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Post by Russ & Demo Schott on Apr 19, 2009 7:58:36 GMT -7
Russ walked into the bar in his nicely fitting white t-shirt and dark jeans. His hair was just whatever, and his hands were stuffed in his pockets. He walked up to the bar and rested his fore-arms on the table. He looked around for any attractive girls, but didn't find much. And this would be why I hate small towns. He thought to himself. There's no variety! He turned towards the dance floor, still resting against the bar as he waited for a bar tender and watched the girls dance with each other, all in their skirts with their cowboy boots and a tank top, the skirts too long, and the shirts, revealing nothing. He shook his head. At least in Lincoln there was more than this. He thought as he turned back to the bar. |
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Post by Eliza Jones on Apr 19, 2009 16:12:11 GMT -7
Right now, she was getting used to the people at the bar... always the same faces. She couldn't complain, the people here were very nice, which made her life easy. After all, if all of them were complete jerks it would become quite painfull to see their faces every day. Today, Eliza was wearing a black shirt along with something she hadn't wear in a long long time, a short denim mini-skirt. Unlike the other girls she could see, she wasn't wearing cowboy boots, but her faourite black pumps.
Still, it pained her to see the lack of variety... people just, well, looked the same. Being a city girl had gotten her used to see all sorts of things... over here there weren't all sorts of things. Just plain regular. A sigh escaped red lips as she served yet another regular. Things were how they were supposed to be. Eliza was so immersed in her thoughts that she barely didn't see the young man walking in until he sat down. A casual smile placed itself upon red lips as she aproached him "What can i get you?"
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Post by Russ & Demo Schott on Apr 19, 2009 16:37:58 GMT -7
Russ watched as the bartender seemed to float her way over to him. He smiled as he watched a smile crawl across her red lips. Now here, is something different. He thought to himself, glad that not every girl in this small town was the same.
"You got any Fat Tire?" He asked her, speaking the name of his favorite beer. If he had to taste one more Coors or Bud Light, he may just hurl. That's all that Demo had bought for the move out here, and it made Russ nautious. He leaned his weight back onto the bar, as he waited for the response of the bar tender. He noticed that she wasn't wearing boots like everyone else in the town.
"You're not from around here, are you?" He asked, the accusation coming from her shoe choice. Any other girl that had been brought up in a small town wouldn't dare to go out without their boots. And he would know, he has been around plenty of small town girls. |
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Post by Eliza Jones on Apr 20, 2009 6:26:34 GMT -7
And thoughtful look crossed Eliza's face as she heard the beer's name. It wasn't long before she nodded "Yes, I'll bring you one" she added, still smiling.
She had already turned around but was stopped with the boy's second question. Facing him once again, she stared down at herself, than at some of the girls that were dancing, than back at herself. Looking back up at him, she grinned "It's the shoes isn't it?" she asked, knowing perfectly it had been probably the shoes. But hey, you couldn't blame her, after all, she wasn't that fond of wearing cowboy boots almost every day... "No, I just moved here recently..." she added.
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Post by Russ & Demo Schott on Apr 20, 2009 7:29:47 GMT -7
Russ smiled as she turned to get him his beer, and nodded at her question.
"Oh yes, it's most definitely the shoes." He said as he looked back to the girls on the dance floor. She was the only girl in this place without her boots on.
"Not a big fan of boots?" He asked, looking back to her, taking a drink of the beer from the bottle. He hated the boots himself, he didn't understand them and why everyone thought they were so great. He set down the beer when she told him she had just moved here.
"Where'd you move from?" |
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Post by Eliza Jones on Apr 20, 2009 10:11:20 GMT -7
Green eyes sparkled as Eliza laughed "And here I was thinking I could get away with this" she said with a small sigh. She nodded when he asked her about the boots. Well, she couldn't say that she hated them... but she didn't love them either "It's not the boots that I don't like. It's wearing the same thing over and over again" She had always been used to variety, and she was happy with having loads of different stuff around her. Everything here looked so... standardized.
A smirk found its way to her lips as she was asked the dreaded question let's see how it goes this time she though to herself "I moved from New York". A single statement, and she managed to make it sound so simple, almost as if moving from NY to a small town such as this was the most common thing to do.
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Post by Russ & Demo Schott on Apr 20, 2009 10:27:51 GMT -7
Russ nodded. "Variety is a very good thing." He said, even though he didn't have much of it himself, but there weren't very many comfortable things that a guy could wear... It's not like they had skirts and dresses and capris, well, they could have those, but, Russ just wasn't into cross-dressing.
Russ got interested as she said that she had moved from New York. "New York, huh?" He asked, wishing he could have had an interesting life, or lived in an interesting place. He had just moved from one small town to the next. "How'd you like it there?" Not really knowing if he was allowed to ask why, some people had some pretty personal reasons for moving. He took another refreshing drink from the cold bottle as he waited for her to speak. |
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Post by Eliza Jones on Apr 20, 2009 10:47:50 GMT -7
"Indeed it is" she replied, tucking some loose strands of her long dark brown hair behind her ear.
Another sigh escaped her lips, giving place to a smile "I loved it there... my whole life was there and it was great" She still loved NY. After all, she had grown up there... she still wondered exactly why did she had to move even though she knew that in the light of the recent events it wouldn't be healthy for her to stay there.
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Post by Russ & Demo Schott on Apr 20, 2009 10:54:14 GMT -7
Russ nodded. "So, um, why'd you move here then?" He said, quickly adding "I mean, if it's not too personal. I don't mean to pry. I don't even know your name." He said quickly, hoping that he hadn't pushed any wrong buttons or anything.
And this is why you don't talk to the bartenders. He thought to himself, in a small town like this, there were probably only a few workers here, and he figured he would probably be seeing this mysterious beauty a lot, so it would be best to not upset her and screw things up. |
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Post by Eliza Jones on Apr 20, 2009 11:08:09 GMT -7
Of course it was personal, but she didn't mind answer it anyway. With the short version, and less gruesome one too. But she laughed. Yep, here she was, talking to yet another stranger without even knowing his name "I'm Elizabeth. Ann sometimes, Eliza almost every time but never Elizabeth" how she disliked her name... at home and with most her friends she had been called Ann, so she preferred it to the endless torture of listening to Elizabeth, and Eliza too, she liked Eliza.
"My move here was due to personal reasons. That awesome thing we call life decided to slap me in the face" it was the simplest of ways to put it. Not to mention she wasn't going to tell him her full story just like that
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Post by Russ & Demo Schott on Apr 20, 2009 11:18:39 GMT -7
Russ smiled. "Nice to meet you Ann, Eliza." He said, saying both nick-names, he hadn't decided which he liked best for her, but he thought that Elizabeth just seemed to formal, and not matching the red lip stick. "I'm Russ. Just plain old Russ, no nick names." He said with a defiant nod.
"Yeah, life likes to do that sometimes." He said, not really speaking from personal experience, sure he had been slapped in the face before, but in a small-town boy kind of way, which was probably different than in a way that a New Yorker was slapped in the face. Different places, different lives, different cultures, different slaps. |
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Post by Eliza Jones on Apr 20, 2009 11:34:46 GMT -7
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Russ" she said smiling, while she served another costumer. A short nod followed his statement, even though something told her that he wasn't talking from his own experience.
Up till now, she hadn't been nosy about him, being her normal self, only a little bit warmer... well, it came with the job. After all, you wouldn't do very good if you always appeared to be in your own little world, not caring with the people around her. You couldn't blame her, it was her way of being. She'd rather keep her distance instead of diving right into something, especially when it came to people and relationships. A inner snort greeted her as soon as she thought about Brian... if that hadn't been a dive, she didn't know what it had been more like a leap to death from the highest board at a swimming pool. But now that she had been asked questions about herself, she felt it was her turn "What about you Russ, what brought you to the lovely town of Greenspring Briar?"
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Post by Russ & Demo Schott on Apr 20, 2009 11:46:56 GMT -7
Russ took another drink of the Fat Tiar as Ann/Eliza served another customer. "Who knows, really?" He said in response to her question. Truly, not sure of why he had moved here. "My brother, I guess." He said, thinking about his answer.
The truth was, he hadn't given it much thought of why he was here. He hated small towns, but his brother was his best friend, they'd never been apart, and for some reason, this is where they had chosen to live. |
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Post by Eliza Jones on Apr 20, 2009 11:55:10 GMT -7
Eliza nodded, she would gladly have one of those. Brothers of course. She was an only child and her parents had died when she was 18, so she had pretty much kept to herself... And it was clear that Russ liked his brother very much because he didn't seem the type of guy who really enjoys living in small towns "Something tells me, you didn't like moving that much" she spoke, hoping she had misread him or anything. That would be awkward, not to mention embarrassing for both of them.
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Post by Russ & Demo Schott on Apr 20, 2009 12:01:00 GMT -7
Russ shrugged. "I don't mind the moving as much as the moving from one small town to another. I'm kinda done with the whole small town thing, ya know?" He asked, even though he knew she probably didn't, she had just moved here from New York, which was no small town, or a town at all.
"Change is good, but this move didn't consist of much change." He said, feeling as though he was rambling. He took another drink of Fat Tire, it was a little more than half way gone. This was a good night, just hanging out at the bar, talking to the bartender. No stress, no impressing. |
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Post by Eliza Jones on Apr 20, 2009 12:17:10 GMT -7
She nodded, knowing ti could be frustrating, but not exactly understanding his feelings. It had been hard enough to make the change, but she thought that it might be worse when all you know is this and you can't get to anything else. If might be frustrating.
"I think I understand the feeling. At least some of it" she said smiling. Her words were honest, not just something you say to be nice. She never did that, and didn't like it when people did it. Not to mention, she did know the feeling of wanting something but not being able to have it. It was in a different level, but the feeling was the same.
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Post by Russ & Demo Schott on Apr 20, 2009 12:21:26 GMT -7
"Yeah, not so much fun." He said with a sigh. "But, my brother is my best friend, and we've never been apart. I couldn't move to another state without him." He said, thinking he sounded kind of pathetic and like a lonely whimp, but whatever. He could deal.
"You like working at the bar?" He asked curiously, trying to change the subject of change and moving. |
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Post by Eliza Jones on Apr 20, 2009 13:24:52 GMT -7
The bartender nodded solemnly, understanding his will to stay with his brother and she laughed a little when he asked the question. "I can't say I don't like it, but it's different from what I was used to" not to mention that the didn't exactly need the money with all she had left from her parents... working was something like an hobby, something she did to pass time. Still she would have to find a decent job, not that she had anything against being a bartender. But once she could finish her architecture major, she would have to get a fitting job for it.
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Post by Russ & Demo Schott on Apr 20, 2009 13:37:21 GMT -7
"Yeah, seems like everything here would be different from what you're used to though." Russ said with a shrug, finishing off his beer and setting it down on the bar. Everything here was sadly, exactly what he was used to, except for Eliza, there were no New Yorkers in Lincoln, and he was surprised that there was one here. |
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Post by Eliza Jones on Apr 20, 2009 15:44:36 GMT -7
Eliza shrugged too "I guess. But that depends... even what looks the same, can be new. It depends on how you look at it" she said, not quite sure about the nature of her own words. She picked up the empty beer botle "Another one?" she asked, trying to find a new subject to talk about. She knew very well that sometimes it was best not to talk about some things.
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