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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2015 4:30:03 GMT
violetta wraps her fingers around the glass and follows - her hands are already cold and the drink is colder.
he takes her somewhere quieter, but not entirely intimate, not out of earshot of the crowd. "wolfgang." she takes a swallow, and wrinkles her nose, not at the drink but the aftertaste of sour memories.
"it's electronic, jazzy, i guess." violetta says with a shrug. "well, like - you know that song about the dam?" violetta cocks her head and hums a snatch of melody, which she doesn't necessarily expect him to recognize - but it's been on the radio a few times. she'd be pleasantly surprised, proud, if he did.
"but yeah, how about you?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2015 4:42:14 GMT
the groove that makes those smooth hips move it's quiet enough for him to hear her humming but the tune isn't recognizable to him. but that's not her fault, he's just notoriously bad at keeping up with what's on the radio or really any genre besides the one he plays in.
but she was signed to a much bigger label than him, so he wouldn't doubt if he heard something she did somewhere or at least saw her face on a magazine or something like that. he might be out of touch with pop culture but even he would scan the magazine covers while waiting in line at the grocery store.
"sounds cool, even if i don't really know it," he said with a sheepish smile, drinking more. "and me? uh...well, i'm signed to wrong angle. it's pretty small so...yeah. anyways, my band is grunge i guess, punk. i dunno. genres are really weird."
he ran a hand through his hair, pushing his bangs back before they flopped back down over his freckled nose and eyepatch. for as confident and chatty as he was, talking about his music to someone who was variably more successful than him was always just kind of embarrassing, even when drunk.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2015 3:14:43 GMT
he doesn't look like he listens to her music - but she's never heard his, and so they're even. she tries to lean back into the seat before realizing she's in a backless bar stool (god, she's really not used to this, she's probably sipping her drink like an amateur).
violetta sits up straighter, lets the silence sit comfortably, lets the vodka hit her bloodstream.
"you're pretty far from home." (so is she)
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Mar 16, 2015 21:27:29 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2015 21:27:29 GMT
the groove that makes those smooth hips move "oh yeah?" he asked. then again, it's not like the drawl in his voice wasn't indicative of where he was from. it's not like she hadn't looked at his driver's license and seen the kentucky address printed on it next to a picture that was much too old to even look like him properly anymore.
"i guess so." he shrugged. "home kind of sucks, though, so that's why i'm here." a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips as he took a drink, barely feeling the burn as it slid down his throat. "though i'm not used to the goddamn cold, though. that shit can go away."
even so, he was barely dressed for the weather.
"what about you?" he asked. "where are you from?" he figures its only fair to ask since she knows about him.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2015 2:30:41 GMT
"yeah," she agrees. not that she hates home - she just got tired of being worried all the time. you're supposed to do the stupid things before you grow up, but violetta's got it scrambled.
"sudbury." violetta realizes he probably doesn't know where that is. "it's in canada, ontario. in the middle of nowhere." she settles on that. she supposes even all her glamorous friends can't change where she's from. she supposes it's less about the setting and more about the story.
"and if home sucks, cheers to not being there." violetta raises her glass.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2015 2:54:58 GMT
the groove that makes those smooth hips move he nods like he even knows where ontario is, but that isn't important, really. he wouldn't know the geography of canada even if he was sober, but he could play along like he knew. it's not like it mattered.
"hell yeah," he said, lifting what was left of his drink before lowering it back to his lips, finishing off the alcohol before ordering another. the glass was replaced with a cigarette which was then lit, nevermind that kieran's company might not really like having smoke blown in her face.
"but i don't think anyone likes where they grew up," he mused, taking a drag on the cigarette. "that sounds pop punk as fuck, but it's true."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2015 3:44:31 GMT
he finishes his drink whole. violetta takes a sip, then eyes kieran, and does the same. she puts the drink on the table and curls her fingers around the end of her seat, feeling the burn down her throat and the lingering warmth.
she doesn't really mind that he smokes - all her cool friends smoke. she nods along pensively, and she rests her elbows on the bar and sits in silence. watching the smoke drift from his lips, she feels hypnotized and agreeable.
"is it weird i've never smoked a cigarette?"
flustered, she goes to take another sip of her drink, only to grab at an empty glass.
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Mar 26, 2015 22:11:19 GMT
Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2015 22:11:19 GMT
the groove that makes those smooth hips move glancing over at her he plucked the cigarette from his lips, perching it between two long, thin fingers.
"it's not weird," he said, pulling the cigarette close again for another drag - is it clear he's got an addiction yet? - "i mean, at one point, no one smoked."
yes, now was definitely the time to attempt to be cool, deep and existential, after a few too many glasses of hard liquor and smoke filling his lungs.
still, he held the cigarette out to her, almost as an offering. "you wanna try it now?"
and then he realized it might be kind of gross to share a cigarette with someone he just met. he didn't think it was gross, but violetta seemed to be on a higher, classier plane than he and his friends were. digging in his pocket he pulled out the slightly-crushed pack.
"i mean, i can give you one of your own, if you want," he said, trying to explain himself. "and i'll buy you another drink." she was grabbing for an empty glass, after all.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2015 1:36:29 GMT
violetta's never thought to try, not that she hasn't had the opportunity. she's a singer, she can't be a smoker. and she watches the way people keep their packs close and run into the cold like clockwork - cigarettes are too dependable and violetta is too needy.
she smiled, nodding and reaching out to pluck the cigarette from him. "no, it's alright." she didn't think she would finish one. she feels like a child playing dress up, trying to play the star in a black and white film, fingers curled around the smoldering cigarette. gingerly, she takes a drag - in the movies, they always show people coughing up smoke, eyes tearing. violetta is no different, but she laughs lightly. "shit. that's disgusting."
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