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Post by Isaac Alexander Frost -- on Nov 7, 2011 20:51:58 GMT -5
Isaac kicked back another drink and flinched as the rough liquid ran down his throat. Flipping over the shot glass, the third in what was hopefully going to be a long line, the blonde rubbed his forehead with a hand. The drinks could be considered a horrible idea and a waste of the little money that Isaac had but he needed something to take the sting away. Moving away from Illinois, from a well-known school that had promised him a future and into this godforsaken place. Granted, Isaac hadn’t given NHU much of a chance thus far, he still wasn’t happy about the transfer. Also, it was too hot. The humidity had already started its slow and brutal murder of Isaac. Tugging at the collar of his t-shirt, in his drunken state, he was half-considering taking it off. “Doesn’t this place have air conditioning?” He complained, taking the new shot that had been pushed his way. The noise of the bar on a Friday night pounded against his ears and Isaac cursed the fact that in about a week of attending NHU, he had not had any chances to make friends. His time was spent with classes and scrambling to keep his scholarship because without it, he would be on the streets. His father wasn’t about to support him and without a degree he would have one hell of a time finding a job. The edge was taken off of the noise once Isaac swallowed his next drink. Out of the corner of his eye, Isaac finally spotted his distraction. A decent looking girl, alone at the bar with a drink in hand, just his type and she was shorter than he was. That last one always seemed to be necessary for girls that stood four or five inches taller than him often rejected him on the spot. He moved to stand from his stool when a hulking shape of a former football quarterback stumbled out of the bathroom and put his club-like arm around the girl’s shoulders. His appearance shouted boyfriend and Isaac immediately sat back down. Standing at only five feet and five inches and the muscular build of a twelve year old, he didn’t stand a chance. Also sneaking a glance at the guy’s fists brought the ugly image of a snapped jaw to mind. “Nevermind.” Isaac sighed and twisted the glass, mussing up the counter with a ring of moisture. He took another look around the bar and as he scoped out the girls, he noticed not a single person had spared him a glance. Not a single person had an interest in the lonely guy at the bar. It was in that moment that Isaac needed to do something spectacular to get noticed, something that would travel through the gossip wire like wildfire. Except what? Isaac didn’t have a clue. words | 475
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Post by nicholas james o'riley • on Nov 7, 2011 21:43:30 GMT -5
[height] ''Hey, Nick. How're you?''The bartender glanced up from stacking the used glasses in the small sink at his waist, he gave a small side-smirk at the group of girls who entered the bar. Then went back to his work until they strolled up to the bar, throwing the brown towel over his shoulder on his black button up shirt (uniform), he flashed another smile at his regulars and grabbed four martini glasses for each of them. Flipping the bottles over his shoulders and his arms discreetly in typical bartender entertainment fare, he poured their drinks and rested both of his hands on the counter and glanced down at them. As they took their drinks he greeted them. ''Evening ladies,''One of the girls payed for the drinks and reached forward and slid a tip into the pocket of his shirt and he gave a small chuckle and gently gave a small shake of his head. The girls laughed gently, and then walked off to go join the fanfare that was happening down away from the bar. Nick, taking the tip out of his shirt and into his back pocket, turned to notice another guy at the bar who had knocked down one of the few drinks he had already had, taking the same bottle of the rough liquid that he had previously ordered, Nick walked up. ''Another round?''[height]
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Post by Isaac Alexander Frost -- on Nov 7, 2011 22:07:00 GMT -5
‘'Evening ladies,''
It was hard to stir hatred in Isaac. While he was hurt if insulted and could hold a grudge, hatred was a tough emotion for him to feel, especially this early on but the bartender.
In Isaac’s vision, he nearly pounced on the group of girls as they entered the bar. He served them their drinks and one girl paid, even slipping extra bills in his shirt pocket. The bartender had an easy smile, good-looking face, and while that was fine and dandy, Isaac usually preferred his friends to have good faces. It was the height that bothered Isaac.
Isaac wasn’t short; he preferred the term ‘vertically-challenged’. It was an obstacle he had to overcome each day and he viewed it as a reason to try his hardest with the ladies. It was men like the bartender that had it too easy. They never had problems with girls being several inches taller, standing at least six feet; Isaac bet the bartender never had a problem with a girl looking down on him. Lucky bastard probably has scored with each girl he had flirted with.
“Another round?”
Isaac flinched as the said bartender came up to him, bottle in hand. Secretly praying that this said bartender did not possess mind-reading abilities, Isaac straightened to his best in the stool and tried not to appear too drunk. “One second,” He started, fishing around in his pockets, searching for any object resembling money in his pockets but failed. “I will have to pass.” Isaac shook his head, pulling his hands out of his pockets, trying to act as if he hadn’t been desperately searching for a dollar.
Leaning forward in the bar, the tender seemed to be a student. He certainly was young enough to be attending NHU. Bitterness and jealousy aside, it wouldn’t hurt to be asked. “How do you get noticed around here?” The blonde sighed and glanced at the group of girls that had ordered drinks minutes ago. “I seem to be under the radar at the moment and that is not where I belong.”
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Post by nicholas james o'riley • on Nov 9, 2011 22:58:06 GMT -5
[height] ''How do you get noticed around here?''Nick glanced over after the short blond searched everywhere for money on his person. It wasn't uncommon for these things to happen. They were in a college town after all. Nick shrugged and placed the bottle back down and laughed a little bit as his question. Then glanced over at all the girls around the bar who to him were all easily approachable, though he guessed to someone like this new guy who was also vertically challenged, they probably seemed rather unapproachable. He chuckled to himself for a moment and leaned on the back counter of the bar as he talked to the man, giving him the best words of wisdom as he could. ''Don't count on luck, you've just got to make your own.'' He said glancing around the crowd before looking the man in the eye. ''To be honest with you, none of them are rather good, they're only good for flings, which is not the way to build a reputation, unless that's what you want.'' Nick said with a small sidesmirk and wink at the man [height]
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Post by Isaac Alexander Frost -- on Nov 9, 2011 23:28:10 GMT -5
“Don’t count on luck, you’ve just got to make your own.”
“Who said I was counting on luck?” Isaac smirked and swiveled in his stool to follow Riley’s gaze. It was the group of girls in their night-out clothes and heels, the shortest of them still stood about two inches above Isaac. If he put on his best charm, the blonde considered that it might work on the shortest.
Then the bartender leaned over the counter and winked. His comment gave Isaac a laugh, something that the blonde had been lacking over the last few days. While Isaac did want a reputation, he wasn’t looking for the playboy status quite yet. That would come later. With any luck.
“I just need to do something dramatic.” Isaac emphasized the last word as he spun around in his stool to face the bartender. “Something that people will remember me by and can point me out in the street and say ‘that’s the dude that did that one awesome thing.’” Isaac paused for a moment, tapping his fingers on the bar. “I obviously haven’t quite thought that through.” He sighed absently and rubbed his hands in his short hair.
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Post by nicholas james o'riley • on Dec 11, 2011 22:58:43 GMT -5
[height] “I just need to do something dramatic.”Nick looked up from rinsing off a glass and cleaning it with a towel as the blonde spun towards him once more. He raised an eyebrow and laughed slightly, ''C'mon man, don't do anything stupid.'' He said, then thought for a moment, glancing at the group of girls. He leaned on the counter so he could talk a little quieter. ''Back when I was a freshman, I got my job here by doing a flip off of the counter onto the stool perfectly, maybe it could do something good for you too...'' He suggested simply, then stood back up straight again. [height]
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Post by Isaac Alexander Frost -- on Dec 11, 2011 23:10:06 GMT -5
“Don’t do anything stupid.”
Isaac snorted at the comment. “Aww, you’re taking all the fun out of it.” He said, waving his hand dismissively. There were times that Isaac was surprised his middle name WASN’T stupidity. Then the bartender leaned forward and uttered something that was quite possibly the greatest tool to pick up chicks at a bar ever. A trick off the counter, it was perfect and Isaac could see it in his mind. His year on the high school gymnastics team was finally going to pay off.
“Thanks for the idea.” Isaac whispered under his breath as he clambered onto the bar. He gently nudged a shot glass out of his way with a foot and bent his knees. Around the bar, people were slowly directing their attention and there was a group of giggles and pointing. A wide grin started to spread across Isaac’s face. ‘Here goes nothing.’
Isaac didn’t remember much of the flip, all he remembered was the sickening crunch when his foot missed the seat of the stool and instead collided with the edge. ‘Shit, I knew there was a reason they kicked me off the team.’ It was the last thought he remembered before lots of crunching, his body hitting the ground and the stool come tumbling after him.
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