sitting at a bar,.

[rob]

After spending what felt like an eternity in Morocco filming scenes for an upcoming action movie, Rob was now back in his new home of Los Angeles. Which he didn't like calling home because this wasn't home to him. It was just a place he was residing in, he didn't feel at home here at all. But it was necessary, he had so much work going on the past couple of months that he couldn't be living in a hotel. It was easier to have a place to come back to in between filming. So he now owned two flats (or apartments as the Americans called them), one in LA and one back home in the northwest of England. Now he could finally settle in to his new apartment! He didn't get the chance to before leaving for filming. Which for now, at least on the Morocco side of things, was over with.

Having to act out getting shot was sort of surreal. He'd already been there and done that, with the scars to prove it. To everyone else it was part of the script but to him, it was similar to real life. Aside from being shot successfully himself among the many times of being shot at, he had also witnessed a number of his comrades getting gunned down. And he'd seen the enemy shot too: he'd even done the deed himself. It was never why he wanted to be a soldier (though Robert couldn't deny the adrenaline rush a good gunfight gave him), he initially joined to drive soldiers. Be it in normal and safe environments, or in their time of need. He would be the one to get them out of a tense situation, or he'd die trying. It was after a career change that he got shot the first time, having wedged his leg between the door of his Snatch Land Rover to keep it open so he could stick out his SA80 rifle and shoot people down before they did the same to him and his team. Didn't even feel it after the initial burn from all the adrenaline pulsing through his body.

Usually he would be the one driving because of his previous training, but he was known to be really good with a gun when under pressure because of his uncanny ability to stay calm. And because he'd have made a great marksman, as he was told often by a sniper escort that his company had during their days in Basra. But he liked the idea of being in the EOD team better, he wasn't the man in charge but he still did his part to clear up bombs that were intended for either his lads, or innocent members of the public. The feeling he got from a job well done, was more rewarding than the one he'd imagine he would get from shooting people dead. There was a whole lot of reminiscing going on for Rob, except for that part where his character died considering Rob was very much alive! He wasn't the kind of guy who was damaged by his time in the army, he valued the experience and he was glad he did it. So it wasn't horrifying for him to take a role like this, in fact he had really enjoyed it. But he was glad he got to get home earlier than the other main cast members considering he didn't make it all the way to end of the movie.

Now in LA, he was on his way out to a local bar. Well, it was a bar/grill, had a place for people to eat and a bar for people to hang out in and chill, play some pool. It was the first bar he found and therefore came into when he bought his place nearby. And it made a damn good first impression! He was only out for a social drink as it was only around 5:00PM, he'd parked his arse on the nearest empty stool he could find at the bar and ordered a pint of beer pronto.

He was now on his third. "Cheers, mate." the Englishman said after the barman pushed forward a pint glass full of the elixir of life (or beer, as everyone else might call it!). He had a couple of days to himself and to be honest, he had no idea what to do with himself. Especially since he barely knew anyone around here. He knew fellow actors but most were acquaintances at best. Robbie cleared his throat, watching the sports on the bar's television with very little to no interest whatsoever. If it wasn't British rugby or an English football match, he wasn't into it much.

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[drea]

ALL OF THE STARS HAVE FADED AWAY

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Right now Giselle was feeling pretty pumped up. She always did after an audition. Scratch that. She always felt pumped after a good audition. She had auditioned for the part of a high school senior who worked part-time as bartender. Of course her character would end up getting possessed by the evil spirit that haunted the small town and she would commit suicide in the first half of the movie. But that was to be expected. Minor roles never made it to see the end of the movie. Even though the audition had been for a minor role, it was a lot better than being out of a job. Besides, the more movies you put behind you, the better your chances of being noticed and finally get picked for that career-making leading part. But she wasn't focused on that right at that moment. There would be plenty of other days for her to sulk and brood about her struggling career. Gigi was living in the then and now and right now she wanted to go out and have a good time to let off some off that extra energy.

Living in LA, it wasn't too hard finding a place to hang out and have some fun. She honestly felt like dancing her butt off, but it was still pretty early. Only 4:30pm. And everyone knew that nightclubs were only fun at night. So she initially decided that she would drop by Monastery later in the evening and stop by one of her favorite bar and grills for a drink, maybe even a round or two of pool if the crowd wasn't too bad. But of course she had to stop by her place first so she could shower and change. Was it her third outfit of the day? Fourth? She really had to get out of this habit. When you changed your outfit at least three times a day you could just imagine how fast the laundry pile would fill up. Either she had to get out of this habit or she would just have to buy more clothes to fill her closet. And truth be told, the second option sounded far more appealing than the first. What was more refreshing and energizing than spending an entire day at LA's hottest stores?

By the time Giselle reached the bar/grill it was about ten minutes past five. And of course, the place was packed. She would be lucky if she could just squeeze herself into a spot at the bar, and finding an empty pool table would be a miracle in itself. Giselle sighed softly, but decided to scout the bar for an empty seat. Since she was already there she might as well stay right? There was no point in letting a packed restaurant get her spirits down. After all what could you expect when you were in the heart of LA? She still had to get used to this fast style of living. The city was full of so much adrenaline that it had her pumped and going at times, and drained out at others. Sometimes it was just hard keeping up, especially when she came from the other side of the country. Giselle finally spotted a man getting up from the bar and she snagged his spot as fast as she could before someone else could get to it. "Geez, you have to fight to get a seat in this place," she said to whoever was listening.

When the bartender noticed a new face among the sea of patrons, he came over to take her order. "Umm, how about a strawberry margarita?" she asked. She was feeling pretty light-spirited and playful at that moment and she wasn't in the mood for anything too strong or heavy. She turned her attention to the screen that was showing a major league baseball game. Cubs vs Mets. She didn't care too much for either team so she was able to watch the game in leisure without too much competition for or against either side. When her margarita came she thanked the bartender and took a sip of her drink. Glancing to her left, she noticed a man staring boredly at the screen with a beer in his hand. Gigi glanced back at the screen then smirked at him. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were bored. Either that or the beer isn't all that great," she added with a small laugh.

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TAKE WHAT YOU NEED & BE ON YOUR WAY, STOP CRYING YOUR HEART OUT

invited! robert care
words! seven hundred forty three
outfit! clickk
oocness! yay, another bar post! :p
lyrics! stop crying your heart out by oasis
credits! miss drea bby. that's right, this be mine!

[rob]

Baseball. Looked like a man's version of rounders, basically. The lads at school never seemed to play rounders, it always seemed to be what the girls did when it was summer out on the field while the boys played football. However, baseball seemed to demand more athleticism. He just wasn't sure he could watch a game like this from the stands, it was a bit like cricket to him. He found cricket kind of boring, maybe baseball would be more exciting because there was a bit more going on. Golf and tennis bothered him even more. He didn't understand the excitement that could be had from sitting watching those two sports! But still, it was the only thing going on in the bar that he had to entertain him, aside from beer. It was much warmer inside the building than it was outside, so Rob began to unzip his black Fox hooded jacket and peel it from his body. There was nowhere to put it, so he laid it across his thighs as a young woman sat down beside him to the right, mentioning the increasing rate of people filling into the bar/grill. He hadn't noticed just how many people were in, too focused on looking forwards and not behind or around him!

He smiled to himself at her remark. And his fingers moved up to his chin, scratching through the gingery-brown shade of beard. His beard betrayed the brown colour of his hair and made it obvious that he was totally a ginge. But he kind of liked it, even though it would come with endless teasing from his mates back in the day. For some reason, gingers were humorous? Whenever the reddish colour started to show up more, his mate would jokingly run away from him, ranting about the scary ginger bloke. Or he'd get leprechaun jokes because of his Irish heritage. He didn't help himself by running around their barracks on one St Patrick's day in some festively patterned boxers and an green St Paddy's hat, pretending to Irish dance and talking in an Irish accent. It lifted the spirits of the place, gave the boys a laugh. Gave the boys something to bring up every now and again to humiliate him. But he could take it. He took off his glasses, folding the sides and placing them down on the bar, idly scratching at the side of his face as the young lady to his right spoke up once more to someone other than the bartender.

And this time, it was directed at Rob. "Oof." he said, as if knocked sideways by her words, though he wasn't. Of course it was the first. The second just couldn't happen, alright? It just couldn't ever be true! "When is beer never great?" he grinned. An avid supporter of a good pint, he was! It was something he missed from home. Not so much beer or lager, but the actual atmosphere of a good old British pub. He didn't go into nightclubs because he was too old for that shit and the music did his head in. Bars were the closest thing to a pub he could find so far, it wasn't like he had done much exploring of LA. He kept getting fucking lost, so he figured out how to get to the shops he needed to get to and for everything else, he winged it! "I don't 'do' baseball." he explained, being a typical Brit. He knew they aired a few games on an ESPN channel on British sports channels back home now. But you had to pay extra for it and he wasn't going to do that when he wasn't a fan or at least, didn't really know the game. You didn't have to be an American to like baseball, he was sure it happened in England too. It just wasn't his thing!

"And you were right before, I never noticed but it's bloody packed in here." he said having looked over his shoulder before looking back at her. She was a young little thing, he hoped she was of enough to be in the bar! The teenager that still lived in Rob would argue the toss over the age limit on drinking alcohol in this country, having been able to con his way into buying booze back when he was seventeen because eighteen was the age limit in England. But the adult Robert actually agreed with it. Especially when you saw the state of teenagers in his country, it was embarrassing and potentially very dangerous, especially for the girls who practically crawled home and were seen or pictured embarrassingly strewn across the ground and showing off their knickers. "What's that you've got there?" he asked curiously, gesturing to her drink. He didn't have a clue about 'girly drinks', Rob was much to manly for that. That, or he'd probably consume too much if it tasted nice and fruity like a juice, forgetting it was alcoholic and therefore getting too near to an alcohol-induced-coma status of drunk.

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[drea]

ALL OF THE STARS HAVE FADED AWAY

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To be honest, the game wasn't all that interesting. It was still only in the third inning and the score was stuck at 0-0. Besides, Giselle wasn't for or against either team anyway so that brought the excitement level down even more. Still, baseball was baseball and it was always enjoyable to catch a good game here and there. Hey, at least she was watching it with other sports fans opposed to sitting at home alone. Actually, when she'd first entered the bar/grill that evening, Gigi hadn't expected much to come out of the visit. It had just been a way to waste some time (and money) on a few drinks while she waited for the lazy afternoon haze to pick up the electrifying adrenaline of the night. But now that she was sitting there and picking up a conversation with one of the men at the bar, she was hoping that maybe, just mabe, the rest of her time at the bar wouldn't be so bland after all. Most of the guys she met at these places tended to be douche-bags who just wanted to pick her up and take her home. Of course if they delivered themselves the right way she wouldn't be one to turn them down, but sometimes you just wanted to meet someone who could hold a conversation for more than five minutes.

'Oof. When is beer never great?' Giselle hesitated and wrinkled her nose as if she had to consider his words. "Mhmm. Okay, maybe you're right. I can never turn down a good beer," she added, with a small laugh. Most men often believed that she fit into the category of the typical, lightweight female drinker. And her selection that night would probably reinforce thoughts like that. But Giselle was definitely not a lightweight. She could handle anything from winecoolers to the hard vodkas that burned your throat. The only drink she was impartial to was probably whiskey. Other than that, she would be quick to prove that she wasn't a flimsy female who couldn't hold her own liquor.

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TAKE WHAT YOU NEED & BE ON YOUR WAY, STOP CRYING YOUR HEART OUT

status[! NOT DONE
invited! robert care
words! WORDS HERE
outfit! clickk
oocness! ugh, i'm so sorry this took so long. i've had a hard time getting on here. DX
lyrics! stop crying your heart out by oasis
credits! miss drea bby. that's right, this be mine!