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Post by COZ♥ on Nov 2, 2011 22:33:11 GMT -5
Cupcake was up to here with work, for once. Usually, she fed off the energy, attention, and drama that came with her work -- but today was different. She felt all fragile and... weird. Like, like, all she wanted to do was be alone and shit.
Obviously, she needed a stiff drink. That was it.
Tim's Tavern wasn't a frequent haunt of her's or anything, but she figured they'd have something harder than the fruity shit they sold at Angel's. On that premise, she entered the seedy business, primping her hair slightly before sitting at the bar.
"Hey, I'll have a vodka tonic," she said, smiling across the bar cutely. Might as well as get started fast.
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Post by Chess on Nov 2, 2011 22:46:25 GMT -5
Aleksandra was drying glasses, letting the other bartender on duty take on the light amount of work. They were much more affable than she and had the temperament to deal with drunk people. She often did the dishes and kept the bar moving smoothly, but it was starting to get a little busy. She set the glass she was drying down and was about to start on the next, but she heard a voice speaking to her.
She turned to a girl smiling cutely, looking her over quickly without much thought. She mixed the tonic without a word, tossing a very nice olive into the tonic. She placed the drink in front of the girl, speaking shortly. "Here."[/color]
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Post by COZ♥ on Nov 2, 2011 22:58:36 GMT -5
Cupcake nodded a quick thank you and took a swig of the drink. Of course, it tasted awful - but she knew the buzz would hit soon enough. In the mean time, of course, she'd have to stay busy.
"It's been an incredibly irritating day," Marina said, looking at Aleksandra. She felt like talking for some reason - not to anyone in particular, really. The poor bartender was just in range. "Couldn't even enjoy work." She began to absently twirl a lock of pink hair around her finger. "How was yours?"
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Post by Chess on Nov 2, 2011 23:06:29 GMT -5
Aleksandra was about to turn around and resume her cup drying, but stopped when the girl spoke again. If the girl was watching closely, she would have seen Aleksandra shudder slightly in her leather vest. Gritting her teeth slightly, perhaps even slightly grinding them, she turned back around and attempted to look nonchalant, leaning back against the back counter and resuming her cup drying.
"It has been nothing special. Just another day trying to scrape by."[/color] Her Russian accent seemed to purr over the words, adding an almost too-friendly tone to them as she tried not to be too terribly irritated. Small talk was part of this job. She could take it out on the boys in the gang later, if she had to. She set the glass down, glancing up to Cupcake as she picked up the next cup.
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Post by COZ♥ on Nov 2, 2011 23:19:48 GMT -5
Another nod. Bartenders were always so friendly - mysterious people, usually, but friendly all the same. Taking another sip of her drink, Cupcake continued. "I know that feeling."
[/color] she said, shaking her head softly. "Especially when it comes to dealing with my sister. She's so... hard to keep up with." The thought of Elise out there on the streets brought a small frown to her face. Girly still had no idea what she was into. "Anyway, where are you from?" She asked, shaking off her darker thoughts. [/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Chess on Nov 2, 2011 23:40:55 GMT -5
Aleksandra finished drying the cups, then poured herself a glass of vodka - straight - and took a good drink of it to take an edge off of her anger. It would take more than a glass of vodka, however, to get her even close to good and drunk. She could feel the burning in her throat as it went down, inhaling as it went down. It could possibly be a long night.
"I'm from a small town around here."[/color] She took another drink of the vodka before looking back to the girl. "Just moved here because I felt like it. My parents were from Russia. You?"[/color]
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Post by COZ♥ on Nov 3, 2011 19:21:14 GMT -5
Cupcake smiled. "Ah, that explains the accent," she said, feeling accomplished despite the fact she hadn't really done anything. (Not that her ego had ever made logical sense.) She drained the rest of her glass unceremoniously, relishing the feeling of the depressant on her head and the liquid in the back of her throat. Neither were altogether pleasant. "I was born and raised here." She paused as a thought hit her. "I've noticed Plethora kids... are a little crazy. It has to be the water here."
The thought didn't stay for long - she didn't quite feel like being serious at the moment. She dismissed it with a laugh. "Good thing I avoided that! Another drink, please?"
At least she remembered a small courtesy, for once.
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Post by Chess on Nov 3, 2011 19:36:49 GMT -5
Aleksandra gave a small nod at the mention of her accent. She turned and mixed the girl another drink, doing so quickly and skillfully. "It's an odd little town, alright."[/color] Aleksandra's thoughts strayed a little to the couple of days after her escape from the prison and gave a small snort. She set the new drink in front of the girl, almost smiling. She took a deep drink from her own glass and spoke with a slightly dark tinge to her voice. "But everyone has skeletons in their closets, whether from here or Moscow."[/color]
Aleksandra studied the girl very closely, speaking quietly. "You have scars. What are they from?"[/color] She reached into her pocket and pulled a cigarette box out, placing one in her mouth and lighting it. She exhaled, then took a drink of her vodka, waiting for the girl's answer.
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Post by COZ♥ on Nov 3, 2011 20:20:17 GMT -5
"I suppose." She said, accepting the new drink with a heavy sip. This, she figured, would be enough. A stranger to talk to and two hard drinks like this would be quite enough to keep her from freaking out about what Elise was doing, or how dirty this little place was, or whatever small detail of the day had her so freaked out in the first place.
That is, it seemed like that until the bartender just happened to ask about the scars. On reflex, she pulled her arms off the bar and settled them in her lap. Were they that obvious? Customers never said a word to her about them, but she wondered how much of that was out of politeness. Her first response was to glare, and open her mouth for a rude comment -- why do YOU want to know -- but a quick glance around the room told her this wasn't the place to start shit. Sure, Cupcake had a knife on her and all that, but she was ultimately a scrawny little thing with nice boobs. Most of the people in the room could take her down in a heartbeat. She frowned, withholding her comment.
"More of those skeletons, as you call them." Her tone was icy, but not threatening. It had been the first time in a long time she'd had to hold her tongue for non-business reasons.
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Post by Chess on Nov 3, 2011 20:30:00 GMT -5
Aleksandra noticed the sudden change in demeanor of the girl. Smirking a little, she tapped her cigarette in an ash tray, exhaling slowly. She spoke almost gently. "They are not at all obvious, if you are worried. I am just very good at picking out small details. And I know a good deal of what scars look like."[/color] She looked back to the girl, her voice had an odd tone at the last sentence she said. She finished her glass off before placing the cigarette between her lips. Pouring herself another glass of vodka, she spoke again, calmly, as if it were no big deal. "I'm sure you have good reasons. I would pry, but then I would have to pull out a skeleton or two out myself, and I am not so sure you would like that."[/color] The girl likely thought Alek had misspoken on that last part.
While she was not drunk, the alcohol did have the effect of mellowing her out already. That is a good thing, Alek reflected. She did not want to have a bloody scene at her day job. She merely wanted to keep this girl entertained while she was here, maybe get a small tip, then head home to change clothes so she could smack some Dogs around.
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Post by COZ♥ on Nov 4, 2011 18:24:32 GMT -5
Cupcake tried very hard to avoid looking curious, but the glare had already left her face, leaving her with a thoughtful expression.
"Eh, I can deal with skeletons as well as anyone else."
[/color] She said absently, sipping her drink. If there was one thing she hated, it was being on the defensive like this. "There are any number of reasons why you'd know scars well. Everyone has scars." At least, everyone she'd ever slept with had a few; accidents, surgery, violence, self-violence.[/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Chess on Nov 6, 2011 22:45:37 GMT -5
Aleksandra could feel a small smirk curl onto her lip as she finished the glass of vodka, then set it aside to simply drink from the bottle. She took a deep drag of her cigarette, enjoying the taste of it before exhaling then speaking quietly. Something about her demeanor grew more dangerous as she spoke. "Many people do not want to hear of skeletons like mine. But if you really want to know a secret or two of mine, tell me a secret of yours and your name. I hate not knowing a person's name."[/color] A dark smile crawled upon her lips. Aleksandra looked rather sinister as she stood leaned against the bar with her arms crossed across her chest, staring at Cupcake.
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Post by COZ♥ on Nov 7, 2011 19:52:49 GMT -5
Cupcake shivered slightly under the stare. It seemed like a really bad idea to tell her anything -- but her curosity was tugging at her now. What kind of stories did this strange woman have to tell? She swallowed and tried to calm her facial expression.
"I suppose that's not much." She rationalized, trying to look apathetic. "I'm Marina Potter. I go by Cupcake most of the time." With all the time she spent around Elise or stripping, she heard it far more than her real name. "And a secret...?" Her feigned disinterest was obviously slipping, but she tried to keep up the act. "The scars, I suppose, are what you're interested in. They're.... abuse. A long time ago."
"Your turn," she said, taking another long drink of the tonic. The burning made it feel better.
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Post by Chess on Nov 7, 2011 20:30:22 GMT -5
Aleksandra felt pleased when she saw the girl shiver slightly. She turned and put her cigarette out, watching herself do it as the girl introduced herself and told the small bit about the scars. Alek herself seemed to calm down and no longer look sinister, though there was an odd look on her face when she turned her attention back to Cupcake. "Well, Cupcake. It is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Aleksandra Menedov."[/color]
Aleksandra was confident. She was not on edge or anything. She knew she was in control of this situation and Cupcake had little to no power right now. Cupcake's act was slipping and Aleksandra knew it. She pretended not to notice, though. She drank the rest of the vodka bottle and set the bottle down with a grin. Her grin faded as she looked behind Cupcake and around to make sure no one else was paying attention, then she pulled her shirt up a little and turned to the side so that Cupcake could see the ugly silvery scar along her side. She dropped her shirt and leaned against the bar, her face close to Cupcake's. A vicious light was in her eyes as she spoke animatedly. "Why are you called Cupcake? It is your hair, is it not?"[/color] She looked at her hair for a moment, then focused back onto Cupcake. "Now, about me. I showed you my scar. I have just as ugly ones on other places of my body. But I do not think I will scare you too much. Yet. I did not choose to move here. I lied. I was sent to prison here because the security here was good enough to keep me in. Except not really. I was in prison because I killed two men."[/color] She smiled big. "If you ask me..."[/color] She looked down here, playing with an ash tray, pausing for a moment before glancing back up to Cupcake. "He deserved it."[/color]
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Post by COZ♥ on Nov 7, 2011 21:48:06 GMT -5
The scar was indeed quite ugly, but Cupcake remained what was left of her composure until Alek leaned close to her face. Usually, such a gesture would have prompted no reaction - by now she was used to physical closeness with strangers - but for some reason this Aleksandra had a strange way of getting in her head. She didn't like it at all.
She especially didn't like the idea that the person who was so adept at getting to her just confessed to double homicide and jailbreak. She was starting to get the sense that she was in slight danger here. In her mind, the pink-haired girl mapped the exits, her face no doubt showing a flicker of fear. It took her a few seconds for her pride to get everything under control.
"... Nice to meet you too, Aleksandra," she said, highly aware she wasn't fooling anyone anymore. What did you even say to someone after such a revelation? "I guess that means... um." Would another secret be better or worse in this situation? "Another, please?" More alcohol, in any case.
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