Wise To The Lies

[Trillian]

Jace Blackwood
One sip ain't gunna do shit
on the 2nd sip i begin to admit
that the 3rd one down is what makes me feel alright
and number 4 i slam down to the floor

Four shot glasses lined the top of the scared chestnut counter of the bar. One for each year that my parents had been taken away from me. And each one was empty, just droplets of liquid clinging to the edges. They resembled how I felt; my heart, the glass, empty, the whisky, my memories, shards of what they had been. Both my parents faces had dissolved over the years, the grains of their vibrant life washing away by the month, the week, the day. Everything had been taken away from me. There hadn’t even been a picture of my loving parents for me to look upon and make the remembering easier. Four years was quite the time to morn. I knew that. Especially for a man, or so they say. But home had been a good place for me. I’d been raised with a father who at times could be a little harsh, but had only wanted me to grow to be a man. While my mother had been the loving one, if not at sometimes a little over caring. Plus the horses.

The horses had meant the world to me. My home hadn’t been lush or plush by any means, but I had grown up there. And after having traveled the world a bit, seeing bigger, fancier ranches I knew I wouldn’t have wanted to grow up on any other plot of land. We had seven horses in total. A paltry sum by most standards. But I knew each and everyone intimately. Having spent my entire life to feeding, watering, cleaning, grooming, training and loving each one. Damn, how I missed having my own horse. Did I forget to mention that the tornado had also killed each and every horse? Yeah…each and every one.

So for the past four years I’ve gone without owning one. Sure I’ve been around them, having needed to make a lively hood and seeming as how the only thing I knew were ranching and horses. But that had all been a job, the training had been impersonal and so hadn’t my touch. I kept away from letting my heart and emotions seep out and connect with the horses.

But enough of memory lane. “Another.” I said to the bartender. I think, when I had first sat down that he had said his name had been Corbin. He was a burly man, as tall as he was wide. With a mop of salt and pepper hair cropped short. His beard was shortly cropped to his rounded features and the same shades as his hair. He wore a red lumber jack plaid shirt with the arms rolled to his elbows. I didn’t know what his legs wore and it didn’t matter much to me, the bar blocked my view. Corbin wasn’t affronted by my stiff order, used to other men doing the same. He was efficient, having set another shot glass in the front of the line of my other four, and poured the golden liquid of life into the clear cup in almost the same instant. I raised my right hand to my beaten black cowboy hat, lowered the tip then placed it back to its original spot in thanks. The first shot had burned, the second had soothed, the third and fourth had gotten me ready and now this one just settled in.

There would be twenty five shots in total in front of my when I was done. One for each year of my life. One for each despicable winter that fell upon the land while I was here. I’d probably feel the numbing effects around shot number thirteen. Yeah I was that bad, I was used to drinking that much that it took that much whisky to start to turn me funny. The five shots in me so far just had me brooding. “Lets make it six my big man.”

Word Count: 648
Character: Jace Blackwood
Other: Because first person is hard to add in what the character is wearing I will put here what he is wearing for not only your use but my own use for future post reference. Jace is wearing a dark navy blue button up shirt, the first few are undone showing some of his chest, not much though. He is wearing a beaten black cowboy hat that has seen better days, many years ago that is. The hat had been given to him on his twenty first birthday by his Pa. He also wore dark blue jeans that were faded from many washings. They were also frayed in places, showings of hard work. His boots were not cheap by any standards either, they had cost a pretty penny but they had been on his feet every day, they were looking at almost two years of consistent hard work.

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[arzu]

Selena
Boy, I need you here with me
We can't go on this way
I'm falling hard for you
And all I can say

Brown hair was pulled to the side, resting on her shoulder and then some. She knew exactly were she was going, a place were she could forget and move one quite easily. Black boots clicked on the concert as she walked past people whom she assumed were coming from the place she wanted no scratch that need to be. Guys whistled and she only smiled and winked, one guy got bold and approached her she simply stuck a red painted finger nail to his lips and kissed his cheek. She moved past him and reached her destination. Pulling open the door she walked in eyes down as the door shut behind her. eyes flashed up as she walked to the bar, sitting down on the bar stool. She needed to forget him everything, he had broken her heart in two he could just not keep his prying hands away from her life, her money and her heart.

She gave him everything, from love to well much more and he took it and smashed it into the ground. Well she was slowly starting to move on having a few one nighters but still. She had many problems, the brake up was one the other was her own father passing away, that was why she moved away in the first place. All this she just wanted to put pass her tonight, let lose and have a good time. What ever happened tonight she would move on in the morning, if she happened to meet a guy and go home with him, well she would leave before he even awoke. Everything was looking up for her at least right now, for now she was drinking a rum and coke but she was most likely going to switch to straight tequila, when ever that was to happen she did not know.

She played with the straw and stirred the drink before taking a sip and enjoying the feeling as it went down. There was a guy next to her going on his sixth shot, she figured he most have it quite tough. She took another long hard sip, her life had been good from the start large family, big ranch. At four she started singing and by fifteen she was signed to a record deal, which she stopped at the age of twenty. She all the while still lived on the ranch enjoying the work and watching her father get sicker and sicker. Until he finally passed away, her oldest brother Nick took the ranch over and she left. That’s when she meet mister nameless, turned out he was a big jerk who wanted her money and some hard core well ya, even though she was going behind his back wooing and charming another guy who was nothing more then a one night stand. The main one in this story was the one who broke her heart, the one who put her in this spot.

Well she came here but he was the problem. she finished her second drink and a third was put in front of her, from the gentleman over there. She turned to see who it was, she smiled and blew him a kiss before winking and turning around to stir and then sip her drink. She looked at the bartender, shot of tequila. He brought it to her and she slammed it down, sad part is she would feel all of this much later she could hold her liquor quite well, she finished off her drink and asked for another shot, so let it begin. Here’s to forgetting and hopefully more.

We're going round and round
We're never gonna stop
Going round and round
We'll never get where

ooc: outfit and sorry its not the best still getting into her mind set.

[Trillian]

Jace Blackwood
So take me and make me,
Weakened and save me,
This hate that you gave me,
Keeps saying the same thing.

I was nursing the sixth shot of whiskey, letting it burn slowly down my throat, when the air to my right shifted and the spiny stool beside me accommodated another being. The hand that held the glass was slightly numb from the alcohol surging threw my veins, this was a good sign. But the fact that there was someone beside me now, was not. I mean this place wasn't exactly a rager on a Wednesday night, there were plenty of other stools in front of the bar, even empty booths where most were wallowing in self pitty. But nooo this jerk had to choose to sit right next to me. I wasn't exactly giving off 'sit next to me!' vibes either. If anything I was pretty sure that by the set of my shoulders and the way my beaten black stetson hat sat low on my head, covering most of my face, I was silently saying stay away. I contemplated with my half empty glass on what to do. This was a bar, a public place. But I didn't want another living soul anywhere near me, I simply wanted to drown out my memories. So after bringing the cool glass to my lips and swallowing the remainder of the liquid I put the shot back down and turned my body. The chair moved with me, the circular stool rotating.

I had my mouth half open, my lungs filled with air, but no words came out. Well damn. I thought. If it had been a man sitting next to me I wouldn't have had a problem saying a thing. I probably would have even been vulgar, careless of what I said. I would have been encouraging a fight, and not just a verbal one. I was strung tight, just itching to let loose. A fight would have been accepted easily. But the person sitting besides me was anything but a man.

My jaw clenched together, teeth grinding. The breath left threw my nose in a rugged snort. Even though my mother wasn't here any more to berate me for treating a women like shit, she'd raised a decent boy. I knew better then to say anything to this woman. 'From the gentleman over there.' Carlo said, bringing my icy eyes to watch him place another drink in front of the women. I hadn't originally come here to pick up a chick, it had been the last thing from my mind actually. Women were a lot of work, expecualy if you wanted to get them for a simple one night stand. And I was just looking for a leisure night with my man Whiskey. But damn even I had to admit that this girls was a looker. With brown hair that had shots of gold with the toned down light from the bar that fell a bit past her shoulders. From what I could see she was also tanned, from either days out in the hot sun working, like me, or just a spray tan I wasn't sure. But I didn't think it mattered. Alcohol did wonderful things to your system, like washed out the negatives of a women and made her look like the most gorgeous thing in the world.

When the women turned in her seat and blew a kiss to the giver of the drink I turned back to where my glasses were lined upon the table. Of course the type of women who walked threw the door into this type of establishment would be the type who, well would share themselves with anyone. Uhg. It was the alcohol talking, jerking such horrid thoughts from my mind. This women was probably really nice... I groaned, not knowing where my mind was. 'shot of tequila. Said the melodic voice besides me. That made me smile. 'One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.' It took my a second to realise that I had actually said that aloud. Well wonderful, the whiskey was playing it's tune.

The women shot back the tequila nicely and then slammed it to the counter. Could she perhaps be better at drinking then me? That was a funny but sad thought. 'Seven please.' I mumbled, knowing that I would be heard. Then while I was waiting I took off my stetson, placed it on the counter behind the first shot glass, ran a hand threw my dark hair and swung the females way again. 'Jace Blackwood.' I gave my name, the next step would be up to her. But I swear to god, if she shrugs me off I'm kicking her out of that damn seat.

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Character: Jace Blackwood
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[arzu]

Selena

You tried to pull me close
And whisper in my ear
You always told me lies
I cried out all my tears
I pushed my feelings to the side
But then you bring them back
B-bring them back
Now you got me singing

As the third shot went down, that’s when the guy next to her turned to face her. She just ignored him as it looked as though he thought at first she was a man but hun she is far from a man. Fourth shot went and came and then like that she switched back to her drinking her rum and coke, hearing his voice she only smiled. Three would not bring her to the floor, it would have to be a much higher number then that. That guy who had bought her the drinks was approaching she could see him out of the corner of her eye, hmm what to do? He sat down next to her and she turned to face him, as he began talking about everything under the sun, her fingers were playing on his leg creeping closer and closer until she stood and grabbed it and squeezed it hard that it would make any man jump and want to scream, you listen here and you listen good. Im not your type and I am not going home with you, you should just probably return to your wife and please her. She released him and he left, taking the ring out of his pocket and putting it back on his finger, she was such a smart girl.

Sitting back down on her stool, the bartender looked at her and brought her another drink. She stirred it and took a long hard sip, just as the other guy next to her turned to face her. Selena turned and looked at him, red fingernails tapping on the bar. She was figuring him out, he was not the type to be married, which was a good thing. He was tanned from hard work and by his hat she could also tell that, by the end of the night she might just be going home with him, where they would and then she would leave before he even woke up. She smirked and took a sip of her drink, The pleasures all mine Jace, im Selena Hernandez. Selena smiled again and took another long sip. She sighed and set the glass down, tracing the rim with her finger. She was already begin to forget him which was a good thing, best part is she never needed to be drunk to have a one night stand, yet she was different then other girls because she did respect her body and did not offer it for money or anything.

She turned back to him, so what brings you to the bar tonight. She spoke, looking at him as his seventh shot was brought out and she could already tell the whiskey was having its effect on him. She took another drink and then looked around the bar, it was quite a nice establishment, the bartender did not even need her to ask he just set down another one. She looked at him with that look and he shook his head. Good she did not want any more drinks from a married man, it was bad and the fact that he actually thought he could get away with it well he was sadly mistaken. Selena was truly a nice girl, never let things get to her and well knew how to handle situations, she could thank that one to her father he had taught her a few things and she just put a spin or two on them to make them like her own and so that guys would never know whats coming or what hit them. Which was a good thing in her book, she turned to Jace and looked at him, waiting for him to say anything.

[Trillian]

Jace Blackwood

If you want to get out alive
Hold on for your life

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Well damn. I thought to my self as I watched the man who had been hitting on the woman sitting besides me reach into his pocket and pull out a gold ring and put it on his finger. The girl had been right. When the man who had ordered her one of what ever she had been drinking came over I had been sure she’d be leaving with him. I mean the wink and the kiss had been subtle hints that she’d been available. Even the fact that she had kept the drink and enjoyed the liquor had to have lead the man on. I’d turned to my glass when the man had started talking, about nothing in particular no less. His randome drable hinting at him being drunk. But when there had been an undignified screeched I’d turned my head to look upon the couple. The woman had her hand fisted between the mans legs and was squeezing something that had me uncomfortable and happy I wasn’t the recipient. I wasn’t sure but I think I would have helped the man in another second – not understanding why the woman who had encouraged him was now gripping his cock- when she started speaking. How she’d known that the man had been married I’d never know but the fact that the man had been married had me swallowing my toung.

The peasures all mine Jace, im Selena Hernandez. So she had heard me. But I wasn’t totally sure I wanted it to be that way anymore. If she even went to grab my junk… But the man had been out of line, being married and all. I just hopped Selena was as good at knowing who was married as to who wasn’t. I’d never even had a serious relationship. Having your parents up and suddenly die on you did something to you emotionally. I had to pause a second to muse, was I really scarred of the woman? No, I didn’t think it was that, just scarred from seeing her vicously grab that mans croch.

As my seventh shot was brought and placed in front of me Selena asked a question. I turned my blue eyes to her and was met with her own brown ones. There was a slight hesitation in me while I considered what to do. I’d come to wollow in my own misery but I had been the one to speak to her… But if I answered her question it would have to be the truth because I just wasn’t one to lie. Finaly I answered. ‘Special occasion.’ There was dry mirth on my tone, hinting there was a longer story but a dark one. Still looking down at her I brought the whiskey to my lips and shot it back, adams apple working. ‘What 'bout you, Selena?’ I was tempted to add on, was there a reason why you came here or are you just here to grab crotches? The bartender had learned by now and brought another shot without me having to ask. But instead of drinking it I let it sit, waiting for an answer.[/color]

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Character: Jace Blackwood
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[arzu]

She was most positive she had just scared the shit out of this man, but she could tell he was not taken and not trying to pull a fast one on her. She fixed her hair, pulling it back over her left shoulder, she was not paying attention to him at the moment. Another drink was set in front of her and she looked down at it but did not touch it and let it sit there, she tapped her fingernails on the counter, thinking of something no doubt. Selena turned to him, trying to forget, hard brake up his greedy hands just could not stay away from my money, trying to move on from my father’s memory and how an argent older brother took over the ranch. She picked the glass up and tipped it to her lips, allowing the liquid inside to slide down her throat. Ha sore subject there, don’t ask her about it she wont let it slip. She turned to him, resting her hand on his arm but tonight I just want to let lose and have fun. She knew what she might be getting herself into but it did not bother her, in a sense this was not her first nor her last rodeo.

She removed her hand, giving him a smile. She reached down and adjusted her shirt, which was sliding down just a little bit. The bartender set a shot and a drink down and she picked up the shot glass and tipped it back and slammed it down, setting the glass down on the counter. Selena was not an alcoholic she just liked to drink, she could limit herself with ease or break the limit and drink till the cows came home. She was such a pretty little thing, who wouldn’t want to have a night with her? Her gaze was brought to his, oh I just wanted to say sorry about before that you had to watch that, I just hate when guys think im stupid. She shook her head, brown locks falling forward over both shoulders, her gaze drifting downward as she thought about something but pushed it from her mind. Do you want to get out of here and get some fresh air? She asked him, taking a sip of her drink, which constituted as almost finishing it. She just shrugged and finished it off, he looked at her and she shook her head, taking the money out of her clutch. She handed it to him and stood.

She looked at him and trailed a finger up his arm, so what do you say? She spoke softly, dangerously close to his ear, but in the end it was up to him. She did not know what he wanted to do, she knew it could be a lonely night but she just pushed it out of her mind and thought about other things, like how this night would end if at all and if he would get over the fact of being scared that she was going to do something to him. Selena waited quietly.