It Was Something I Said

[Denali Evelin]

Randy

It was seemingly strange that Randy would retreat his rocker self to a cloud of smoke. A bar, the very place he matured with Azule and they very place where she taught him how to smoke pot. Oh but those bad times! But not all of his history was the golden days. Those were the ones that he preferred to forget for all eternity, to start his real life of love. And yet Randy knew he had felt love once before. Perhaps her soft estuary still vacillated by his mouth.
A large crack of balls from the pool tables and the show strumming of an electric guitar lingered behind from where he rested atop a leather and steel bar stool. Randy imbibed his vodka showily and chewed the ends of the cheery stems. Sometimes he thought that he had too much time on his hands and that his naked secret passion for tricking was painfully tangible to everybody he talked to. He might as well where a excessive big pink sign saying I love horses so that makes me gay! No, that wasn’t Randy, apparently sane sensible guys like him were supposed to ride motorcycles and buy Skol.
Refill sir? A racked woman that indicated that she was in her mid 30s gave a yellowed smile at Randy. Her face was caked with oily make up and navy eye shadow. Perhaps one the living specimen of a 50s prostitute.
Blinking up at her Randy responded, Yeah sure, make it a double will you? He fiddled with his multiple rings that draped themselves like curtains upon his long white fingers, sighed and let the smoky atmosphere fill his lungs.

[Abbi.♥]

~EMALEE`

Puffs of smoke fluttered out the door as the bells jingled. Emalee let herself in the Bubbling Bronze and sauntered over to the bar counter. The black leather bar stool stuck to her thighs which were uncovered by her extra short jean shorts. She kicked the wood counter and tapped her black finger nails on the counter until a older woman came up to her with a smirk and terrible BO. "How can I help you?" Emalee giggled and pointed to a strawberry margarita. The woman stomped off and came back a second later. Emalee sipped her drink and looked around at the pool tables. She hadn't seen Andy in a while and really missed him. She had been so busy with her work she had to just chill with the relationship bit. The twenty-two year old grinned and sipped more of her margarita. Maybe now since her work has died down she might actually get to be into a relationship more and get serious. She sighed and looked around for something more interesting to do than to frown and get drunk.

[Denali Evelin]

Randy

After about his fourth shot of straight vodka Randy was successfully at a slight tipsiness. He scanned around once again with dizzy optics, noticing a neon wall clock of a walrus and a large tray filled with purple sand and cigarette buds. As he attained his fifth shot he saw Emalee sitting and sipping her Margarita.
Smiling he stumbled over to where she sat. It was difficult to keep his hands to himself, to not kiss her hair or nibble her ear in public. He brushed his fingers along her naked arm as he began to take the seat between Emalee and a shaggy corrupt man with a grey beard and tired black eyes.
Hey miss, put her drink on my check, Randy called out to the bar tender. Randy did nothing but stare, and an occasional beam at his girl friend. It was almost like some strange African voo-do of mind speaking. Randy only waited and thought fondly of Emalee, blocking the fact that it scared him that each loving glance put him in hysteria. He hated this girl but yet he couldn’t live without her. Even 10 years ago, his dark history of murder haunted him. Promising himself he would never hurt Emalee, he knew what he had to do.

[Abbi.♥]

~EMALEE`

After the second drink of margarita Emalee felt a bit ditzy. Of course she was always one to get drunk or buzzed easily, but never this. Did the bar tender put some vodka in her drink or something? She was dozing off watching the bar tenders work when a finger brushed her arm and she heard a husky familiar voice. She grinned and turned towards Andy. She missed his smell and the sound of his voice all the time he'd been gone. She looked into his eyes as she sipped her margarita again. Suddenly she took his neck into her hands and caressed it while she kissed him once on the lips. She restrained herself and pulled back, making him want more. "I've missed you." She said simply. She leaned in a whispered "I love you" into his ear. She grinned and took his hand under the bar table. "Another round, please?" She called to the waiter and looked lovingly back at her soul mate.

[Denali Evelin]

Randy

Her smell even intoxicated him, and even though taken back by her hard kiss he smiled under it and wisped a soft blond lock behind her ear. She pulled away, too short he thought. The other thing he loved about her was that even though she teased him like he was a damned cat under her peacock feather she knew when to say when.
Randy hardly noticed her lyrical voice under a loud crack of the pool balls and the progressing strumming of yet the same guitar. I’ve missed you too, his optics were calm as he searched her profile.
I love you more, Randy chuckled slightly and stroked her hand under the bar, taking in his lap. Randy didn’t want any more vodka surprisingly. If he let loose and actually got drunk, he would surreally loose control, to forget all actions.
Reaching into his black leather pocket he fingered the small velvet box with his lifelong decision hidden inside. Ever since last week he carried it in his pocket, seemingly like he never wanted to give it to her. But yet he did, she had to run with his heart and whatever happened, happened. They would have a daughter, grow old and she would get mettapause then a few later they would die. Is that really how he wanted to spend his life? Would she really be able to free him to adour and amour?
I really do. Hey want to play pool? Randy wrapped his finger around his necklace and grinned at her, waiting for an answer.

[Abbi.♥]

~EMALEE`

Emalee smiled at him and leaned over to kiss him once more. He was perfect for her in every way and they went together like two puzzle pieces. She nodded ever so slightly to his question and kissed him as she stood up. They ignored the waiter with their bill and went over to the pool table, racking em up and starting it off. After the first hit, Emalee silently called solids and made in the orange solid. She grinned and leaned on the pool stick blowing off an invisible cigarette and waited for Andy to call his stripes. She smiled and came around to his side and wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his neck. She was all about sexy romance, and so far he loved it as she could tell. All she wanted was to be with him every day. She though about moving into his bigger place but wanted to wait until things got more serious rather than just boyfriend and girlfriend. She moved away before he got too excited and waited again with invisible hearts in her eyes for her gorgeous boyfriend to shoot.

[Denali Evelin]

Randy

Who told you that you could have solids, little pool shark? Randy gave Em a sideways glance through a sheet of black hair to see her oh so gracefully blow of the tip of her stick. Chalking his own with the green pool chalk he stroked her arms as she hugged his waist and pecked his neck. Randy simpered at her when she bounded back over to the right side of the table.
He leaned over the burgundy and Mahogany table letting his necklace fall across it and resting the stick on his middle finger aimed at the relentlessly battered que ball. Only scattering a few of the higher stripes he stood up with slight disappointment.
Well shit, he mumbled under his breath. Want to top that love? Randy bit his lip and gave a sexy snarl toward Emalee.
Randy went to stand next to Emalee. He pulled her long blond hair on one side of her neck and kissed a freckle at the nape between her jaw and ear lobe. Slowly he progressed down to her collar bone and stopped remembering that they were in public. He backed away and diverted against the wall, awaiting her turn.

[Abbi.♥]

~EMALEE`

"The pool stick." She grinned. Emalee winked at him and watched his move. He didn't get anywhere and she could tell he was disappointed. She smiled and looked in his direction. He was coming towards her. Emalee leaned on the wall and he stood beside her. As he kissed her down to her collar bone she smiled. He stopped and even though Emalee didn't want him to, it was for the best. The would have plenty of time for this later. When he backed off she took the green chalk and chalked her stick. She lined up for the purple solid and missed, hitting in the white ball. "Your turn, pool champion." She said sarcastically. She ticked his neck as she wooshed by him and giggled as he cringed with excitement. Another few rounds and hopefully they would go out to dinner or a ride. Emalee could use a good ride. She put on a fake-ish smile and waited for the game to be over.

[Denali Evelin]

Randy

Randy pursed his lips as his exquisite partner hit in the que. He loved her obvious naked passion for what she did. If she had a goal, the subjugation was not far behind. But also the irony of meeting at the Bubbling Bronze, almost like she clandestinely planned this somehow. Fawning over her, he picked up the que and connected eyes with Emelee.
You see now, if I still wanted to play I would be able to put this ball anywhere I wanted between these three dots, Randy winked, allocated the ball on the green felt and filed over to where his own exclusive blond goddess stood.
But let’s ditch this place, and finish the game another time, what do you say? Whispering in her ear he took a brine breath of the smokey atmosphere. Somewhere across the room cheering took the place of glass mugs clicking together and a bird chirped as a beer bellied old inebriated man sang a happy sugary tune.
Randy’s long black polished finger nail traced an invisible line up her arm, he tempted her with emotionless optics as he slowly grasped her hand and whisked her across to the weathered door way.

OOC- Sorry i wanted to do a better post