A Night for Drinking [PG-13 Rick]

[KENDRA JACKSON]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/MIrjB.png); width:400px; height:400px; padding:20px;] "Some nights I stay up cashing in my bad luck Some nights I call it a draw Some nights I wish that my lips could build a castle Some nights I wish they'd just fall off" The words came from a woman's lips as she walked down the street, the stars twinkling above her, as she made her way to the small tavern. The snow was scattered, sparkling in the little moonlight there was, it was a beautiful clear night, and Kendra would be very comfortable if it weren't for the fact that the icy winter air was clipping at her skin, telling her to hurry and get into the warmth of a building. Still, Kendra took her own time, no reason to hurry and look foolish. Instead, she sung a song that she had heard the other day and that had been running through her mind for days. Of course there weren't many people outside, not in this cold. But the occasional passerbyer would always stop and and their head would follow her, as soon as their ears got a simple taste of her delicious cake, she'd smile at them for a moment, and they'd move on as she finished her singing. No, no. She was not going to find her food for the night this early in the night, as there would be no fun in that, nope, none at all. So the pink haired beauty slipped into the warmth of the Tavern. Just as usual, men where scattered around, drinking their drinks, and just as usual the newbies would have their jaw dropped as they spotted her. A quiet chuckle came from Kendra's throat as she slipped out of her white coat, and reviled her boisterous chest, standing out like a light house in the middle of a deep gray fog. Kendra walked over to the corner of the bar, with extreme confidence, as though as she was walking the catwalk in a fashion show. It was obvious that Kendra thought she was IT, the most attractive person in the world and that everyone wanted her, but to be fair she'd never been fully rejected before. Everyone gave into her charms eventually, even a few girls even fell for her. Of course she always had the ones that resisted her charms, but they always came around eventually, Still, the ones that put up the fight where Kendra's favorite. So when the first few men came over to her after she ordered her first drink, she brushed them off with perfect skill. She wanted more of an interesting target today, and none of these simple fools would do.

[RICKY ORTIZ]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:500;] [atrb=align, middle][classy=box][classy=sicon][/classy][classy=txt] stay strong Ricky, you can do it! >> Melon/Kendra[/classy][/classy] [style=background-color:A8A8A8; border-left: 3px solid #CD0000; border-right: 3px solid #CD0000; padding:10px;]It was a shit day. That was for sure. Ricky threw his gloves down on the desk. He couldn't work anymore that night. Closing time had already passed. Yet, he was still there working. This was usual, but this late? That was the strange part. That no good shadow of a man! After all of these years, all of the beatings and yelling and him disappearing.. Ricky's father had returned back to town. The mexican mechanic was NOT happy about it. Why should he be? He had cried from that man's hand, that man's mouth had told him he was no good. That man's bottles became Ricky's addiction, and that man's disappearance became Ricky's undoing. There was no reason for him to show his face back in town, sober, but hurting for cash. Ricky had stayed quiet, but demanded his departure. I bet he went to mom's house, the ass. Grabbing his coat, Ricky stormed out the door, goggles still around his messy black hair. The town was just how it was before, only there was an apartment complex now. Apparently someone wanted to develop the mand, whatever that meant. Ricky didn't care, he was leaving as soon as he could anyway. Still, the shock of a town that didn't change in two years was well, shocking. Everyone was the same. The Northwests were still 'better' than everyone, their bratty daughter running around. There were still legends and Lazy Susan was still working on Greasy's. Ricky felt suffocated in the familiarity. So he went where most of his shit days took him. The Tavern. Knocking open the door with a scowl on his face, Ricky ignored the regulars who were not stunned at his arrival. It was long since established in the town that Ricky could hold his own, and his liquor too. His coat became folded in his arm, and Ricky slid into a stool at the bar. "Give me something hard, Larry. I'm in no mood to talk." Ricky put his keychain on the table, slowly realizing he'd have to walk back to the shop to get his car before going BACK to the apartment. "Fuck." Ricky then looked up to the body next to him. "Fuck." Ricky turned back to his drink, that had just arrived. Stay focused on the drink, she's nothing. She doesn't exist. It was hard to ignore the advances of every damn male presence in the bar. He took a swig of the drink. Sooner or later Larry would throw him out. It wasn't his job to let minors get drunk. Ricky figured Larry owed his father something from the 'olden days' they always had talked about when Larry had come over for dinner, and that was the reason Ricky was let in in the first place. Stay focused... don't look at her again. Unfortunately, Ricky had always thought the girl was quite attractive. "Fuck off Kendra, I don't even want to look at you, don't talk." Precautions. And of course, Ricky wasn't about to admit he hadn't completely buried their past, either. [/style] coded by electric of gs

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[KENDRA JACKSON]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/MIrjB.png); width:400px; height:400px; padding:20px;] Kendra was quite disappointed in her selection of prey today, well, that was until a familiar face showed up her first reaction was to run up to him, and hug him. It had been awhile since she'd seen the bo.. man? He'd grown up a lot, but she could recognize him, but after the first quick and brief speed up of the heart, her next reaction was to go and beat the shit out of him. The annoying little brat went and avoided her for how many years now? She had even lowered herself to giving him a chance for a long term relationship, and what does he do? He goes and doesn't even tell her he's breaking up with her just disappears for year. And now here the little shit was, stumbling in his father's footsteps and going for a drink. He didn't even seem to notice her, which just furthered her anger, he seemed lost in his own little world. Of course, Kendra didn't revile any of this to him, any of her anger or feelings she just placed an elbow on the bar, and rested her head on her hand and just smiled at him. Her rosy pink lips in a mocking smirk, he was torn up. And she wasn't going to help him, one bit, nope not one. Then his eyes met hers for a quick second and he knew, and she knew he knew, but before she could open her mouth, he had spoken to her. Not only had he spoken to her, but he had spoken VERY rudely to her which he had no right. They hadn't seen each other in years and this is how he treated her? She was ready to smack him, the ungrateful kid. He was still a kid if this was how he was going to act. No matter how grown up he had gotten. She'll get him back for this, and what he did to her, but just not in the way he would expect. Her blue eyes looked at him, and her mouth moved into a small sympathetic frown. As if she actually cared about his feelings, not that it was true, but she could put on a pretty good show. "I'm sorry to inform you sweetie, but I was here first love." She stated, "You also have no control over whether or not I talk." she said "What's wrong darlin'?" The question came out as real as she could muster up, and then she slowly let her fingers lightly touch his cheek, and stroke the side, knowing he'd probably flinch away. But she would have already made her contact with him, and he would have already felt it, already have it in his system and he'd slowly break down.

[RICKY ORTIZ]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:500;] [atrb=align, middle][classy=box][classy=sicon][/classy][classy=txt] stay strong Ricky, you can do it! >> Melon/Kendra[/classy][/classy] [style=background-color:A8A8A8; border-left: 3px solid #CD0000; border-right: 3px solid #CD0000; padding:10px;]Ricky had been rude. Rude boys were punished, were they not? He had certainly been punished over the years. Rulers, belts, skin on skin contact.... Ricky took a deep breath. Then another. He was here to forget about it, not to remember every cry out for mercy. His glass brushed his lips, and Ricky subconsciously took a drink before setting it down on the counter. He could sense the presence of Larry, wiping a glass off with his dusty green rag. "I hear your father i-" Ricky cut Larry's small dialogue off, his eyes flashing up with an agitated glare. "I don't want to talk about...him." Ricky growled, white knuckles gripping the glass. It was true, with an ex-girlfriend sitting next to him and his father back in town, it was looking pretty grim. Ricky let his head drop back down, and a long hand brushed back dark brown hair from his face. "Not...now." Couldn't anyone give him a break? Through dark hair Ricky saw Larry's slumping back walk away. Finally, a moment of silence. A moment that didn't last for long. Dammit Kendra. Just stop talking to me! Go seduce someone else in the bar why don't you? There's a nice pair of shades with a tattoo on your left! Of course, Ricky didn't say that out loud, for rude boys were punished, and he couldn't take much more of this already. So Ricky stayed quiet, listened to Kendra with tired ears. Ricky sighed, and closed his eyes. Just.. don't reply back. Don't get yourself into this. But Ricky, however much he wanted to stay out of it, knew that Kendra would not give up. Case and point, Kendra's touch. Ricky's eyes shot wide open. He did not plan for these, her soft fingers trailing his cheek. His whole body stiffened, and Ricky tried to pull his face away. His glass slammed on the bar as he swiveled around to his ex. "What. Are. You. Doing?" The alcohol only helped fuel his anger, just like his father. Ricky actually had to restrain himself from grabbing her wrist and forcing it away. "What do you want with me?" [/style] coded by electric of gs

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[KENDRA JACKSON]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/MIrjB.png); width:400px; height:400px; padding:20px;] Kendra didn't flinch, after learning his father was back in town, she was almost sorry for how she was about to treat him. Almost. He still had no excuse for treating her like he did. It almost hurt, of course Kendra wasn't able to feel much anything other then lust and anger. So, it obviously was just shock that had her feeling like that. No simple human could hurt her. Still, she slowly moved her fingers away, at his anger and she smiled, his anger only fueling her. She giggled at him, a soft girlish giggle. "Oh calm down, I'm only trying to help sweetie" she said her blue eyes looking at him, challenging him to hurt her. Knowing with every ounce in his being he was going to want to, any second. "You all the sudden fade away from existence, and come back being Mr. grouchy pants?" she couldn't help but laugh at her own childish word choice before continuing. "Why Ricky, I thought you had died" Actually, she knew he was very much alive. She just thought he had gone and up and left her, the asshole. Men don't treat her like that, and he knew that. He knew more then anyone that she was a vengeful woman. Yet, no one could resist her. Not once she started singing. "Do you want me to sing you a song sweetie? Maybe you'll feel better." she would ask, if not, she'd rather have him alone before singing. He'd probably say no, but it was worth a shot. Kendra hated waiting, so if she could get this over quickly, that'd be nice. She also didn't feel like messing with him in the bad mood, he really just needed to get over himself, and fast. So what if his dad was back in town? He couldn't hate him that much if he tried so hard to be exactly like him. She thought looking at his drink, humans where so annoying, and so stupid.

[RICKY ORTIZ]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:500;] [atrb=align, middle][classy=box][classy=sicon][/classy][classy=txt] stay strong Ricky, you can do it! >> Melon/Kendra[/classy][/classy] [style=background-color:A8A8A8; border-left: 3px solid #CD0000; border-right: 3px solid #CD0000; padding:10px;]Calm... calm?! I AM CALM. SO CALM, THE WATERS ARE JEALOUS OF MY SERENE NATURE DAMMIT. Okay, maybe Ricky wasn't so calm, but it was her fault. Her stupid voice making him listen, the memories of touches before flooding back to him, it was the torture he had been worried about. Rude boys, and this is what he got. A night with his body itching to do one thing with Kendra, and his heart and mind telling him to do something different. He was conflicted, and that alcohol surely wasn't helping. Neither was her smile, dammit. Ricky looked away to compose himself. He knew this was all a game to her, a little way to make her night better. To hide the void inside of her that he had come to know so well. A game. A game. "Why do you care if I was here or not. None of this ever meant anything." Why don't you just break down and analyze your whole relationship with her at a bar, you idiot! This is what she likes! Stop playing into her hands. Ricky chastised the alcohol for speaking without his permission. Part of it held a sad truth though. To her, it was nothing. A game. Only a game. No matter how serious he had been (or if that was the drug addiction talking), it was only a sick and twisted game, the punishment on earth for his transgressions. Ricky bitterly chuckled. "You thought I had died? Oh man, did you throw a party without inviting my dead soul back?" His knuckles went white again, with the realization that yes, he probably did die a bit. Well, he was dying before, but the treatment center killed that part of him. "You're right though, I did die ba-"

[/color] Ricky caught himself again. No no, don't tell her. She doesn't deserve to know." Ricky took another swig of his drink, his glass nearing empty. He needed to leave soon and just go straight to the apartment, no driving the car while intoxicated. That was bad.

"I'll go back to hell before you sing to me again, 'sweetie'."[/color] Ricky patted her hand, his eyes pretty much murderous. "And that's a promise."
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[KENDRA JACKSON]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/MIrjB.png); width:400px; height:400px; padding:20px;] Kendra knew she was having an effect on him, it excited her. Helped her stay calm, helped her ignore the nagging in the back of her mind. Each movement he made showed her how much he wanted her. How much of a struggle it was to fight her alluring body, her eyes her smile. Everything about her was telling him yes, and everything but his mind agreed. The man next to her, she could feel the envy coming from his eyes, wanting nothing more to be in Ricky's position. Yes, Ricky should feel lucky, so why didn't he? She hated it, she hated this nagging feeling that was a dangerous word to use. If she was starting to feel, that was a problem. Cause she wasn't going to die any time soon. Especially cause fucking Ricky Ortiz. It never meant anything to him, so stop it. He's the worst man for this to happen for. Shit. She had to leave, mission aborted. So why wasn't she walking away, giving him her number to call later? Why was she staying, still looking at him, unable to say anything. God this stupid feeling, she hated it. It was a bad feeling. She didn't know how to handle it. Rejected? Betrayed? Disappointed that it never meant anything to him? She looked at him, pausing and all the 'sudden the words came out of her mouth, powerful words. Full of feeling. "You know Ricky, you're not as worthless and not meaningful to people as you think." she stared at him with many different emotions running thorough her mind and clear as day in her eyes. There was shock, at what she had just stated. Anger at him for being such a pointless little shit head. And most of all, hurt. She was hurt and it sucked. Damn it, this happened when he left too. Feelings. She stood up and walked out, no stomping. No words, she just walked out and started walking home, just a few tears running down her face. Damn it Ricky.

[RICKY ORTIZ]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:500;] [atrb=align, middle][classy=box][classy=sicon][/classy][classy=txt] stay strong Ricky, you can do it! >> Melon/Kendra[/classy][/classy] [style=background-color:A8A8A8; border-left: 3px solid #CD0000; border-right: 3px solid #CD0000; padding:10px;]This was not going as planned. He should've left when he saw she was there. Kendra was being nothing but trouble for him, as always. He didn't know what was worse though. Being in the presence of someone that never cared for him, or to relive those memories when he fervently believed she did; when his drugs convinced him that it was all okay. Ricky didn't have that mask to see through now, but he wished he did, if only for tonight. He'd be happ- no. You do not need substance. No. You are better than this. No. Think of your family. What family? Think of your job.... Ricky took a deep breath. It was always like that, the mental logics that made him stop. It was just another craving his body yearned for. Lightness, mixed with an unhealthy dose of hope and depressants. No bueno. So he filled the void, took another swig of his drink. More than properly buzzed now, and a lot angrier than he should be, Ricky looked at Kendra. What time of night was it? She should get home. What was she saying? That people cared? Blasphemy. That was ridiculous, who cared for an ex-drug addict mechanic who loved to get angry with a bottle of vodka in his hand? Who cared for a broken child from a broken home, repeating just like a broken record? Ricky scoffed at her statement. It was unfathomable. Besides, even if part of it were true, he had already convinced himself otherwise that he was nothing more than a piece of crap; it's hard to argue with years of self-hatred locked inside of him. Whoa, where'd she go?! Ricky swiveled around on his stool to see Kendra's form disappear into the night from the tavern. Whatever, girls are just... not worth your time. Or your really not worth theirs. Regardless, her game is over with you dude. Game over, you lose. Losers like him sat at the tavern, drinking themselves away. He reached for his cup, but it was gone. Looking up, Ricky saw Larry washing his cup with an orange rag, that damn look in his eye. It was time to leave, he said. Ricky stood up and grabbed his jacket. Fine, he'd leave, go home and drink some more. Nothing like kicking off his new job by getting wasted. Ricky pulled the windbreaker on and stepped outside. It was a bit colder than before, but that was to be expected. One step, two. Slowly Ricky ambled down the sidewalk, looking at his feet and battling some inner demons. He looked up to see what street he was on, and he saw her. There was no mistaking who it was. Kendra was about a block in front of him, being illuminated by the main street's lights. His feet picked up, and without being totally aware of it, Ricky was walking faster, jogging, running, and full out sprinting the last bit. Why? Why was he doing this? He didn't have time to answer as his feet skidded to a stop at the same time that his toned arms flew out and grabbed Kendra's form. He stepped close, breathing almost into her head as his arms, fueled by the feelings of alcohol, snaked around her waist and rested on her hips. It felt like an eternity of alcohol induced contact. Ricky's tanned skin came down to her shoulder, his nose and mouth coming to rest in that space between her head and the rest of her upper torso. He breathed slowly, trying to pull her closer with each breath until his body was touching the entirety of her back. There was no mental thought to it, as Ricky couldn't think. He couldn't even begin to wonder why he was hugging her so tightly, as if trying to force her to be a part of him. Why why why why. Why didn't he let go? Instead, he opened his mouth to speak, but he was at a loss what to say. What does one person say to another at a time like this? Ricky opened his eyes, surrounded by her hair and her smell. It was dizzying. "Don't.... d-don't confuse me like this, bab-Kendra. I don't think...I don't think I can take a-another person... l-leaving without a good reason," Ricky breathed into her neck, knowing that he was the biggest hypocrite, and probably deserved anything she did. But yet, it had to be her to break contact. Like a child clinging to it's mother. [/style] coded by electric of gs

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[KENDRA JACKSON]

Kendra was farther down, until she heard someone running, she began to turn around but next thing she knew was warmth. That was the only thing humans where for, and so she knew someone was hugging her, she first started to push them away, thinking it was some sort of rapist. Though she paused when she heard his voice. It was Ricky. DAMN IT. She just wanted him to go away, wait until she stopped this terrible.. feeling. His head was in the crook of her neck, pulling her closer and closer like losing her in this exact moment would be like his own life slipping out of his body. She didn't know how to handle this. She liked the feel of his skin on hers. She always had, she felt her hopes get up. But his words where obviously drunk, and her hopes where put down. Then the realization that she had now formed a soul had seeped into her brain. And then the realization she was going to die. Kendra used her arms to hug his and placed her face into his sleeve. She wasn't sure what to say. "You're the one who left" she stated holding back the tears that where daring to fall out of her eyes.

"I did nothing but sit here and wait for you" She stated a bit louder, the tears where stinging. Crying was weird, different, a feeling that she normally didn't feel. She'd never felt anything like this before. It was intense, overloaded. and painful. It hurt so bad, and that was a lie, it had hurt this bad when he left, maybe she had a soul all this time, "I was the one person who didn't leave and yet off you went." She said as though it where a joke, so silly. The irony in that, he decerived to be alone. She sighed and pulled away, but took his hand. "Come on, you're drunk." she said pulling him along, unsure of where his house was so her house would have to be the next best thing. She also was feeling another new feeling, she was tired. Due to no soul, food was enough for her and sleep had not been required. She could slip there but rarely did. Oh well, guess there was nothing she could do now. Except keep her feelings inside until he was ready to love her back, or she was ready to die. And the second seemed more likely.

((I'm replying on my tablet, so it's a bad post and no template sorry! DX))

[RICKY ORTIZ]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:500;] [atrb=align, middle][classy=box][classy=sicon][/classy][classy=txt] stay strong Ricky, you can do it! >> Melon/Kendra[/classy][/classy] [style=background-color:A8A8A8; border-left: 3px solid #CD0000; border-right: 3px solid #CD0000; padding:10px;]You're definitely not supposed to do that, you nimrod. Well shut up! No one asked you! You did! ______________ Ricky wasn't all that sure what was happening. He remembered leaving the bar, he remembered glaring at Larry and letting the door slam after him. He did not remember, however... getting to this oh so... familiar position. There were flashes, like a street he had crossed, or the moment when he touched her again, but it was not a coherent stream. Bits and pieces. He didn't remember all of it. Did alcohol work that quickly? Surely he would know, of all people. He had lived his childhood with an alcoholic father, and now he himself had turned to the bottle in absence of the heavier depressants. A dirty little circle. Ricky hated himself for it. Yet, he didn't hate this moment, even if he was intoxicated and even though he wasn't sure of his feelings. This moment, it felt...good, and good things came rarely to rude boys who needed to be punished. Good things were coveted. Saved within a deep recess of the mind, only to be remembered again when he needed it most. The feeling of his arms pulling her in closer, locked in a chest, to be used when he was feeling suicidal. The feeling of the nape of her neck, the closeness of her mind and heart and suspicions? It was to be kept in a different chest, only available in the most dire of situations. If Ricky didn't have the alcohol, would he have done this? Would he have acted so cold to her? Probably... but would he have ran after her, to catch her in this moment and quell the struggling by his familiar feel? It was hard to tell. He was always so...stubborn...rude, un-called for... Was that what he was being right now? Is she only hugging me back to be polite? Like a friend would do to a drunk friend? Is that what's happening?! When Kendra spoke, that thought flew out of his mind. She sounded so raw, vulnerable. Just like him. Ricky stiffened when she called him out. He hadn't expected this.... but... she was right.. wasn't she? Why couldn't he just think clearly for a moment! He didn't leave... he was still there, wasn't he? He... what was she referring to?! When did he leave her of his own accord? The whole time they had been 'together', Ricky had worried he was coming on TOO strong. Now... she said that he was the one who didn't put enough in? How did he reply to that? Ricky tried to stay calm. Maybe he was over-reacting. Ricky stayed silent the whole time, wondering if this was a bad idea, a godo thing gone wrong. Everything he had a part of started to do that. Even his job would go sour soon. This was the curse. Good things came to an end exponentially faster when he was around. This was one of those times. Ricky just couldn't force himself to let her go. His body had made it's demand, and now it wasn't about to give her up unless she did it herself. He knew she wasn't happy with him, who could be? Even now as Kendra spoke to him in such a sincere voice, it just got hammered into him more. She didn't want this, she didn't want him, the game was over. His drunk-ass didn't have any more coins left to play. It was cold. The spot where her frame had resided against his had been greeted with an unforgiving breeze as she sighed and pulled away. Did he do the wrong thing by not saying anything? It was cruel, the way it greeted him; it was like Ricky and the air were old foes. It was always cold at the...place. What was it called? Ricky spent a moment trying to figure it out, a tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth while suddenly colder arms pinned closer to his thin shirt. Suddenly, like a mother conquering it's child once again, Kendra grasped his hands and pulled him along, muttering something about him being drunk. "I'm not drunk! I'm... alive. Was I this e-exciting sober? I thin-not!" Ricky's words ran together at the end while they turned a corner. He tried to focus on simple things. Like walking for example. That was easy, right? Not complicated like every other fucking aspect of his life. He didn't know exactly where they were going, but that was okay with him. Even if she was taking him to a secret place to murder him, there was no loss on his part... well besides the whole being dead deal. The lines on the street seemed to blur together, and Ricky tried to find Kendra to get more support. He figured the alcohol was more in his bloodstream now. Or you wanna be closer to someone who doesn't want you. Shut up. Ricky tried to focus on something else... maybe a simple conversation? His headache could only get better, right? "Where....where are we going?"

[/color] Ricky gave a small smile, forcing his mouth to work. "And... I didn't leave...because... I wanted to. just so you know."[/color]

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