ava st. claire used to be famous (washedup) wrote in mnhttnprjct, @ 2010-06-06 21:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, ava st.claire, noah locke |
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WHO: Ava St. Claire and Noah Locke.
WHAT: The two run into each other at the bar. Not surprisingly, Ava is not impressed.
WHERE: The Les Magnifiques Libellules concert at Blitzkrieg.
WHEN: Saturday, June 5th, 2029.
RATING: PG-ish?
AVA: She really did plan on trying to get Nick drunk while at the concert, but it was only for the purpose of getting him to dance. Honestly. So when they got to the club, she started buying drinks and hadn't really let up since. This was her birthday, even though she hadn't mentioned it to anyone. Oops? Once yet another bottle of beer was downed, Ava excused herself and walked/danced her way to the crowded bar. Somehow (perhaps her dress that was almost too short?), she managed to squeeze her way to the bar and began the possibly long wait for one of the bartenders to notice her. NOAH The restaurant let Noah off a little earlier, the customers just didn't seem to be coming in this evening, so he jetted out for this weird French band concert thing with cheese and that one girl Ava. They had a kindered past, he reckoned, with their little levels of fame and everything. Should make friends with that, right? Luckily for him, after being scrutinzed at the door for looking like a dirty hippie, Noah was able to get in and meandered towards the bar region to get himself a little harder to make this all more enjoyable. To his shock, squished in next to a girl in a shiny dress and a guy who could probably wipe off enough grease to bake bacon in, he knew the bartender from another place and grinned, gesturing for dos coronas. AVA: On one hand, she was happy that someone was no between her and Mr. Greasy, but one look at the newcomer made her a bit unsure it was a good thing. He looked... interesting to say the least. Thankfully for him, Ava had spent many years acting cheerful when she didn't want to, so she turned to him and gave him a nice smile. There. Job well done. Now all she needed was the bartender to notice her and take her beer order. NOAH Noah returned the smile and did a quick checking-her-out action by tipping an imaginary hat. His manners, they were still all there and in full place. Not a bad looking chick if he did think so himself! Turning back to the bartender, he waved him over and leaned across when the guy was near, trading off some words and shoulder claps and name droppings. It helped when people were rebels in disguise. Soon, drinks were handed over the top and one was placed in front of Ms Short Dress. Hopefully she likes local. AVA: Ugh. Why was this guy getting all the attention. She was at the bar in a short dress with cute hair, so there was really no... oh. They were gay. Well that certainly made more sense! What didn't make sense is suddenly a bottle of beer appeared in front of her. "Umm. I needed two of these," she said after a second or two. NOAH Noah shrugged, but gave a quick focus on her face. This was the girl who was discussing cheese! "Yeah, that's not happening, but tell me, where's the cheese? I haven't eaten yet." Noah rubbed his belly and gave her a crooked smile and lifted his bottle up to salute her. AVA: The look on her face could only be described as WTF. Did he really just say that? Not that she was expecting him to pay for them, but if she wanted two beers, Ava was going to get two beers. Ew. He rubbed his belly. "I need two beers because I'm here with my friend." To hell with the cheese. NOAH He's dealt with girls like her before. Very high maintenance and prissy. Noah liked his girls humble and not afraid to go out in sweats and a stained shirt. Ava probably had shirts fashionably stained. Shaking his head, Noah slapped his forehead and took a quick drink from his before offering it to her. "I'm pretty sure I'm clear of all diseases, so go ahead and give him this." AVA: She wasn't high maintenance and prissy. Well, maybe just a little, but in this case she didn't like his tone of voice. "No thanks. I want a beer that hasn't been sipped from already," she answered as she leaned over the bar a bit too much, but it finally got the attention of one of the bartenders. NOAH Works for him, meant he got to keep drinking the same thing, even if it wasn't going to last long. With the way she was leaning, girl was bound to get herself some unwanted attention and seeing as how her 'friend' was hanging out around her meant he was nothing special. Girls like this shouldn't be alone. "Right, well, your friend is kind of a dick for making you come up here alone." He got between her and the greasy guy again. AVA: Funny you should mention that, Noah, because you were giving her some unwanted attention at the moment. Just because you may have been able to see her panties when she leaned over the bar did not mean you could assume she wanted your beer. Nope. "Excuse you," she replied as she lowered herself back to the floor and awaited the beer. "It was my treat and I can handle myself." NOAH Shrugging, he looked from her to around and back. It was easy to say this was not his kind of spot, but if music was around then it might as well as become his spot: Noah was going to try. Maybe. "It's whatever? But I'm telling you your friend should be watching your back, otherwise you're gonna get a new friend next to you." Another drink and he spotted another out-of-place dirty hippie on the left. Gotcha. "Nice meeting you, Ava." AVA: Thankfully, the bartender arrived with her two freshly poured beers and she threw some money down on the bar. "And this is why I'm friends with him and not you." She gave him a Look when he said her name, which was odd because normally she was happy when people remembered what she had done pre-bomb. "Yeah. Whatever." Creep. And with that, Ava scurried back to her group of friends with a tale of the creeper at the bar. |