Another Beer to Pass Around

[emiliomarcuccilli]

Another Beer to Pass Around
Tagged : Imogen Hathaway
[W][M] Language and who else knows what

It was Friday night at 11:30 at night. The city was alive and full of excitement. Most people are out with friends or on dates. The air was nice and crisp just like it always was in the spring. The nuit noir was crowded as always with people out by themselves who will eventually meet other people or groups of people hanging out but not for Emilio. It was the night that he had just gotten the weekend off. His shift was over since he had the early shift tonight. He stood much taller then most people did. He had on his black tee shirt with black jeans. He had his black hat turned backwards on his head. He was extremely well built but anyone who was a wrestler was always built.

Emilio had decided not to go home since he was stressed and needed something to loosen his body up. He weaved through people to reach the bar area. Everyone who worked here and well just a lot of people knew him, which is why he had on his dark sunglasses. He didn't want to deal with the paparazzi tonight and he didn't want to deal with whinny fans either. He knew that some people would recognize him but it is better then everyone in the place recognizing him. After several minutes of weaving around the wild crazed crowd that has formed, Emilio had reached the bar. He sat down at the stool that was in the middle of the counter. He looked up at the bartender whom he had known extremely well inside and out literally.

"The usual...." He said as he nodded at her with a smirk on his face. She laughed softly and shook her head with a roll of her eyes. She turned and got him a bottle of Belzebuth. He could already hear that dark brown bottle calling his name. He closed his eyes as he tuned out everyone and begin to already taste the soft candyish alcohol in his mouth. He let out a deep breath as he opened his eyes and right there in front of him set his beer. It was already uncapped and everything. His big strong hand reached over and picked up the bottle feeling the cold chill run from the smooth glass onto his hands. He moved the bottle to his lips and took a long guzzle of the drink he had been wanting all evening.

After a few minutes he set the bottle on the counter. Half the bottle was there now. A satisfied smirk curled onto his face as he looked up at the bartender and winked. He looked up at the tv that was playing an old race where his favorite racer, Yvan Muller, had tragically lost. That race was also the day that Emilio got extremely upset and broke a window of the garage. But he had it replaced within 48 hours. He sighed and shook his head at the screen. He still couldn't believe that Muller let the stuck up Brazilian, Augusto Farfus Jr, pass him up when Muller was so close to the finish line.

[imogen]

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Pretty, tall, blond hair, blue eyes and skinny build? People woul think Imogen had the easiest of lives, beautiful as she was, free to roam wherever she wished and do just about the same. Thing was, Im rarely let people see just how pretty she was. She was constantly hiding behind things, covering her face, putting her big, trademark Hathaway ice blue eyes behind huge sunglasses. Maybe that was why she had taken up photograpy, instead of the modelling people had always suggestd she do: because she got to hide behind the camera and focus on other's beauty, rather than worry about herself. She loved the focus you had to have to be a photographer, the hard work it took, the pure effort. She loved the fact that she could lose herself in her pictures.

Tonight, like any other night, she did have her camera with her, that was a given. Though tonight, she only had her small digital, tucked away in her purse in case she saw something completely amazing. She had chosen to wear some of her best tonight...you couldn't go to a bar and not look your hottest, even if you were shy like Im. She was wearing a short denim skirt, red heels, and a red shirt. The shirt was sleevless despite the slight chill, and she had opted to wear a black sweater over the shirt, so it couldn't be seen until she removed the sweater. She wore her hair down, with a simple silver necklace with a red ruby charm, and a match ring and earrings. She looked pretty, but she didn't really think she did. She was so super self concious, she never thought she looked good.

She had decided to go to the bar merely because she had nothing better to do today, and nowhere better to hang out. She needed to meet some people anyhow, and she really needed to meet a guy someday. She was losing faith in love fast, and growing entirely too lonely without the constant prescence of her huge family to keep her company. So basically, tonight was good for two things: making friends and making friends. She wasn't going to leave that bar until she had talked to a few people, she really did need to get over her weird, irrational shyness. She exited the apartment she shared with several people, and got in her bright red Ford Mustang. Soon, she arrived at her destination. It was late, but that usually meant the most people would be around.

She exited the car and beeped it locked, then turned around and made for the doors. She patted down her curls self conciously as she stood in the doorway, then tried to remember some of the stuff her older friend Persephone had been trying to tell her: just be yourself. Easy enough for Perry to say, she was drop dead gorgeous and had the charming Glamour power to help her out. Imogen shrugged and decided still to take Perry's advice, but she figured she, unlike Perry, would have to be the one to approach the guys. Most were in crowds, which she shied away from. Finally, she spotted a guy at the bar who seemed to be alone. Here goes nothing. She flipped her hair back and walked right over, sitting in a stool next to him. "Is that drink any good?" she asked, in way of greeting. "I need a drink quite badly..." she nodded and rolled her eyes a little.

[emiliomarcuccilli]

He was busy focusing on the randomly different colored bottled liquors that set behind the bar on a counter. He didn't even notice someone sit down next to him until he saw the bartender eye the seat to his side. He turned his head and then saw a beautiful blond woman sitting next to him. Damn.... he didn't even have to look his best and still a girl talks to him. That was one of the things that he just loved about himself and felt sorry for the other guys. He has always been a charmer to all females. He thought that if you don't like them still flirt with them and make them special. He learned this from his younger sister Toni. He could tell that she was different from the other club hoppers around here. Otherwise she would already have drank at least four mixed drinks, danced around, and be with all of her other friends.

He looked down at his drink and then at her. "Depends.... This drink leaves a dry taste in your mouth and is rather hardcore for your first drink of the night." He said with a smirk as he gazed onto her face. He slowly moved his head and looked at all the drinks that were displayed. He knew she would probably like something that was either fruity sweet or fruity tangy if not then he must not be in his game. His eyes quickly read each bottle. BINCHOISE BLONDE... nah that was another dry drink CARACOLE that is a possiblity since that drink had a hint of an orange taste to it with Wallonian amber ale with lingering Styrian hop. He took a mental note of that drink so he would remember it. The DUCHESSE DE BOURGOGNE was a favorite among the girls he was around in the past with its sweet, fruity ale with a pleasant sour finish. He finished reading the rest the names off of the rest of the bottles and then looked over at her.

"Do you want a fruity taste or more of a bitter taste like this..." He said in a calm voice as he dragged his bottle across the counter. It stopped in front of her. He was going to let her take a taste of it. He was clean with no diseases or anything and a girl like her was more then likely clean herself. So he was not afraid to let her take a sip of his beer. He looked at her with a half smile and a half smirk on his face as he waited for her assessment of that drink.

As he waited he took off his sunglasses. He knew this was a risk but hell this chick was worth it. He closed the legs of his shades and set them on the counter. Her took off his hat as well. He figured might as well let her see the complete look before giving her his name. He ran a hand through his semi spiked hair. His gel looked like it was starting to let his hair go. But that was okay he will just have to get a trim and buy some stronger gel in a few days. He set his hat on top of his shades and then turned his head to looked at this beautiful creature that sat next to him.

[imogen]

She gauged his reaction for a moment, trying to decide if he was bothered by her sitting her or not. For some reason, he seemed slightly amused. She had the feeling that the impression that she was not a normal bar hopper wasn't getting past him....he could probably see right through her. With her power, she could sense most of the Untainted and Tainted beings in the room, and she could tell he was an Untainted. Not that that bothered her...some Untainted were actually very interesting, amazing people. She did believe some powers made the Tainted superiour to the Untainted, but she also believed that you shouldn't judge one Untainted on the basis of how every other Untainted being had ever acted towards you. So basically, she had an open mind.

"Ah then...suppose it's not for me, eh?" she said, smirking some back at him, her own eyes studying what she could see of his face behind the sunglasses and hat. A weird attire to be wearing in the sort of dark bar, but she didn't ask questions. She followed his gaze to the shelf, as he seemed busy weighing the pros and cons of drinks on there. She let him do this without interrupting, perfectly content to watch her surroundings and see what he came up with for her. Really, Im was no stranger to drinking....she did it quite often. She just tended not to go to bars, usually grabbed a case and went to Perry's house or somewhere, rather than go out and socialize while she was drinking. It was probably clear she was shy, judging by the way she could barely make small talk. It wasn't that she was putting him off...it was just that she was genuinely at a loss for words.

Her eyes went back to him as he asked a question, to asses exactly what she would like. She shrugged, pretending to not know her preference when she already knew she despised fruity drinks. Perry had told her to always take the chance to flirt, always take the chance to get closer to the person talking to you. Plus, it was a sip of a drink, what harm could it do? He seemed cleaner than the lot of guys around her, from what she could see of him, and she was neat herself. She smiled at him before raising the drink to her lips, taking a slow drink, and setting in back down on the counter. She pretended to let the drink settle for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, I like this one a lot. Though, I think you almost had me pegged for the fruity flavor, didn't you?" she joked a little.

She couldn't help but study him out of the corner of her eye as he removed the sunglasses and hot. He was hot, that was for sure. Great, now she was sure to stumble over her words even worse. Ok, work your strengths, that was probably best. She leaned against the counter a little, letting her legs stretch down in a way that probably made them look a mile long. She unbuttoned the sweater and set it on the stool next to her, shrugging a little after she did. "It's way to hot in here, all these people sweating and dancing." she commented. "So, what drink do you think I should have, then?" she asked, still trying to make conversation and really, really hoping she didn't come off as an utter and complete idiot.

[emiliomarcuccilli]

Hearing her saw that she enjoyed the same type of drink as him was a bit of a shock. Most of the girls he has known didn't like that drink. He smirked at her. He laughed softly and nodded his head when she made the statement. "Yeah I did have you pegged as a fruity." He said with a smirk. He kept eye contact for her for a moment. He turned his head to the bartender. "One Troublette for her," he said as he pointed to the girl that was sitting next to him. "On my tab." He finished with a smirk on his face. The bartender shook their head with a smile. They did as he had said though.

Emilio had a huge tab here. But he keeps it paid. He normally pays it on Mondays. He has more then enough money from his old career to his father's account. He knew that he didn't have to beg for money or any of the sorts. He loved having money. It meant that it could just make it easier to impress a girl depending on the girl or even make her see that he is responsible at least in that girl's eyes. But it all depending on how the girl was and what he thought that girl was looking for even if it was just for that night which it mostly was. Emilio is known as the romancer and the type of guy that has a very high record on getting the girls that many people get turned by. He knew just what to say and what not to say. He knew how to act and what not to act like.

Seeing her beginning to open up to him and feeling more comfortable, even made Emilio more comfortable then ever. He smirked as he checked her out from the corner of his eye. He slowly turned his head to look over at her. He had to admit that she had a body of a model which he loved. He hated being around girls that were buff like the female wrestlers. They were extremely unattractive to him. He thought that girls are suppose to be soft and smooth not hard and rippled. That half grin and half smile began to form on his face as he wondered how old this girl was and all those little needy details.

"I am Emilio Marcuccilli." He said as he say the bartender set the bottle of the drink that he had ordered for her. He hoped that she would like it. He figured it would since it had a fruity acidity in a dry finish. So it wasn't as hardcore as his drink but it wasn't that weak either. He smiled as he looked over at her and waited for her reply of her name. He figured she was around his age or a little bit younger then him. He didn't know much and he knew that he couldn't really judge her by her outside.