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Post by ALARIC LOCKHART on Jun 26, 2013 16:33:20 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style, background-image:url('http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzju29VxIR1r9g6hvo2_100.png')][atrb=style, border: 1px dotted #D7E0E3] BUT BIG ENOUGH TO CUT ME The last two hours of a shift were always the worst. Energy levels had to remain high and tonight, Alaric's was winding down. Fast. But it was hard to discern whether or not he was tired due to the day's events or simply bored of his current company. He stifled a yawn as an older man talked to him about his business and he fought to feign interest. The guy was a regular, the few who came specifically for him, and who him tipped well, but even the money couldn't keep his mind from wandering. At least the decorations at the club were good. The scene of the night? Age of the Victorian. Not one of Alaric's favorites, but he couldn't complain. After all, the manager had allowed him to keep his piercings and blue hair, even if it threw off the feel of the era a bit. And it was nice to see the regular customers get into the festivities, dressing up with parasols and gloves. He had checked himself in the mirror, pleased to note that he looked like the charming gentleman he was supposed to be. But now, Alaric's costume wasn't as immaculate as before. His ascot was crooked, his top hat had started to slip off of his head, and his collar was a bit wrinkled, thanks to the one woman who had tried to kiss his cheek. Optimal word being 'tried'. Being drunk, she'd missed by a mile and had caught him on the jawline. With the hustle and bustle of his job, he'd long forgotten about it and now it was a red smudge on his skin. Alaric almost exhaled a sigh of relief when his client announced he was leaving. He drew Alaric into him and, with a peck on his forehead, he folded a wad of bills into Alaric's hand. “Stay pretty.”“Always.” He teased. After all, being pretty was how he paid his rent. As he watched him go, Alaric stood up quickly from the table.... and immediately knocked into someone. He winced as he heard the crash of glass shattering on the ground. “Oh, hell. I'm sorry.” He smiled sheepishly at the person, quickly offering the folded handkerchief from his breast pocket in case their drink splashed them. “Are you all right?” TOO SMALL TO MATTER coded by mtqc of ote } WORDS: 375 TAG: OPEN STATUS: ON-GOING |
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RILEY WINTERS
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Post by RILEY WINTERS on Jun 26, 2013 22:30:46 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding: 10px;,bTable] 01 | ALARIC . WORDS - 497 - TAGS - ALARIC ; OPEN - NOTES - hope you don't mind having me jump in~
the good ol' victorian. with it's cravats and top hats, finely tailored suits, and fancy accessories (not to mention his english accent complemented the theme rather nicely). riley approved of the decor and the theme itself, though he rarely found himself disagreeing with either anyway. so long as his outfit pleased his customers, he didn't much care what he was wearing. now, if he'd gotten stuck with the newsboy or beachgoer outfits, he may have been a bit unhappy. well. just with the beachgoer outfit, really. the newsboy one wasn't too bad.
the young medical doctor. that was his persona, his character if you will, for the nights' theme. or that's what his attire was loosely based upon, at any rate. a charcoal callahan frock coat over his white tomdstone shirt and burgundy stafford vest. he had on a black deluxe felt derby rather than an actual top hat, a black silk puff tie rather than an ascot, and victorian style spectacles rather than his regular glasses.
his favorite piece of the outfit, though, was the pocket watch that he would continuously pull out as if checking to be sure he wasn't late for any other appointments. though he did rather like the outfit as a whole, he found the puff tie a bit uncomfortable. it made his neck itch, much like the derby made his head itch.
riley winters, overall, was quite happy with how the evening was going though. some of his regulars had come by to sit with him, he'd gotten quite a bit in tips already, and it was getting nearer and nearer to his clock-out time.
having just endured a couple who was, perhaps, a little too touchy-feely, the brunet was making his way back towards one of his other customers. he'd picked up a couple glasses on the way, intent on getting some big bucks from the posh gentleman he was to entertain next. it would have been best if he'd kept his eyes ahead of him, though. having turned to smile at a passing guest, not one of his but still a regular to the place, he didn't notice that he was drawing so close to another seat.
"oh." for a moment, riley couldn't think of just what to say. he'd knocked into someone, the glasses in his hands crashing to the floor and their contents splashed up over his shoes and pants legs. seconds after the fact, he simply waved the blunet off. "no, no, it's fine. i'm fine. did the splash get you at all?"
smiling his usual easy-going smile, riley couldn't really find it in himself to be upset. things happened, after all, and this certainly wasn't the first time he'd been splashed by sparkling water. at least it hadn't been wine or something. water was harmless. besides. nothing had been done on purpose and his was just as much his own fault as anyone elses. "perhaps i should have been paying more attention myself."
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