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Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Sept 21, 2015 6:30:12 GMT
Open to Uriah Han His first attempt at drinking the night away didn’t go exactly as planned.
So here he was trying it again, at a different bar, in a different part of town. The pain may have lessened slightly from the previous night, but that didn’t mean it was completely gone. However a majority of his money was, which meant he had to limit his spending just a bit. No giant clutter of bottles this time, just a few scattered glasses around him at his table in the corner. He had the same hat on, hiding his trademark hair away, but otherwise his attire was normal.
Setting the glass down, Lasair stared into the tinted liquid, eyes carrying a few layers of bags under them. Did he want to order another? Yes he did, but could he spare the money? Money. That was always what it came down to, no matter what he did. Looking up, his glossy eyes landed on the bartender and hung there. What should he do, what should he do…
"So will you have another?" The bartender spoke out for a moment before starting to collect a single glass and tipped a wet cloth into them and began to clean it out thoroughly before the capped man, it was quite a interesting cleaning as the individual seemed to have done a fair job of cleaning any source of the liquid that used to be within the slightly tinted containers. The jade eyes squinted while the continued to clean out the inside of the first glass before placing it behind the counter before picking up the next one. The man before him seemed to be having some troubles if he was drinking well this hard, now people could question how this was possible when the man could just be having a good time but doing such alone didn't suggest such behavior.
The man's voice should of been familiar to the drinking man as Uriah stood over him, dawning a much different outfit than their first encounter and this time for the record it was a particular black suit and he did not seem to speak of him out of familiarity but as a simple customer who was just having some hard times. Though at this point it was arguable that Lasair looked the same with his current state of depravity, was there some sort of loathing? None the less Uriah was blissfully unaware of the one he was dealing with currently and upon hearing shouts of others he stepped about from the man and went to go serve other drinks. Having just taken over his particular part of the shift it was already difficult enough to get around town with the curfew and lucky enough for him he had played it to where he arrived before it took affect for the day and would leave as soon as it ended in the morning.
Uriah himself seemed to be in a good mood overall as he could be for work, the most favorable part was the social aspect and the downside was just having to serve others even if it was just drinks for the time being. "Thank you for your patronage and we here look forward to your return." Nodding his head the man smiled brightly and ushered off individuals at a time as they had reached a certain limit. Each person he felt had great potential connections with not only having to have the right credentials to stay out at this time but also the money to spend it on something that would inevitably go to waste. His main focus returned back to the lonely individual in the corner before he returned to pick up where he had left off, lifting another glass and starting to clean it.
"So will you have another?" Uriah questioned this time more obtrusive than the previous time. Perhaps this man had some type of deep personal problems that could be solved with some money worked out, but if he could afford to drink glass after glass then perhaps a fortune was going to waste or has been for an extended period of time now. "Spouse troubles sir?" Speaking out again it was easier to attempt to the get individual speaking to see if he wanted another drink or not, if they talk about their problems they think about their problems and if they think about their problems they buy another drink.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Sept 22, 2015 8:28:58 GMT
Lasair glared at the waiter who was talking too much for his liking. There was a sort of haze in his eyes, preventing him from making out the face of the man he was talking to. If he were sober, he’d clearly recognize the face as the man from the one poker night. But, he were not sober. So the man was nothing more than an annoying waiter trying to push him to send more money.
Instead of answering, he picked up the glass in front of him and downed the little line of liquid that had collected at the bottom of it. “Don’ got a spou',” was the only thing he said to all the talking. The talking was already hurting his alcohol-filled head. But that was okay, he liked the feeling. It meant that he wouldn’t have much memory about the night the following day. Let the man busy himself around the redhead, just don’t focus that business on the ander himself. No, he would be happier to be left on his own.
Uriah narrowed his eyes as he man didn't seem to speak that much but he wasn't surprising if the man was going through a rough spot, 'cept it made bartendering a little more of a difficult task and loitering was every businesses worst enemy. Snatching the now empty glass at of the mans hands wasn't a very difficult task in his current state and the bartender began to clean it.
"Will you be havin' another?" He asked once more, this time turning his attention over to the side before he slide the glass he just used back under the tap before starting to let the liquid flow freely. "This one is on the house, so I hope you enjoy." Uriah didn't expect the man to really look up at his face face but he still smiled gently in an attempt to be comforting, placing the glass directly in front of him once again to replay the whole to be forgotten memory of drinking it.
Last Edit: Sept 22, 2015 18:36:58 GMT by Uriah Han
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Sept 23, 2015 16:36:09 GMT
When a new drink appeared in front of him, he could only blink and fight try to understand why it was there. But after a few moments the effort was abandoned, so he picked up the drink and took a long swig of it. “Thanks,” he said after placing it back on the counter.
He sat there, motionless, for several more moments before he scrunched his neck towards the man that stood next to him. His vision was compromised, but that didn’t stop him from trying to look anyway. “You remind me of someone I met once. He was handsome too.” His face turned to the floor as he began coughing, one hand covering his mouth. His body did not like all the liquor in his stomach, but he was determined to keep it down. As the coughing subsided, he wrapped his grimy hands around the glass again and took a larger drink from it. “Keep your life together, yeah? You got the looks. Don’t misuse them.” It made sense in his head, but would probably merit a slightly confused look from the other man.
Uriah cringed slightly as the man began to cough, waiting until after he recovered and continue to speak more before replying to him. "Flattery won't get you another refill my friend." The bartender smirked and stepped away for a moment to think about what they man had said while helping another customer and slowly returning back to his post. Having to get drinks and exchange money with others before he could actually return back to the individual.
"It's none of my business to inquire much further but do you think you're capable of handling much more? It would truly be a shame if you were unable to make it home tonight sir." Uriah expressed his concern for how much the man was drinking but it was not up to him if the man thought he was more than good enough, so long as he didn't attempt to burn down the bar or any nearby buildings.
Last Edit: Sept 23, 2015 21:15:27 GMT by Uriah Han
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Sept 28, 2015 8:09:58 GMT
“I’ll take as much as I can get. Whether or not I can handle it is out of the question.” Lasair took another drink from the glass, looking down into the liquid instead of up at the bartender. His thoughts came slow, as if they needed to travel through a vat of syrup to even begin to be processed.
A thought struck him then and his head jerked up, towards the window. It was dark outside, and had been for several hours now. No wonder the bar was so empty, hardly anyone could be out at this time. At least, hardly any anders like the red head himself. He swore under his breath as his head fell into his hand, a frustrated sigh coming from his lips. “I forgot about the curfew,” he mumbled, waiting a moment to continue, as he wasn’t sure where his conversation companion was present.
“You asked if I had lady troubles, yeah? The answer isn’t no, but it ain’t yes either.” His fingers messaged his forehead for a moment before he lifted his head up, eyes somehow looking even more tired than before. “There’s all these girls after me. Some I like, some not so much, but anyway. I know most guys would dream of something like this, of having all these ladies to choose from. But me? I hate it. I could never pick one of ‘em. Could never commit to something. But all these people, all of them want to be with me, I just…” His voice ended with a crack as some water clouds his eyes. They squeeze shut as his hand reaches out for the glass, pulling it to his mouth for another long drink. As the glass lands back on the table with a thunk, Lasair reaches up to wipe his eyes, face cringing from the alcoholic taste. But he didn’t care, he wanted more. He wanted to forget.
Uriah waited for the man to finish talking so he could think over what the individual was saying and perhaps give his own input that could possibly help him out if at all possible. The bar itself was mostly cleared out aside from the one or two stragglers here and there that would soon be leaving of their own accord.
Uriah was rather impressed he was able to hit the nail somewhere instead of completely missing overall as he head that girls were the mans problem, a little strange but perhaps he just wasn't that much into them? Well it didn't sound that overall as he just couldn't choose one which could be a big problem if one walked in on him and the other... Uriah's thoughts stopped there as he didn't want to think of a strange man in a cap with a handful of women doing whatever it is that they do.
"Quite frankly I don't think drinkin' should be your answer for girl troubles... Now if it was a spouse or someone closer perhaps but just a handful of girls might be a little over board sir." Uriah shook his head but perhaps there was more to this story exactly, or maybe the man is just overly sensitive and lost the love of his life because there was so many girls. HE must really be wealthy, it seemed rather difficult to believe some pretty boy is just walking around the hovel with a group of fanatic girl followers.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Sept 28, 2015 9:56:15 GMT
“But…” he began to protest as the words hit his ears. His eyes darted around, water still forming in the corners. He looked at the bartender who obviously didn’t understand, the drink that obviously didn’t hide the answer, the window that obviously meant trouble when it came time to leave, and then finally down at his hands, which obviously had no idea how to get out of this mess he was in.
He shook his head, arm reaching up to rub his eyes again as he began to cough, however he swallowed this one before it could turn into a big fit like before. “They’re more than just girls. They’re people who I know well and would even call friends if I knew how the word worked.” A pause to take a sip from his drink, which was growing closer and closer to being empty. “I care bout them all, the ones I get along with I mean. I’m a sap like that. But I could never pick one. And I hate to push them away because I led them on in the first place!”
As the last word rang out, his upper body collapsed on itself, head in the crook of his elbow for a few moments before he pulled himself up, visibly shaken from the experience. “It’s hard. And it don’t help that there’s no one I can talk to bout this. All my options happen to be people involved with the issue. I usually don’t spout my problems off to barkeeps. I’m sorry.” His left hand returned to the glass, fingers wrapping around it, as if seeking comfort, but he didn’t bring it to his lips. Not yet at least. His mind was distracted by the fact that the bartender was starting to look oddly familiar, if only for a moment.
Raising an eyebrow to the mans words perhaps there was a little more to this than he had lead on previously and proceed to give more useful information about the situation he was having but overall to Uriah it didn't seem like that big of a deal. So he let a few people get close? It never hurt anyone unless they all want to be in some sort of relationship with him. Then it came down to if the girls knew each other or anything like that but he wasn't just going to straight out ask something such as that. Though watching the man fall on himself seemed to pull a little sympathy from the bartender enough to keep him from making sure he got another drink.
"That's what we're here for sir, at least to attempt to help with problems... That and serve drinks but when it gets late like this it becomes like one of those theater plays. How about I take that for you?" Uriah spoke out and reached his hand forward in an attempt to take the glass away while continuing to talk. "Perhaps just telling them could help? People can only get so close because you end up in 'that' kind of situation and you don't... Have to push them away exactly. Isn't it more important they're just there to begin with? From how I see it the company you keep is more important than the.." The man thought about what he was saying for a moment and how it was completely hypocritical of how he would classify people in his own life, he looked primary at their use for him before thinking of them as people which was getting a little more difficult lately with particular individuals.
"If you enjoy their company you should keep them around, but if it prevents you from sleeping at night perhaps you should distance yourself from them. Even if it is difficult won't it be easier for yourself in the end?" He asked curiously, changing what he was saying earlier to prevent contradicting how he lived his own life style.
Last Edit: Sept 28, 2015 21:01:02 GMT by Uriah Han
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Sept 29, 2015 1:44:00 GMT
When the bartender reached for his glass, Lasair quickly lifted it up and downed the rest of the contents, handing it back to him then. No, he would not have another. Not this time. “You don’t get it. I mean, I don’t get it either but that’s beside the point. I can’t stay with them all but I hate to stay away. They’re my only friends. The only people I get along with. Sometimes I just wish every encounter was the first meeting. I always feel like myself when I first meet someone. It’s all the meetings after that. Those get hard. I always worry bout how I look and how I act and what they’ll think.” His head fell into both hands now, emotions swaying through him. He didn’t know what to do or what to say anymore. Nor did he know where he would go once he was inevitably kicked out of the place.
Narrowing his eyes Uriah watched as the man finished off the last of his drink before he managed to get the glass back in his possession, a little annoyed that obviously the man himself most likely knew he had enough by now but wanted to get what he could. "Then you would say this is yourself? As I recall this is our first time meeting and somethin' tells me that you don't generally act like this around those females." The man spoke back almost tauntingly over the subject well conflicting words among the actions. "Here." Uriah picked up a tray of peanuts and pushed them towards the man. "Try to sober up a little bit, with the curfew we can't stay up as late without proper sales."
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Sept 29, 2015 4:17:31 GMT
Lasair laughed as the question came to his ears. “No, this ain’t really me either. I’m usually not so…drunk.” He laughed again, reaching up to rub his eyes some. “And I can’t recall if we met before. You look familiar kinda…” his voice trailed off as he waved a hand. The same hand landed in the peanuts, picking out a few to munch on. He began to sway in his seat, thoughts trailing off to unknown locations. The hand that wasn’t in the nuts reached up to scratch at his hair, pushing the hat up enough to reveal a streak of red. It could be enough to trigger the memory of the bartender, but perhaps not. Only his reaction would tell.
Upon gazing at the bright steak of red hair Uriah's eyes widened as the voice of individual was slowly starting to become somewhat familiar once again but it had been a little bit of time since that had last run across each other and who would of thought they would end up at a bar together at all places. Uriah wondered what exactly happened since the last time the two met up but he wasn't exactly positive this man was the same person behind the hat. This time seemed to have a fair number of interesting hair colored people.
"So you got a name stranger? Best way to see if I know you." Uriah commented still wondering what La.. Lazar? No that wasn't his name.. He remembered him at least being fair looking, not as beautiful as himself or anything but La.. Lance? No that still wasn't it. Uriah shook his head trying to remember the man's name.
Post by Lasair Landevier Lupen on Sept 30, 2015 0:31:47 GMT
“Lasair Lupen, ever at your service.” His tone started off cheery, as it usually was when he introduced himself, but then to look faded. He found himself looking down at his hands. “And everyone else’s. Always at their service, never them at mine.” Sighing, he rubbed his face once more and then turned around, attempting to stand up now.
When his feet hit the ground, he tried to stand up but the ground began swaying, shaking even. A hand reached out to grip the edge of the counter, his eyes scrunching closed as he willed the world to hold still, if only for a moment. Walking would be a challenge. But for now, he only fought to stand.
"All you need is love." -John Lennon
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