--drinking cokes and vodka, Ellavay!

[Caillen Olivier Blackwood]

I decided that you'd look well on me

Caillen didn't do business himself. Yes, he conducted his drug-dealing business, but he had others deliver the goods. He just made sure that they were in line, and considering he didn't have to waste as much time walking around looking for buyers, he could knock back a few drinks. No one suspected the wealthy socialite to be the way he is, though it probably wouldn't be surprise. Tonight he sat at a table by himself, being able to keep a good eye on the club from his seat to make sure his workers were in line. He took a sip from his glass, the ice clinking as he drunk in the liquor. He didn't cough or sputter at the fiery liquid, but he guessed that was one of the perks of being an notorious drinker.

Caillen leaned back casually, his fingers linked together behind his head. He wore a nice, white dress shirt that was rolled up to the elbows and had a few buttons opened at the chest, black designer jeans, black dress shoes, a simple black belt, and a expensive watch. His dress shirt was untucked. He looked out at the crowd lazily, seeing no one particularly interesting. He wondered what he would possibly do with himself once his party habits started to become a bore (thinking that he'd probably get drunk by himself if that happened) and glanced over at the main entrance as the bouncers let more party-goers in. He raised a eyebrow, quite interested in what he saw.

Caillen rose from his seat, leaving behind his glass unguarded, and sashayed his way to the bar. There, probably the most appealing girl he'd seen that night was seated. She didn't look like a usual, though he'd definitely seen her around before. For someone who was mostly drunk- tipsy at the least- he had a pretty damn good memory. Its how he kept tabs on his costumers and made sure his business wasn't failing. He waved at the bartender to get his attention "Rum and coke please" he said, handing over the money owed before he sat beside the girl. He glanced over at her before asking "You got the right place, darling?" a flirty, half smile spread formed on his lips "You don't look like the normal lot" he said, speaking honestly but with a flirty, cocky tone. Everyone else in the club were sort of, well, whore-ish, for lack of better words.

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[Ellavay Renier Jones]

The smell of cheap perfume, cologne, and liquor wafted through the air as Ellavay stepped into the club. Dim lighting greeting her, as well as pounding music. She easily looked 21 or older, and had a fake I.D. to boot. Lucky for her, she knew people - clever people.

She made her way through the crowd of dancers, where women were grinding against their boyfriends, or total strangers. A couple of people were already drunk off their asses and laughed uncontrollably in one corner of the room. A man caught her eye. He was moving through the crowd, hitting on any slutty-dressed females he could find. Ellavay rolled her eyes in disgust and turned towards the bar, where her favorite bartender smiled at her. "Jimmy!" She said, in a way it sounded like she was ready to get her party on. "What'll it be, Ella?" The man asked with a wink. El slid him a tip. "Belvedere vodka. Straight." She said with a charming smile. "No chaser?" He asked, though there was no surprise in his voice. El simply shook her head. "Be right back." Jimmy chimed.

El turned on her stool to watch the dancers move in time with the music, though their movements practically screamed that they were all whores, here to get some dick. Ella wrinkled her nose in disgust.

She wasn't sure how long she'd sat there, waiting for Jimmy to return. When she turned to look behind the bar, a man was looking at her, seating himself next to her as he asked for his drink, then turned to her and spoke. Jimmy came back, handing her a shot glass and a bottle of Belvedere. She poured herself a shot as the man asked her a question. She narrowed her blue-grey eyes at him, pouring herself another shot before answering. "Why wouldn't I have the right place?" She retorted with a snort. She downed another shot then looked back among the crow. "JIMMY!" She called. The bartender appeared, placing a few bottles of Rum under his counter for easy-grabs. "Sup, chicka?" He asked, smiling, before he glanced over to the man sitting next to El.

"In about fifteen minutes, pass me a coke." She said with a charming smile. "Will do." Jimmy said, them moved away to serve others who'd taken seats at the bar stools. El only paid Jimmy when she was getting ready to leave. She never really knew how much she planned on, or wanted to drink. The man spoke again, and El glared at him. "Listen... I don't like the rest, and I'm not like the rest. If you're hoping to get a piece of ass, you're out of luck." She said, taking yet another shot.

Though she was small, El could hold her alcohol. Her father had been more on the Irish side, and lucky for Ella, she'd taken after him. She could drink like a heavyweight, and that surprised most people.

Pouring herself another shot and throwing it back quickly, she glanced over to see the man still sitting there. She pushed the shot glass away to drink straight from the vodka bottle. She ignored the slight burn in her throat as the liquor slipped into her stomach. It was a feeling she was more or less use to, in all honesty, and she hadn't been drunk in a while.

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[Caillen Olivier Blackwood]

We were sitting with our backs against the wall
(saying things we thought we'd never hear)

Caillen raised an eyebrow and had a slightly smug look about him. Then again, one could feel pretty sure the look was permanent "I just said why, though I could get into detail all night of your appearance if you want me to" although his tone was still a bit like it was earlier , flirty and light, there was now a blunt undertone to rival her smart-ass one. Honest to god, Caillen Blackwood wasn't used to such immediate abrasiveness, but he didn't let it faze him. No, he still felt and looked like the casual, lazy way he did while still appearing smug. He was a stubborn little shit, to say the least, but he wasn't exactly sure if a hook-up was what he was looking for tonight. Honestly, her curt reply made him even more bound to stick around, much like an annoying child or loyal puppy, though he liked to imagine he had a bit more sex appeal then a puppy.

Usually Caillen paid when he bought the drink first because he didn't have to worry about money (hell, he was making it as they spoke) and that was just him being typically careless. He sat with his chin rested in his hand, trying not to smile as she pointedly ignored him for the bartender. If he was sober he may or may not have found this a tad bit more frustrating, but it had more to do with the fact he'd decided he indeed wasn't looking for a hook up. He thought he'd stick around for his own entertainment, like the brat he was. If it was any constellation, he really did find whats-her-name far more interesting then the rest of the scantily clad woman so far, even if she'd only uttered a sentence to him. Obviously he wasn't confronted with to many girls with spunk, though he could tell he liked it.

He chuckled at her bluntness. "seems like a waste to go to a place so crowded and not like anyone. Why not stay home and get drunk?" he asked, not really expecting an answer. He played with the rim of his glass "Besides, what makes you think I 'want ass'? I'm offended" he put his hand to his heart like it ached, though he still had that anything-but serious look in his eye. Caillen took a sip of his drink, wanting a slow burn for the night. He would drink from the time he woke to the time he went to bed, but not because he was just a party animal. He'd started drinking to cope with the memories and depression past events in his life brought on, and was quite addicted to self medicating. He knew deep down something was wrong with him, and drinking and smoking wasn't the option, but he'd just shrug and say that he was perfectly fine to anyone who asked.

Caillen blinked as she took a swig straight from the bottle, immediately deciding that he may play a small part in the rash drinking style, but not really caring either way. "Woah, little tiger, take your time" he said, using the nickname because he wanted to tease her...and it was sort of suiting. He just realized how tiny she was. Oh, and tiger suited her to, though he didn't speculate on the name for long. His mind clearly had a habit of wandering, though he was focused on the girl at the moment. His posture wasn't coming off as outright flirty, more relaxed and casual if anything (which was probably annoying in itself) though he'd probably being flirting a lot, just to humor himself. "Im Caillen, by the way"


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[Ellavay Renier Jones]

Ellavay shrugged. Admittedly, she liked having the attention of guys, and often times played hard to get with them. Other times, she just downright didn't give two shits about any interest they took in her, especially when it came to guys from bars. She'd had her experience on those kind of men, and it was not fun. They ranged from obsessive to abusive. It was pathetic really, and this man? Well, here he was, sitting at a bar with her, and she knew absolutely nothing about him. Not even his name, though she was sure she'd seen him around before.

She took another swig from the bottle and couldn't help but laughing after she swallowed. "Do I look that old?" She asked, still laughing as she drew the bottle to her lips again. Her blue-grey eyes now took on an amused look. Most people did mistake her for being older than she really was, though she was barely eighteen. She'd only turned eighteen a few months back, and booked it out of her house with her parents. "The people around here know me better than that. They know my real age because when I first moved here, I didn't bother with drinking. Since people here are more on the friendly side than most, I gained friends that way. Because of this, I can't go anywhere to buy alcohol. They all know I'm not twenty-one. We're not in Texas where a sixteen year old can buy tobacco products, and a seventeen year old can walk into a liquor store and buy as much as they want." She said with a shrug.

She then took into regarded his question that had followed the previous one she'd just answered. "You're a man, at a bar, drinking rum and coke. Is it just me, or do ninety-nine percent of men come here just to laid?" She asked, a bitter edge to her tone now. She took another huge drink from the bottle and then moved it in a circle in her palm. The bottle was still half-full. A secret to Ellavay's high alcohol tolerance was that she drank slowly, which meant, it took longer for the liquor to set in. Her body could deal with it little by little. When people knocked it back quickly, their body had to take it all at once, thus causing the feeling of being drunk to come on quicker. She took another sip, only to have what sounded like disagreement from the man.

"Why should I? Plus, I'm not even drinking that fast." She said, holding up the bottle as proof. As a heavy bass song began to vibrate the floors, El knew she would end up having to yell over the noise. She sighed and knocked back more of the vodka before something cold touched her arm. She looked back to see Jimmy holding a coke against her bare skin. "Thanks!" She yelled over the noise. He saluted her. She put the coke to the side and took two huge gulps from the vodka bottle before the man next to her said something. He had introduced himself.

Ellavay eyed him suspiciously, as if she'd swore she'd watched him rob a bank before she spoke loudly over the music. "Ellavay." She said. She spoke slowly, as if he were a gifted child and would never learn to pronounce it. She then narrowed her eyes at him. Why in the hell did she just tell him her name?

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[Caillen Olivier Blackwood]

We were sitting with our backs against the wall
(saying things we thought we'd never hear)

Caillen honestly wasn't as much of a "player" as people thought him to be. Those were mostly rumors started by the snobby rich folk he had to associate with. There were plenty of girls who knew this and would approach him thinking it would be an easy catch, and he would flirt with them for a bit, but never let things go to far. He'd reject them, and they would walk away begrudgingly. He wasn't a big fan of snobby rich girls who fed off of daddies money, anyway. However, just becuase he wasn't exactly what people let on, didn't mean he was totally innocent, either. Where he grew up, you just couldn't flirt with a few cute girls and not except his phone blown up the following morning with people asking about threesomes and scandal. It seemed like the only exercise the wealthy of Seattle indulged in was running their mouths.

Caillen snorted "I sure hope your not only sixteen. In that case, this whole conversation just got really creepy" he said bluntly. He doubted she was that young, but hadn't really thought she was all that old. He was most likely older then her, though that wouldn't be entirely shocking in a club like this. When he first started the drug dealing business, he'd tried not selling to minors (he does have a heart, after all, even if its usually drunk), but gave up shorty after trying to enforce that rule. There were just to many teenagers mixed in with the crowd for him to decipher who was adult or not, and he honesty didn't have the time or patience to try. Caillen rose an eyebrow at her next comment."Oh! So this isn't Texas. Guess I do have to get a permit for the shotgun, then." Caillen said, not being able to hold back the joke. He said it light, though he could have easily made it harsh and abrasive if he'd wanted to.

Caillen chuckled. Honestly, he had two main reasons for spending so much time at one of Seattles most notorious club, 1) his occupation maintained the easiest, most efficient business here, and 2) his could invest in his beloved drink while working. He liked to think that made his job kickass, though when he was more sober he'd usually come to the conclusion that his job was horrible and he was a horrible person because of it. He sure as hell wasn't about to tell Ellavay any of that, however. Instead he just sipped his drink and shrugged "Is it so impossible for a drunkard like me to want a chat?". In any case, her observation was true, and he could see why she'd assume he'd approached her mainly to get laid. He just didn't care.

Caillens alcohol tolerance mainly came from lots of excessive drinking. He'd once called an alcohol addiction hot line to see what it had to offer, but ended up jokingly flirted with the lady on the other end and hung up. Obviously, the guy didn't handle boredom well. And he'd done it while drunk. He finished off the rest of his drink, deciding he'd let it sink in before he ordered another. He flashed her a smile, this time showing some of his white, surprisingly well kept teeth (considering he was also a smoker). "You sure ask a lot of questions, little tiger." He noticed now how she looked at him suspiciously, and winked at her in return, totally ignoring the seriousness that the look held, as if she was contemplating giving a name back. He found it cute, in a twisted way. "So little tiger does have a name. Hmmm, Ellavay...yup. I like little tiger better"

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[Ellavay Renier Jones]

Ella seemed to glare at him now. He was becoming a bit irritating, and her low patience for people didn't help that at all. She shrugged and took the last swig of vodka before popping the top on her coke. The sound it made was sent a rush of chills over her body and tiny specks of fizz splashed onto her bare arms. "Not that young." She mumbled, rolling her blue-grey eyes. She already had her next drink in mind. A bottle of Jack Daniels, which was probably her favorite liquor ever.

When Caillen made a joke about Texas, Ellavay scowled at him, not enjoying his sense of humor for two reasons. One; She had been raised in Texas. Two; She didn't quite get the joke at all. It seemed like a stupid child's joke to her, and she'd rather not waste her time trying to comprehend it, really. The song changed again, to a slower, yet still up-beat tempo. What sounded like a black woman's voice boomed from the speakers, the recording a bit too hip-hop for El's taste. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and more drunken idiots poured onto the floor, and began grinding against their dance partners. She shook her head. Sure, she'd dance soon, but she always made sure she had her space. She hated being crowded, and the thing the hated more than that was looking like a whore by grinding on random guys and other girls.

Most of the woman were grinding against each other, trying to make their dance moves look seductive and sexy. Instead, it looked trashy and over-done. Almost like they were trying too hard to impress the strange men that eye-balled them like eye-candy from across the room. In all honesty, they were trying too hard, and it simply disgusted the eighteen-year old. When Caillen spoke again, she whipped her head to the left to look in his direction. He was sitting quite casually beside her, and that irked her. "Depends." Ellavay hissed with a shrug of her shoulders.

When the man spoke again, she sighed in annoyance. She took a gulp of her coke and slammed it onto the bar in irritation. "Well, don't call me that. There are two things wrong with it. One, I hate pet names. Especially when I don't know who the hell you are. Two, I'm obviously a human; not a tiger." She said, her smart-assed voice leaking through her calm facade.

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[Caillen Olivier Blackwood]

We were sitting with our backs against the wall
(saying things we thought we'd never hear)

Caillen realized about now that he was probably really irking Ellavay. Her scowl was anything but amused, and he had to be honest with himself; although teasing her was fun, her irritation was contagious, and that wasn't any fun! Caillen ordered another drink- from a different bartender then the one she seemed to favor- and welcomed the fiery poison. It numbed him a little bit more, though not making him anymore significantly drunk. He wasn't even sure if he could safely say he was drunk, since he was in this state so often. It just seemed to natural, to expected. It didn't really slow him down either, just snatched away some of his impulse control and train of thought. His eyes wandered to the crowd, seeing if any drug-related fights or situations as such had broken lose. All appeared normal (as normal as it could be, anyway) and he returned his attention back his drink.

She scowled at his joke, and he made a dismissive hand wave at his own stupidity. He wondered if she wore that scowl all the time, but the answer was obvious. She hadn't come here to get harassed by an annoying, pestering full-grown guy. Honestly, if he could leave, he would have done it hours ago, but this was probably the most interesting conversation he'd partaken in all night. He contemplated getting one of his men to run the business for the rest of the night, but immediately wrote off that idea. His men were more idiotic then he, and they were bound to take a bit of his merchandise for themselves. Nope, he was stuck here until about another hour. Damn responsibility, even if he was doing nothing all that responsible.

Caillen could tell that, despite the casual shrug she gave, that Ellavay was becoming immensely irritated. He knew this was about the time most men gave up in pursuit of someone else to flirt with, and although Caillen's patience was very shallow, he just wasn't quite like the other men scattered around the bar. Granted, they were all annoying in their own, special little ways, but his past was quite...eventful, and he was possibly more unpredictable. He had, after all, come over here to flirt, but ended up getting involved in a game of "who can annoy each other the most". It was childlike, he realized, but wasn't about ready to give in. He was quite stubborn, unfortunately for Ellavay.

Caillen sighed, moving his glass back and forth between his hands. "I already told you; I'm Caillen." he said, as if he were speaking to a child "Well, you see, that's the point of nicknames. They're not always entirely accurate. I meant it by your attitude" he then smiled, except this time it didn't hold any smugness or had any seduction in it. It was a genuine grin. "Why don't you give it a shot? Go ahead. Give me the most suiting nickname you can think of". He had a feeling, if she did respond, it wasn't going to be a pretty name. He was looking forward to it.

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[Ellavay Renier Jones]

Now Ellavay gritted her teeth in frustration. She hated being spoken to as if she were a child. True, she was only eighteen, but what difference did that make? By legal standards, she was a full-grown woman. She pressed her hands together, aligning her fingers and pushed from both hands so a series of cracks erupted from her dainty hands. She then flexed her fingers and tightened her jaw. To most people, it seemed like she was going to hit someone, but she cracked her knuckles quite often. It was habit, even if a bad one later on when arthritis began to develop her joints. She now locked her eyes on his and glared at him. Her eyes were almost piercing. Most people cringed, though she doubted her would.

"So what? You're name is Caillen. Big deal. That doesn't mean I know a damn thing about you." She spat. "Plus, if I were going to judge you by anything, I'd say your a drunken bastard and leave it at that." She said with a nod as she eyed his second drink. She took another sip of her coke before Caillen then went on to explain the point of nicknames. She couldn't help but laughing then. Not a sarcastic laugh, but a genuine one.

Even she had to admit that it was true. She did have an attitude. Most of the time is was mean and snobbish. Other times it was conceited and playful. Then there were the rare times when it happy and joyful. Tonight, she wore her favorite attitude. Rude and arrogant. She looked back to the dance floor as the song changed to something along the rock genre. She smiled now, enjoying the sudden change in music. She preferred rock over the other crap they'd been playing all night anyway, so it actually felt nice to hear something familiar. However, she knew that it would change her mood. It always did. The truth was, hearing the pop, rap, and country that most of society preferred irked her to her bones. Made her angry. But, when she heard classical or rock music, she felt like herself. It put her in a better mood. She'd been that way all her life.

She turned back to Caillen as he spoke, and now, her face didn't seem to cold. "I'd rather not." She said simply. She no longer sat stiffly in her seat, but instead crossed her legs are her knees. She wiped at her capris to send a few ashes floating to the floor. The girl next to her was lighting another cigarette and El rolled her eyes.

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[Caillen Olivier Blackwood]

We were sitting with our backs against the wall
(saying things we thought we'd never hear)

Caillen tried to stifle a laugh as it appeared she may punch him. He didn't think the fact she may turn violent was funny- he didn't doubt she could cause damage if she wanted- no, he found it funny that he was just that irritating. He'd actually been in quite a few fights before, though he rarely ever got seriously injured. He could be persuasive, and preferred to keep off throwing punches if he could help it. A lover, not a fighter, as he liked to think, though he usually kept a small gun tucked away into the waistband of his jeans, considering his job was anything but safe. He never used it, however, and was thankful for that. He didn't even know if he could pull the trigger, if it came down to it, and hoped he'd never have to know. He didn't even have his gun on him tonight, so he really hoped chaos didn't erupt, or else he'd be screwed.

He smirked at his glass at her next smart ass response "You're not to far off point about me being a drunken bastard" he said it low enough that she may or may not have heard the comment, and for a split second an uncharacteristic expression of solemn seriousness flashed in his eyes. It only lasted a second, as he knocked back the rest of his drink. He then blinked over at Ellavay as she laughed, caught off guard by the fact it sounded like she actually found something he said amusing. He tilted his head admiringly a little at the sound, finding it as attractive as her snarkiness.

Caillen almost didn't catch why her mood seemed to suddenly change. The last thing he really came here for was the music, so he usually blocked it out. He did notice, however, how the music seemed to change from the overrated computer generated sounds to actual instruments, like guitar and drums. He thought to himself how the smile she gave herself was cute, and chuckled to himself "Well I'll be damned. If I'd know music was all it took to make you smile like that, I would have requested a whole list of songs"

Caillen gave a look as if he was disappointed about not receiving a nickname, though barely felt any disappointment. He didn't smile or point out her change in attitude, though he had noticed it with some surprise. He liked the change, though he liked her fiery attitude as well. He then gave a look of distaste as he noticed the girl beside Ellavay letting her cigarette ashes go anywhere. "How annoying" he murmured, referring to the girl lighting the cigarette (to be fair, he smoked quite a bit himself, but was usually more considerate of getting in peoples way) but chuckles and shook his head at the comment. Like he had room to talk- he'd been annoying the whole conversation.

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words: more!
outfit: expansive shit.

[Ellavay Renier Jones]

He murmured something uder his breath, but Ellavay paid it no mind. The only word she caught was drunken and even that didn't interest her in the slightest. Jimmy came around, passing her a Jack Daniel. She game him a thankful smile and he waved his hand as if it were no problem. Honestly, Jimmy knew Ella all too well. She'd bumped into him the first night she came to the club, and he'd undeniably flirted with her. A new face in town, who wouldn't? After a while, they'd taken on more of a brother-sisterly bond with one another. He saw here at the clubs enough to know exactly what she wanted after her first drink, which usually varied depending upon the events of the day. The worse the day was, the stronger the liquor, the better, the lighter.

Today had been unreasonably harsh. First, bumping into a group of snarky kids who'd decided they wanted to pick a fight, then having Jimmy bail her out of jail for putting one of the kids in the hospital with a broken nose. Soon after, she came home to find her favorite cat lying dead on the porch, and her house was a total wreck thanks to Sylvester, her border collie puppy. She sighed. No. The day had been quite eventful, even if they weren't the events she'd wanted in the first place. She sighed against and pushed aside her half empty coke to open the bottle of Jack Daniels and take a long drink of the cold liquid. She winced as the liquor stung the back of her throat.

When Callien spoke to the point where she could hear him - finally - she turned her attention to him. She couldn't stop the smirk that crossed her pink lips. "The other shit tends to give me a headache. I'm only here for the drinks." She said, holding up her bottle, before taking another huge drink of it. She sighed again and looked out at the floor. Many of the people had retreated to the bars and others were chatting animatedly at the many tables around the dance floor. Only a few people were still on the dance floor. Typical.

Callien said something else, but Ella did not acknowledge him. Instead, her attention had turned to the woman who flicked more cigarette ashes onto El's lap. Her teen's glare turned to the woman, and her eyes looked as cold as ice. "Hey! Could you fucking stop that?!" Ellavay snapped. Many heads turned to look at her, and the woman eyed her carefully before standing and moving a couple stools down to flirt with a man she probably didn't know. She wiped the ashes from her lap and cursed under her breath. "Damn idiot." She growled.

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