hands up if you're down to get down tonight

[miranda]

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[teddy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 440px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] used to tell me sky's the limit now the sky's our point of view Tag: MIRANDA G./ ANNA ! The Words: 1000+ The Outfit: HERE The Notes ooo. words. & HAI! ”To my scoring the Scorsese!” The area was packed, but Teddy had no trouble hearing the cheerful woman as he sat at the bar with his second drink. He wasn’t looking to get drunk or even pick up a chick tonight to take home. He devoted his weekends to his daughter because that was the only time during the week he saw her. Teddy's intentions tonight were to catch up with a buddy or two because heading off to meet Suzie, his two-year-old daughter who was with her mother right now. He had spent the day with her and sadly had to let her go because there was some dinner thing Suzie’s mother had and she didn’t want to leave without Suzie. Times like these, Teddy tried insisting Suzie spend more time with him, but the mother was stubborn. As civil as Teddy was with the mother of his child, they barely ever met in the middle with any decision. After a few arguments—not bad ones—they both agreed he could stop by before her bedtime to pick her up for the rest of the weekend. For now, however, he was going to sit here and enjoy his drink. Unlike the creep at the booth who chased the pretty girl to the bar, Teddy was a little more subtle. His eyes scanned her body for no longer than two seconds before he looked away back at the busy bartender, continuing his conversation he was having with the guy. ”You don’t listen do yer?” The phrase was a little too famous to be taken seriously, so he figured the girl was just playing hard to get with the guy who was flirting with her. Teddy paid no attention at first until she followed her question with a “I’m not interested.” Now, that was a little extreme for a girl unless she really didn’t want the attention the man was giving her. If it was Teddy, he would have gotten the hint way sooner. Then again, he would never tower a girl the way that man was doing if she already told him to leave him alone. Teddy’s eyes didn’t leave the interaction between the girl and the man who seemed just a little older than herself. ”Do you mind?!” Teddy was now straightened up in his barstool. Before the man who was yelled and slapped at could take another step—and it seemed like he was about to towards the annoyed girl—Teddy sprung into action. It wasn’t unusual for him to do so and it wasn’t just his protective side that made him this way. Teddy had been working as a security guard for quite some time and even after that, he got into something similar: being a personal bodyguard. It was as if it was instinct now to just secure anything or anyone in danger and the annoyed cutie? Yeah, she was in danger. The creep was a big guy and even though there were loads of…witnesses here, you never know what drunk idiots are capable of. He probably would blame himself if he didn't look out for her, considering he definitely could have stopped this. And he was about to do that now. He rested his hand on the guy’s shoulder in as friendly a manner as he could manage. ”C’mon, man. You heard the lady, just back off.” Teddy’s interjection was greatly unappreciated by the guy and he made it clear by turning away from the girl to face Teddy, his chest out and chin up as if he were trying to intimidate Teddy, who was unfazed. He had dealt with people who not only acted as if they were even tougher than they looked, but actually were. ”What are you gonna do, huh?” The man stepped close enough before he spoke and if it wasn’t the intimidation that made Teddy step back, it was definitely the breath. Unwilling to start up a fight, Teddy raised his hands defeated. "Easy, now. It would be smart to walk away now." Teddy was shoved and the crowd cleared up very slowly from the area that was behind him. ”You wanna start something, then let’s go.” Go? Oh gawd, he didn’t want to go anywhere. Well, maybe he did. To Suzie. ”Watch it, buddy.” Teddy warned as kindly as he could. ”Or what?” Another shove. Was this how stupid Teddy looked when he got into bar fights when completely drunk? He’d done it many times before; he just didn’t expect to be in one while he was still sober. This idiot in front of him could barely keep himself in a straightened stance and all it would take is a punch for Teddy to take him down. ”Alright! Not in my lounge! Either cut it out or take it outside!” Teddy was ready to just walk away and it seemed that the other guy was about to back off as well until all of a sudden, his fist met Teddy’s face. Before Teddy could give himself time to cool off and just let it go, his anger sprung up from within as every blood in his body shot straight up towards his fist, allowing it to shoot outward and swing straight at the guy’s face. Teddy watched as the impact from the punch made the creep stumble back onto a couple empty bar stools, knocking them over as he fell on them, quite a few gasps drowning out the music in the background. Rolling his eyes, Teddy stepped over him and leaned over the bar to tip the bartender—extra out of apologies with a smile on his face, despite the little drop of blood from his nose. ”You keep this up, I’m gonna have to kick you out of here for good.” Teddy chuckled, already forgetting why—or for who—he fought this for this time. Sadly the cutie with the hot body was forgotten. It wasn’t anything unusual that he would forget the reason for his fight because by the end, it never really mattered. He won a fight without even trying; that's satisfaction enough for a night out. ”Thanks….and sorry.” Teddy said as he took a napkin from the bartender and wiped his face clean. He looked across the bar at the mirror, making sure his face was clean before he threw the dirty napkin across the counter and into the trashcan. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[miranda]

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[teddy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 440px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] used to tell me sky's the limit now the sky's our point of view Tag: MIRANDA G./ ANNA ! The Words: idk The Outfit: HERE The Notes SOGOODyou?! Teddy took no notice of the crowd’s encouragement to fight because as much as he loved doing so, he was just in that mood to walk away. He wasn’t exactly sober, but definitely not drunk enough to want to start something with the guy, especially not for a reason that he didn’t even remember by the time he decided to fight back. He would’ve at least liked a good enough opponent because this was lame. The fight ended with just one blow from Teddy and the “sleaze” was actually a little bigger than Teddy. Sadly, the bigness was fat, not muscle. Teddy remained in shape throughout the years mainly because his job and personality demanded it. It was mostly his personality. Walking away wasn’t in his blood. It never had been. Even when he was in an amazing mood, ready to see the most beautiful girl on the planet and take her home so that he could spend the rest of the weekend with her. It wasn’t that he was in a bad mood, though. He was smiling, even after the fight. It was just in his system to start a fight no matter what. Before another word between Teddy and the bartender could be exchanged, he heard a familiar voice behind him and he turned around. She was thanking him. It was after her gratitude that he realized why he had punched the drunken idiot in the first place. Teddy grinned; proud of himself for doing what he did even though the pretty young woman wasn’t the reason he did it. On any other night if he had protected a woman’s dignity, Teddy would be taking advantage of her appreciation. In fact, he would flirt his way until the night ended with him in her pants, but these weren’t his intensions tonight. Even if his intensions did change, he highly doubted his opinion of her would. This girl seemed to have dealt with enough tonight and she surely didn’t need anyone like Teddy to continue an attempt to get with her. But of course, a number or something would be nice. ”Oh,” He gave her a look as if to say it was nothing as he waved a hand in front of his face. ”Nahh, I can just rub some dirt on it, I’m alright.” Teddy joked. He realized after he had spoken that it sounded like he was rejecting her kind offer. He’s just never had a woman offer to buy him a drink. ”But how about I buy you one to drown out your annoyance?” It was certainly a cliché method to pick up a girl: save her from another creep. He wondered if it worked like a charm every time… you know, for the future. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[miranda]

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[teddy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 440px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] used to tell me sky's the limit now the sky's our point of view Tag: MIRANDA G./ ANNA ! The Words: idk manThe Outfit: HERE The Notes ooo. words. & HAI! Hehe, I actually do know what you mean, thank you Miss Subtle. I can honestly say Teddy here is no different when it comes to handling anger because he manages it in only a physical way, which is the only way he knows how. It always had been. No, he didn’t like seeing other people get hurt, but he would much rather it be someone else rather him. Okay, fine, so he did enjoy it. He enjoyed the feeling of a punch being thrown his way only because he knew he could throw one that was even stronger, faster and much more painful. It shouldn’t be too surprising that the pride from winning that fight had him forgetting all about the moment just before he fight started up. It seemed unimportant now when he checked out this girl and then stepped in to protect her from the idiot who was probably going to start touching her without her permission. Not even a douche like Teddy had ever done that. He moved on only when the lady allowed it. His job was to make sure she did. Then again, with girls like this one, he didn’t stand a chance. First of all, she was already in a bad mood and secondly, she was way out of his league. Anyone who wasn’t blind could see that. Teddy wondered if maybe she would’ve liked it better if he didn’t turn down the offer to be bought drinks from her. He didn’t see it rude when he did because it was just weird to let a girl buy him a drunk. ”Well, it’d be rude to turn down a cute man’s offer. I’d love it.” It was also rude to turn down a cute girl’s offer. Crap. Well, at least she was nice enough to smile it off. He hadn’t upset her and that was good enough for him, even though he wasn’t urgently aiming for her affections. In the long run, they would come in handy. This was a cute girl. Clearly interested in him because only minutes ago, she said she wasn’t in the mood tonight and all of a sudden, she’s accepting an offer to be bought drinks and calling him cute. If the ‘sleaze’ was still here, this could be the perfect blow to his freakin’ face. Sadly, he had left already. ”I’ll have the same. Hold the “extra” olives.” He grinned, leaning against the bar as he looked at her…face. No, really, he was looking at her face. She was cute. He would like at least a number so that he could get in touch in the future because do note, he hadn’t forgotten about Suzie. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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