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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2014 19:28:57 GMT -6
Mason was out driving on his motorcycle , he had just been doing some training in his house and figured it'd be time for a drink. So he was heading for the bar. He wanted to go and bust some gangs but figured he shouldn't make too much noise before officially meeting with his family again. He'd hate to meet with them on duty and having to explain everything to them so he took a day off which was rare for him. He was wearing a black leather jacket with a black t-shirt and jeans with boots under them. A typical bar attire for Mason , nothing too flashy. He manouvred his motorcycle between some cars and drove into the part of town where one of his favorite bars was. He stopped his motorcycle when he reached the bar he was looking for and parked it in front. He stopped to while walking by a car to check if his hair was still intact as he hated it when his hair got messy , part of the reason he didn't wear helmets.
A couple of minutes later Mason was sitting on a bar stool looking at his already empty glass. It was probably the first of many for the night for him unless something interesting happened. Lately he had been drinking alot but he didn't seem to care too much. It had been like this for a while now mainly because of self pity. He knew it was kind of pathetic but hey he had to cope with some things one way or another. He looked up at the bartender and raised a finger. "Another please." The bartender did as he asked and filled his glass with his drink. Mason said nothing as he stared at his drink , he took a sip before putting it down again. He was thinking about how and when he was going to meet his family, he had been in Gotham for a couple of days but just did not know how they would take it. Everyone practically thought he was dead , he couldn't imagine how they would feel about him not letting them know anything. Especially her.. He snapped out of his dream world and looked around a bit , mostly men were in the bar. None looked real shady but looks can be decieving. Mason was an example of that.
He looked besides him and saw a 60 something old man having a beer. The man was staring at nothing in particular much like how Mason sat. He turned towards the man and spoke. "So, having some problems that you're trying to drink away old man?" Mason said with his trademark smirk on his face. The man looked at him and mumbled some things Mason couldn't really understand but his body language said something in the line of "Go to hell". Mason raised his beverage in a toast with his smirk still on his face and poured the rest of it down his throat. He 'not so gently' placed the glass back on the bar and pointed to it again. "You know the drill." The bartender filled it up again and shoved it to Mason again.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2014 20:36:46 GMT -6
Give up, we needed the c o m p a n y Let's drink to your health Cheers suddenly erupted from a corner of the bar. At a small table was almost completely surrounded by a group of patrons. Sitting at the table was a young, black haired woman, with quite the intense green eyes. Across from her sat a man who was clearly in his thirties. How far into it his thirties he actually was, was another matter. Not that Tessa much cared at the moment. Her only goal was the win that fifty dollars off him. He’d just finished his four shots, slamming the next one, upside down on the table. They’d already gone from one, to two, and now he’d upped it to three. A waitress appeared next to the blank haired beauty, dropping off five shots. The crowd hushed. One by one they disappeared. The man across from her smiled, shook his head, and handed over the money before stumbling off, half supported by his friends. Tessa accepted the congratulations from the other patrons as she steadily made her way to the bar. Most of her straight line walking was military ingrained, and because those last five shots hadn't hit her yet. She leaned against the dark wood of the, letting her fingers completely take in the texture of the hard grain oak that had been rubbed smith by the many hands before hers. As she patiently waited to be served by leaning on the bar top with her arms crossed, she scanned the joint. Her green eyes flashed to gold for a moment or two as she peered into the more distant areas of the bar. Unseen by any, clear pixie wings, all but invisible, especially in this light, lay flat on her back. Most people would have been too drunk to notice the change in her eye color, not to mention the weird disassociated shadow that seemed to appear and then disappear behind her, once when she activated her sight, and against when she deactivated it. As the bartender made her drink, her eyes fell on a man talking to an older man, well talking at an older man. She took her drink, eyes still fixed on the man with blue eyes so light they were almost silver in shade. She walked around the other side of the bar before sliding up to the blue eyed man, a smirk on her face. As she slide over, Tessa bumped into him a little. At the same time, she also hooked a stool with her foot, pulling it to her and sitting on it. ”He doesn’t talk much, but so far as I’ve been here, he’s here every night,” Tessa said, her smirk turning into a grin. Those last five drinks were kicking in, sadly there was nothing she could do to stop it. In her hand was something that smelled a bit like a pina colada. | | |
NOTES: ...Hope that all works for ya |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2014 15:35:40 GMT -6
As he was sitting at the bar enjoying another glass of alcohol Mason heard several cheers coming from a table , he turned his head a bit to see a group of men standing and watching what appeared to be a drinking match. Strange thing about this one was that one of the contestants was a woman and she was actually winning too. As he saw her gulp down drink after drink Mason couldn't help but notice that this woman was actually very attractive. Better looking than most women who were at the bar at least. He turned his head around and was contemplating wether or not he should go talk to the girl, he was kind of comfortable on his seat though and decided to stay on his seat for now. He took a small sip of his glass and put it down again. His mind was certainly absent as he daydreamed with his head resting on his hand which in turn was resting on the bar. He awoke from his daydream when he noticed the woman he saw mere moments ago was making her way towards him and judging from the way she slid into him with a smile on his face this woman was definately tipsy to say the least. Mason liked that since people were a lot more open if they had drank a sip or two. He carefully observed the woman from up close as she spoke to him about the old man who apperantly rarely spoke. He noticed her bright green eyes , they were interesting to say the least. He smiled back at the woman and leaned forward slightly. "You know I kind of got that vibe from him but I'd really like to talk with someone so you came in like the chavalry"He spoke with his mouth curved into his well known smirk. He was kind of happy this woman came to sit next to him since he could need a bit of socializing. Other than most of his family members , Mason wasn't really a loner and sometimes enjoyed even the unnecessary chit-chat. He would probably enjoy a conversation with this particular woman too. He checked his watch to see what time it was, it was still early the night was young so he would have enough time to enjoy himself.
He was hoping to get to know a bit more about her just in case. Though it wouldn't be too hard for her to know about him since he was practically a prince of Gotham , almost everybody in Gotham knew of Mason Wayne who had mysteriously disappeared 8 years ago. But Mason had no qualms about revealing himself since he was planning to meet with his family soon and he had the faint idea that someone of the Bats knew he was back, it wasn't easy sneaking around Gotham without a bat knowing it. But that is a different matter , what Mason had to do was to make sure she wasn't a spy so he decided it would be smart to crack the ice with a 'joke'.
"You know , I'm really hoping you're not crazy since this town has a lot of crazy people running around. Can you promise me that you're not crazy?"
Mason said with a smile and his blue eyes fixated on the woman, he tried to do his best puppy eyes look and grinned slightly. But part of it was true though, Gotham was filled with bad guys and it would be kind of though to not run into one even as a civillian. He made a mental note to do a background check on her , thoroughly. Mason reached his hand out in a hand shake like manner in an attempt to introduce himself.
"I'm Mason , Mason Wayne and you are?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2014 13:42:36 GMT -6
Give up, we needed the c o m p a n y Let's drink to your health Cavalry? The mere thought almost made Tessa snort out some of her drink out of her mouth. Of course, her next thought and the ones after put a real damper on what had been her high spirits. "I ain't no cavalry. Never was," she mumbled, finishing the last half of the fruity drink in one go. Her eyes met with the man behind the bar. She gave him a look and a nod, and he gave her a nod and a low ball of Jack Daniels on the rocks. Normally she’d sarcastically thank the man for such a good time and leave, but the entire goal of leaving the house, well hotel, tonight was to get happy drunk. Maybe bring some lucky fellow back with her and not be alone for once. She took a small sip of her drink. She turned back to Mason as he introduced himself. She forced a smile on her face, waiting for a moment for it to become more real. It did become real, because of endorphins smiling releases, even when it starts out fake. ”I know who you are, Mr Wayne,” she said, her smile a complete 180 from only moments ago, and much more like how she had been when she had first come over to sit next to him. It wasn’t hard to slip back into the mindless drunkenness considering how much she’d already had to drink. ”What isn’t known,” she said with a knowing smirk. ”Is who I am.” She cut the last word off short. Okay, so somehow, that sentence made so much more sense in her head. ”I meant, you don’t know who I am...right?” At that moment, half her brain was reminding her that no one had a reason to know her. The other half was being pouty about that very fact. But why should anyone know her. If anyone should be known, it should be those who had died, her men who had died. No, not tonight, for once, just enjoy the moment. | | |
NOTES: So I'm just winging it and it's like all over the board with her up and downess haha |
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