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Post by baz on Jan 1, 2009 8:24:17 GMT -5
November 29th [/b][/center] It seemed like such a long time ago, since he left the farm on the Photography dream that he desperately wanted to do, and landing in the wide city of Sydney, he was simply amazed with how large the placed had been. The main street was nothing like he had imaged it. Picturing it with wrappers and bottles on the street, with cigarette butts floating down the gutters in the wind, leaves and old clothing - there was nothing of the sort. He was just simply surprised and impressed with what he had seen of the city so far.
It hadn't taken long for the bus carrying the other lucky photographer winners to the Bayview Boulevard. A 60 something storey hotel with impecable service and the reputation to match. After aquiring his key card, which was explained to him that he's best not to loose it; as it allows him to get into his room as well as use the elevators, and quickly ducked into the closing elevator and pressed his number and felt the force of the cubical scale up the building.
It had only taken him a second before the reflected doors opened on his floor and he stepped out, agreeing something about going out down to the bar at the end of the night, after dinner and getting settled in - the other boys in the trip were far to excited, Baz found it hard to try and keep up sometimes. But like every normal Aussie man, he made sure he cleaned himself up, and headed back down to the reception and across the street on the corner where the lit up pub thumped it's friday night music.
The nightlife didn't really bother him, he was kind of already used to the pub scene, but the one thing that did bother him, was the looks of disgust as he walked in with his denim jeans and his pressed blue and white flannel shirt, rolled to his elbows and his kangaroo hide boots. City folk weren't obviously aware or accomodating for a 'country' bumkin like himself - and must have seen him as some trouble maker in their eyes. But he wasn't, he was a rather decent young man, doing something he wanted to do.
Seeing his mates at the bar, he headed over and just as soon as he reached them, a beer was shoved into his hand. |
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Post by tasha on Jan 3, 2009 2:33:20 GMT -5
Tasha was drowning her sorrows by the bar. Drowning her sorrows because she had split up with her boyfriend the night before last. She hadn't felt like going out last night, all she did was lie in her bed and cry her eyes out. Tonight was a different story however. She had found her he had been seeing another woman, he had cheated on her with him, and she was really angry and upset.
She had been drinking double vodka and cokes all night, had already been up at the karaoke more than once, she might not be a professional singer, but she loved to sing. She was singing all the sadest songs possible as well, topped with the fact she was very drunk made her go into fits of giggles every so often as well.
She was just about to go up and sing another song, when she saw this guy walk into the bar and head toward some friends, well she assumed they were friends, since they gave him a beer the minute he arrived. Of course, not watching where she was going, while her eyes were focused on him, she didn't realise she still had the heel of one of her boots on the bar stool she had been sitting on still on the bar of it, and she immediately went flying, landing full out on her stomach.
She wished the ground could swallow her up, but laughter had over taken the embarrassment, and as she tried to pick herself back up off the floor, she realised it wasn't happening, as her feet were doing bambi style movements and she kept landing in a heap on the floor and all she could do was giggle furiously. |
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Post by baz on Jan 3, 2009 4:22:31 GMT -5
The boys had been talking about the footy, beer and babes, prehaps it wasn't really the type of things Baz was eager to discuss - but nodded and laughed where necessary to appease them with his semi interest. He hadn't been in Sydney previous to this, and taking in the old romantic style setting of the aged pub, he spotted a spritely blonde who, looked to have her fair share of drinks. He scoffed a laugh as he brought the prickling taste of Tooheys to his lips and savoured the frothy head.
Seeing the girl fall from the stool, make the froth in his glass bounce up and splat him on the face as he laughed at her. That was kind of cute, watching something so pretty try and find her drunken feet, Baz's mates didn't think so. Muttering obscene words under their breath of every derogative words they could call her. Turning his gaze around at his mates, Baz rolled his eyes and stepped away from them, and over to her. Hearing the hush of the disjointed laughter, obviously they didn't think he was going to do that. Still, with his beer in his hand, he placed it on the small tabletop before bending down and helping her to her feet with a twisted and amused smile.
"Looking for your legs there, Bambi?" he commented, scooping his drink up in his hand while he held onto her, just making sure that she was going to be able to stand for a moment. |
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Post by tasha on Jan 3, 2009 5:14:30 GMT -5
Tasha was still in a heap on the floor and giggling furiously, all the alcohol she had consumed had gone right for her head, she couldn't even begin to think what she'd be like the minute she went outside and was hit with fresh air. She had lost count the amount of times she had tried to get back onto her feet and failed dismally.
Just as she was about to give up, and crawl to the nearest chair to give her support to haul herself up, the whom she had more or less fallen for in the first place came over to her and bent down to help her up off the floor. She was grateful for this and finally managed to stop giggling and turn it into a smile.
However the composure didn't last for too long when he spoke and asked if she was looking for her legs and called her Bambi, as that's exactly who she felt she was when trying to get back up onto the floor. He was also holding onto her, which again she was grateful for, it was allowing her to regain her balance properly.
"Yeah" she began laughing, "I feel like such a drongo, and looked it too I bet, never mind flamin' Bambi" she added, as she felt her face flush slightly, because now she was standing, not exactly face to face, as he was taller than her, but now she was facing him the embarrassement just seemed to flood over her. |
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Post by baz on Jan 5, 2009 0:41:57 GMT -5
Baz couldn't help but to laugh at her, she was down to earth, he knew that much. "I woudn't say drongo..." he started a sly smirk on his lips, "... more like a beer fly," he laughed, polishing off the last drop of his before helping her to a seat. Taking a seat next to her, he could feel the heat rising from the floor, he knew that trick. The management usually turned up the heating so it would make patrons thursty, and then - they'd buy and drink more. Turning his head swiftly to the bar, he contemplated getting a drink for himself, now that his hand was empty.
"Wanna drink?" he slurred in his drole tone, letting his eyes make their way back to her red drunken face. Perhaps buying her another drink wasn't a good idea, but he wasn't nearly half as legless as she was and he wanted to act just as stupid. Even without the aid of his mates who he could barely hear over the thundering thump of the music. "Oh, I think there's a band on tonight?" he asked, it was more of a statement. Perhaps hinting that he wanted her to stay around for as long as possible.
Why leave the side of a damsel in distress, with a gorgeous face? |
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Post by tasha on Jan 5, 2009 7:09:20 GMT -5
Tasha started to laugh when he said he wouldn't say drongo but more a beer fly, "Jeez thanks for that" but she continued to laugh and gave him a slight wink. It didn't really matter what you called her, she had got herself rather intoxicated and fallen from her bar stool and then couldn't get back up off the floor because of her bambi style legs. There was probably quite a few names she could be called, so she was thankful he was being nice to her at least.
When he helped her to a seat, she smiled at him, "thanks" she said and watched as he sat down next to her. Maybe her night was about to get a little better after all she thought.
"But it's probably the nicest thing anybody is thinking about me right now" she said referring to the many other people who had probably been watching her and saw her fall.
When he asked if she wanted a drink she wondered if it was the most clever thing for him to have asked her, but at the same time, she wanted to have fun, and he seemed nice enough, why refuse a drink from a handsome face.
"Sure, why the hell not, vodka and coke would be nice, thanks" she replied, and then realised that neither of them had even properly introduced themselves yet, not that he'd be likely to call her anything but Bambi now she wondered.
"Oh is there? Guess I ain't going anywhere then" she said in reply when he mentioned about a band playing, "and my name is Tasha by the way, Tasha Kennedy, nice to meet you" she said with a grin. |
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Post by baz on Jan 6, 2009 7:21:07 GMT -5
Baz shook his head and glanced over to the group of guys he was hanging around as she mentioned that there'd be worse words they'd be saying about her, the smirk on his lips growing before falling into a slightly serious expression. "I'd forget about what people think of ya," he said before flicking his eyes back to the girl. He knew what it felt like when people called him things behind his back; fairy, brownie pusher, fag-hag - all because of what he loved to do. He chose to ignore them, and his friends still making their derogative comments under the thumping pub music.
His smile returned as she agreed for a drink, that was a plus. "Yeah, I don't know what they're like..." Baz trailed off slightly as he glanced around for some in house designed posters to give him some indication of the quality of the band. As she introduced herself, he whipped his head around and automatically held his hand out, glancing at it to make sure it was clean before grabbing her hand and shaking. Looking at his hand was more out of habit then actually checking to see if it was dirty - on the farm, it'd be covered with grease, soil or oil from the wool.
"Tasha," he repeated with a wider grin - her name was pretty, but he didn't pick that to actually be her name. It kind of didn't suit her face, or maybe he pictured her name to be something a little more special, either way - he didn't say anything other than his name, "Baz Palmer." He stated with a small hand shake.
"So, a vodka and coke it is," he replied, lifting himself smoothly off the stool and wandering back over to the bar. A few of his mates clapped him on the back, but Baz shrugged them off slightly - only flicking them a small smile while they carried on. Saying things loud enough for everyone to hear, how Baz was gonna get some head, and that the blonde is up for a root. Maybe he was, or maybe he wasn't. But at the moment, hanging out with a giggling drunk seems much more appealing then sticking around in a group of testosterone.
Ordering his beer, and a drink for the Tasha, he threw the money down on the counter and walked back through the man crowd of his friends and back over to the tall table with the round top. Sliding the drink to her, he sat down and pulled the beer to his lips. "So, you're here alone?" he asked for a polite conversation. |
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Post by tasha on Jan 7, 2009 23:28:36 GMT -5
Oh Tasha knew they would be saying plenty about her, and a lot worse than what the cute guy talking to her was currently saying, but she didn't care. It was like that, and you just had to deal with it. "Me? Nah I'm not worried at all, I don't give a rats arse what they think of me to be perfectly honest" she replied and then looked over to where they were sitting and waved with her hand while mouthing 'dickhead' at them all. It was typical, they could get pissed all they wanted, but if a female got a bit drunk she wasn't right.
"Well, I guess we're gonna find out soon enough" Tasha said in reply to not knowing what the band were like. Although with the fact she was pretty far gone with alcohol they could be drivel and she'd still think they were the best thing she'd heard for a while. She just kept smiling as he repeated her name, and then introduced himself.
"Well, pleased to meet you Baz" she said.
"Thanks" she said, as he went up to the bar to get her vodka and coke for her. While he was up at the bar she continued to watch him, he was a bit of a spunk, and he might just have to watch himself, if he offered it to her on a plate, she mightn't be able to resist him. Shaking the thoughts out her head as she watched him approach with their drinks as he slipped hers across to her. She smiled "Thanks" she said again, "Yeah I'm here alone" she replied. Alone because my dickhead of a boyfriend dumped me for another woman. |
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Post by baz on Jan 8, 2009 6:23:13 GMT -5
Baz had to stifle back an outbursted laugh as she acknowledged the boys who were stirring her up over by the bar, he liked her trick, waving to them and mouthing profanities. She surprised him, he wasn't sure how she was going to get away with them almost tracing every move he made, but she was wasted enough to not to care terribly much. So, she was happy to stay for the band, with him, and she was pleased to meet him - this night was getting better by the minute.
"Oh, well... you're not alone now." Baz smiled, taking a swig of his beer and savoring the flavour as it went down, warming his stomach. "I'll keep ya company, if ya want." He beamed at her, this night was going to turn into something he just knew it. He was going to open his mouth to say something else, but as a rattling eardrum screech sounded from the setup from the band. Then the voice over appologised for the noise and introduced themselves as B'Rock.
"Hey, you wanna move closer?" he asked wanting more to get away from the clowns that he was with, and somewhere a little more private with his new mystery pub girl.
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Post by tasha on Jan 10, 2009 0:39:47 GMT -5
The guys by the bar didn't seem to be bothering with her too much now she was pleased to see, and with a bit of luck it would be kept that way, for the time being anyway. But as drunk as she may be, if they started any more shit, she'd be ready for them, she wouldn't let them away with it that was for sure.
She grinned at him when he said she wasn't alone now. "No, I'm not am I? And that's rather cool" she replied, and it was rather cool. It was certainly better than being on her own drowning her sorrows over an ex boyfriend who was just as much of an asshole as those guys were by the bar. "And yeah, sure, why wouldn't I want your company" spunk, she said not saying the last word out loud of course. She took another sip of her drink, maybe with a bit of luck this night would definitely turn out better than she'd hoped it would.
Just at that point there was an ear splitting sound, and then the band who were performing apologised and introduced themselves. Baz then asked if she wanted to move closer. To you? she asked in her mind, but instead said, "Yeah sure why not" maybe if the music was half way good enough she could dance along to it a bit, providing she kept herself from falling down again.
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Post by baz on Jan 13, 2009 17:08:11 GMT -5
Baz had to smile, her vacant replies were amusing. Amusing cute, and he liked that. She was cute, and the more he hung around her, the more he was getting to like her. Mainly because she was fun, Baz seemed to be attracted to bight bubbly people. Getting up from his seat, he held out his hand for her to take, grabbed his drink, and led her closer to the band which started up with their warm up song.
Over at the corner of the bar, was a few tables that were exactly like the tall ones they were sitting at moments previous. He slid himself onto the tall stool and placed his beer on the coaster provided. The band wasn't terribly great, but they were just starting. Sound checks and such, playing a few songs to warm themselves up. Baz busied himself with his drink, and allowed his fingers to play absent-mindedly with the coaster.
"So, why are you here?" he asked prying his eyes away from the good looking female bass guitarist. She was hot, the kind of emo looking hot. The long fringe over the front of her face, short black pants, black corset top, black stockings and black make up. Baz liked the look of them, of emos that is. They always kind of appealed to him, even though he wasn't one. But he could dream to be with one.
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Post by tasha on Jan 14, 2009 5:32:51 GMT -5
As Baz got up he held out his hand, and she took it without hesitation as they made their way closer to where the band would play. Right now they were just doing their sound checks and warm up, not brilliant, but maybe they would get better once they began to play properly. However Tasha realised she didn't really mind how they sounded so long as she was spending the time with this spunk.
Some of the band members didn't look so bad either she realised, not paying much attention to the female ones but paying close attention to the male ones. But looking from them to Baz she didn't think they were anywhere near as spunky as he was. She suddenly felt very good to be with him, like she'd won the spunkiest male in the put tonight, and that wasn't a bad achievement she thought, grinning to herself.
Then he had to spoil it slightly by asking the question. Why was she here. She wondered if she should really tell him why she was there, thinking the truth might scare him off, but the truth being the best thing, because lies sucked and she hated liars. "Drowning my sorrows as it happens, got chucked by the boyfriend, or at least I chucked him, found out he was cheating on me" she said, thankful she was able to say it now without crying. Which was great, because crying was all she had been doing about it, hence coming out to drown her sorrows.
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Post by baz on Jan 18, 2009 15:56:33 GMT -5
"That bastard!" Baz spat but immediately feeling horrible for asking the question. But as it happened, he had to find some sort of connection as to why she was there and he was pretty sure she knew why he was there. Hanging out with his mates who he left back at the bar while they made their way to a new table closer to the band. "Oh well, that's not good at all..." He then added with a small smile. If anything he could try and cheer her up, although, her merriness with her drinking already seemed to have done the trick in his books.
((Argness, sorry for the crappy post))
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Post by tasha on Jan 19, 2009 13:15:53 GMT -5
"Oh yeah, he was definitely a bastard alright" Tasha said, but said it with a grin, knowing that it was so much better to speak about him now. Coming out to drink had just been what she needed and now that she was here and as good as over him, it felt great to be happy again, anyway she didn't need a cheating drongo in her life, she was better off without him wasn't she?
"Actually, I think it is rather good" she said with a grin, because otherwise I wouldn't have such a spunk tonight she said to herself, smiling, and instead saying, "because otherwise I'd not have met you" and she meant it to. There was just something nice about him, and so far he seemed a hell of a lot nicer than the one she had to dump.
"Besides, I think it's fair to say I'm better off without him anyway, don't ya reckon?" she said winking at him slightly and then following it through with a bright smile and small laugh.
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Post by baz on Jan 21, 2009 16:16:20 GMT -5
Baz smiled, thought her position had left her high and dry, she had a rather positive outlook to what she had just gone through. She was a tough chick, he could see that. When she said that she was better off for dumping her ex, because she met him, Baz lowered his face and glanced at the mildue rings his beer left on the coaster, "Thanks." He replied slightly embarrassed. He wasn't used to girls being so forward, it always kind of put him off.
"Well, I guess so." Baz replied, she was better off. Perhaps if he knew her alittle better, he might have had more say in the matter. But, she was having fun and didn't seem to care what she did or what anyone thought of her. Baz looked up, seeing her dazzling smile and cute laugh, there was no other time, better then now.
Leaning himself across the table, he planted a tender kiss on her lips. They were much softer then they looked, and her taste was sweet because of the alcohol in her system.
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