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Post by howie on Mar 3, 2008 5:44:59 GMT
After a long day of the photo shoot for Vogue magazine, Daniel decided that his body was in need of alcohol, and lots of them. stepping into the only pub in the small town, Dan jumped onto the stool , waiting to be served.
''Hey , Chris.'' he waved to the bartender. ''Hey man..the usual?'' he asked.Danny nodded back. Like I said, it's a small town, everyone pretty much knew everyone, or at least, heard of them. Dan was a regular in the pub, so there wouldn't be any problem trying to get the liquor he wants.
After mixing different kinds of alcohol, the bartender poured out the liquor and slid it across the table. Daniel caught it in the nick of time.
''Thanks, dude.'' he replied, as he gulped down the first shot of tequila. He hadn't had any in two days, so the first gulp felt like adrenaline going through his veins, almost like drugs.
Normally people drink because they were stressed out, and want to relief themselves. But it was different for Danny. He drinks for the fun of it, he loves the feeling of alcohol in his body.IT came to the point that he realized that he drank too much, and he had to cut down on the tequila , just so he could walk straight.
It was almost ten at night. The sky was already dark, with half of the moon shining brightly in the sky. Dan, of course , have not seen the condition outside since he walked in the pub.
After 3 to 4 shots, he decided to stop for a moment, as the bartender reminded him that he needed to drive himself home.
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Post by ds2k6 on Mar 5, 2008 21:42:16 GMT
Standing outside the pub, Uriel looked up at the spot that should have held a sign and sighed. He had been in town for not even a day. He had nowhere to stay. He was fast running out of money. But still, he knew, he was going to go in here and get either completley bladdered, or run out of money before he did. Either way, tonight was unlikely to end well.
With another sigh, he pushed open the door and sauntered in. The place was the typical french pub. Tricolorés on a few surfaces. The signed football t-shirts of local teams, framed alongside local scenery and general crap. A few tables, no booths, and barstools. As the wayward traveller, Uriel felt obliged to trot over to the later, and sit down without looking at the seat. Even after all these years, being able to do that and mean it gave him a small thrill.
He glanced up at the barman, and waved a hand at the beer pump. "Whatever you've got on tap.", he muttered, tapping his fingers off the bar. The man nodded, and took a glass from behind him. Sighing for a thrid time, Uriel picked up a coaster and began to spin it through his fingers. He had collected them once, when he was a kid, but had gotten bored after getting to 14. Maybe he should start again. Something to take his mind off Lucy...
He shook himself and put the mat down. He had been thinking of her more recently. Not that he had ever stopped, but now it was like it had been when they had still been friends. The bartender placed his pint in front of him, but Uriel could only manage a grunt in thanks. The way thinking of Lucy could change his mood instantly astounded him - and not in a good way.
Taking a sip of the dark beverage, Uriel noticed with a frown that it was warm. Not flat, but absoloutley roasting. Looking around him to check if anyone was watching, he placed a hand on the glass and closed his eyes' 'Think cold', he said to himself, and at once felt the glass grow icy under his fingers. Opening his eyes, he smiled with satisfaction as he noticed the glass frost over slightly. Taking another sip, his smile widened. That was more like it.
After putting his glass down on the coaster he had been fiddling with earlier, he looked around to see if anyone was eyeing him. Even though he knew of what this town was biult arouns, and what some of the people were, he was still concious of his power. No-one was looking at him... But a guy further down the bar was strangely... familiar. It was possible Uriel had seen him about town, but unlikely. Curious, he leant towards him and whistled for his attention. "Excuse me, comrade. You look familiar, have we met somewhere..?".
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Post by howie on Mar 7, 2008 12:12:16 GMT
After two hours of watching some kind of extreme sports involving a motorbike and bricks on the pub television set, Daniel felt sober all over again.
There was a very little hint of disappointment in him, as he wanted to be drunk, with alcohol running through his veins. ''Gimme another one, Chris. '' he said to the bartender.
The bartender nodded and obediently poured out the mixed liquor and passed it to Danny. The Twenty year old caught the glass and gulped it down.
It was his six shot now, and he still wasn't satisfied.He loved the taste of tequila, with a little dash of lime and Sprite in it, plus other alcohol that he told the bartender to mix in as a 'surprise'. He could feel himself starting to get drunk. His face was turning red. But he wasn't drunk enough too lose control or spill out all his secrets to the next person he sees.
His mind was still in control.
He felt a man taking a seat beside him.
''Hey . '' he said briefly as he lifted the glass without looking at the man. "Excuse me, comrade. You look familiar, have we met somewhere..?". said the stranger. 'Comrade?' Danny thought as his half-drunken mind tried to process everything. The accent sounded very familiar, he was sure it was British. As he turned around to face the man, he recognized him at once. Uriel Templar. He met the man in a pub in France during his vacation there. They had a nice 'manly' chat. They got along very well. ''Hey! Uriel, right? '' he said as he stood up and gave him a hug. ''I didn't expect to see you here.'' he added. He honestly didn't. What was the British man he met in a pub doing in a pub in San? but he gotta appreciate the irony.
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Post by ds2k6 on Mar 9, 2008 14:32:26 GMT
This guy was getting pretty out of himself, that much was plain to Uriel as he addressed him. It wasn't a problem to him, of course - He had gotten pretty drunk a few times since he had came to France. It occured to him just then that he had never been to a pub in any other country. He had turned 18 while he was in the army, and hadn't stayed in London long enough when he had left. It was quite a sobering thought, yet another to add to his list.
When the guy recognised him, Uriel was able to place him. "Daniel?", he said questioningly, stiffening slightly when the man hugged him. They had met in a pub in Aix a year or so previously. He hadn't given their night on conversation much thought since: Just your basic bar talk. Seeing him here, though, planted questions in Uriel's head that needed to be answered.
When the man relinquished his embrace, Uriel took another sip of his drink and forced a slight smile. "You're telling me. I hardly expected to see anyone I knew again.". It was true: No corespondance with his family or past friends had gave Uriel reason not to keep many links to others. That, and his fear of rejection. "So, what are you doing here? This place doesn't strike me as tourist central...".
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Post by howie on Mar 19, 2008 10:27:33 GMT
''Daniel?''
Dan nodded as he broke the friendly hug.
''The one and only.'' he said with a smile. He's always been a drama queen, and he couldn't help it.
"You're telling me. I hardly expected to see anyone I knew again.".
Daniel chuckled. ''It's good to see you again , mate. '' he replied with a little australian slang he picked up from his buddy, Johnny Rodes. 'I need to stop hanging out with Johnny' he mused to himself.
''Uh, actually, I live here now. I've been living here for ..almost two years now, After ..'' Danny shrugged.
''After my parent's were murdered. I found out that my ancestors are from San. '' he explained.
Talking about his parents' death has always been an awkward thing to do. Unfortunately, It always finds it's way to most of the conversations he'd had.
''What about you?'' he asked,trying to change the subject. ''What brings you here, all the way from England?'' he asked. He hoped that he got the man's country right, it had been a long time since they met in france on that fateful evening.
As Danny waited for his acqaintance to respond, he ordered two more shots of tequila. He took the shots and slid one to Uriel.
''I hope you still drink.'' he joked. He could feel he was starting to get a little drunk, but he never really ,manage to control his drinking. It was by sheer luck that he had never gone overboard with drinking too much alcohol before, and he was thankful for that. Dan gulped down the whole shot in 30 seconds.
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