Breaking Atrophy

[mitch]

TAGGED: Open

[W] Slight Language
[M] Just In Case

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Night time, the time to come out and play which of course Mitch was already at the bar and doing his normal. With his group of men he was playing some poker to raise some money for himself. He was doing quite well too which he smirked at the cards in his hand which was indeed a bad set. He set all the cards face down in front of him then adjusted the deep blue coat around him better. "All in." He said, again, he slide all his money into the middle of the table meaning he was putting all his 2 thousand dollars into the game. In all reality Mitch had a 2,3,6, Ace and a Jack as his cards which is nothing at all. But he slide all his money in and then he sat back looking smooth and confidence with his hand. The others looked at him wary then most of them went in with their own money.

Course one other man looked like he was confident with his hand. He waited till it was time to show the hands when all of a sudden everything stopped, frozen. Mitch sat there for a mere moment then he stood up and then walked around the table slowly. All the men were holding their hands up in front of their faces so all Mitch had to do was walk around and take a glance at them all. No one had a good hand except the other cocky man with a four of a kind of 9's. There was only one hand to beat that which Mitch went quickly to his deck then took out the two, three, and six. He threw them back into the deck then he began to shuffle around to get out three cards to replace. When he got the only hand he knew to beat a four of a kind he set his new cards down in front of them.

Making everything looked like it was before he frozen time. When he was all done he went back to his seat put the smug look back on his face and everything came to movement again. The other men threw down their decks and showing they had nothing. Just as Mitch remembered which the only one was the cocky one. All he did was look at Mitch then smirk off and yelled out something which Mitch already know. 'Four of a kind! Ha!' Which he was about to seize for the money but Mitch stood up quickly. His blue eyes went to the men who was grabbing for the money pot and then tisked the man slowly. "Tisk tisk...too bad. Royal flush." He went grabbed his own cards and slammed then down in front for all of them to see.

Mitch's deal was a ten, jack, queen, king and an ace which was indeed a royal flush. The cocky man looked so flabbergasted he sat back in his chair shocked he had lost to a better hand. Mitch smirked slowly then he took the money pile then he began to organize it better. As soon as he got all his money he won he rolled it into a ball and shoved it inside his coat pocket. "Not if you excuse me gentlemen it's the time for me to drink and enjoy the night." They all dismissed Mitch from the table which he walked off with most the winnings too. He did not win every deal since he did not want some suspensions to be brought out on him. Mostly no one know of his power unless he told them which no he really told no one. He barely told anything of his life since he did not really favor to share too much.

Maybe it was because he was just so guilty inside of him even though he tried. Only piece of family he had left was lost or deceased and either one he could not bare. He didn't mean to leave his little brother behind but he had to and he didn't know where to find him in the first place. A small sigh escaped his own lips which he went to the bar then took a seat on a bar stool then he pulled out a cigarette. "Ashtray and shot of whiskey please." He said nicely to Marty the bartender. He got the ashtray which he put the smoke to his lips then lit it with a lighter. He shoved the lighter and pack away in his outer pocket then took a long breath inside of him. His shot came to him but he did not touch it just yet for he was enjoying his victory cigarette. "Keep my tab open. I'll be here awhile Marty."

He said to the bartender then he took the shot without a problem. He set the empty glass right side up in front of him indicating to keep them coming. Taking a long drag from his smoke he just was looking at the various bottles of alcohol. Thoughts were on his mind, lots of them, he was clearly not in a particularly good mood. But this was everyday which he put a fake smile on his face so he didn't look unpleasant. Soon he began to take the sound of the music box into him and just looked settled, relaxed. Kept smoking and did not touch his new shot of whiskey just yet. He was in mild thought about what else he could be doing that night but he had not a clue, maybe he should find some company. His head turned around which he saw no one of particular interest to him, well he didn't look too hard. With a small sigh of disappointment he turned again to flick ashes in the ash tray and looked at the shot in front of him.

[evangelicsavard]

Another night to go out, another night to get piss-faced. Okay, not entirely. A good buzz and Ang would be a happy girl. Perhaps she'd find someone to take home while she was at it? She even went through the process of dolling herself up. Which actually wasn't too much of a process. She threw on a pair of jeans, low rise to compliment her long torso, a pair of black glossy leather fuck-me-pump stiletto's to finish off that 'legs-for-miles' effect. A nice black satin, sleeveless and collared blouse with a black leather belt to match the shoes. Her long blonde hair was left loose in waves falling to about mid-back without a hint of a single product except the scent of her lilac shampoo and conditioner. She sure was dressed to kill tonight.

After locking her front door and slipping her keys into her small black clutch, it was best decided to walk to the bar. She buttoned her wool coat that she had snagged from her coat hanger inside before taking a step further into the night. It would only take her about ten minutes, but the walk would be nice and the weather wasn't too frightfully cold yet, although it did make her nose a little runny. She proceeded on down her cobblestone walkway, making sure to step carefully for fear of wobbling on her two and a half inch heels. Once she was through her gate, she felt comfortable to continue at strides down the sidewalk. She'd gotten used to walking in heels over the years but nothing could prepare a girl for the pain she'd be in when she took them off at the end of the night.

After turning at a few corners, she had finally reached the small pub. Her cheeks were rosy and she had been sniffling the whole way, but it was worth it. An unfamiliar man held the door open for her and she shoved her hands in her pockets. She knew she could control what she saw, but lately she'd been... tapping powers. For only seconds, but it scared the living hell out of her. She didn't know who was and wasn't Tainted and she'd rather keep it that way if that was how she'd find out. She let a sigh rush past her lips at the thought and how it frustrated her. Looking at the bar, she found only one empty seat next to a man that looked like he could be her age, which was damn near perfect.

She weaved her body through the loosely pack pub and slipped onto the stool. The bartender, Marty, approached her with a smile which she returned. He held out a hand like usual and she shook it like usual. She focused herself to pluck out the highlights of his day from his memories; a woman a few years his elder had hit on him. She smiled coyly and leaned over, "Marty, you're looking pretty good today! I'm sure the ladies are just all over you." Which, in reality, Marty looked like Marty. Same style of clothes, same hairstyle, same bored look. Except now he seemed caught back a little. He replied in only a chuckle and asked for a drink. After a momentary thought, she looked to the man next to her. "I'll have whatever he's having.." Within seconds, a shot of whiskey was placed in front of her. And within seconds after that it was gone and placed right side up for more.

[mitch]

So out of boredom he went into his front pocket then he pulled out his wad of money then began to count it. His cigarette was hanging in his mouth as he was flipping through the bills and was getting happier with the numbers. About four thousand, now that was really not bad for a winning game of poker. The man must be a high roller or something which he thought he had a good hand but he did not. Mitch cheated, only because had had no other choice for he was trying to make a living for his poor habits. Also pay off a car payment for his car he is saving up to be shipped over here. A nice green with custom paint 1968 Ford Mustang that supposedly was in an old move called Bullitt. He didn't really care other then he got the car at some point which he was nearly saved up for it.

Would be nice for him to own something of his own really other renting an apartment. Maybe he would go traveling and find his little brother, which was still possible. With a small drag to his smoke he ashed again then blew out the smoke slowly and did not even notice some young lady too a seat near him. He didn't look over until he heard a female voice near him. His head slightly turned and his eyes kind of dances around her facial features. She spoke to the bartender which he finally turned his head away since it was rude to stare. He took another long drag of his cigarette then he put it out in the ash tray in front of him. After his hand went to his shot glass which he kind of picked up her words and then looked over curiously.

Did she just order a whiskey? All he did was raise an eyebrow at the curiosity then watched. Not staring at her but watched her receive the shot then take the shot. Impressed and intrigued he went took his own shot then he cleared his voice to the bartender. "Hey Marty, put her on my tab. A woman who can handle her whiskey is surely a friend of mine, don't you agree?" He asked which Marty just smiled off and nodded to the request went to get more drinks. After straightening himself up he turned his bar stool to face her now. Well he did not know he was set up to begin with for him to be impressed which sadly he was easily impressed. Especially when a female takes a straight manly drink like whiskey instead of that vodka or girly drinks.

He let off a charming smile of course as he turned her way then introduced himself or gave the introduction speech he said a time or two before. "Hey, I don't think I've seen you around here before. I'm sure I'd remember a woman who doesn't settle for some fruit flavored smoothie. I'm Mitchell Daniels but you can call me Mitch. And you are?" He said then he let out his hand to shake her hand which he just had no idea what he was getting himself into. She'd probably find out a lot more then he cared to share. Like how he cheated in poker to win, getting his car, his brother Jim or even his deep dark past of tragedy. But none of that was being told with the smile on his face and the look in his baby blue eyes. He just pulled off the whole friendly look for he was happy to meet a new friend. Sure she was a beautiful friend indeed and he'd love to have fun with her, but he didn't say that he just kept it in his mind as well.

[evangelicsavard]

She didn't know, but she felt for sure that he watched her shoot down the harsh liquid in one swift gulp. She throat still tingled as the man made the remark about putting her on his tab. A small blush rose to her cheeks and she chuckled as she looked to him. She could definitely get a better look of him from this seat and there was nothing there to disappoint. After a thorough head to toe, she gave a short nod of approval to herself and smiled in full. She watched Marty head off to fetch the drinks before shifting her blue hues to the man once again, and this time for good as he adjusted his seat to face her.

Step one, getting noticed by the opposite sex, was now complete. Ang might have even breezed through step two, attracting that member of the opposite sex. Now it was on to step three, snagging this member of the opposite sex. "My father taught me what a proper woman 'ought to drink. I'm Evangelic Savard, but I truly do prefer Ang." She watched him hold out his hand and she took a deep breath. Focusing her mind on the highlights of his day, she took his hand. Sliding her fingers around his skin, visions of his cheating at poker slid into her mind, his original cards coming into view but were cut off quite soon.

First it was her bar stool, then the floor. Her stomach felt as if it were sinking and that there was no longer a single thing beneath her. Butterflies fluttered impatiently and left her with a strange tingling sensation in her abdomen. She watched the people around her talk, move, laugh. They'd all been stuck in a slow motion. She felt distraught, pulling her hand quickly away and grabbing a hold of her left wrist. Rubbing over her tattoo, she gave a weak smile as things began to make sense again and resumed at normal speed. "Oh.. I think you've just shocked me." She chuckled nervously, reminding herself that she was living in a world where not everyone was too happy with their kind. She felt the urgency to move on.

And at what decent timing did Marty approach with a bottle of whiskey. The clever man filled their shot glasses and set up another two glasses for the two so he could wonder for a few moments and take other drink orders. Ang quickly took one and slammed it back before braving another look at this Mitch. Was step three failing her on account of their being Tainted? Negatory, she wouldn't allow it. "So, tell me Mitchell. How long are you planning on sticking around? 'Cause if it's not long then I'll have to persuade you otherwise." She gave a smile with a hint of seduction as she rested her hand on a thigh of her crossed legs.

[mitch]

He had no earthly idea this was all part of some three step process in her mind or neither did he care really. If her intention was to drag him home with her like he would object to it since it would make his night much better. When she said her father taught her to drink properly he went smirked slowly. Now what was a good answer too which he was quite impressed on what a different person this one was. Maybe was his all around lucky night so he let off a smile for he was pleased already. Also such a pretty and unique name for such a girl too and had to repeat the name. "Evangelic, such a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl. I think the nick name Ang suits you perfectly." He smiled to show he did have respect for both the names she gave him.

Then held out his hand for her to shake and was prepared to intake her smooth soft skin. Which is was smooth to the touch as he swiftly ran his thumb over the back of her hand. But something odd also happened to him too shortly after she touched him which he looked slightly confused. Like his power or strength was being sucked from him but it only lasted a mere moment. She pulled away which he gingerly took his hand back looked at her like he was saying something. 'What the hell was that' kind of look but he did slowly let it off thinking it could of been nothing. He straighten up got his strength back then shook his head for that was strange to him.

Her words did make up for it which he looked at her with his settle blue eyes then smiled. "Yeah I think I felt something too." He said since he was not sure how to even explain what just happened. He was not keen on other abilities out there since he was too focused on his own. Clearing his throat he went for the new shot that was placed in front of him. He took the shot instantly then placed it down down for one more which that was his limit for now. There was a routine he liked to follow so that he'd not get smashed then pay all his winnings away. Or even worst bring some ugly chick home with him and do something regretful, never ever would he put himself in that position.

With a lick to his lips slowly just getting the taste of the whiskey off them he looked over at her. Cleared his throat once more before moving his hand up to swipe the long bangs from his face so his blue eyes can not be hidden. She called him by his full name which he did not mind at all, just smiled. Just because some little thing he did not know happened between them doesn't mean he was uninterested. Now he was interested more in what the hell happened between them. But he did not boost it out to the world he just smiled at her question. Wow, she was a straight forward and lets get down to business kind of girl. Weakness was a girl who knew what they want and exactly how they wanted it, so impressive.

"Well, Ang, I was thinking to have my four shots of whiskey then cutting that off. Grab me a beer then head over to the pool tables for a round. So I guess I'll be here for some time. But since you grabbed my....attention...that could all change unless you want to join me. Or was there something else on you mind?" He asked the last question slowly and curiously. Sure he did want to have fun but maybe not get right to the point, he liked flirting after all. Build the moment up better between the two people for then the sexual tension was better. Because if the tension was so great then later when the tension was broken made the whole moment hotter and possibly more enjoyable.

[evangelicsavard]

She took the second shot in her hand as Mitchell told her exactly what she wanted to hear. She let a smile play on her lips as she rested her eyes on his, a very nice pair of baby blues that seemed to be the opposite of her deep blue orbs. "We don't have to worry about what's on my mind for now.." She raised her eyebrows while she most definitely checked him out. "But, until then, pool sounds fantastic. And besides, I play better when I'm working on a buzz." She chuckled lightly as she took this final shot and flipped it upside down.

She waited for Marty to wander back over before she asked kindly with a please and thank you for a Newcastle Brown Ale. He handed her the requested drink after he popped the tab and Ang waited patiently for Mitchell to get his. She slid off the chair, her heels clicking on the floor. She took a quick sip from the bottle, leaving her lips just slightly chilled, and turned to lead the way to a pool table. The whole 'ladies first' thing bothered her, but she thoroughly enjoyed showing off her ass.. ets. Letting her hips sway with each step, she slid out of her wool coat to let him get a better view of her petite frame. Tossing the coat on a chair at an empty table, she worked around the pool table and to the cue sticks. After pulling down three, putting back three, the forth was just right.

She looked over her shoulder to Mitchell before letting the rest of her body follow in direction and said, "I'll rack them.. I'm terrible at breaking." Leaning her cue stick against the chair with her coat on it, she took down the triangle and set her beer on the edge of the pool table. She pulled all the balls from the pockets and rolled them to one end then began to set them up. In order to do this, she had to just slightly bend over. Now, the type of top she was wearing originally didn't show cleavage and when bent over, it didn't show nearly enough. Ang knew the fine definition of trashy and she never dared to be the exact image of it. Instead, she dressed with the important things covered. Well, covered enough to leave men wanted more. A proper metaphor to this would be perhaps a cliff hanger.

Either way, she racked the balls just like the should be and then took the cue ball and rolled it to the opposite side of the table. She picked up her beer and took a step back. Bringing the mouth of the bottle to her own, she paused a second to watch him break the triangle from it's shape before taking a sip and setting the glass on the table with a small clank. She picked up the cue stick and looked over the tip before picking up the blue chalk. "Nice..." She took her eyes off of the cue stick to flicker to his own for only a moment before resting back on to what she was doing.

[mitch]

Mitch was sure he had pleased her with his proper answer for the smile on her lips showed it and she looked at him. He hadn't yet gotten the chance to check her out but he was sure there be a moment for that. Flirt he was but dog he was not which he waited for the chance for a full view. Though he kind of felt earlier she literally undressed him with her eyes though he couldn't argue. His blue eyes kept on her own dark blue ones then the normal melting smile went on his face. He didn't say anything to what she said the first time to the comment about her mind, dirty birdy. Mitch was just satisfied she was not straight to the point and he'd play his game with her first. Courting was the funniest part of the game in the first place as well as the flirting.

Sure he had gotten the drift she already wanted him but he always liked to make it a teasing game. As he thought, it made the later of the night more interesting if she was just begging to rip his clothing off. With another look to Marty he asked for one more shot which would make four then a beer, his usual. But when she said New Castle he went changed his mind right away then shook off his last order of beer. "No, let me have what she is having. Sounds good." He nodded slowly then took the last shot that was given to him. After he was done he put the shot glass upside down and then took the uncapped beer. Ang already left his side to go get the pool table which Mitch stood up from his seat. His hand went into his pocket to pull out a cigarette again.

Soon his eyes went distracted as he looked up then watched her walk away. That is when he got the full blown look which he kind of dropped his cigarette on the floor. He knew she was beautiful just by her face but her body was just smoking hot and he would of drooled, but no he didn't. He just stared for a long moment till she spoke to him and he snapped out of it. He went smiled off then called back to her since he needed to respond to what she said. "Alright go for it." He called to her then bend down to pick up his cigarette then he went shoved it in his mouth, gross but he didn't think about it. He grabbed his beer and ashtray then moved over to where she was. As she got to work making sure the balls were set up right with the triangle he smiled off.

Taking just a small sip of his beer to get the whiskey taste out of his mouth. He did love New Castle, when he was in the mood for it, which it seemed to hit the spot tonight. He took out his lighter then lit the end of his cigarette then he watched her. She bend over which he kind of edged his mind from anything and all dirty alternatives for that position. Which distraction is what he needed and went over to pick out his cue stick. He chalked up the end with the blue square of chalk then he went to the end of the table where she was not. Even worst for he can see down her shirt at this angle but did not stare. He took a drag of his cigarette then he waited for her to roll the cue ball to him. He caught it in his hand then he went to set it up right away so he can break the triangle.

He kept the cigarette in his mouth then he only bend down to match levels with the pool balls on the table. He lined his cue stick up with the cue ball then he used proper forced to hit the ball and sent it to brake the triangle apart. First the solid blue two ball went into the corner pocket and followed by the yellow striped nine ball. He stood up to announce which one was which. "I'm solids and you are stripes. Since I got one of your balls in its now your turn." He moved out of the way to get over to his beer which already the shots had been taken into him. He was slightly buzzed since he had four shots of whiskey in a row in less then thirty minutes. He took only a sip of his beer then he turned around to watch her take her turn. His smoke kept going on his lips and off his lips each time he was taking a drag and exhaling the smoke out. Already his night turned out for the better and was enjoying each moment.

[evangelicsavard]

She nodded as it was declared who would be what. Stripes. She liked stripes, there was no problem there. She also liked what was on the other side of the table. Her eyes skipped over the balls on the table to find her move. What was laid out brought that trademark devilish smile of hers to brighten her eyes. She walked around the table to Mitchell and pulled his cigarette from his mouth. She leaned forward, pressing her body just lightly against his, and tapped it on the rim of the ash tray. She raised her left hand to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, the name Michael momentarily coming to view. Turning around, she placed the cigarette between her lips and bent over the pool table.

That position he once fantasized about for a second would probably return. Her ass was merely inches away from him. Her shirt slid just slightly forward, revealing the small of her back. Her feet were far apart as if giving him an invitation to step forward. She rested her cue stick inbetween her thumb and forefinger, glancing back to make sure she wouldn't hit him. That devilish smile still on her lips of course. She took a drag from the cigarette and smacked the nine ball. She pointed to the corner pocket and stood. In went the nine ball after a hard thud off the opposite wall and she exhaled the cigarette smoke. She turned around and took one more drag before placing the cigarette back between his own lips. She smiled with a chuckle. "I definitely have a buzz."

She took a swig from her beer and walked over to the other side. At this drinking rate, she may have to take her shoes off soon. Heels and a buzz never mixed, but she was still stable at the moment. She bent over and pointed with the cue stick to the side pocket. She tapped ball fifteen lightly. "Oooh, crap." She laughed as the ball hit the edge of the pocket and rolled away. "Not buzzed enough, apparently." She shrugged and headed back to her Newcastle. And that gorgeous man standing next to it. All this sex appeal, she might not be able to stick through a second game of pool before getting him out of those clothes. But, due time. She'd have to keep her hands to herself until then.

[mitch]

Oh she knew what she was doing to him and she kept on nibbing at him with her constant flirting action. He stood there waiting for her to take her shot and smoked his cigarette which was nearly half way done by now. She walked up to him then took the cigarette away from him as he was in mid inhale. With a tilt of his head he watched her place it to her own lips then ash it a little. A smirk went on his face as she did this then she turned around to be in front of him, make her move. God he was getting hot so he took his coat off him and put it on the back of a bar stool against the wall. Adjusted his normal dark teal blue t-shirt on him then he went to watch her take her shot. Did take a short break to drink down his beer to the half point. Watched her then bite down in his bottom lip as she set herself into the position which he looked up at the ceiling. Mouthed off something silent as if he was thanking god for this moment. Then he returned to look down at her then smiled slowly letting his eyes run across her body which he can see himself all over.

She made her shot but he was not paying attention he was looking more down at her behind. How he wanted to close the gap between himself and her but didn't. He did not want to ruin her shot which she was taking and then noticed she got the ball into the corner pocket. He made the note then he smiled off since she was good and watched as she turned around. Put the cigarette back into his mouth and let out a delightful laugh. A wide smile went on his lips and he took the cigarette out of then he replied back to what she said. "I do too but just a little one. I think some more beers would put me in a good buzz." He remarked to her as he looked her over and wished he can just stop the game and take her home now. He was boiling over to the point he couldn't take it and he wanted to just maybe stop time, perform a strip show now. Though he never liked to share his powers with anyone since some people did not like the tainted, what if she was one.

So he kept it to himself of his little suggestion then he smirked off then looked at her as she went for the other shot. She did not make it in and if he had been paying attention to the game he would of changed it. Though she noticed she did not make the shot before he noticed she was taking the shot. So he did not stop to make a cheat for her to win above him. This was one way he flirted, he allowed the females to kick his ass in the game but of course cheating. Then again she was pretty darn good on her own and didn't need him to help her cheat. He nodded slowly when she said she was not buzzed enough. He went over to the white cue ball then looked for a shot and noticed that he had a ball near the middle pocket, if he tapped it at the good angle. So he went down to make the shot with the cigarette in his mouth. He ended up hitting the solid maroon seven ball in without using his powers and then he stood up satisfied enough. His eyes flickered over to her for a moment then he smirked went right over to her. This is when he had to do something to satisfy his lust and he went walked behind her.

His hand went around her stomach then he pressed against her backside with his front. He lowered his face so that his lips were near her ear and whispered off. "You know playing pool with you is not fair because your a cheater." He paused for a moment since he wanted to let that sink in before he continued. "How am I supposed to even focus on winning when your one big sexy distraction?" He smirked off then he went bend down kissed her on the skin of her neck right under her ear. That was all, a tease, he had to leave he wanting for some more. So his hand slipped away and he walked away slowly. His eyes looked at her as he walked away and he smirked slowly then looked to where he had to go. Right to the white cue ball which he did not see a shot from his angle so he just went hit the ball to attempt purple four but he missed. Now it was her turn and he sighed, he didn't mind to win or lose his mind was not in the game at all already. Biting down on his bottom lip he walked over put his done cigarette out in the ashtray then took his beer, sipped it as he waited for her to take her turn.