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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #d3d1d1; background:url(http://i53.tinypic.com/sutzmh.jpg); width: 330px; height: 400px; -moz-border-radius: 2em; border-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-radius: 2em; border: #d3d1d1 3px solid;] tagged: OPEN! l words: 566 notes:: anyone? l outfit:: here NOW I'M HANGING YOU OUT TO DRY Though Hayden, her cousin, wasn't working at the country club quite as often anymore, June made a point to visit the neighborhood after work at least once a week. Visiting Kellan, one of the funnier waiters there, was a priority of hers. Juniper rarely made friends who wanted to put up with her, but she didn't exactly give a damn. She just wanted somewhere comfortable where she could spend the end of her day, and Kellan happened to be the kind of person who would listen to her groaning and griping. When she had a long day at work, she plopped herself down at the bar and talked to the bartender until Kellan could get off of his shift and discuss life with her. She didn't give away much about herself, but the moments when she did were the ones that made her worth fighting for. Tonight, however, Kellan was nowhere to be found and she was alone at the bar. She was seated indoors with her back to the bar at first. She scoped out an interesting crowd or someone whom she was familiar with, but she was out of luck. Los Angeles had been quite an interesting home for her in the past few years, which was accredited to her inability to finish her accounting degree at UCLA, lack of tact during her first internship, and her failed engagement. In fact, she had no idea why she wasn't leaving town after all that had occurred. Two years passed quickly, though, and she was still Miss Independent June. They might as well call her Miss June alone; she wasn't a Misses like most of her old friends from the military base where she grew up. The few friends she made in college were almost all settled down; June felt jealous of this, but she knew that it wasn't the life that was made for her. She didn't think she could put up with someone for that long, much less for fifty years. It seemed insane that some people could create relationships that lasted as long as a lifetime. Such a bond had never occurred in her life. June had boyfriends at one point; she had been in love. Since Dylan, it seemed like relationships were unrealistic. Foolish. "Pretty lady, that gentleman just ordered you a drink." The bartender set a margarita in front of her eyes. She followed his nod and laid her eyes on an older man who held his drink up to her. She smiled almost snidely as she returned the gesture. She took a sip of it and let the alcohol burn her empty stomach. She wasn't lonely, but she felt like being alone at the bar for the time being. It didn't take long for her drinks to stack up there; she had to take a taxi home anyway, and she knew how to take care of herself when intoxicated. She kept her elbows on the bar as she swirled the straw in front of her eyes. After knocking out the first drink, she leaned toward the body of the person directly beside her -- the person who was about two feet away from her elbow. "When is the live music supposed to start? It sounds like a night club in here," she remarked as she kept her eyes glued on the glass in front of her. credit to hay shay ! at caution 2.0

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[Jedidiah Mechad Cayhill, Jr.]

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[STYLE=width: 280px; height: 400px; background-color: #ffffff; height: 200px; overflow: auto; font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #000000; text-align:justify; padding: 2px;]The day had been a busy one for Jedidiah and that’s how he liked it. He’d been up recording in the studio until about four in the morning, helping produce and album for a new artist that had recently been signed to his label. The kid had a lot of talent and a hunger for the industry that was contagious. He was excited to see what time and hard work would bring. After his studio session, Jedidiah went to his LA home to get some shut eye before his meeting with some label executives. That meeting took longer than he intended, but he sat through it anyway, watching the minutes tick by. They’d discussed marketing, contracts, financing. It was agonizing but it had to be done if his new record label was to be a success. Still, his own music wasn’t a priority right now. He was thoroughly enjoying exploring other avenues, other career paths. He was taking a page out of Justin Timberlake’s book. And so, after his meeting with the record execs, he went to the offices for his new film role to do some script reading with the rest of the cast. He was tired, but he was having fun.

Jedidiah’s last obligation for the day was yet another meeting, but this one he was actually looking forward to. In an effort to promote the new label and do some good in the world, Jedidiah was meeting with the PR team from a local Los Angeles children’s hospital. Together, they’d be putting together a New Year’s Eve charity ball. He was really excited about being able to give back while shedding some light on his new projects. Not to mention, he loved a good party. It was killing three birds with one stone. The team had narrowed down the location for the event to a few venues, one of which was the prestigious Los Angeles Country Club. They’d toured the venue and discussed menus and décor options. Truthfully, JJ didn’t need to be there for any of that. He trusted the staff on both sides to get the work down and to put the even together flawlessly, but Jed liked to be hands on in everything that had his name attached to it.

Once the meeting was over, Jed decided to stay behind and have a few drinks at the bar. He’d been running around all day and decided that he just wanted to relax and wind down. The country club was a place for its wealthy members and their high rolling special guests. He didn’t have to worry about security here. He took his leather jacket off and hung it on the back of his chair before taking his place at the bar. The bartenders knew that he was Mechad, international hip-hop sensation, but it was their job to remain poised and professional. And he greatly appreciated that. It was nice to be able to get away and be a regular person. He’d been on a roller coaster ride these last few months, with struggling to find his place in the acting world again and letting someone back into his life that only used him and walked out on him. Jed’s trust issues stemmed from the fact that he was much too trusting. This wasn’t the first time he was taken advantage of, but Jedidiah wanted it to be the last.

He ordered a glass of rosé, his drink of choice, with big smile. It didn’t matter that it wasn’t a manly beer or shot of whiskey. His masculinity wasn’t defined by the drinks that he ordered. He stayed quiet and people watched, one of his favorite hobbies on the rare occasion that he was able sit alone without any distractions. He’d only been sitting for a few minutes when the person next to him began to speak. He’d noticed when she’d accepted the cliché gesture from the ‘gentleman across’ the bar. It seemed she remained unfazed, which he found intriguing. “I hope you don’t expect me to get up there an perform,” he said with a genuine grin. So much for laying under the radar…though he was unsure if her comment was a coincidence or because she’d recognized him. “Tonight’s my night off.”[/style]
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