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       Cheers to the Unexpected
       By: Jacelynn Duvall Date: September 30, 2016, 5:22 pm
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       Taking a wet cloth, Kayden wiped down the table. Closing time
       was coming soon and only a few people were left in the
       restaurant. "Go ahead, Kayden, I can close up here." Anne called
       from behind the register. Anne was an older woman, and one of
       Kayden's coworkers. Kayden smiled to her as she watched the last
       two customers exit. "You sure? I don't mind staying to help
       close up." Anne shook her head, while she fiddled with the
       register. Without any argument or hesitation, Kayden removed her
       apron placing it behind the counter, before grabbing her coat
       and purse from the back office.
       "Goodnight Anne." she called just as she exited the building. A
       cool wind blasted her in the face as she faced the outside
       world. She pulled her black, leather coat tighter around her,
       the night air was colder than she expected. Kayden's petite
       figure walked around the small town. She had just been released
       from the night shift at work and wasn't exactly up for going
       home right away. Although she wasn't a party girl nor trouble
       maker, something inside her sparked to say otherwise. She was
       feeling feisty and energized. The dim street lights lit up the
       sidewalk just enough so she could see where she was going. The
       roads were empty; it was like a scene from a movie. The kind of
       movie scene  where a lonely girl walked down an abandoned
       street, until a man came up behind her like a predator stalking
       its prey. Luckily for her, this wasn't a movie.
       The area was quite but she knew the city life was only a few
       blocks away. She would just find a random bar or club. Or maybe
       she would come across someone that captured her interest.
       Anything would work for her as long as she wasn’t going home
       alone tonight. She spent too many nights that way, tonight
       wasn’t going to be another. Something was going to happen.
       Something was bound to happen.
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       Re: Cheers to the Unexpected
       By: Demonreach Date: October 29, 2016, 9:32 pm
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       Alistair exhaled heavily, smoke clouding up around him; the
       acrid scent of brimstone and ash wafting from him. The cigarette
       remained unlit, however, as it rested between his lips. One of
       the few joys of modern age, the readily supply of tobacco.
       Although, back in his childhood, he wouldn't have needed such a
       cover.
       He'd oft thought about passing as some cheap magician, but those
       guys were kind of lame. He still had some pride in himself.
       But that pride had given way to something of an uncaring nature,
       a nature unsympathetic to those around him; that nature
       surrounding him in a melancholic aura that left the silver hues
       dead to the life that lived within.
       He exhaled again, the same acrid smoke filling the air as his
       shoulders rolled in a shrug, loosening the jacket around them.
       His eyes closed, inhaling the smells around him as his body
       relaxed against the cool night air; the small breeze ruffling
       the long hair of Alistair; the silver being cast in an odd light
       as he began to walk, prowling the night for a place to drink.
       Alistair had found himself in heart of the city before too long,
       passing by several places that had not passed his standards.
       Everything was too quiet or too loud; too many people, not
       enough. He sighed, irritation creasing his eyes. The exhalation
       releasing a spout of flame that burned the cigarette that rested
       so loosely upon his lips. He spit it out, disgusted, and
       replaced it with another.
       He had passed a rather nice place, though it had recently
       closed; his eyes tracking the single woman finishing up inside.
       A small frown had existed then, watching with mild curiosity as
       to why she was alone, but shrugged.
       What difference did it make?
       In the end, he allowed himself to place small wards to protect
       the woman; wards that would dissipate come the dawn. When she
       had noticed his mucking around, he waved, gave a half smile, and
       left. A smile was on his face at her confused, if somewhat
       frightened look, on her face.
       Not every time someone as beautiful as Alistair graced the
       world; if that beauty had been born of silver, cast in the image
       of the Grecian gods. But it was a beauty that was muted,
       diminished somewhat by the sands of time, allowing him a more
       rugged beauty. Still, he remained in his prime, in his thirties.
       But he knew the woman wasn't looking at him for that reason.
       Entering the building he favored, he found himself at the bar,
       sipping idly at whiskey; fingers moving unconsciously along the
       wood.
       #Post#: 408099--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Cheers to the Unexpected
       By: Jacelynn Duvall Date: January 22, 2017, 6:22 pm
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       Kayden was just finishing up and was headed around the counter
       to lock the doors when a gentlemen entered. "I was just about to
       close up, but you can stay and have a drink if you'd like." The
       words left her lips as she watched him take a seat at the bar.
       With a raised brow, she grabbed a glass and poured some whiskey.
       It was a favorite among the customers that usually visited.
       After placing a glass in front of the man, she locked the doors
       to the place. Her curiosity was getting the better of her by
       letting him stay, but honestly what harm could be done?
       She was often a risk taker, sometimes that got her into trouble,
       but it never stopped her. She was one to dance along the thin
       line between safety and danger. It was as if being a dare devil
       was in her blood. Limits were always in place, she just pushed
       them.
       "Is something bothering you?" she question, judging by the look
       on the mans face, his mind was somewhere else. Her hands moved
       swiftly as she wiped glasses down and put them away. Her eyes
       remaining on the man at the bar.
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       Re: Cheers to the Unexpected
       By: Demonreach Date: January 23, 2017, 8:26 pm
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       Alistair looked somewhat surprised at the woman who deigned to
       speak to him; in truth, he felt somewhat bad for imposing upon
       her closing time, though it passed after a brief moment of
       consideration.
       'Are you always this nice to customers who ruin your night? Or
       am I an exception?' He gave her a soft wink before continuing
       the slow draining of his glass, enjoying the all too familiar
       burn in his throat; the warmth as it spread from his stomach to
       the rest of his body. He pulled his cigarette pack out, offering
       her one. 'Smoke? Make the night that much more bearable.'
       He pulled one out for himself, laying the pack down on the
       counter; pulling a lighter from his pocket, he lit the cigarette
       and pulled hard from it, letting the acrid smoke exhale through
       his nostrils. In truth, the man was pretty distracted. Not that
       stopped him from noticing the small things, how the place
       smelled; the way the lights flickered, almost unnoticeable.
       The man stared into the glass, swirling it idly within his
       fingers.
       'Well, the world is a shithole and full of people like me, who
       are so selfish as to ruin another persons night when they should
       be out, free and unchained to experience the many wonders of
       this world. It bothers me sometimes, that I can be so heartless
       as to deny you your wondrous pleasures the rather young night is
       to offer.' He shrugged. 'But that's the liquor talking. In
       truth, I am carefree; just passing through, on my way home.'
       He looked up at her, 'Is there something bothering you?'
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