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saylordunn​:

                     “Girls notice everything. You shouldn’t act so surprised.” Saylor rolled her eyes with a chuckle, clearly getting a kick out of messing with the fellow patron now. “Broody and muscular men get this quiver in the side of the neck when they clench their jaw. Who knows why, but it’s hot.” Gesturing up to the nape of her own, the musician made a show out of it for the sake of showing rather than just telling. Saylor looked back at the bartender when he made the assumption and dropped her jaw, which was arguably just to be dramatic, but this had also been Saylor just being Saylor. “If she is, that bitch. I’d be tasty and she’d miss out.” She affirmed, then ticked her brow over toward the other. “Oh yeah, you used the eyes and everything.” 

Though he wasn’t one to brag or anything, Austin had always considered him pretty good when it came to girls—obviously pre adulterous wife—so finding out that women paid attention to things like neck quivers was definitely eye-opening. Eyes glued to the blonde’s neck as she demonstrated just what she was talking out, a low whistle escaped past his lips. “Wow, okay, yeah. I see what you’re talking about,” laughing, he shook his head quickly at the bizarre direction of their conversation. “I mean, maybe you’re just not her drink of choice, you know? You could be, like, AB positive and she just wants some O neg.” Austin’s eyebrows raised as the girl assured him that, yes, he was using the eyes for a serious smolder. “Damn...I gotta keep check on that. I can’t be out here just smoldering at everyone.” 

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steelemaxwell​:

“It’s weird, I know, but I feel like I can detect the sediment in most wines. Does that mean I have a sensitive palate?” Though her question was aloud, Steele didn’t expect an answer. “Maybe. I’m usually in and out when I order take out though. These tacos better be hot hot hot for taking this long!”

“Wow...I guess it does, yeah.” Austin nodded, his laughter continuing. It was definitely a pretty freaking sensitive palate if that’s the issue the girl was facing with wine. “I hear you. Well, I don’t wanna build your hopes up but...” he paused, glancing to the guy walking back with the bag in hand. “I think your wait might be over.”

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emohara​:

“Aw, well don’t worry, I’m all yours.” Everything about her tone was serious when she said that. Her lips curving into a smile as she glanced over and assured him. She was having too much fun to let anyone else snatch her up anyway. Especially since she was taking him somewhere too good to pass up. “Trying to find your fun again? What do you mean? You lost it?” She didn’t quite understand. Maybe because Emily lived off fun and enjoying life. But not everyone had the same luxury. “Is that why you’re in town? Why you moved?” Maybe it was too deep of a conversation for strangers, but seeing as though they had just met and he was in her car right now, they kind of skipped a few steps. “And what kind of bike are we talking here? Because if I find out you have a motorcycle, I hope you know you’re letting me ride on the back. I look really good on the back of a motorcycle too, so really I’m doing you a favor.”

Raising an eyebrow at her words, Austin had to admit he liked the sound of them. It was cool that she was committing a night of her time to this guy who, for the most part, probably came across as a total goofball who wasn’t really taking anything serious. Nodding slowly as Emily question what he really meant by his words, he paused a little before answering. “I don’t know, maybe. Things just stopped feeling like fun for a while, everything got kinda heavy, y’know?” Glancing back to the blonde as she pressed on the matter of him moving here, he exhaled out heavily. “Yeah, I think so. I mean, if we’re going by tonight so far then it looks like I made the right call, huh?” A small smile completed his words to try and keep it light, not wanting to drag the whole mood down. They were freshly acquainted, after all. “I do have a motorcycle. It’s not, like, every mother’s nightmare it’s just a Harley. I’ll take you for a ride, you can boost my street cred around here, do me a solid.”

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rafeelsayed​:

“Cheers.” Rafe grinned as he lifted up the empty glass for a second before putting it back under the tap for another round. “Welcome to PC, Austin.” He pushed the now full glass back towards the man, wiping up the small spill off the bar top. “I’m Rafe. Also known as your friendly neighborhood bartender, protector of the masses.”

“Cheers,” Austin nodded, accepting the freshly poured beer and tilting it up to the lifesaver before taking another swig and setting it down. “Nice to meet you, Rafe. I appreciate you and your protecting skills. I won’t forget ‘em anytime soon, trust me.” With a chuckle, he twirled the glass a little between his fingers before continuing. “So how long ya been here?” 

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emohara​:

His response was enough to pull out a fit of laughter from her lips. The way he was still keeping up with her made it exciting. Of course, she knew eventually the games would probably die down, but for now, she liked rolling with the punches. “Someone’s pushy! That scared of me getting swept up?” A teasing set of words with a playful look to follow. As she situated herself in the car, Emily then started the engine and readied herself to make her way to the marina. Luckily, it was just over the bridge, and jumping on the highway wouldn’t be too difficult. So they’d end up there in no time. “My idea of fun? You can’t guess it after what I’ve told you? Well, since you’re not paying attention… I obviously love the water. Anything to do with it. But I guess it’s not so much about what I’m doing, but how I feel when I’m doing it. I like doing things that make me happy—cliche, I know. But I don’t know. I guess my idea of fun is more in the feeling. If it puts a smile on my face and no one ends up dead or in jail, then it works for me.” Probably the most serious thing she’s said since her little speech about the Aurelia. “Why? What’s your idea of fun?” 

“Little bit.” Austin nodded, shrugging his shoulders innocently as she flashed a teasing look his way. Settled in the car with the girl he barely knew, Austin felt as though a little bit of his old self was returning to him and that couldn’t have been a bad thing—no matter how the night ended up. Listening as Emily listed off the things she considered fun, he could definitely appreciate what she was saying and found it pretty cool that her idea of fun was so simple—which, in reality, was what it always should be. “Damn, when you put it so eloquently I don’t know if I can follow up with that one,” he smirked, leaning back against the seat a little as he looked out the window. “I guess I don’t really know anymore, I’m trying to find my fun again. I like drinking, I like riding my bike. Pretty simple stuff but it used to feel like way more than that.”

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steelemaxwell​:

“Not judging me but secretly judging me,” she teased with a slow shake of her head. “Sort of. It tastes gritty to me. Like there’s little tiny things that my tongue can feel but my eyes can’t see. Moscato seems smooth to me. Maybe I’m just not cultured enough,” she told him with a flourish of her hand for effect. “Then I’m sure I’ll be seeing you here more often. Mahi mahi tacos are a once-a-week occurrence for me, if not more.”

“Wine tastes gritty to you?” Now fully laughing, he shook his head and marvelled at the girl before him, knowing fully well that this was the first time he’d ever heard somebody refer to wine as gritty. “Wow, what kinda wine were you drinking before you found Moscato, you poor thing.” Glancing around the place as Steele assured him they’d probably be bumping into one another more often, he offered up a warm smile. “That sounds good to me. Hope to see you around more often—maybe we could even debunk the whole gritty wine theory you got going on one of those nights.”

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emohara​:

“Damn,” was all she could initially say as she listened in on his well-versed speech. She wasn’t expecting such a long response, but she was impressed by his dedication to sticking to all of whatever this was. The pair were playful together and she couldn’t quite describe it considering they barely knew one another but were talking like they were old friends—not just besties like they were joking about. “You sort of lost me after firstly. But, I did hear that you don’t see any other guys making me laugh and you do have a point. However, you didn’t rule out girls. See, I can get behind a good brotp and I’m sure there’s a lot of ladies in here that could do just the trick. So you better be thankful we’re leaving right now, or I could be walkin’ outta here with someone else. And you wouldn’t want that, would you?” Truth be told, she didn’t think she’d be leaving with anyone. But she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t glad it was this guy out of all her so-called options. “Crack dens!? Do I look like someone who does crack? I get I may act like tit, but no, this body does not come from a crack pipe. If only it were that easy.” She let out a chuckle before circling around her car. In doing so, she yelled out to him once more before getting unlocking the doors and getting in. “Get in loser, we’re going to have some fun.” 

“Fuck I didn’t think about the girls,” Austin snapped his fingers, almost as if he was genuinely annoyed at himself. “No, I wouldn’t want that. Quick, let’s go before they swoop in all ladylike and shit.” It was truly turning into an evening full of the bizarre and Austin had a feeling that it was going to get a whole lot worse/better than what it had been. They hadn’t even scratched the surface and this was, at it’s core, just a downright ridiculous exchange that had cropped up out of nowhere and now he was in it, Emily was in it and they were in her car on the way to God knows where but probably (hopefully?) not a crack den. Either way, he was in the car now and she was at the wheel—both literally and metaphorically. “I probably should have asked you this before I got in the car, Em, but uh...what’s your idea of fun?” Austin smirked, turning to look at the blonde. “I mean, you know, just between us friends here.” 

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steelemaxwell​:

“One hundred percent not kidding. Why would I make that up?” she laughed. “Other wine is too….” she paused, trying to think of the right word. “I don’t know, I can’t describe it.” She nodded in a silent ‘you’re welcome’ as her smile reappeared on her lips. “You’re going to get hooked.”

“Wow. Alright, yeah...this is me...not judging you,” Austin replied, biting down on his bottom lip to keep his laughter from spilling over. “Too...winey?” Of course, he was teasing but she seemed to be a pretty good sport so far. “I feel like you might be right. If that’s the case, I owe you one.” 

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luckyspcncer​:

And that was one of the main reasons he hadn’t gone back there. Lucky hadn’t had a drop of alcohol since the accident and being around a place like that was far too tempting to a kid who clearly had an issue controlling himself at times. “Oh, definitely. Everyone over there acts like a complete animal, so if you’re not drunk, you’re babysitting, and where the fuck is the fun in that?” He chuckled, shaking his head at the mere thought of it. “Well, what’s your opinion of the place? I can’t imagine it’s that great considering you felt the need to leave.” Or maybe it wasn’t the city, but more of the people in it? Or his career? Who knew. But it wasn’t like Lucky to pry on that aspect. “Yeah, and my whole family is here anyway. Dad, brothers, sister. Even my daughter so I can’t imagine I’m leaving myself anytime soon. This is the perfect place for just seeing where life takes ya though. Take it from someone who’s done just that here. Though be careful, you get sucked into this city quicker than you think.” 

“Nowhere to be found.” Austin agreed with the guy, unable to see the appeal of sitting stone cold sober in a pit full of drunken animals while trying to babysit one of said animals. Pursing his lips as the question turned to what was his own personal opinion on the city he lived with his soon to be ex-wife, Austin tried to take her out of the picture and judge it fairly. “It’s got something for everyone, I guess. It’s hard to knock it. I don’t know, I just never really favored it over Chicago—that’s where I’m from, originally,” he shrugged, figuring that was pretty fair. “Wow, so the whole party’s here then, huh? Yeah, you’re bound to this place now, man. It’s good to know that, though. I’ll try not to get sucked in too quickly.”

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steelemaxwell​:

“Well, it depends,” she replied, bobbling her head from side to side. “As far as cocktails go I’ll either go for a margarita or a vodka cranberry. Moscato is my go-to wine. I know, I know. Don’t give me a hard time for it,” she laughed. “You’re welcome in advance. The tropical shrimp salad is another favorite but I don’t crave that like I crave the tacos.”

“Two classics, can’t go wrong,” Austin nodded, although he couldn’t really recall ever ordering a vodka cranberry for himself. “Moscato? You’re kidding,” A laugh escaped his lips, mixing with the sound of Steele’s and he shook his head. “That’s...a choice, definitely. Thanks for the insider info, pretty sure I’ll be ordering tacos in minus ten minutes.” 

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saylordunn​:

                    “I don’t know, bro. I mean, she’s been staring at your throat for a good twenty minutes. I don’t think my neck is thick enough.” She made gestures to the petite and slender throat she was referring to before ticking her brow in the direction of the other patron. “Quietly staring? Yeah, usually the look gets the thought across but clearly my game ain’t up to par. Wanna fill me in on your secrets? Or do you just use the smoldering eyes and call it even?” 

“At my throat?” Austin winced, feeling a little be creeped out by the thought of that one and subconsciously reaching up to his neck. “Is that a thing girls do?” Smirking as the blonde continued, he glanced back over to the bartender before returning his focus to the conversation at hand. “Well, maybe it’s a good thing she’s not focused on you—maybe she’s a vampire? Ever think about that? It would make sense why she’s eyeing up people’s throats.” A chuckle escaped his lips and he bowed his head slightly at her question before slowly shaking his head. “Was I using the smolder just then?” 

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emohara​:

Placing both hands over her face, Emily kept up with the theatrics of the conversation. It was a good way to hide the laughter too, considering he was doing an excellent job getting to giggle nonstop. “Just tell me what I gotta do to win your trust back.” She let out as both hands found their way back to the bartop. “You name it, I’ll do it.” And to some extent, she was being serious too. She’d do whatever just for the hell of it. They were already this far into it, why stop now? “Pull for some dick.” Repeating the words back, Emily found herself almost choking in response. They were definitely having fun here and it was pleasing to know that he wasn’t some uptight guy and could actually dish it back and play along. Not too many people could last this long but she was pleased to become such good friends with someone who could. “Trust me completely? Wow, you’re making a really bold move here. Especially because my intentions are very, very sinister. But since you said yes already, there’s no turning back.” Getting up from her seat, Emily pulled out her wallet, tossed some money onto the bartop for both of their drinks, and then some, before kicking off her heal to head toward the exit. “Come on. You sir are gonna have the best night ever. That’s a promise.” 

“You’re a brave woman putting that power in my hands. You could ruin your sparkling reputation as an upstanding citizen in this golden town in one night, Em.” The laughter couldn’t be contained once the blonde repeated what was apparently their friendships new tagline—Em Squared: Pull for some dick. Hopefully that little note would just stay between the two of them, otherwise people would definitely get the wrong idea. “I can get on board with sinister intentions,” Austin stated with a mischievous smirk, getting to his feet as Emily did. “On board, get it? ‘Cause you have a boat? God, I’m good.” Feeling the most excitement he’d felt since everything had gone down with his ex, Austin finally started to feel a little more like himself again and was ready to follow Em to wherever she wanted to take him that night. “Those are big words, I’m gonna hold you to it. After you.”

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emohara​:

“No, no, no!” The blonde let out with a playful laugh as she sheepishly smiled at him. Her face turned apologetic, trying to help her win him back after she so clearly let him down with the news. “Over a movie?! Come on! We could’ve been great. The best of friends there ever was and you’re gonna throw it out because I’m an uncultured swine?” Which was quite comical because she was far from uncultured. But when it came to pop culture, sure, she was a little out of her times there. She had to keep the charade going no matter what though. It was too fun to steer away from it now. “That’s exactly what I’m tellin’ ya. And honestly, you can throw Dick out, leave it all shriveled up and cold if you want. But that was my top choice so I’m still gonna try and pull for some Dick. Second choice is clearly Emilio. Em squared sounds like a pretty great dynamic duo if you ask me. We could have our own reality series even.” Add more to the dramatics, Emily happily threw the idea out there as she moved on to finish up her drink. “Most fun? Really? Well, that’s because we’re besties now. It’s always a great time when you’re talking to your best friend. —But hey, if you’re looking for some real fun…I could take you that lovely little boat I’ve been talking about all night. Could even ditch this place and head there now. If you’re up for it.”

Laughing as the girl pleaded with him to not just throwaway this sacred bond that they’d spent literally minutes building up. “We could’ve, I’m not disputing that, you uncultured swine. I just...I don’t know, it’s a bump in the road. Maybe we can pull through it...” Austin raised his eyebrows playfully, leaving it up to her to figure out the way in which it could be salvaged. Which, of course, was simply to watch the movie. “That’s an interesting choice of words,” Austin winced, letting out a harsh laugh before taking another swig of beer. “Honestly, whatever works best for you, Em. I trust you, I’ll leave the choice in your hands. If you’re pulling for some Dick then who am I to stand in the way of that?” Turning his glass between his hands as Emily continued, feeling his smirk grow a little wider as she continued. At the prospect of heading to her boat he had to wonder if this was a peculiar proposition or if she regularly made fast friends in the bar and invited them back to the party boat. “You know, usually if I meet a hot girl at the bar and she invites me back to her boat I’d have to wonder if there were any sinister intentions,” he sighed out, finishing up his beer and setting the glass on the bar. “But seeing as we’re besties now with a pending reality show, and I trust you completely...I’m gonna say let’s do it.” 

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rafeelsayed​:

“No idea why that skill would ever come in handy anywhere else, but hey if it does, you know where to find the pro now.” Rafe’s gaze followed the woman as she skulked out of there, shaking his head with the smile. “They seem pretty equal to me, man. Firefighters and bartenders. Way better than cops, am I right?” 

“I’ll drink to that,” Austin chuckled at the guy’s question, sliding over his empty glass for a refill. Considering he’d almost just fallen victim to a cunning local, he figured his best chances of catching up to speed were sticking with the bartender tonight. “I’m Austin, by the way.”

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emohara​:

“Oof, not to ruin that little moment, but I honestly have never seen that one. I don’t have a lot of time for movies out at sea.” Plus, they only had one TV on board and she hardly ever used it. But that was simply because she was a bit too preoccupied with her surroundings to stay current with a lot of pop culture and movies. “See! It works out great. You get a new identity free from the police and I get a nickname to call you. But let’s think… There’s Richard, but then I’d have to call ya Dick. Charlie could be a cute one if we go with Charles. Or what about Emilio then we can both be Em?” Her tone was still as playful as ever. And she happily shot him over a smile before nudging him softly at the last suggestion—which was of course, the one she favored. “Oh definitely that too. How can you have a boat and not get baked? I feel like that’s part of the whole initiation process of becoming a boat owner. It’s even more fun to get baked then go snorkeling. Not exactly wise, but looking at colorful fish when you’re higher than the sun is quite the party.” Not something that really happened often. It was more so Tanzie she got high with than anyone else considering how serious Emily usually took diving. “Well, at least you got something out of it. I figured you’d think I was ridiculous. But I have a bad habit of talking passionately about the things I love and won’t pass up the opportunity to do so either.” 

“Well, Em, you just ruined it.” Austin sighed out dramatically; almost as though his body was deflating. “We had something special and now? Well, it’s just ruined.” Of course, sticking true to their theme of the evening, Austin was playing around but his demeanour was that of a deeply disappointed person. Face scrunching up immediately as the first suggestion for his new identity was her new friend, Dick. “Right, okay, let me get this straight: my options are Charlie, Emilio or...Dick—is that what you’re telling me right now?” Rolling his eyes and letting a smirk break through as the blonde nudged him, he leaned back and threw up his hands; giving her the full control of what he’d be called from here on out. “Em or Charlie, we’re gonna leave Dick out in the cold. No offence to the Dicks out there.” Laughing further as Em assured him that she didn’t pass up on the rite of passage that was getting baked on your own boat. “Yeah, snorkelling afterwards sounds like...a choice. Glad it worked out for you, though. And yeah, I don’t think you’re ridiculous. Actually, this is probably the most fun I’ve had talking to someone since I got here, so thanks for that.”