» But the Melody so Bittersweet, Cormac/Casey

but the Melody is so Bittersweet

--- 255. --- Cormac. --- Clutzy Leigh what do you expect

Leigh had just gotten into Ashwick and really didn’t want to surprise trent until she was sure she wanted to be here. She had been running from her life for far to long and in honesty she didn’t mind the guy and she thought that well he needed some cheering up after Psycho bitch did what she did. She sighed as he looked up and down the main street of this well little town she couldn’t believe there was places like this but here it was all the stories she had heard. She sighed as she walked down main street she didn’t know what to do she was bored.

What was there to do here she wanted to know as she walked down the street she could always go to a bar she knew that and she was fine with it but she rather go some where else she sighed She just walked along main street she saw a bar she knew she shouldn’t but she wanted to have fun and in honesty tomorrow was looking for a job. She walked into the bar as she asked for guineas. She had missed those Irish beers but she like others but this would do. She sighed as she walked over to the pool table.

She played pool for a while as she walked back over she bumped into someone “Oh I am so sorry I am such a clutz did I spill your drink?” She felt so bad as she looked up at him

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Cormac spent so much time at the bar, he might as well start paying them rent. Something about having beer from the tap as opposed to bottles, and having human company even if he'd gone out alone made the night just that much more worth living. He'd been sort of sitting at the bar, talking to whoever sat next to him, or chanced to know him.

But the night was a bit dull. Lots of younger people - most didn't really want to shoot the shit with him, or were with friends. That was just fine. Less words, and more of a chance to get loaded.

He'd gotten up to sneak to the bathroom, telling the bartender not to let anyone snag his seat. As he crossed the room, a small blonde bumped him, spilling her drink. "Oh, what the fuck?" He wasn't one to mince words. He ran his hand down his shirt trying to brush off the Guinness, and knowing full well that it would probably just stain the damn shirt. Well. So it'd look like every other shirt he owned. "Yeah. You spilled. It's... fine." He reached over a nearby table, grabbing a napkin and trying to suck some of the beer out of his shirt.

Cormac spent so much time at the bar, he might as well start paying them rent. Something about having beer from the tap as opposed to bottles, and having human company even if he'd gone out alone made the night just that much more worth living. He'd been sort of sitting at the bar, talking to whoever sat next to him, or chanced to know him.

But the night was a bit dull. Lots of younger people - most didn't really want to shoot the shit with him, or were with friends. That was just fine. Less words, and more of a chance to get loaded.

He'd gotten up to sneak to the bathroom, telling the bartender not to let anyone snag his seat. As he crossed the room, a small blonde bumped him, spilling her drink. "Oh, what the fuck?" He wasn't one to mince words. He ran his hand down his shirt trying to brush off the Guinness, and knowing full well that it would probably just stain the damn shirt. Well. So it'd look like every other shirt he owned. "Yeah. You spilled. It's... fine." He reached over a nearby table, grabbing a napkin and trying to suck some of the beer out of his shirt.

but the Melody is so Bittersweet

--- 255. --- Cormac. --- Clutzy Leigh what do you expect

Leigh was still getting used to being out here only a few hours and she already messing up. She cursed to herself that she did it and in honesty she felt dumb doing that to this guy and he was so nice and she sighed and smiled “well at least let me get you something to drink for spilling mine on yours” her new Orleans accent was cutting through she didn’t try to not do it.

She smiled and said “I’m Leigh whats your name?” She asked as she pushed a strand a hair away she was actually nervous as she bit her lip and rocking back and forth on her feet. She never was good with new people especially guys she just looked like a nervous reck she look down at her shoes then up to him just smiling

Leigh sighed and said “is your shirt going to be fine I am pretty good getting stains out especially beer… I’m little on the klutzy side which you just saw and yeah you don’t need to know that and I am sorry talking so much” She went quiet just waited for him to say something.

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"Sure, I guess." He said, in response to her offer to buy him something to make up for spilling. It wasn't a huge deal, but she seemed sorry, and 'free' was his favorite price. Plus, his sneakers were soaked.

She said her name was Leigh, and then apologized for being klutzy, and talking so much. "Just don't worry about it." He patted his shirt down with a napkin from a nearby table, and crumpled it, putting it back on the table for a member of the barstaff to pick up. "And I'm Cormac. Not too worried about my shirt, and you're not talking too much. I will take another Jack and Coke, though?"

"Sure, I guess." He said, in response to her offer to buy him something to make up for spilling. It wasn't a huge deal, but she seemed sorry, and 'free' was his favorite price. Plus, his sneakers were soaked.

She said her name was Leigh, and then apologized for being klutzy, and talking so much. "Just don't worry about it." He patted his shirt down with a napkin from a nearby table, and crumpled it, putting it back on the table for a member of the barstaff to pick up. "And I'm Cormac. Not too worried about my shirt, and you're not talking too much. I will take another Jack and Coke, though?"