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[SYDNEY AVA MARQUEZ]

you don't really want to stay, no

you don't really want to go-o

Weekend nights in New York City were full of drama; teenagers with fake ids, drunk assholes trying to drive, perverts who don't always take no for an answer and then you have to explain to the police officers why you have a can of mace in your purse and used it to the point where the doctors were unsure if the man would ever be able to see again. Yeah, that was New York City, god knows why she called it home. As she exited the subway and began her trek up the stairs to the surface, Syd could feel multiple sets of eyes watching her from behind and the sides. God, if they didn't stop soon, she would have to deal with the NYPD again and that was not going to look good on her record.

Sighing, she reached the surface level and glanced around, skillfully dodging the people who tried running her over for standing still longer than 2 seconds. Sometimes, New Yorkers and the people who visited New York were really annoying. Just one vibration would... Syd shook her head. No, she wasn't a villain, she didn't go around terrorizing civilians. No matter how much they annoy you she thought as she began walking in a familiar direction.

It didn't take her long to reach the bar, except for the moment where she stopped to threaten bodily harm to the cab driver that had honked at her and pulled up next to her as she walked down the sidewalk. There was only so many annoying males she could take in a single day. It was a wonder why she was even coming to this bar in the first place if she wanted to get away from frustrating assholes. Of course, Archer was a DECENT frustrating asshole that she considered a good friend. A good friend who happened to make drinks that made her head spin.

As Syd walked in the bar, waving at the bouncer, she took note of the crowd outside and inside. It was literally packed, which was to be expected on a weekend night. Hopefully, the fire marshal wouldn't come and complain about the overload. Walking over to the actual bar, she frowned when she realized her favorite stool was taken. After a moment of contemplating what method would work best to get the seat, Syd chose the one that didn't involve her going blind for a short while. There was no good in having a seat that she couldn't even see. Tapping the man on the shoulder, he turned around and she turned on her full beam smile, sure to win him over.

"Excuse me, sir," She said sweetly, brushing a strand hair away from her face. Taking a second to glance down at the ground, which not only made her seem meeker but emphasized her long lashes, "But, I can't seem to find a seat and I was wondering if you would be so kind as to offer me yours. You see, I've been walking for a while and-" She didn't even have to finish her request as he jumped off the stool, beer in hand, trying to find a way to speak proper English. That was way too easy. God, I'm a bitch. Syd thought. "Thank you so much, sir." As he walked away, she turned back to the bar and quirked an eyebrow at the other men who were staring at her. Thankfully, they turned back around, trying to mind their own business, but failing horribly.

"Hey, Archer!" She called, seating herself in the recently vacated stool with a smirk, "Can you get me something strong? God knows I need it after the night I had." Syd huffed a bit at the reason why she was at the bar and placed her purse on the bar in front of her. She could always count on him for something strong enough to make her night better.

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[ARCHER CEDRIC RALEIGH]

it's a quarter after one, i'm all alone and i need you now

Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now

The weird thing about human beings is that many of them could do any fucking thing they wanted to do in the world, and yet they would find themselves stuck in the same dread and arduous stressful and un-fulfilling job day after day until they retired or died. For whatever reason it was supposedly just reassuring to have that security, and many people supposed they were supposed to not be happy with whatever their profession was. It wasn't true, by the way. There were some people who did love their jobs, and got up every day more than a little content to be going to work. Archer wasn't madly in love with his job, but he was more than content with it. He made good money, got to stay up to ungodly hours of the night, and it was sort of like he was the center of an ongoing party. He was an egocentric ham, and he was very well aware of that fact. But the fact that he could get paid to do it, well... that was just icing on the cake. Tips were pretty good as the club he bartended at tended to be full of New York posh clientele and older business men trying to hide from the inevitability of their liver spots and balding patterns. Whatever it was, there was more than a little money flying around here, and as Archer tended to pour a little heavy and had a great "presence" as people would call it more than a little of that money would find it's way into his possession. The other bartenders sort of wondered why it was that he was able to obtain more than double their tips, but no one really questioned it out loud. He helped bring in a stream of regulars, and since they were all attractive young women no one was really apt to complain about such things.

Back to the matter at hand though, Archer was standing at his metaphorical throne, his official looking bartender... place. There was a cute pair of girls that had just taken a seat at the end of the bar, so he took it upon himself to wander over to their seats and introduce himself. After all, new faces meant they weren't accustomed to the system this establishment had in place. And Archer was just such a damn fine Samaritan he was willing to spend some of his time explaining it to them. His spirits dampened when their respective boyfriends walked in, though. With a near undetectable roll of his eyes the blond man wandered back to the middle of the bar where there was a small congregation of middle age dudes. It was a not a week night, which should have meant a lot more of the typical party crowd was out. Some were, and those that were were dancing rather than sitting where all this useless weight was located. He could not blame them. But at the same time it was very disappointing, hopefully things would pick up once it got to prime time... about eleven or so. Archer poured some whiskey for an accountant before turning his back and leaning against the bar. He loved his job? Yes... unfortunately he liked it too much to simply quit. But nights like this were slow, boring, tedious. Completely and utterly lame, and gimps had no place in a place like this.

But then he heard it, the beautiful sound of a lovely lady approaching. Unfortunately for her there seemed to be less than zero free room at the bar. Just how it went sometimes. Archer didn't think much about the voice sounding familiar until he heard his name. Turning he recognized why it sounded so much so, more-so than just having heard a patron because she frequented the establishment. "Syd, fancy seeing you here. I'm guessing..." he thought about it, looking her up and down as was typical of any person reading a situation fully. "I'm guessing you had a rough day. Work, or personal?" the young blond grabbed his tools and set to work. He put a tall glass down in front of him before grabbing bottles. A little of this, a little of that. He knew trick pouring, so not only was it interesting to watch but Archer made it almost impossible to be able to read what he was putting into a drink unless you asked him specifically. He pushed it forward when he was finished and replaced the bottles, leaving it in front of Sydney before leaning back. The liquid was a translucent caramel color, a chunk of lemon floating on the top. Archer would constantly say that he wasn't serving seventy year old women, he did not use slices of fruit and he didn't put them on the rim of the glass.

And I don't know how I can do without I just need you now

WELL HELLO THERE, CORE-AY, I JUST WANT TO LET YOU KNOW THAT THIS POST IS COMPLETE. HOW MANY WORDS YOU ASK? WELL IT'S GOT 805! DARN WERE IS THIS AT AGAIN, OH YES IT TAKES PLACE AT YE OLD BAR AND NIGHTCLUB! MY CHARACTER JUST SO HAPPENED TO SLIP ON OUTFIT. HMM, LET'S SEE ANYTHING ELSE? OH YES, NOTES! OH YEA I CAN'T FORGET THE MOST IMPORTANT THING, THESE GRAPHICS WERE MADE BY KRYSTIR MAHSELF, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY SHE SAID WHAT ?! OF CAUTION!

And I don't know how I can do without I just need you now

another shot of whiskey can't stop looking at the door

[SYDNEY AVA MARQUEZ]

you don't really want to stay, no

you don't really want to go-o

Syd took note of his regular once-over and responded with a small quirk of her eyebrow, but not much else. After all the years she knew him, it wasn't anything new for her. Plus, she knew that she looked especially nice tonight, no matter the reason, "Ugh, you have NO idea, Archer" Syd groaned, rolling her eyes as she leaned forward a little. She paid little to no attention to the other men around her. If she did, that was asking for them to talk to her, which was never fun in the long run. Plus, Archer was loads more fun for any semblance of conversation, "My mother thought it was a good idea to set me up on a date, god knows what was going through her head at the time." She scoffed.

A grin spread across her face as she watched him work. If there was one thing that she could give Archer credit for, it was making magic. Not that stupid rabbit in the hat magic, but magic with his hands. He could do a lot of things with his hands, and the best thing was his ability to make deliciously, frightening drinks. The few times that she could remember enjoying his drinks had often made for wonderful nights, be it just joking around or having a little fun - and her definition of fun was VERY different from most. It usually varied from going out patrolling and tormenting any random bad guy they'd cross or going back to one of their places. Either way, it all worked out in her mind.

"As for my date, he's from New Jersey. Mom thought that since we worked in the same field, it would work out. Tch, yeah right," She glanced up at him, implying with her eyes just what field she was talking about. Blind dates were one thing, but super blind dates were a category of their own. Either they were pompous jackasses who acted like they were gods gift to the world, not just women, or whiny brats about how they lost their family to some evildoer, which is why they were so adamant about being heroes. Neither one of them was entertaining to deal with, "He was absolutely horrid. Couldn't stop talking about himself. Acted like I was some dainty flower. Then, of all things, had the audacity to try and follow me home. I was five seconds from going blind with rage." She grumbled, yet another implication to almost letting loose on the super by using her powers. However, it wouldn't do to hear another lecture from her mother about using her powers on potential husbands.

Syd's eyes widened at the peculiar-colored concoction in front of her. She could almost feel her blood buzzing in preparation of the amount of alcohol she was about to consume. It looked a little familiar, but it was likely that she couldn't remember BECAUSE of said concoction. Reaching out a hand to pull the glass closer so she could get a better look, she said, "Do you have a name for this? It'd be kind of rude if I just took it without introducing myself," Glancing up, she gave him a teasing smile.

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[ARCHER CEDRIC RALEIGH]

it's a quarter after one, i'm all alone and i need you now

Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now

Archer just laughed as Sydney told him that she had been set up on a blind date, courtesy of her mother. He wasn't really sure how close the two were, but he could assume they were closer than he was to his family. He still talked to his family, and his sister. But that didn't mean that it was on a regular sort of basis and even then they typically knew better than to try and set him up with anyone they thought was suitable wife material. Archer was still young, he wasn't really looking for someone to settle down with. He wanted fun, and not really much of anything else. So there was the occassional hint, but really the Raleigh family would keep their hopes of grandkids with their youngest, Abigail. She was, after all, the child prodigy they wanted. Which he was more than fine with, because it meant that much less work he had to do to win Mommy and Daddy's love. But I digress, Archer felt sympathy for his friend at the prospect of being set up by her mother.

"Fuck, that's rough doll. You could have stopped after 'Jersey' and I would have gotten the hint that the night was a dud," because even if New Yorkers didn't want to admit it, at the core saying 'New Jersey' was really just slang for 'shit hole'. They all knew it, it was New York's dump. And most of them were all right with telling you exactly that. Something about the city that Archer really loved, was that most people here were more than all right with sharing exactly what their views were. If you didn't like it, they'd tell you to go fuck yourself. It was his sort of town. "But on the bright side, you're here now. And you know I try my best to take care of a lovely lady in distress," he said with a sly grin. He didn't often like alluding to his "other" job, but let's face it... Archer was a bit of a player. He liked flaunting the fact that he was a generally good looking dude with a bit of a body on him. And he liked flaunting the fact that he could get a woman with little to no difficulty if he so desired. He was cocky, and that was just the sort of attitude most women didn't like in a super hero. But unlike those other douchebags he could be charming if he so desired, and he knew when too much confidence turned into arrogance. That wasn't to say that he and Sydney didn't butt heads on a semi-regular occassion becuase one or both of them was being an asshole, but at least when it was over they could go back to being friends.

The blond man pointed at the drink after she'd so politely asked what had been placed in front of her. "That, my dear, is the house Long Island. And by the looks of it, he's happy to meet you," he chuckled, leaning an elbow on the counter next to her. Every bar needed a few specials, and he had actually submitted this one to the manager to be considered. It had been chosen because it tasted good, was fairly strong, and best of all because they could charge over ten bucks a glass for it. A perfect mixture of vice and profit. And his favorite thing about it was that there was no tequila involved, so that he could drink them and not end up flat on his ass by the end of the night. Not that he drank things like Long Islands anyway. Something about becoming a bartender made it so that he became much more of a beer drinker, maybe because he saw what different types of alcohol did to people. Most likely though it was because he knew how expensive mixed drinks were, and with his job as a bartender it wasn't exactly as though he was made of money.

And I don't know how I can do without I just need you now

WELL HELLO THERE, CORE-AY, I JUST WANT TO LET YOU KNOW THAT THIS POST IS COMPLETE. HOW MANY WORDS YOU ASK? WELL IT'S GOT 670! DARN WERE IS THIS AT AGAIN, OH YES IT TAKES PLACE AT YE OLD BAR AND NIGHTCLUB! MY CHARACTER JUST SO HAPPENED TO SLIP ON OUTFIT. HMM, LET'S SEE ANYTHING ELSE? OH YES, NOTES! OH YEA I CAN'T FORGET THE MOST IMPORTANT THING, THESE GRAPHICS WERE MADE BY KRYSTIR MAHSELF, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY SHE SAID WHAT ?! OF CAUTION!

And I don't know how I can do without I just need you now

another shot of whiskey can't stop looking at the door

[SYDNEY AVA MARQUEZ]

you don't really want to stay, no

you don't really want to go-o

Glancing over the drink one last time, she said jokingly, "I think I'll enjoy getting to know him better, if he's as good as he looks." Syd picked up the glass and brought it to her lips, mentally preparing herself for whatever alcohol he'd tossed into the cup. The typical Long Island, she recalled, had gin, tequila, vodka and rum, all of which could knock her off her feet in the right quantities. But, this was Archer and he liked to mix things up every now and then, as it was sort of his job in the first place. But, at the moment she trusted him enough not to give her something that would end up knocking her on her ass. Tipping the glass back, she drank a small gulp. Syd put the glass back down on the counter and cringed a tiny bit at the aftertaste. Nevertheless, it was good.

"Alright, I'll hand it to you," She admitted, "That was pretty good. You have now succeeded in making my night a lot better, Archer." Taking another sip of the Long Island, she decided to return to the topic of the night, why she was there in the first place, "As for my blind date, I wanted to turn tail and run when my mother said Jersey as well, but there's no stopping her once she sets her mind to something." While New York had it's own brand of crazy people, New Jersey was worse. It was like, the crazy people who couldn't meet the standards of New York were dumped into Pennsylvania. If they couldn't meet those standards, then they went to New Jersey. And throughout it all, they got more annoying and more crazy in the bad way. So, they often ended up trying to get into New York and the cycle would continue.

Before she could continue, a man to her right spoke up, "Hey! I'm from New Jersey. I'll have you know that we're not all that bad," He said indignantly. Turning to rest her gaze on him, it wasn't hard to tell he was a tad bit drunk, he was leaning a little heavily against the bar and his eyes were half-closed, rather typical signs. She had to hold back from laughing right out when he smiled at her. And he just proved my point about New Jersey people She scoffed mentally. Syd gave Archer a look out of the corner of her eye before replying to the man, "I'm sorry to hear that, then. Although, I don't think it's alright to count the newborn children that have yet to be corrupted by all that is New Jersey, She said, with a laugh.

The man harrumphed and his smile turned into a bit of a glare, which failed just a tiny bit, "Well, it's not like you New Yorkers are much better. You're just as crazy as the rest of the tri-state area." Oh god, he was asking for someone to hit him. He was in a bar, in New York, trying to compare New Yorkers to New Jerseyians, that was like trying to compare Martin Luther King Jr. to Mao Zedong. Absolutely not plausible or okay. "You do realize, there's a difference between classy crazy and psycho crazy, right?" Her eyes had narrowed and she eyed the man that had been speaking with a bit of disdain. She didn't know him, she didn't particularly care and it was highly unlikely that she would ever meet him again.

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[ARCHER CEDRIC RALEIGH]

it's a quarter after one, i'm all alone and i need you now

Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now

He simply grinned as she sipped the drink and made a face because of it. That just meant he made it right. People didn't come to his bar because they wanted to waste their money on weak drinks. The drinks were strong, the servers were attractive, and there was always the newest and greatest music on- whatever that was at the time. It changed nightly, and that change was what kept them in business. Not to mention the fact that Archer had quite a few friends who came to visit him while he was at work. He didn't mind having a reputation at work, either one of his jobs. Raleigh was a people person, and as such he just adored the attention. Not that he'd ever say it out loud. It was simply evident in the way he acted. He was all that he was, and Archer didn't try to pretend anything to the contrary.

"Always glad to hear a good review, doll," he said with a bit of a chuckle. "And for a pretty lady, you know I always like to hear I've made a dreary night just a little better," Archer gave her a grin and a wink. He was a flirt, and the fact that he and Sydney sort of had a bit in the way of history wasn't going to make him tone down his typical behavior any. After all, to him that just meant she knew him well enough to be used to it by now. It wasn't as though they didn't have history.

Of course, the problem with bars was that they were a public area for the most part. There were many people all congregated around Archer and therefore many people to listen in rudely to their conversation. "Hey buddy," he turned addressing the other patron. His voice went from smooth and clearly interested to rough, deeper and pretty much sounding like he was ready to beat the everliving snot out of this dude if he moved so much as an inch closer to the pair. "Unless you're gonna tell me that you work with Bon Jovi or you need a refill I'm going to have to ask you to butt the fuck out of our conversation and go back to your-" he looked at what the guy was drinking. And while what he said literally was "Corona" what it sounded more like was "piss-flavored nitwit juice". God, drinking Pabst tasted pretty much the same if not better and was a third of the price.

The guy didn't look like he was the sort to try and pick a fight, but Archer had been wrong before. And while not the strongest dude in the world he worked out on a regular basis and could throw a decent punch. And more than that he could give a decent knee shot to the dude's groin that would floor him long enough for a bouncer to remove him from the premise. He straightened his back, and since he was standing he managed to look a bit taller than he actually was, not even reaching six feet in height. He vaguely wished Sydney was like his other friend Martin from school, that he could steal some super strength and cause a scene here and now. Unfortunately she did not, so he'd take the easy way out in just trying to make this guy too scared to make a stupid move. He'd see how it'd work, and try his best to make this fucking loser sorry he ever walked in if he made the wrong decision.

And I don't know how I can do without I just need you now

WELL HELLO THERE, CORE-AY, I JUST WANT TO LET YOU KNOW THAT THIS POST IS COMPLETE. HOW MANY WORDS YOU ASK? WELL IT'S GOT 601! DARN WERE IS THIS AT AGAIN, OH YES IT TAKES PLACE AT YE OLD BAR AND NIGHTCLUB! MY CHARACTER JUST SO HAPPENED TO SLIP ON OUTFIT. HMM, LET'S SEE ANYTHING ELSE? OH YES, NOTES! OH YEA I CAN'T FORGET THE MOST IMPORTANT THING, THESE GRAPHICS WERE MADE BY KRYSTIR MAHSELF, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY SHE SAID WHAT ?! OF CAUTION!

And I don't know how I can do without I just need you now

another shot of whiskey can't stop looking at the door

[SYDNEY AVA MARQUEZ]

you don't really want to stay, no

you don't really want to go-o

Syd didn't hold back a laugh at Archer's obvious disdain for the annoying Jersey man's choice in drink, something she completely agreed with. She didn't like beers herself, they all tasted like shit to her, which is why she often relied on her favorite bartender to give her something good, like tonight. However, she still felt a great deal of frustration towards the man who was behaving so obnoxiously. Part of her was especially itching to smack the guy, her fingers already drumming carefully against the bar.

Grumbling, the man got to his feet. He had been hoping to pick up the woman who'd managed to steal a seat from his buddy, rather nicely he might add. But, with the way the conversation was going, he was only heading towards embarrassment for himself. But, damnit, he felt very indignant over the matter, his pride was hurt by not only the woman but the bartender as well. Fucking New Yorkers, "I don't know why I even bother," He sneered, tugging at his coat. Having been only a stool away from Syd, he moved closer to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, leaning in, he said, "No matter how attractive a chica is, she can still be too crazy for even a New Jersey guy."

She couldn't help it. It was a complete and utter reflex from being not only a super, but a woman in New York City. Someone, namely a creepy drunk guy, getting into her personal space was just ASKING to get hit. Which is why she snapped her elbow back into his stomach rather sharply. And when he started folding over from the sudden blow, she gasped mockingly, placing a hand to her mouth, "Oh, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me! Maybe it was the crazy in the air," Bringing her hand back down, Syd gave up any pretense for the audience and glared at him, "Maybe you shouldn't touch me again. Who knows what may happen next time. No me jodas, pendejo."

Despite the fact that she had no qualms whatsoever about taking this guy outside and beating the shit out of him, powers or not, Syd knew it wouldn't be a good idea to 'start' a fights at Archer's bar, of all places. Fights were always a downer on anyone's night, well almost anyone's. There was a reason, she was a superhero after all. Nevertheless, from experience, she knew it wouldn't end well if it wasn't nipped in the bud. She just took personal offense to him getting so close to her just to sneer insults. It was like he was asking to get hit.

The man sputtered as he righted himself, catching his breath from getting hit in the solar plexus. Sure, the alcohol in his system wasn't good for proper reasoning, but a fucking woman had just elbowed him in the stomach! What the hell kind of shit is that?! Grabbing her shoulder roughly, he growled down at her, "Now listen here, puta. You shouldn't go around threatening people like that."

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[ARCHER CEDRIC RALEIGH]

it's a quarter after one, i'm all alone and i need you now

Said I wouldn't call but I lost all control and I need you now

You know what they said about the slow but steady increase about immigrants into America? How eventually Spanish would be just as prevalent in every day life than English, how it was a melting pot and the increase of Mexican population was only natural and whatever nonsense they were going to spout on and on about. Archer thought it was a pretentious bullshit. He saw no use in learning the language and therefore did not. It was all garbage to him anyway. All he heard in front of him was this guy was a complete asshole and he was going to have to get out of the bar one way or another. And with that being the case he was going to have fun trying that, this guy wasn't exactly small. About his height, if not a little taller. Bigger, which was to say he sort of looked like a bulldog whilst Archer was more of a lab. This dude looked like a fucking wall or something. Ehhh.

"Now, now guys. Let's all just take a calming breath and talk about this like rational people," there was nothing wrong with trying diplomacy first, right? Unlike most guys he wasn't opposed to talking through his issues before he threw a punch. It wasn't anything about not being strong enough or athletic enough. Archer worked out six times a week, he was physically fit and sure of that. However he didn't like getting into fights where he might get hurt, at least not when he wasn't getting any glory out of it. This guy wasn't some big bad anything... he was big, but it was in a different way. And not the good kind of way. "How about we just go back to our respective conversations, pretend as though you-" he looked towards the man, "and you," that one was towards Sydney, "never interacted and everyone can just go back to being happy,"

Archer smiled at the man, trying his best to suppress pheromones he typically exuded whilst at work. For the most part he saw no point in it, but it did tend not to help in terms of the fact that it really only made dudes who wanted to punch him want to punch him even more. Unless they were gay dudes who wanted to punch him. But in this case, Archer thought that might be even worse for the dude to start flirting with him than trying to punch him in the face. Either way, pheromones down, and just in time to hear a well timed 'oh yeah buddy, I'll pretend like this never happened as soon as I get an apology'. God, some assholes just couldn't shut their fucking mouths even when a clue was jammed down it so far they should be shitting it right now. The blond man sighed, it was the least he could do that would still be considered appropriate. "Well," was his response after a silent moment or two of pondering what would be walking the line of good taste and absolute truth. The truth, that is, that no one fucking cared what he had to say for himself and he should get the hell out of this bar right now before anyone decided to argue with him about it.

He couldn't even remember what he started to say. It had been eloquent, to be sure. A top-notch comeback of only the highest caliber. It had been derailed, however, by Archer being unceremoniously punched in the chest. It wasn't a particularly good shot, probably thrown by a guy who had only seen bar fights in old seventies movies at the drive ins with his buddies because he couldn't get a girl to accompany him. Archer almost felt bad, until he remembered that he was stumbling back slightly because of this bastard and had to catch himself before he knocked over the entire back wall of alcohol. Bars typically had that shit on display to show how chic they were to have all the label brands, and help persuade their patrons to have something perhaps slightly more expensive than they might have previously been thinking. He stopped before he wrecked his entire month's salary, thank god.

"Oh that's IT," eyes burned like molten lava. He was fucking pissed. No civvy punched Raleigh and got away with it. He steadied himself, and lunged forward to sock the Jersey guy square in the jaw. Then, moving quickly, he grabbed the back of his shirt as if by the scruff of the collar and lead him out to the door, shoving him out and through it, watching as his forehead collided with the solid wood panelling that showed what fine craftsmanship the building truly had. Function AND purpose, brilliant. "God I HATE Jersey," he said, muttered enough under his breath to still be considered internal monologue but loudly enough to have the people in the immediate vicinity understand they probably should not pick an immediate fight with this particular bartender unless they were willing to storm back in very unhappy. Maybe after another drink, one contractor from Trenton thought as he sipped his Bud.

The blond man wandered back over to his station, only slightly worse for the wear of the exchange and looked back at Sydney. "Do me a favor," he said softer this time, so that it was clear this was only for her to listen to " and the next time you piss off a guy make sure you scare him away before he tries to start a fuss in my place of employment, kay?". Because really, as much as he liked Sydney as a friend and as much as he appreciated their occasional hook ups he really didn't feel like engaging in more physical confrontations than were completely necessary. People tended to lose their jobs that way, and he rather liked having money. It helped him achieve the lifestyle he was currently accoustomed to.

And I don't know how I can do without I just need you now

WELL HELLO THERE, CORE-AY, I JUST WANT TO LET YOU KNOW THAT THIS POST IS COMPLETE. HOW MANY WORDS YOU ASK? WELL IT'S GOT 991! DARN WERE IS THIS AT AGAIN, OH YES IT TAKES PLACE AT YE OLD BAR AND NIGHTCLUB! MY CHARACTER JUST SO HAPPENED TO SLIP ON OUTFIT. HMM, LET'S SEE ANYTHING ELSE? OH YES, NOTES! OH YEA I CAN'T FORGET THE MOST IMPORTANT THING, THESE GRAPHICS WERE MADE BY KRYSTIR MAHSELF, AND THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY SHE SAID WHAT ?! OF CAUTION!

And I don't know how I can do without I just need you now

another shot of whiskey can't stop looking at the door