Characters of a Minor Sort (jesschars) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-08-22 22:41:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | anthony hayworth, place: la, sophia cross |
Two People Who Used To Star on the Same Show Walk into a Bar...
Who: Anthony and Sophia
Where: Avarice
When: Friday, August 20th, Evening
It was rare, if ever, that Sophia had more than one day off in a week. This being the first day off in a row, she planned to get good and trashed (that way if she needed to recuperate, she could), and if she didn't forget her own name… then it was business as usual. The beautiful Latina made her way into Avarice, wearing ripped jeans, a black tank and a leather jacket, her long dark hair tied back in a messy ponytail.
She perched on a stool at the bar and gave the bartender a once over before ordering a tequila shot with a beer chaser. What better way to start the night, huh?
Anthony had come in after yet another span of touring with Devilock, and was ready for a bit of a bender himself. Unlike most rockers, he actually kept himself pretty straight on the road, but, now that they were home for a small span of time, he wanted to cut loose. Cutting loose for him entailed imbibing his seventh beer in a row as it was. Since he wasn't quite the drinker that, say, Jack Delany, was known for being, he was already a few sheets to the wind. At least he wasn't one of those drooling, shitting drunks, huh?
He recognized a fellow 'ready to tear it up' drinker when she sat down beside him, and her order summed it up perfectly. "Let me guess: letting loose after a long week or five of work, huh?" he asked. Amazingly, his speech was still pretty together and he wasn't TOO glassy eyed.
"Twelve days in a row," she replied. He was on the right track, though, so he got points for that. She downed her shot as soon as it was set down in front of her, but didn't follow it with the beer just yet, instead turning to look at him. Unfortunately, while she liked music, she didn't follow specific bands (not that she'd had the time, anyway), so she didn't recognize him. "Work's a bitch."
Honestly, unlike Eddie, who seemed to revel in people recognizing her, or enjoyed making fun of them for recognizing her, depending on her mood, Anthony just didn't care one way or the other. "What do you do for a living that they would punish you like that?" he asked her.
"Punish," she repeated with a husky chuckle. "That's one way of putting it." She took a long swig of her beer before making the 'big reveal', "I'm a cop," she told him.
"A cop?" Well, that was a surprise. He didn't realize that they made cops so pretty, honestly. Luckily, even while drunk, he knew better than to say something like that out loud. "Let me buy your next drink then."
"Well aren't you a charmer," she grinned before polishing off her drink (hey, she came to get blitzed, remember?). "I can't decide whether that's for serving-and-protecting, or if you just want to keep me around." Not that she'd complain either way, mind you, she just wanted to get a reaction out of him.
"Actually, it's a little of both," Anthony said with a slight grin on his face. What? He was going to be honest at this point, after all.
She grinned. "That's a good answer." She extended her hand for the introductory handshake, "I'm Sophia."
He took her hand and shook it. "Anthony," he said back to her.
"Do people call you Big Tony, Anthony?" She asked with a cheeky grin.
He laughed. "I've been called Tony before, but never 'Big Tony' unfortunately," he said with a grin.
She chuckled and flagged down a bartender for two more beers. "So, you know what *I* do to pay the bills. Fair's fair. Fess up."
He nodded. "Alright fine," he said, playfully sounding defeated. "I'm actually a musician. I play guitar in a band, so nothing nearly as important as what you do for a living."
"No. Not nearly at all," she replied, teasing him right back, giving him a little shoulder bump for good measure. "Are you any good, or do you just say that to pick up women?"
"I'm pretty good," Anthony told her. Before he got the chance to say just *what* band he was in, a girl about fifteen or so squealed loudly and ran over to him, screaming in random girl language that roughly translated to 'OMG I TOTZ LUV YUR BAND DEVILOCK' and thrusting a CD at him to sign, which he did with a grin. Well, this worked as well as him trying to explain what band he was in, right?
Sophia had actually been in the middle of taking a mouthful of beer when that happened and practically choked on it, before clearing her throat and laughing. Loudly. That? She did not expect. “Oh my god, tell me you don't love that. Shame she was jailbait, though," she added.
"It's hard to love it too much when they're jailbait," he said, watching as the girl scampered off to her friends. "The people screaming over me isn't too bad, though."
It wasn't hard for her to take that to a dirty place in her head, sadly. "Being a rock star must keep you humble," she smirked, clearly teasing him.
He laughed. "Terribly humble," he said playfully. "I try, though."
"Well, that's the important part," she grinned and clinked her bottle against his. "Now, you think you can keep up?"
"Already way ahead of you, dear," he told her, his usually carefully hidden mid-western accent coming out a little bit.
"Dear," she repeated. "I’ve been called a lot of things… that was never one of ‘em." Probably because she looked like she would beat the shit out of you for it, more likely. "Besides which, *I’m* catching up."
"Then you must be hanging with the wrong people, because someone ought to be calling you something nice like that," he told her playfully. "And I guessed you were catching up with the tequila shots."
She rolled her eyes and grinned, "Oooh, speaking of." She flagged down the bartender and ordered a few more. "Are you strictly a beer man?"
"Certainly not just 'a beer man'," he told her. "It's just what I started with tonight. Why do you ask?"
"Because it'll be a cold day in HELL when I can't get a good looking guy to drink with me," she replied as if that was reason enough. She handed him one of the shots of tequila, but instead of drinking it straight again, she asked for salt and a few wedges of lemon. Why not make it more interesting, hm?
"Then tonight won't be that cold day in hell," he joked. When she pushed a shot his way, he waited and watched while she got the salt and lemons. Just what had he gotten into?
"Come on. Don't tell me you haven't done this before," she couldn't help it but laugh at the expression on his face. "I promise it'll just be this one, then you can go on to whatever you want."
"Done it plenty of times," Anthony said to her. "Never did it with a cop though." Did he ever picture himself drinking tequila with a cop? Not really. Was it awesome? You bet. "I'm fine going tequila all night."
"Well, we're gonna pop THAT cherry tonight," she replied. She licked her hand and shook the salt container on it, before handing it to him. She didn't bother to wait for him, though, and instead, licked the salt, threw back the tequila and sucked the lemon. "I usually prefer it straight," she started to explain, wincing a little at the taste, "but a little variety never hurt anyone."
He did the similar salt and lemon thing with his tequila shot. "Is it sad that this is more partying than Ive done while I was out on my last tour?" he asked playfully. "Amd variety is the spice of life."
"Yes. Very sad." She tried to keep a straight face. Really, she did. She was so buzzed right now that she couldn't, though. "I always figured touring with a band was more about booze, drugs and bitches." Yeeeah, she wasn't a feminist, was she?
He laughed. "Typically it is. Drugs and bitches just aren't my thing, I suppose," he said with a laugh. "I don't want to turn into one of those people seen on Behind the Music."
"Okay, I can't even make fun of that. There's a good gay joke in there that I'm gonna take a pass on, though," she chuckled.
He snorted. "You're better than my best friend then," he told her. "I'm sure that she would have made dozens by now. Either way, groupies just aren't that interesting."
"Well, that's not to say I don't have dozens of jokes myself," she pointed out to him. "But insulting someone that I'm interested in isn't usually the way I roll."
"That so?" he asked with a grin and an arched eyebrow. "Then you're definitely making a good first step by nor insulting me."
She gave him a shoulder bump and chuckled, "That's good to know. And you know you're handsome, and you've put me in a good mood. Granted, the alcohol helped a little there, but still."
"I'm more that happy to help alcohol make you happy," he joked. "And you're certainly not bad to look at yourself, and that's not alcohol talking for me."
"Well aren't you a charmer and a half?" She grinned, honestly glad by this random encounter as it took her mind off of her own mortal fate for a little while.
He grinned. "I am pretty damn charming," he said back to her. "You're not so bad yourself, though."
"Yeah, well. Let's keep that between us, hm? I have a reputation to keep," she replied with a cheeky smirk, before deciding to go back to beer, since she was definitely feeling buzzed now.
He chuckled. "Wouldn't want people to get the wrong idea about you when you have to arrest them," he said to her. "They might try hitting on you when you're slapping the cuffs on them."
"That's exactly it. Not that half of them don't try it anyway," she chuckled. Hey, she knew she was hot for a cop, okay? She thought about mentioning that she had a collection of cuffs back home, but... amazingly she didn't. She wasn't that drunk yet.
"Not that I blame them," Anthony said with a grin. "It's kind of sad, but I know that I'd hit on you if you were arresting me, which would probably earn me a smack in the head for my trouble." He laughed. "It would be worth it, though."
"Well, damn if I know what to say to that," she replied with a grin.
He thought on it for a second. "Blame it on the alcohol then."
"No," she laughed. Which was something she hardly ever did, remarkably. "Alright, well. I probably wouldn't smack you in the head in that situation."
He arched an eyebrow at her. "You wouldn't? That's kind of amazing." He had kind of expected that she would smack him for saying that.
"Probably," she repeated with smirk. She had a violent streak in her, admittedly, but she might stop and consider before hitting him. "We should probably change the topic." Since the idea of him in cuffs had her hot and bothered now. Damn him.
"Should we?" he asked. "Something I say bother you?"
"No. I just have a very strong desire to do things to you right now that I'm pretty sure they made public indecency laws for in the first place," she replied.
He grinned. "Well, we can always get out of the public if you really have such a strong desire."
"I like that idea," she told him with a decisive nod. Hey, a woman had needs, okay?
He nodded. "Then let's pay our tab and get the hell out of here then," he told her.
"Already a step ahead of you," she chuckled as she set a few bills down on the bar, making sure to leave more than enough for tips. "My place, or yours?" Well, clearly she didn't do 'subtle'.
He threw down some money for the beers that he had drunk as well. "And how about yours? You able to use cuffs for recreational purposes?"
Oh, you'd think she'd died and gone to heaven when she'd heard that. She chuckled and took his hand, leading him out. "You'd be amazed."
"Hoping and praying to be amazed, actually," he said to her with a smile on his face as she pulled him out.