paris. And a bar, not a five star restaurant. "I'll have a Grey Goose then," she told the bartender who went to work on their order right away.
"So," she said turning sideways, leaning her arm on the counter. Her position allowed a small of amount of cleavage to be revealed. "What got you interested in Bolstov? Obviously it's probably not someone's first choice to teach at."
Word count is one six one [/blockquote]
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Post by Aiden Gallagher on Jul 28, 2009 19:22:46 GMT -6
"What got you interested in Bolstov? Obviously it's probably not someone's first choice to teach at."
Aiden looked up from the counter and back to Kathleen once she asked her question. He seem to take a few short moments, looking for the right answers before speaking aloud. There happened various of reasons, each differ on the type situation and how one looked them. “I suppose the first reason I took a job at Bolstov is because I use to travel frequently in my years living Ireland. But one place I never had the chance to visit was Russia.” Aiden smiled when the Russian man laid down a steamy mug of coffee, and added a thanks while turning his attention towards Kathleen.
“So here I am, the rest really boring.” He finished, before taking a sip before recognizing it was well too hot for someone to drink. He hissed at his stupidity and bit his tongue until the pain faded. The professor pushed the mug back at a distance so to reminded not to make the same mistake twice. He chuckled as an apology and turned the conversation to Kathleen. “So what about you? You must have an interesting story behind your archery and becoming a professor here.”
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Post by kat murdock. on Jul 28, 2009 19:39:24 GMT -6
`PROFESSOR MURDOCK "“I suppose the first reason I took a job at Bolstov is because I use to travel frequently in my years living Ireland. But one place I never had the chance to visit was Russia.”
Kathleen nodded approvingly at his answers. Traveling, well that was at least something they saw eye to eye on. The bartender placed her drink on her a coaster and slid it in front of her. Repositioning herself so she was sitting crosslegged, but still facing Aiden.
“So here I am, the rest really boring.”
Kathleen chimed in with his laughter. "Surely it's not! There must be something more interesting than that about you?"
"So what about you? You must have an interesting story behind your archery and becoming a professor here.”
Kat took a sip of her drink before answering his question. Even after, it took her a few moments to answer. She glanced down at the almost empty drink hoping something would be written there that she could say. Why exactly did she start archery? Kat looked back to Aiden and saw he was still awaiting her answer. "Well," she began gazing straight ahead of her, "it probably all began with my dad. I'm part Lituanian and in the neighborhood I grew up they were big archers. I remember one time he took me to this one competition one year and it just sort of," she fumbled for a word. "I guess it clicked with me. From then on I could almost always be found with a bow in my hand."
Kat took the last sip of the drink and realized it was gone. "Bartender, may I please have another?" She asked politely before resting her eyes back on Aiden.
Word count is three one one. My notes are we need to move this thing along! Some drama needs to happen! [/blockquote]
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Post by Aiden Gallagher on Jul 28, 2009 19:56:54 GMT -6
Aiden listened carefully to her story, word to word as she began to speak of her neighborhood and father. He leaned in closer and soon minutes passed, each of them talked about various of things. Soon his coffee was gone and the bartender gave Kathleen another drink after she finished off her first. The crowd began to think out and by the time the clock chimed 24:00, or in other words midnight, Aiden glanced his eyes from the lady professor to his watch; now suddenly aware of the time. Aiden pushed his mug to the bartender and pulled out the exact currency for his drink and Kathleen, plus the tip for the Russian male.
“I suppose we best be off,” The professor spoke, pushing himself up from the chair and away from the counter. “Why don’t I walk you home, if isn’t too much of a hassle.” He suggested, wondered how well the girl could hold her liquor. He didn’t doubt her ability, he even questioned his ability, but to be on the safe side. He lend an open arm to lead her back home, to rest .
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Post by kat murdock. on Jul 28, 2009 20:10:19 GMT -6
`PROFESSOR MURDOCK After telling her story, the two became engorged in conversation and Kat didn't want this evening to end. It seemed weird at first to her. That she actually enjoyed the company of a male companion since her ex-fiance, Matt, but then it all came naturally to her. Then Aiden glanced at his watch, announcing it was already midnight.
"“I suppose we best be off. Why don’t I walk you home, if isn’t too much of a hassle." [/b] Kat grinned and slid off the barstool. 'Gosh, he looks so cute.' Kat thought to herself. Then it hit her, was she thinking right or had those few alcoholic drinks gotten to her? After all, she had only just met him about about seven hours ago, but it had seemed like she had known him for years, even if that was a cliche. "I think that would be a good ide-" It had been years since Kat had drunk more than one glass of wine at once and she had a feeling it was going to be like her twenty-first birthday all over again. "I'm gonna--" Immediately she clapsed her hand over her mouth and ran to the bathroom. The nearest open stall was where she let the vomitted up alcohol go. She slid down the side of the metal stall until she hit the floor. A hot sting of tears came to her face. "Why did she have to puke at a time like this?"Word count is two six one.[/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Aiden Gallagher on Jul 29, 2009 11:30:31 GMT -6
"I think that would be a good ide-"
Aiden shifted his weight so he would be directly behind Kathleen and had intentions on escorting her out. But before he had even the slightest chance touching her, Kathleen already dashed from her seat and towards the ladies room. The man simply stood there, with hands on the back of her chair. The sight of a professor running and dodging people may have seemed amusing at the thought, but the concern was written across the guy’s features.
Aiden took after Kathleen, avoiding people’s strange looks as he leaned towards the ladies restroom and away from the men’s. He pushed an ear against the door, only to have the attempt fail. The man merely shrugged and opened the door leading to the woman’s washroom, hearing the faint sounds of unfortunate disagreement. Aiden guided himself from the entrance to find the stall Kathleen was located in; slumped against the toilet and leaning over the rim.
He lend a gentle hand and patted her against the back, not sure if it’d help or not. The only times he’s been drunk were the few times he couldn’t remember the previous night or even the next day. The writing professor knelt down beside the archery professor, shifting his fingers through her golden locks; keeping the lose strands away from her mouth. “You know, there’s something sexy about a woman over a toilet,” Aiden spoke hoping to make his friend feel at least a little better; keeping his voice quiet, so that his it wouldn’t cause her ears sensitivity or to ache.
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Post by kat murdock. on Jul 29, 2009 11:47:30 GMT -6
`PROFESSOR MURDOCK Kathleen had finished vomitting and she hoped that that was the last of it. The ladies' restroom door had opened and closed and Kat hoped it wasn't another woman. God only knows how fast word of a professor at Bolstov throwing up in a toilet at a local bar would travel. Much to her relief, it was Aiden. "You don't have to wait for me," she said wiping her mouth on her arm, but it seemed like he had ignored that.
“You know, there’s something sexy about a woman over a toilet."
Kat tried hard not to laugh at him. Was he saying this just to comfort her or did he really find a woman hunched over a toilet sexy? She leaned her back up against the side of the stall and closed her eyes. "Thanks," she said as politely as one could in her situation, "but I truly doubt that." The corners of her mouth turned up in a smile.
Word count is one seven six [/blockquote]
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Post by Aiden Gallagher on Jul 29, 2009 12:10:37 GMT -6
"You don't have to wait for me,"
Aiden clicked his tongue, watching Kathleen lean against the stall to finally rest. He shook his head slowly in disagreement, pushing a lose strand from her eyes. “If I had left you, you wouldn’t think too highly of me.” He replied, crouched to the floor so that he may view Kathleen’s profile better. There was a noise from the entrance of the women’s bathroom, as a lady entered to find a male practically sitting on the floor. Aiden only smiled and wave, as if it was the most common thing in the world to be doing-- blocking the entrance to a women’s stall and talking to what appeared to be a lady. The elderly woman spoke something in Russian before going back outside. Aiden returned his look towards Kathleen, giving her a reassuring smile. “I can’t have you think negatives thoughts about me. Think how awkward it will be at parties I intend to attending.”
“Thanks, but I truly doubt that."
“Where’s your trust?” Aiden pouted playfully, looking as he were wounded at her gesture. “If I were in your place, head hanging low and sweating at the brow, you wouldn’t think I would be sexy?” He asked, lifting an eye brow before winking. Flirting for the first time, at least openly, Aiden smiled gingerly before standing to his full height. He held out a hand, but waited a few moments in case Kathleen still had the urge to return to the toilet. “Need a lift up?” He questioned, a slight flirtatious shimmer in his eye.
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Post by kat murdock. on Jul 29, 2009 12:23:32 GMT -6
`PROFESSOR MURDOCK “If I had left you, you wouldn’t think too highly of me.”
Kat nodded her head in agreement with Aiden. "That's true. I wouldn't."
“I can’t have you think negatives thoughts about me. Think how awkward it will be at parties I intend to attending.”
Kat through her head back and laughed. The sound of her laughter echoed off the walls in the bathroom, magnifying it a few decibels. "I really doubt you'd be getting any invitations," she joked and leaned her head towards Aiden. Her short blond hair fell just over her grey eyes in a messy sort of way.
“If I were in your place, head hanging low and sweating at the brow, you wouldn’t think I would be sexy?”
Was he serious, or joking? Kathleen's heart began to beat in a faster, rhythmic way. What did he want her to say and would he take it seriously? She mulled over her thoughts for a moment before opening her mouth to speak. "I suppose that would be kind of sexy," she winked back at him, "just as long as vomit wasn't hanging out of your mouth!"
“Need a lift up?”
She shook her head 'no'. "I'm quite capable of standing up on my own," she said pushing herself up from the toilet. "See?" She held her arms out in a 'tada!' sort of way as she managed to stand up on her own.
Word count is two six four. [/b][/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Aiden Gallagher on Jul 29, 2009 12:57:28 GMT -6
“I really doubt you'd be getting any invitations,"
Aiden lift his brows in a manner of fashion, as if he were to say ‘oh, really?’ Her playfulness caught his interest and was quite please to learn she wasn’t just a woman who wanted to please everyone. She had some fiery sass to her; behind her polite, day to day professor persona. The writing teacher merely chuckled, responding with a ‘that’s not nice’ comment.
"I suppose that would be kind of sexy just as long as vomit wasn't hanging out of your mouth!"
“That’s hot.” Aiden replied. Only hours ago, he lost his guitar, but now the idea of his musical instrument was far from his mind. Early that morning, he thought the day would only repeat itself. There was no way no earth he’d guess himself to be in the women’s bathroom with a professor he only meant that same afternoon.
"I'm quite capable of standing up on my own, See?"
Aiden took a few steps back, arms tucked close to his chest, watching in admiration. Than he brought a hand to his chin, almost as if he were critiquing a piece of art. There were a few ‘hmms’, before the professor’s eyes lit up almost devilish, a scheme working in the corners of his mind. “Yes, I admit you can stand.” He remarked slyly, his lips drawn to a smirk. “But is the lady able to walk home?” In seconds, the male attempted to lift Kathleen up from underneath her shoulders and knees, trying an effort in hoisting the archery professor into the air and against his chest. “We mustn’t take any risks, m’lady. I would only blame myself if something were to happen to you.” Aiden replied in the process, his Ireland accent thick with a devious tone.
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