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it was always amusing when bars were honest in their name. such was the case with the hole in the wall. the hole wasn't a place you take a date, or a child. it was a place for cheap booze and sleazy one night stands. you weren't have a good day, or life, really, if you came to the hole.
for many people, though, it was a place they looked forward to going to. not because of the bar itself, which was falling apart, nor the alcohol that tasted like sewage. it was the bartender.
elliot arryn was a pretty girl, that was for sure. hardly eighteen, she wasn't old enough to work there, but the girl was impossible to refuse. people liked her, and often enough, people listened to her. there was something about that pearly smile that charmed anybody. she was easy to talk to - and easy on the eyes.
tall and thin, she had legs that seemingly went all the way up. the dress she wore was fingertip length, tight enough to leave little to the imagination. the neckline was a deep v, the sleeves going all the way down to her wrist. a white apron was tied around her hips. her legs were covered with a thin, nearly see-though layer of black stockings, her boots having a two inch heels that made her five ten become six feet even. she had a youthful face, though not a child-like one, with cheeks dappled in freckles, wide, doe shaped hazel eyes, and a small button nose.
it was just past midnight when ellie stood behind the counter, scrubbing at a stain that would never come out with a look of determination. a handful of men eyed her bent over figure, but nobody dared approach her.
[ i had a dream last night ] private
- ELLIE !!
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px;][justify][size=8]Although Elliot may have been the cause for attraction among most of The Hole in the Wall's customers, Adonis was not one of them. There was a completely different, more dismal reason that the juvenile came to the bar. December 13th; the date of his brother's death. Always a date in which Adonis abandoned ship and ran from his clan with his tail tucked between his legs. His home was new to him, a place where he had to show his industrious attitude and his hyper-masculinity. Crying didn't exactly fit the bill. However, the stage of waterworks was over, and now he was looking for asylum in alcohol. It never worked, but it was a tradition that had been going on for three years; why break it now?
Friends couldn't help in these circumstances. Not that Adonis had many. He was admittedly lonely; his relationships with other people based on either flirting or teasing. Feelings and emotion did not play a lead role in any of his interactions with anyone. He didn't want them to, anyway. Once you got involved in that way with the alabaster haired boy, it was all down-hill from there. Seating himself on the ratty stool at the bar, he pulled the sleeves of his hoodie over his hands self-consciously, hoping that his eyes weren't red rimmed. "Can I get a, uh --" He stuttered, not caring to give the beautiful girl a second glance and looking up towards the drinks. Quickly realizing that his vision was too blurry to make out the words, he quirked his lips sheepishly and settled on a, "Whatever you recommend."
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the male was young - definitely underage. handsome, but not exactly her type. he has an extra limb that didn't quite fit her lesbian criteria.
at his words, ellie sighed and pulled her hair into a pony tail, snatching up a glass and pouring one of the better beers. as in, it didn't totally taste like urine. "sugar, you don't look too good. had a bum day?" she asked, her southern accent thick and sweet, sounding like every southern woman in every movie, ever.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 420px;][justify][size=8]'Sugar, you don't look to good.' Huh. The immediate urge to snap had Adonis setting his jaw, just barely controlling himself and reaching for the beer. The whole point of coming to a bar like this was not being asked questions. So what if his eyes were red; he was pretty sure that, if you looked around, 3/5 of the people here had bloodshot oculars and a syringe hanging out of their wrists. Being sad didn't compare to the people in this damn bar, so why was she bothered? "Just what a man wants to hear." He said, setting the glass down carefully on the counter and setting the girl with a lazy look. "I didn't realize bar-tenders held shrink sessions now. Do I have to pay extra?"