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Post by allegra darcy gibson on Feb 29, 2012 18:27:36 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out  WORDS 484 TAGGED Tiberius/Wes. NOTES: <3 [div style="width: 335px; background-color: ffffff; text-align: justify; padding: [br"]8px; line-height: 9px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; color: 000000;] Allegra was used to working in an industry which didn’t really offer any respect. She was used to being looked down upon but she wasn’t used to being hit. The last time a client had hit her was her nineteenth birthday and the call girl had barely gotten out alive. She’d been lucky. She knew her job put her in dangerous situations, but it was the only way she could see to make enough money to survive. But Allegra was trying to get out; she was trying to make a change to her lifestyle for the better. She glanced in the mirror before touching her eyelid; it was bruised and sore, and her attempts at make up cover hadn’t been too successful. Nevertheless as the blonde sighed, and tied her small apron around her slender waist; she was determined to have a good night. Tonight she was working in the bar of an entertainment venue which hosted UFC fights. It was her favourite part of the week because she was able to switch off from her lifestyle and actually enjoy the company of people who were normal. Normal guys who didn’t need to pay for sex. She was a popular bar tender and her nights behind the bar were never boring. She also loved the fact that she could wear what she liked; today a pair of skinny black jeans, with a white tee shirt. Stiletto heels on her feet. She felt good about herself for once, despite the fact that she had a black eye. With gloss on her lips and a smile on her face, Allegra took to the bar and began serving the punters as they enjoyed the entertainment. Allegra flicked her hair over her shoulder as she filled glasses full of beer and tumblers with whiskey; the two most popular beverages. After a while, the bar quietened down; while the fight was on. A few people drifting to and from her for refills. She leant against the bar, watching and waiting for something to happen. Her eyes flickering over a guy who she’d spoken to only a few times. He was a fighter; and a pretty good one at that, but she knew that he was way out of her league. Most of the guys in here were, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t look. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually been out with a guy that actually cared about her. She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d been kissed or touched by someone because they wanted to and not for money. It was somewhat demoralising and during her absent mindedness, she hadn’t realised that the fighter, who was obviously there to watch, had approached the bar. She stared for a moment into his blue eyes and felt like she could melt, before she shook herself and smiled. ”Hey, what can I get you?” She asked him. |
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Post by tiberius james leonidas on Feb 29, 2012 19:05:28 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] MY ROOM IS THE G SPOT, CALL ME MR. FLINSTONE, CAUSE I CAN MAKE YOUR BED ROCK. The Words: 402 The Notes <3 Tiberius had gotten a call from Dana White earlier in the day, letting him know that he'd like it if Tiberius attended the fights tonight. Tiberius wasn't much for showing up to these events if he wasn't actually fighting. Tiberius didn't really dress up for it either. Blue jeans, white shirt, black leather jacket...Nothing to extraordinary. Tiberius knew that one of the fighters fighting tonight was going to be his opponent in the next couple weeks. Dana I guess wanted Tiberius to see him up close and personal. Once Tiberius finally made it, a rush of photographers swarmed him. He hated the spotlight, he hated it with a passion.
Tiberius looked at the fight card and saw that his opponent was the final bout. Thank god, I can get a drink, he though to himself. Once the paparazzi died down a bit, he made his way through the crowd of famous people and fans and found himself at the bar finally. He sighed and breathed in deeply to see a beautiful women. Long blonde hair, beautiful ey-
Wait. Something was wrong with this picture. Her eye looked darker than the other. Make up was surely over it. She smiled at Tiberius and asked for his order. He watched her for a second and could tell in her voice that she was a sweet person. Whoever had done that, was someone that really needed to get knocked out. "Who did that to you?" He pointed at her eye and felt anger rush him. He didn't even know this women, hell he didn't even have to worry about it. The fact that he saw a women, bruised up, was something Tiberius hated most in life. Men that think they can lay there hands on another women. It was pathetic and all Tiberius wanted to know was who the guy was. "Seriously, I can beat the shit out of him if you want..." He finally smirked a little, seeing her smile back made him feel at ease. "Can I get a shot of Jäger please?" He asked her nicely, knowing that his mother had raised him to be polite and gentlemen like. |
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Post by allegra darcy gibson on Mar 1, 2012 16:07:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ]these dry bones cry out WORDS 431 TAGGED Tiberius/Wes. NOTES: <3 [div style="width: 335px; background-color: ffffff; text-align: justify; padding: [br"]8px; line-height: 9px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9px; color: 000000;] Allegra smiled at him and waited for him to ask her for his drink. But his hand pointed at her face and he asked a question which made her eyes widen, and her cheeks flush for a moment. Allegra was usually cocky and street wise but the fact that this ultimate fighter was asking her made her feel somewhat embarrassed. ”A total jerk, who wanted more from me than I was willing to give.” She shrugged her shoulders and painted a smile on her lips as she tried to appear confident. He offered to beat her customer up and she laughed a little. ”Well, that’s real nice of you but it’s okay… he’s in my past not my present or my future.” She told him confidently with a shrug. She wasn’t about to tell him that it was likely the guy was going to come after her and perhaps do something worse next time; he obviously hadn’t taken kindly to having her heel kicked into his junk. She smiled and nodded as he asked for a shot; moving around behind the bar to grab a shot glass and pour the drink. ”There you go.” She offered as she put the glass down in front of him. It would be nice to think that she could have someone strong looking out for her but she knew that the minute he found out what she did he would be turned off. It wasn’t exactly an ideal situation; she knew that but she’d learnt to live with it so far, and she was determined one day she’d get out of it. ”So how come you’re here and not fighting?” She asked him, knowing that for him it wasn’t his usual situation given that she worked at the venue a few times a week. Allegra pulled out a cloth from beneath the bar and wiped the bench; not that it needed doing but she had to keep busy. She hated standing around waiting, it made her anxious. She glanced over him; his rugged features and his ice blue eyes- if only her clients looked like him. It would make life so much easier, but men like that fighter didn’t exactly need to hire a call girl. It was just another downside to her so called life. Because in reality it wasn’t a life and it wasn’t living, it was just existing. Floating along to get by each day. There was nothing particularly inviting about her lifestyle and it wasn’t like she expected things to change any time soon, as much as she hoped they would. |
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