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[Jude William Farrell]

Jude was regularly roped into things by his friends. He enjoyed a night out every now and then, but he also preferred a quiet night in, which had originally been his plan for this evening. A friend had changed those plans with persistent text messages and voicemails left throughout the day, nagging the fitness fanatic to join him on a night out in the city. Apparently his date had a friend in town and Jude would be “just perfect” for the mystery girl. He didn’t exactly want fixing up with someone and he didn’t think he seemed that much of spare wheel to need it either, but he surrendered eventually, if only to shut the small device up from chiming and buzzing away every time he turned his back on it. This was how he found himself perched on a bar in Gotham, swirling the ice around in his amber drink.

The act on the stage wasn’t half bad, but Jude was only half listening to the routine. His mind was otherwise occupied with his plans for the following week. It was all programmed into his phone and the computer he had back at his apartment. Most of his time was taken up by clients and their training programmes, with slots left free for anyone new who might receive his card or hear his name from someone else. After that it was just time for himself and time for friends to rope him into daft things like playing their wingman on a date they didn’t really need a wingman for. Jude knew that despite his weak grumbling, if he really didn’t want to indulge his buddy tonight then he could have just kept saying no or turned his phone off. It was just one of those things he figured could be fun once he got out there and forced himself through the motions of getting ready for a night out in New York City.

Taking another mouthful of his drink, Jude lowered the glass back to the bar top as his phone buzzed in his pocket. Plucking the thin device from the denim, he opened up the message and then sighed, his shoulders slumping in a slightly annoyed fashion. After all the harassment, the whole night was cancelled. There had been a fight between the two girls and now his friend’s girlfriend just wanted to curl up on the couch with movies and spend the night screaming about it. An apology came with the promise of beers later in the week and then Jude was left to his own devices. He chose to stick around the very busy Gotham for a little longer, feeling that it might seem rude to slip out when some young guy with a dream was taking that step closer to it/ Plus, the place was so busy that there was bound to be some shuffling or bumping if he tried to leave now and Jude didn’t exactly want to cause a scene, even a teeny tiny one. Another drink, maybe stay for the first of the two headline acts of the evening and then he might return to his apartment. There was no point wasting the small effort he had put into getting ready when most of the time he was running around New York in workout clothes. Ordering another drink, he slid the folded note across the bar and then scrubbed his fingers through his short hair, propping himself on his elbow to try and sit a little more comfortably.

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[Madison Abigail Coltrain]

Madison shouldn’t even have been in the comedy club. She was underage and a recovering everything really. But she enjoyed a funny comedian and the few friends the freshman had made at the mixers before school started had invited her and since she didn’t drink, though they hardly knew why, she was the perfect drag along friend! Madison really loved going out and hitting the club scene. She may not have touched alcohol anymore, but she could never turn down a fun night out. Music had helped her get through the better part of the rough years as she was starting to call her out of control youth. And music kept her going now, though occasionally the young brunette did enjoy a night at a comedy club.

When she had gotten that text earlier, saying a group was going to the club to see the acts perform, Madison had been all for it. She was the sober one, and her friends knew that so even though she knew she was probably only being invited because her head stayed clear didn’t bother her all that much. She got to have a good time and she was okay with making sure those friends got home safely. It would kill her if something happened and they’d asked her to take care. Gotham was actually a favoured place in the city for the young archaeologist when the flashing lights and thrumming music were just a little too much.

So after she grabbed a sandwich from the deli down the street from her apartment and got herself all dolled up for a night at the club, Madison met her friends outside Gotham and went inside. She stayed at the table with her friends for a while but her drink was getting low and she needed a small break from the catty remarks coming from the group she was with. She adored them, and she liked hanging out with them but she could live without the remarks about the other patrons. Maybe it was because she’d already gone through her huge drinking stage but the group just seemed like a bunch of lushes. At least she could say that when she was a drinker, she wasn’t sloppy or loud or made a show of herself unless she wanted to. Carefully, so she wouldn’t draw much attention to herself, she made her way through the crowd to the closest bar. “This seat taken?” she asked the man sitting next to the only empty seat at the bar.

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[Jude William Farrell]

Despite being out of football for handful of years now and despite how much it hurt to think back to what could have been, Jude still found it impossible to break out of so many of the habits he had carried since high school that were linked to his passion for the sport he had hoped would be his dream come true. He still liked to rise with the dawn chorus and fit in a long, gruelling workout that pushed his body as much as it could and he still liked to be in his bed at a pretty early time for most of New York. He only drank one or two drinks on a night out and was usually always checking the time and was the first one to leave the party. His new career still relied on him being in top physical shape and Jude wasn’t about to do anything to wreck that, even when friends did nag him about heading home early or switching from beer to soda water early on in an evening. Jude just liked to keep his wits about him and he had no time for groggy mornings or the killer hangovers that friends who did crash at his place often woke up with.

Most of the time, he went out to silence the nagging of his friends. He swore that sometimes the guys he knew were worse than his own mother, who still liked to call several times a week to check on her boy. He was twenty-eight and yet he was convinced the older woman thought he didn’t know how to take care of himself. Jude knew it was just maternal worry and missing her kids, but he still could do without it some of the time, especially when he had friends on his case, too. Jude was friendly enough, but he preferred hanging out at someone’s place than trying to paint the town red with more shots of tequila than any grown man ought to knock back. Maybe he was just too set in his ways to break him out of them, but Jude was happy with who he was and most of the time he knew his friends just enjoyed to jostle him. He often got his own back with fitness challenges and silly games like that when he easily had the advantage, most of the time.

Jude had already switched from the alcohol to his soda water when he called the bartender back over. There was no point or joy in drinking alone and it wasn’t something he had been keen on in the first place. He didn’t really have “a” drink when he was out, so just often picked something at random and hoped it tasted good and not like paint stripper. His stomach never quite seemed to settle when he was drinking, so he was relieved to gulp down a few long mouthfuls of the icy water and lemon. It was only after that did he hear the voice coming from the right of him. Turning, he saw the girl and then processed what she had asked him. “I think it’s one of the only seats in here that isn’t. Please, take it.”

[/color] He said, gesturing slightly as he raised his glass back to his lips again. He had been reserving it for his buddy, but since he wasn’t coming it was definitely now just another empty seat and he was surprised some of the crowd hadn’t already started fighting over it, given how packed the place was.
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[Madison Abigail Coltrain]

Madison needed to get out of her apartment more often than she already did. She went out with some of the friends she met through mixers at the school, and a small group from work. Other than those places and the gym, she hardly went out unless she was dragged out by someone in that huge group and then it was usually Delia because she couldn’t stand to see the sweet little Maddie with all her problems sit around at home. Delia knew and cared and when she invited Maddie out she paid for all the soda she wanted because she wanted her there. As much as she adored her friends, they could get out of hand and Maddie needed a few minutes away. She was surprised they hadn’t noticed how many “bathroom breaks” she took when they got to drinking too much. She was well aware they could handle themselves and easily left them to their own. She was only there to make sure they got home safe, and usually nothing more. Delia forced her to dance and stuff but sadly, the Scottish girl wasn’t there.

“Thanks. I needed a minute or sixty away from that table.” Maddie admitted, chuckling. She loved her friends but they were starting to drive her mad. It was just too bad she was the one watching over them tonight and making sure they got home or she would have left their sorry asses at the comedy club two comedians ago! “I’m Madison, by the way.” She said, extending her hand towards this stranger who’d let her steal the seat next to him. She stopped the bartender on his way down the bar and asked for a Pepsi with lime when he had the chance. It wasn’t like she was in any hurry to get back to the group of cackling girls. As if the comedian on stage was some hilarious person. To Maddie he was bordering on decent but needed a hell of a lot more time on stage to perfect his craft; though that could have easily been because she was stone cold sober and not already half in the bag like most of the crowd there.

Madison often wondered why she even hung out with a bunch of people who were so into drinking. But she did love to dance and have a good time and they usually invited her to better nights than this one. Maddie smiled when the bartender set her drink on a coaster in front of her and she passed over a couple notes, enough for a fair tip. She felt like she needed to make up for the cheap drinks she was pouring down her throat by adding a good tip to the cheap bill. She had been a mess in Nashville. She hadn’t cared at all if she even paid the tab, let alone if she added a tip to it as well.

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[Jude William Farrell]

It was hard picking himself up after his dreams had been shattered that afternoon in the stadium. Jude hadn’t wanted to go out in a very long time and being around his old friends and teammates had never made any of it easier. Jude knew that things couldn’t change. He’d never play football professionally ever again and it still felt like a stab in the gut to remember that. His friends purposely avoided bringing such a topic up, but Jude still found nights out tough. It was even tougher if anyone recognised him from his Giants days and approached him to talk about those memories. He was too polite to ask them to leave, but instead fought through those conversations before eventually making an excuse to head home alone. It was probably the toughest thing in his life and even with the time moving on he still couldn’t quite let go of those shattered dreams. It was another reason why his nights out were few and far between; in his own company, he could do things to take his mind off it, but he could hardly resent friends or tell them to shut up just because something bothered him. He had taken a risk with the game and it had cost him. There was no one else to blame and Jude couldn’t take it out on anyone else either.

Jude took a sip from his drink and chuckled softly. “I’ve been there. Too many times to count.”

[/color] It really wasn’t uncommon for Jude to be home early from a night on the town and to get a phone call from one of his friends asking where he had gone. Sometimes he made a big goodbye scene and other times he’d tell one person and just slip away. He had never been too big a fan of the club scene and even as he had gotten older it just hadn’t worked for him. In fact, if anything, he just felt more out of place among the fake IDs and the drunken desperados commonly seen there. “Jude. Good to meet you.”[/color] He shook her hand firmly and flashed a small but warm smile her way. He had planned on downing the rest of his drink and leaving since the act on the stage wasn’t all that great and his original reason for being at the comedy club had crumbled to pieces about fifteen minutes ago.

He rarely went out on his own. In fact, Jude rarely did a lot of things without someone dragging him or encouraging him. Once he was out, he was out, but getting him there was almost a challenge in itself. Jude got up most mornings and went through his own daily routine and workout before working through his client list for the day, training with each of them until the day was over and then he usually retired to his apartment for a quiet night in. His apartment wasn’t lacking in entertainment features since he had sort of splashed out during his time playing football and his job was a seven day commitment since Jude liked to work around his clients and whenever they were free. “So, are they all out for anything special or just because they can?”[/color] He asked Madison, gesturing to her group of friends. He wasn’t meaning to be nosey, but he felt like small talk might be better than awkward silence in a loud and crowded room.
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[Madison Abigail Coltrain]

Madison did not live the easy life like her appearance may have suggested. She had to work hard at looking like she wasn’t some sort of broken doll. The last few years were the hardest of her life but she was trying to turn herself around become a better person. She wanted desperately to rise above it all now. She didn’t want to forget her past; she wanted to use it to propel her forward, to keep her from falling down that rabbit hole again. She hadn’t been aware just how badly she’d been scaring her family. Honestly, Madison thought the only person she was hurting with her actions were herself; and at the time, she’d been absolutely okay with that. She could have taken the wrong pill or too much of another and been found in a ditch three days later, dead and she would not have cared in the least so long as she’d gotten that high. But as addicted as she’d been, she still kept her brains about her and didn’t go snorting or shooting up her drugs; probably the only drugs that she hadn’t tried.

The young Archeologist smiled. “It almost makes me wish…” She started, before realising where she was going with that thought and shook her head. “Wish I’d said no.” She finished, with a small laugh. She was being awkward, she knew it. But being around so much alcohol had that effect on her. She wouldn’t touch the stuff and being able to be around it and not reach for a glass was at least something good. It was going to be a long and torturous road to complete recovery, but she was going to continue on. “I can only deal with so much cackling, you know?” She said, shaking her head. She adored them, but she also couldn’t handle more than a handful of minutes of their drunken laughter. And they stopped making sense twenty minutes before hand so it was getting tedious being around them. “Nice name. I like it.” She said, smiling sweetly.

“I wish it was something special! But no, they decided work was hell all of a sudden." Madison said, chuckling. Her past may have been colourful but at least there had always been a party whenever she'd go downhill. In Nashville, it wasn't difficult to find a party. It was what she loved most about her hometown; at the time. Now it was one of the main reasons she left despite New York being a big party city. Maddie had learned though, and knew better than to agree to any parties. Or if she really had no choice in the matter, she stuck solely to sparkling water in a flute or dark soda in a tumbler glass. Learning how to fake it had been the easy part. Smile, sip occasionally but keep the conversation rolling so you don’t have to take a sip at all around the upper class socialites. At least around Nashville, there weren’t enough of them paying attention to anyone other than themselves and the compliments they were receiving and the empty ones they were giving out to notice one girl wasn’t nearly as “glowing” as the rest of them. “What about you? Here alone, nursing a drink and hardly listening to the man on stage, not that that part’s shocking, he’s terrible. So, you’re either meeting someone and they’re not here yet or you had a hell of a day at work and didn’t want some slutty women rubbing all over you.” She asked, sipping at her drink.

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[Jude William Farrell]

Forgetting his past wasn’t an option for Jude. Rather, it served as a cold reminder of how far a Giant could fall, quite literally. Plus, it was hard to forget when there were still posters and dated merchandise with his name or picture on. Luckily, when he encountered people who were football fans it was easier to pretend that his life really had been nothing more than personal training and a short period working in a gym as a trainer there, too. It was only once someone called him out on his identity that he had to sit through the conversations, the photos and occasionally the diehard fan who still wanted an autograph from the retired running back. Part of him wanted so desperately to return to the world of football in some capacity, but the grief of his sudden exit was still too raw for the rest of him. He didn’t know if he’d ever feel ready for anything like that, but he did hope that one day someone would convince him or there would just be the chance too good to refuse.

“Another feeling I know,well.”

[/color] Jude said on a sigh as he raised his eyebrows and brought the glass back up to his lips. Most of the nights out he had were because friends dragged him out and he felt like he really ought to prove to them that he was alive and well, at least for a few short hours. He was sociable, but he wasn’t one for rowdy nights on the town or nightclubs full of strangers grinding on a dance floor. Many of his friends were, or they were athletes and only saw him when their free time happened to synchronise nicely. Even then it was usually lunch or a quiet drink in one of the lesser known bars of New York. He wasn’t picking up on any awkwardness in the conversation yet, but Jude’s athleticism seem to take something from his social skills and he had never really been the best at observing people around him or how they were acting. In the past it had been friends who had pointed things out to him, or told him that a girl was interested. “Hm, especially in a comedy club, I bet.”[/color] Jude said with just a small hint of a grin. He was well aware of the cackling of girls; after all he had a younger sister and she had plenty of high pitched friends who sounded like witches when they all laughed. There had been many a time during his time living with his parents where he had gone for a run just to escape them. “I think The Beatles are to thank for it.”[/color] He remarked, although he honestly couldn’t remember if that was where his parents had found his name from. It had just always been the joke that was made when he had been growing up.

“As good an excuse as any, I suppose.”[/color] He said with a small shrug. Bad days didn’t chase Jude to a bar, but rather chased him to his apartment where he could be by himself and find another way to forget about the stress and torment. Although, working for himself it wasn’t as though bad days happened frequently. He could set them up how he wanted them and often call an end to them when they were starting to grate on him. His clients were dedicated and rarely gave him a reason to lose his temper anyway. Glancing down at the near empty glass in his hand, Jude chuckled softly and shook his head. “I don’t think I’ve ever nursed soda water before. But, it’s neither. My buddy cancelled on me and I figured I may as well get at least some wear out of this shirt since I ironed it.”[/color] He told her, joking lightly.
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[Madison Abigail Coltrain]

Normally, Madison would nurse a drink or two the entire night before making sure her friends got home alright. And because she was helping them out with that, they bought her drinks the entire night, probably more because she was a cheap date than anything else. Truthfully, they wouldn’t have been able to afford the offer if they’d known her just fourteen short months before. It was a long and excruciatingly slow process but it was going to be worth it in the end. In reality she was probably one of the luckier ones. She got help a lot earlier and easier than most. Really finally seeing her family look at her with so much fear for her life really opened her eyes. But she was trying to put all that behind her and never look back. She had all her life ahead of her to dig around in the dirt and bring back other people’s pasts.

The irony of Madison adoring the past and wanting to forget her own hadn’t gone unnoticed but she chose to ignore it and hope things didn’t repeat; especially for her parents. Thankfully though, her sister was the complete opposite of Maddie in every way. While Maddie had dark hair and eyes, Jessie had blonde hair and blue eyes. Jessie was country while Madison enjoyed the rock and roll. She enjoyed digging around in the dirt and learning new things, Jessica nearly broke down when she breaks nails and hates school with a passion. So Maddie didn’t think her parents really had to worry about Jess following in big sister’s footsteps. “Mhm.” She said, lifting her drink to her lips because she really didn’t know where else to go with that thought. Honestly, if Maddie had been asked to tag along to watch out for everyone, she would have been at home surrounded by textbooks and hot chocolate with some terribly addictive reality show on the television.

It may have looked easy for Madison to be in any club but the comedy club was the worst. There was nothing really to do besides drink, especially when the comic was this bad. At least at nightclubs, she could go in and never leave the dance floor unless she really needed to get some fresh air and made the excuse of refreshing her lipstick to get away for a song. “At least there’s a dance floor at night clubs.” She said with a light laugh. She could close out the bars still, as long as there was a dance floor and something to occupy her mind with. Casual conversation could only go so far with the drunk and Madison knew that better than most, especially at her age. “At least they weren’t Johnny Cash fans.” She joked, grinning behind her near empty glass. She might have preferred Rock and Roll over Country and Blues but that didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy the music. She was from Tennessee after all; there wasn’t much of a choice for her.

Maddie shrugged because for her it wasn’t a good enough excuse. It never had been. But that was her. “For them it was. Usually their excuse is “it’s Friday”.” She said with a roll of her eyes. That had been her problem when she’d been all about the drugs, drinking and party scene. Because there had always been a party, Madison hadn’t thought she was doing any harm. She could chalk it up to there being a party so it was acceptable. “You wouldn’t want to waste a perfectly ironed shirt on the living room couch and bad TV.” She teased playfully. Taking a moment, Maddie looked over her shoulder at the group of women she’d been with. They probably didn’t even realise she was still gone! For the better, hopefully even though Maddie knew she was only invited to tag along so they wouldn’t get out of hand and find themselves somewhere other than their own bed in the morning.

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[Jude William Farrell]

Jude had never been a big drinker or partyer. He had been much too dedicated to his football for anything like that to really play a big role in his life. There had been reports and a few not-so-welcome rumours after his injury forced him into retirement that he was going off the rails with booze. None of them had been true. Even at his lowest point, Jude hadn’t reached for the bottle to numb his pain. He just wallowed in his own company and stared blankly at the walls or the television set and did everything he could to try and avoid the reporters and the news stories that followed. His family had probably been preparing themselves for the day when they found him passed out with an empty bottle and a broken glass, but it had never come. His sister had talked a little bit of sense into him when she had seen enough of his self-pity and misery.

Now he made sure none of his clients stood a high risk of suffering the same injury that changed his life. Not one of them played football, but he knew how injuries and pushing too hard could really do some damage to a person. Jude had seen it in other athletes too, some of them his friends, and it wasn’t always something that they could pick themselves up from. If his sister hadn’t knocked a bit of sense into him, then he might very well still be moping about a lot worse than he was. Although he was certain that his life and the lives of everyone in Gotham that evening could benefit greatly from that comic leaving the stage. Maybe they did it on purpose and put on a bum act to draw more people to the bar to down some drinks. He didn’t know and couldn’t claim to understand it all. His talent, passion and commitment was in sports and physical activities; not business. “Only good if you dance.”

[/color] He said with a slight tilt of his head and the ghost of a smirk. Jude wasn’t one to race to the dance floor, and usually he had to be dragged by friends. He would stay up there for a few songs and he wasn’t the worst person on the floor, but he just always felt so awkward about it. “I suppose it could have been worse.”[/color] He nodded on a sigh. His name just meant he could often predict the chants or comments that would be fired at him throughout his life. He had reached the point a long time ago where he would just sigh and take it, letting the other people have their amusement for a few short moments.

Grimacing slightly, Jude sipped at his soda water and decided not to say anything. He wasn’t one for going out “just because”. He preferred having a real reason to celebrate or enjoy the nightlife of the city. Even then he didn’t know if a nightclub or a crawl would be his personal idea of a celebration either. New York didn’t sleep, after all, and there was always an excuse if someone wanted to look for one. Jude just didn’t buy into excuses too well. “If I was there I wouldn’t even be in a shirt.”[/color] He chuckled quietly. When he was at home he was either in sports gear or topless. Comfort, practicality and his own personal preference won out when he was in his apartment. Glancing at the stage it looked as though this comic was far from finished. He didn’t even know if there was a time limit, another act or anything else going on tonight. Jude just knew he wasn’t a fan of the crowd, the jokes or the heat in there. Finishing off his drink, he put the glass on the bar and then turned to his sudden company. “I know you’re with them, but there’s a diner just a block away and I could really go for a chocolate shake and some food. You want to join me and save your sense of humour from this guy?”[/color] He cocked his thumb towards the stage and gave Madison a friendly smile.
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[Madison Abigail Coltrain]

Madison would have preferred a dance club over the comedy club any day. Not because she wasn’t a fan of comics and their work, she loved a good routine but when she was out, she wanted something to do that did leave her thinking a drink was a good thing right about then. She was a recovering everything practically and being in a place where all you could really do is sit and drink, it wasn’t all that good on her self-control. Though it did show just how far she’d come in a few short months if she could sit in the club and keep ordering soda and limes all night long. She was at a good place right now and honestly felt like she could only go up from there. Maddie had hit rock bottom a few months before hand and has been pushing herself up from there ever since. She was going to turn it all around and make something of herself one of these days, she was determined.

“You don’t dance?” Maddie asked, unable to help herself. She loved to dance and could easily spend the entire night on the dance floor, forgetting the world and her own little problems for the handful of hours she was there. It wasn’t until she was curled up in bed alone with only her thoughts to keep her company did she really start to spiral for a minute or two. After that long, she always pushed the thoughts away and thought up some positive things to fall asleep to but those few minutes are always there, in the back of her mind; just waiting for her to slip up and tell her it was all for nothing. “I’m sure all the ladies would have been flocking if your name had been Sue.” She continued to tease as if she didn’t have anything to be teased about. She knew there were plenty of things that could bring an embarrassed blush to her face but this man didn’t know them and Madison was going to keep her mouth shut about them, too.

“Comfort and style, nice.” Maddie said, grinning. She was usually flopped out on her couch with some movie on and a textbook in her lap if she were home on a lazy night. Maddie was in the same boat as Jude. She needed a reason to go out most nights. Sure dancing was a good reason but because it was Friday was not in the brunette’s mind. Of course, she usually went out just to keep her friends in check because she didn’t know what would happen if she didn’t go out with them. She was honestly afraid she’d wake up in the morning after declining the invite out to find a text message and missed phone calls about one of their deaths. It was most definitely overdramatic but Maddie felt a little responsible for them when they were all out together. No one had been there for her when she’d gone on one of her binges so she wanted to be there for theirs; make sure they got home okay and all that. Tonight was a rather tame night, which was saying something with how much alcohol had already been consumed by the five girls she’d left at the table. “A chocolate shake and a slice of apple pie sound fantastic right about now.” Maddie agreed, sliding from her stool. “And they’re not about to miss me.” She added, glancing back at the table she’d run away from in the first place. Ever since she turned her life around, Maddie noticed that she’d become a real food addict to combat all the things she used to do. It was just a damn good thing she had an excellent metabolism, despite all she’d done to it or the petite brunette would probably be the size of a small whale at this point.

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