• Drive Away •

[Tabitha Kyler Patterson]

Tabitha was so sick of New York. The crowds, the dirt, the noise, the everything; she was sick of it all. It was cramped and cold compared to the beaches out West, and the grimy water here had nothing on the crystal oceans of South America. She hated it here; she hated the chains that weighed her down here. She had to behave for her sisters, had to do school work to graduate, had to work at a job she hated to pay bills, had to live in a world she didn't belong in... Tabby loathed feeling so trapped by it. Some days, she wished she could run off to Cali again, slip right into her old place with her friends and go back to the job she loved with all her heart. The only people preventing that were her sisters; she couldn't abandon them again. For three years, she'd basically disappeared off the face of the Earth; the least she could do was stick around New York until after college. If she lasted that long, of course.

The clubs were her only escape from the bars the city put around her. Most nights when she went out, Tabby refused to drink, opting for soda or water. The alcohol brought back the darker memories from her years as a travelling beach bum, and she couldn't have her sisters asking questions about topics that she'd rather keep hidden. Tonight, however, she didn't care about the memories or the price drinking would cost; she wanted something strong and she wanted it now.

She trudged through two lectures at school and a much needed study session in the library, doing her best not to keel over from boredom in the process. Tabby loved the ocean and everything in it, but taking courses on it could only be so much fun compared to actually working with the creatures and life of the waters. She survived, however, returning back to the shared apartment to dump her bags and sneak out again before her sisters were home from work. She had off for the night and was planning on making use of it; drinks, short skirts, and dancing sounding like the perfectly cure. She changed into something tighter and a lot more fun, then slipped out of the apartment once again. If KC or Em asked, she could say they'd called her into work, though she didn't like the idea of lying. It didn't matter, though; she wasn't in the mood to care tonight.

Tabby took the rare luxury of a cab, rambling off the address for the Marquee before she could think. Her and some of her friends met there, quite often by accident, and it seemed like a wonderful change from the Comedy club. The driver dropped her in front of the doors and she paid, climbing out and strutting up to the doors.

It was still a bit early, as the almost-emptiness of the room proved. Tabby didn't mind, however, sliding herself up onto a bar stool as her eyes gazed longingly over the various bottles behind the counter. It'd been a long time since she'd sat down and had a real drink, but she could feel the longing for freedom already gripping her throat. She chewed her lip, going over the possible combinations for something that would knock her off her feet as she waited for a bartender or someone to appear.

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WORDS: 584!
TAG: Seb!
LOCATION: Marquee Club, The Streets
LYRICS: Part of Me by Katy Perry
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Dylan Ellis Griffin]

Sometimes, Sebastian wondered how he had time to balance all of his university commitments and the hours he worked at the Marquee. He may have only been a bartender, but the pay was brilliant thanks to the late hours and the amount of time he had ended up staying longer than his contracted hours implied he should. Still, he was focused and driven on his future and with no social commitments to weigh on his heart and distract him from his studies, it wasn’t so bad. He lived and breathed his major, taking a short break when he stepped into the loud nightclub to tend the bar and pick drunken college girls up off the floor and put them into cabs outside, all the time with people asking if he spoke ‘proper’ English or fawning over the fact that he was a man with an accent.

Today was his free day; no classes or meeting with tutors to deal with. However, he still hit the expansive law section of the library to get some assignments started, his bag heavy with books and folders by the end of it all. Luckily, he always took his car to the campus, just in case this happened, which was more often than you’d think. On his nights off from the club, Sebastian would often just read though the textbooks, going beyond the further reading and required case law examples. If he wasn’t doing that, he would be working out; jogging in the park or lifting weights at the university gym. When he went on his jogs, Flint often accompanied him and the great beast bounded alongside him with more ease than most dogs. He took the dog for a quick run before he showered and grabbed a cheap microwave meal for his dinner, setting it to cook whilst he changed into his clothes for the night. There was no required uniform, just the usual rule of no sports gear, so Seb dressed in one of his normal outfits, leaving the waistcoat unfastened and rubbing some wax through his short hair, messing it up just enough.

He arrived at the club before all of the college kids and city partiers were through the doors, taking his place behind the bar and wasting no time in organising the glasses and bottles, so that they were all on hand and not running low once the crowds hit and there was little time to slip away to the basement to fetch up more stock. He did it most nights, save anyone else having to deal with it closer to their peak business hours. One thing he loved about tending the bar was that it was fast paced and rarely ever slowed down once it got going. From customer to customer, drink to shot, he kept going right until the bouncers were escorting the remaining few dancers out of the door, usually asking Seb to help carry the ones on the verge of passing out. He never knew why people drank so much just for kicks, but then it wasn’t like his own nights out had been sober and uneventful in the past.

The Irishman had just brought up another crate of beer to slide into one of the refrigerators when he caught sight of the girl slipping onto one of the stools. Quickly putting the bottles away to cool, he pushed himself to his feet and strolled over to where she sat. “Whit can I getcha?”

[/color] He asked, rubbing his hands together and cracking his knuckles as he spoke.
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TAGGED! Tabby <3
WORDS! 628
OUTFIT! Sexy Mess!
LYRICS! Chip On Her Shoulder - - - Legally Blonde
NOTES! <3

[Tabitha Kyler Patterson]

The nice part about living with her sisters was that, usually, one of them would cook and save the other two from rummaging through the fridge in search of something to devour. Tabby hadn't even thought about food today, having been busy with classes and homework, but her stomach didn't seem to mind it yet. She'd gone for entire days without food before while she was rolling down the coast-line, so a few hours without a meal wouldn't harm her. Though, if KC or Em had leftovers when she returned home, they'd probably be snuck into her bedroom and eaten before she crashed for the night. That was if she went home tonight; Tabby was still making up her mind.

She'd gone out for nights before and not returned until the following evening, having crashed on either a friend's couch or in someone's bed. Usually, she didn't go running off with random guys, but tonight she was in for it all; drinks, dancing, and someone to chase away the loneliness chipping away at her heart. If that meant returning home at four in the morning or not going back at all, Tabby didn't mind; she could deal with her sisters and the questions that reminded her of why she'd run off in the first place. Right now, they didn't matter; nothing outside of a drink did.

Tabby ran a hand through her loose hair, her dark eyes snapping to attention at the sound of a voice. Her lips quirked into a smile at his question as she answered, "Something strong; none of those umbrellas or frilly fruit juices, either. And keep them coming." She set her clutch on the counter as she finished, already getting comfortable on the stool. If someone she knew showed up, she'd run off with them and possibly enjoy some drunken banter, but until then, there was only her, a glass, and the man who was getting paid to fill it.

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WORDS: 406!
TAG: Seb!
LOCATION: Marquee Club, The Streets
LYRICS: Part of Me by Katy Perry
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Dylan Ellis Griffin]

Sebastian had seen his fair share since working at the Marquee. He knew a desperate soul when he saw one and he knew when someone was hoping to lose whatever problem they had in a bottle of something expensive and usually foul tasting. Sometimes they would try to pour their heart out to him, get him to give them advice or provide them with the answers for their troubling questions, but Sebastian often just walked away. He wasn’t the kind of guy to worry over someone else’s problems ad he didn’t believe in drinking until everything else just went away either. If there was something making a person unhappy then they should confront it or walk away from it and he knew from what he had seen here that alcohol never made a damn thing any better.

Some of the people who came into the Marquee were pathetic; girls in skimpy dresses, showing more skin than anyone would want to see, guys with all the lines and so many hair products that would make a hairdresser cringe. This girl didn’t look like them though; she just looked like she needed an escape. It was a feeling Sebastian could understand, but his own escape came in the form of something healthier; his sports. He enjoyed a drink from time to time but working here did make him see the darker side of the bourbon. If he wasn’t celebrating something, then he usually wasn’t drinking, and even there it was rare that he’d find himself in the paralytic state some of the customers were when he carried them out and bundled them into a cab.

The minute she provided him with an answer to the question he asked far too much, he knew that she would probably be perched on that stool for the majority of the night, if not all of it. “That bad, huh?”

[/color] He nodded his head in understanding and then stepped away, stooping to grab a glass from beneath the bar before holding it up to a high optic, filling it with an amber liquid and topping it up with some ice before sliding it over the counter to her. “First one’s on me.”[/color] He said without a smile before stepping back to clear up a small mess that was behind him.
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TAGGED! Tabby <3
WORDS! 422
OUTFIT! Sexy Mess!
LYRICS! Chip On Her Shoulder - - - Legally Blonde
NOTES! <3

[Tabitha Kyler Patterson]

Tabby wasn't the type of girl who went around and spilled her problems to every person she met. Hell, her sisters didn't even know half of them, and they were closer than could be. She suffered alone, preferring the solitude to the gossip that usually came out of telling people what was wrong. Going through high school once had been enough; she really didn't want the college campus to become the exact same thing, especially since she already was a bit old to be a freshman. That got her enough looks as it was; having her entire back-story spread around campus would just be torture.

She liked to lay low in the social world, though she did have her friends that she went out with. Usually, there was little to no alcohol for her, and she never drunk herself into oblivion. Right now, work, life, and memories were weighing on her, and she needed the temporary escape, even if she'd pay for it later. Tonight was her exception to all of it; she needed to forget for awhile. Tabby refused to become that pathetic girl who spent her entire night alone, however. She'd get home one way or another, whether it was her home or not, and she wouldn't be on that bar stool the entire night. When she wanted to, she could flirt and after a few drinks, she'd probably be very ready for some fun with a guy whose name she probably wouldn't even bother to learn.

But, until she was whisked away, this bartender would become her new best friend. He'd already passed her a free drink and, in her book, that was good enough material for a half-decent conversation and a lovely tip. "No, it's not; but I don't want to remember it for awhile," she answered, tilting her head back a bit as she downed half the drink. It tickled her throat, leaving a satisfying feeling in her stomach as she gently set the glass back on the counter. "Buy a girl a drink and then rush off. Nice move," she called after him with a tiny smile tugging on her lips.

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WORDS: 403!
TAG: Seb!
LOCATION: Marquee Club, The Streets
LYRICS: Part of Me by Katy Perry
NOTES: Tabby refuses to ramble like the others >.< <3

[Dylan Ellis Griffin]

Sebastian wasn’t the stereotypical barman that the movies and televisions shows often portrayed. He didn’t turn into a shoulder to cry on or start pouring out advice like it was a bottle of bourbon and he wasn’t the charming, charismatic man with a cheeky wink and smile whenever a girl sat on one of the high stools. How he even had his job here with people skills like his, Sebastian didn’t know, but he was still there on time every night he was scheduled in for. If someone tried to ask him for advice or spill their worries to him, he told them straight that he wasn’t interested or that they should man up and stop trying to run from their problems by hiding out in some nightclub, hoping to avoid the trouble with booze and sex – which often led to more trouble.

His thoughts weren’t manipulated on the matter just because of what he saw behind the bar. People did stupid things when they were sober and Sebastian didn’t want to think what they might be capable of with alcohol in their system too. Even as an escape, Sebastian didn’t approve of heavy drinking when they were so many more better solutions to getting over heartbreak or a bad day; he knew that first hand. Still, he wasn’t the kind of guy to preach to someone sitting on a stool either. If they wanted to wake up tomorrow with a killer hangover and in a place they didn’t remember getting to, then it was up to them and Sebastian wouldn’t try to talk them out of that; it was their own foolish mistake to make in the first place.

Looking around the club, his dark blue eyes quickly picked out the other early starters. Every day there was at least a good amount of people who reached for the bottle before the night loomed over the big city and the casual party goers left their homes to paint the town red. “Yer not the only one sharin’ that sentiment.”

[/color] He said, meaning nothing by his words other than stating the obvious from what he could see from his position behind the bar. However, most of the stuff he said was interpreted a different way by the customers some of the time and Sebastian had to put them straight whenever they did take things the wrong way. “I had no intention o’ stickin’ around, darlin’.”[/color] He told her honestly, raising his eyebrows and putting the glasses back on the shelf ready for later when the drinks would start flowing more freely.
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TAGGED! Tabby <3
WORDS! 469
OUTFIT! Sexy Mess!
LYRICS! Chip On Her Shoulder - - - Legally Blonde
NOTES! <3

[Tabitha Kyler Patterson]

Tabby had dealt with heartache long before she'd been legally allowed to indulge in alcohol. Actually, the alcohol only released her from the memories for awhile before all of it came back twice as worse. It was why she didn't drink most nights; the temporary freedom wasn't worth the high cost it came at. She didn't want the advice on how to handle herself though. She'd been taking care of her own heart and troubles since high school; she could cope without needing a helping hand there to support her. However, everyone had a breaking point and Tabby had about reached hers; she wouldn't be able to keep it together much longer. An evening of fun and games was just what she needed to balance herself again and, even if she was getting the cold shoulder from the guy serving her drinks, she could work with it; she'd never turned down a challenge before.

Despite not drinking that often, Tabby could hold herself pretty well when it came time. If she paced herself and didn't start hanging around idiots who could get her in trouble, she'd be fine and stumble back to her apartment without much harm. The way she downed her first one, however, it was starting to look like a night she wouldn't remember. "I had no intention of lettin' some stranger buy me a drink five minutes within gettin' here," she said, her own eyebrows raised in a challenge. "Besides, it doesn't look like you've got many options for company yet," she added, eyes flickering around the room before returning to rest on him.

Tabby tucked some wavy hair behind her ear before finishing off the drink and setting the empty glass back on the counter. She pushed it towards him, polished nails resting where the glass had been. "You always buy a drink for the first customer or am I a special case?" she asked with a small smirk, trying to think of more ways to keep him around. If she ordered enough drinks, maybe he'd stick close just to keep her spirits flowing.

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WORDS: 407!
TAG: Seb!
LOCATION: Marquee Club, The Streets
OUTFIT: LOOK AT ME!
LYRICS: Part of Me by Katy Perry
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Dylan Ellis Griffin]

In many ways, Sebastian had run from his own heartache and problems. However, he ran away with the intention to better himself and prove that he didn’t need the two people who had shattered his faith and trust in humanity. Plus, his path was leading him to New York long before the day he found his fiancé on top of his brother in the bed that was supposed to be his own. It didn’t make the move a nice one or the promising one that he had been expecting, but it just made it easier to escape from the life ruining situation that would forever haunt him and mar any future relationships Sebastian might have. No one knew of what had happened from Sebastian’s mouth, but Rosie and Thomas were another story and if they had any dignity, they wouldn’t have spoken about it either, but she would have to think of something to explain why she had never accompanied Sebastian – her supposed husband to be – to New York.

He had every excuse to go off the rails and pity himself and everything in his life, but Sebastian was more driven than that and he had no intention of tossing his dreams away because of some girl who lied each time she said “I love you”. Sure, it hurt, but Sebastian simply buried himself in his studies and his work, allowing that to take over his memories whenever they threatened to lower his self-esteem. It was rare that he turned to a bottle of whiskey or a meaningless night with some girl whose name he never even cared to ask for. “Then whit changed yer mind, exactly?”

[/color] He asked, raising an eyebrow to match hers before glancing at the watch on his wrist. “I don’t care much for company, yers or anyone else’s. I’m here t’ work.”[/color] He didn’t want some young girl trying to chat the night away or spill her feelings and worries to him as though he might actually care enough to give her an answer.

His dark blue eyes fell on the empty glass and he let out a silent sigh. He saw this often enough at the Marquee and knew exactly how her night would probably go from here on out. “I just got paid, nothin’ more to it than that, darlin’.”[/color] He said, not wanting her to get the wrong idea or think that he was going to be her best friend for the night. If anything, he might turn out to be the one throwing her into a cab when she hit the floor, but that was all. “Same again?”[/color] He asked, grabbing the glass and moving it to where the rest of the dirty glasses sat until someone collected them in for the washer to take care of.
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TAGGED! Tabby <3
WORDS! 506
OUTFIT! Sexy Mess!
LYRICS! Chip On Her Shoulder - - - Legally Blonde
NOTES! <3

[Tabitha Kyler Patterson]

Tabby had run because she couldn't handle what had happened in California. She'd been too young for the pressure; too unprepared; she couldn't let everyone else suffer because of one mistake. KC still didn't know the reason she'd come to New York, but believed it was so Tabby could return to Cali with a degree to further her job at the aquarium and make a career out of it all. However, the job was only part of it; a very, very small part. She'd promised herself not to drag it all to the Big Apple, however, yet that didn't stop any of it from haunting the nightmares that plauged her sleep.

This was the first time in a couple years that Tabby had actually had to apply herself to work. The aquarium had been fun; she'd never count that as work, though she was paid for it. College, on the other hand, was definitely a chore she wished she could've passed up. The memories of being back in a school didn't help, and neither did the essays, readings, and other assignments that began to pile up the second you blinked. She missed her ocean waves; she missed the quiet calm.

"You offered," she shrugged lightly, leaving the matter at that. Tabby was planning on letting someone buy her a drink, she just hadn't thought it'd be the first one of the night, or that it'd be the bartender giving out free ones. "Ouch," she said, the sarcasm thick in her voice.

Tabby would be able to take care of herself, no matter how many drinks had passed her lips. She wouldn't need any guy throwing her into a cab, or any strong arm to lean on as she stumbled home. "Then let me pay for it. Wouldn't want your 'hard earned' money going to waste," she challenged, rolling her eyes. The throb was already beginning to pound against her temples, her brow creasing slightly at the light pain as she nodded at him. "Mhm," she mumbled. Maybe more than one drink wasn't such a good idea, after all.

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WORDS: 402!
TAG: Seb!
LOCATION: Marquee Club, The Streets
OUTFIT: LOOK AT ME!
LYRICS: Part of Me by Katy Perry
NOTES: <3 <3 <3

[Dylan Ellis Griffin]

People could only run from their problems for so long and Sebastian knew that. One day he’d have to confront his brother and Rosie for what had happened back in Belfast, but that day really wasn’t going to be any day soon. Besides, if he saw Thomas now he strongly believed that he might have a rather uncharacteristically violent reaction and if anything, Sebastian didn’t want his ma to see that between her two sons. He didn’t know if he’d ever forgive his brother for what happened, and he knew that someone was bound to say that ridiculous “blood is thicker than water” quote that made no sense whatsoever. There were plenty of things thicker than blood too, but none of that made a blind bit of difference in reality, so why use the damn phrase? If it was true and had any real affect in the world then Thomas never should have betrayed Sebastian like he did in the first place.

Sebastian knew that he lacked the social skills most bartenders were proud to boast about. His problem wasn’t so much that he didn’t care but rather that he didn’t believe in moping about, nursing a scotch on the rocks and whining to anyone who would listen about their problems. The only thing he had walked away from was the incident back home, but that was to protect his ma from the hurt of her sons falling out. Besides, he didn’t see that as a problem anymore, since neither of the people who had offended him really had a role in his life anymore.

He may have offered to buy her the drink, but that didn’t open up the bar to conversation too. There were plenty of lonely people in the club who would happily talk to her. Plus, if all it took to sway her mind was for someone to offer, then she’d probably make some guy really happy tonight after a few more drinks were down her. Sebastian didn’t respond to her sarcasm and he continued to tidy up behind the bar, making sure that it was ready to take the hard hit of ten o’clock when there was usually a surge of party goers through the door, determined to try to drink the Marquee dry. The more organised it was, the easier and quicker it was to get through the queues at the bar.

Too many people misjudged their own capability and independence when they were drinking. Countless time Sebastian had heard people say “I’m okay, I’m fine, I can get home by myself” and he had yet to see any of them then manage to walk out of the club and prove that statement. “It’s already rung through.”

[/color] He said, not even looking up from where he was adjusting the back of the bar. It was the same thing they all used to stop any fights breaking out over whose turn it was to buy in the round. Still, he refilled her drink quick enough and slid it back to her, smirking across the bar. “I’ll let you buy this one.”[/color] He said, wiping down the bar where a guy had just spilt his beer before moving back to his friends.
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TAGGED! Tabby <3
WORDS! 537
OUTFIT! Sexy Mess!
LYRICS! Chip On Her Shoulder - - - Legally Blonde
NOTES! <3

[Tabitha Kyler Patterson]

JUST AFTER CLOSING

Overall, Tabby had had a good night. She'd found a couple friends in the crowd once people began showing up and had quickly ditched the bartender for the college guys. She danced, she drank a bit more, and she just enjoyed being free for an evening. It was irresponsible, and would no doubt leave her with a nasty hangover in the morning, but she didn't honestly care. She'd had fun, something she believed was impossible unless she was out on a surfboard on the California coast, and the games had helped to improve her opinion of New York a little bit. It still felt like a complete cage, but, at least she knew how to have a good time now.

In all her enjoyment, Tabby had completely forgotten about her purse. She still wasn't used to carrying one, so it wasn't the first time she'd left it somewhere. Since moving to New York, she'd lost two phones and at least thirty bucks all because they were in a purse that was never found again. As she was being led out of the club with her friends, it took her a moment to realize why it felt like she was missing something. Once she did, she quickly said goodnight to her group, saying she'd catch a cab home and that they shouldn't worry. Most of them were too drunk to protest, so they let her go without another word.

Tabby rushed back inside the Marquee, going back up to the bar she'd started the night off at. Not bothering to say hello or excuse me, she just called over the counter, "Did anyone turn in a clutch? I think I left mine lyin' somewhere around here." She tapped her fingers impatiently on the counter, waiting for an answer. If no one had turned it in, she would be calling KC to come and pick her up; how embarrassing that would be. But, there wasn't really another choice. She didn't have any cash or a key to the apartment now.

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WORDS: 403!
TAG: Seb!
LOCATION: Marquee Club, The Streets
OUTFIT: LOOK AT ME!
LYRICS: Part of Me by Katy Perry
NOTES: She didn't know what else to do xD <3

[Dylan Ellis Griffin]

It had been another typically busy night in the Marquee and Sebastian had barely a moment to breathe before there was someone else calling him over to order another drink or ten. It really wasn’t an easy job despite how simple it looked. Once the club was at capacity, it was an endless race around the bar, dodging co-workers and rushing to change barrels when they ran out, which was usually something that happened at the worst time when Seb was swamped with some complicated order that the customer couldn’t even get right. Still, the night had drawn to a close and as the bouncers escorted the last few people to the doors, Seb could start the painfully slow process of cleaning up the mess.

Keeley usually stuck around to help him, but the young girl looked paler than usual, so he encouraged her to go home, promising her that he’d be fine getting the place back in shape before locking up. Really, there wasn’t all that much that would occupy his time. Collect the glasses in whilst the bouncers helped clean up the spilt liquor on the floor. The morning staff usually cleaned the place up more thoroughly right before opening the doors again for the early crowd, but Seb didn’t like leaving them with more work than was necessary. He collected the glasses in as the DJ turned the music off for the night, leaving the Irishman with a ringing in his ears as the silence filled the club, signalling the end of his shift.

He took the last of the glasses behind the bar and loaded them into the dishwasher, heading down into the basement to check things over once more down there before he used his keys to lock it up for the night. Seb was climbing the stairs back to the bar when he heard a voice up top. Everyone ought to be out of the club by now, so he let out a sigh and pushed his fingers through his hair, shaking his head at the mention of a lost clutch. At the end of each night all the lost property was thrown in a box behind the bar by the bouncers. He grabbed it and made his way to the other side of the bar, his dark eyes recognising the girl who had been talking to him at the start of the night. “What’s it look like?”

[/color] He asked, standing next to her and begin the search through the box which contained more than one clutch. How on earth could someone forget their clutch, even if they did drink most of the bar?
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TAGGED! Tabby <3
WORDS! 477
OUTFIT! Sexy Mess!
LYRICS! Chip On Her Shoulder - - - Legally Blonde
NOTES! <3

[Tabitha Kyler Patterson]

She may've been in New York for almost a year now, but Tabby still wasn't used to the big city. She'd spent two years avoiding cities like the plague; you couldn't blame her for being in shock for some time. This shock included remembering her purse while out in clubs, even if it did seem careless and extremely stupid to many people. Unless the bag was physically strapped to her, she wasn't used to carrying one and, with cluthces specifically, she had a habit of getting so caught up in conversation that she'd forget entirely about her tiny bag.

Tabby pushed her long hair back off her shoulders, wishing that the curly locks would untangle themselves when she got home. They were truly beginning to get out of hand, but she couldn't bring herself to cut them; not yet, anyways. She blinked as she heard a voice answering her, her eyes turning towards the source. She frowned as she tried to place the face of the man, and the effort of it delayed her answer. Where had she seen him before? "It's gold and shiny; my student I.D.'s in the middle pocket," she said quickly, hoping that her I.D. would in fact still be there, along with the few odd bills she had tucked into the bottom of the clutch. Hopefully, the purse would be in the box; she'd hate to have to explain to the office ladies that, once again, she'd lost her card.

She tapped the toe of her high heel impatiently as she waited for him to sift through the box of lost items, her mind still busy with trying to place his face. Tabby would admit, the alchol she'd downed this evening had not helped her memory much but -- alcohol. He'd been the first bartender she saw this evening. "Surprised I'm still standing? I thought you were taking bets on how long it'd take me to collapse," she said, lips pressed even tighter into a frown. Now that she recognized him, she was wishing she would've caught a different guy.

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WORDS: 401!
TAG: Seb!
LOCATION: Marquee Club, The Streets
OUTFIT: LOOK AT ME!
LYRICS: Part of Me by Katy Perry
NOTES: I'm happy I dragged this much out of her >.< <3

[Dylan Ellis Griffin]

Sebastian preferred being on the working side of the bar. Whenever he drank, it wasn’t much and he was usually alone with his good friend Jack Daniels. He didn’t drink to have a good time, but it did a damn good job at drowning his sorrows or clearing up a bad mood when he was in one. The rest of the time, he preferred to be the one pouring the drinks and making sure that people didn’t get into trouble because of it. It was what paid the bills and it kept his mind blank for a few hours each night that he worked; there was no worry about law, no dwelling on the past and no moments of aggression where he wanted to smash the glass in his hand just to let it all out. He was pretty good as channelling his emotions into healthier activities and often hit the gym or played rugby with a few of the other students at the university who he knew had played the sport for as long as he had.

He looked across at her, eyebrows raised as he awaited her answer. He had only asked a simple and relatively straightforward question and yet she seemed to take a long pause before she answered him. It really wasn’t that complicated a question and in a city like New York it was extremely rare that someone didn’t understand his accent. This girl had spoken to him earlier though, and she had no problem understanding his words then, so maybe the alcohol was slowing down all of her responses. Seb didn’t have all night though and was about to repeat his question when she finally gave him the answer he needed. There were several clutches in the box, all different colours and styles, but none matched her description. “There’s not one like that in hure.”

[/color] He told her, flashing her a glimpse of the box before up righting it again. “An’ none o’ the bouncers have handed one in just now.”[/color] The club was ready for lock up, clean and tidy ready for tomorrow’s surge of party-seekers and none of the staff had handed in the bag this girl was looking for. Another person had probably mistaken it for theirs and left without giving it a second thought; theirs was probably in the box he held currently.

He flicked his dark eyes up at her and shot her a bemused look. It would appear that this girl was the irritable kind of drunk. “I don’t make bets, darlin’.”[/color] He responded, not even understanding why this girl seemed to have an issue with him. He had treated her the same way that he treated all of the customers who spoke to him up at the bar and none of them ever seemed to have a problem with him or his silent attitude. “If yer needin’ a ride home, I can give you one.”[/color] It wouldn’t be the first time that he’d had to do it for someone who had spent or lost all of their money during their night out.
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TAGGED! Tabby <3
WORDS! 555
OUTFIT! Sexy Mess!
LYRICS! Chip On Her Shoulder - - - Legally Blonde
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