A Lovers Quarrel Ends With Drinks(SAGE)

[tucker alexander caw]

After that horrible scene with Kendra, he wanted away from that pub, so he got someone to show him the nearest pub and this was what he was brought to. He had hoped that just maybe Kendra won't find him here. Due to his planning on drinking away his sorrows, and that always ended badly for him.

He sat at a table, ordered a firewhiskey and went right on drinking it. After that he ordered another, then another. When he was five firewhiskey's in he started to drink slower. He was already drunk, and might have to stay in this inn. He wasn't sure he could make it back to the one he was at.

He hoped his stuff wasn't gone, not that he brought anything with him that wasn't replaceable. Now instead of gulping down the drink he leaned in his chair and began to people watch. Watching people and being drunk half the time ends in a mess of confusion, some words being said, and some hexing. That was what he was hoping for, that adrenaline that he always got back in Paris.

[sage lilith campbell]

Worked sucked. Sage hated, absolutely hated being in that shitty little hole of a pub. Which would make her going down to The Three Broomsticks completely illogical. It didn't matter one way or the other, though. What do you do when you've had a rough day at work? Go out, naturally. And since she didn't feel like being inside the cage she called a job anymore, a different pub would have to do. Plus, The Three Broomsticks was so much nicer than The Hog's Head. There was at least pleasant people that drank at The Three Broomsticks.

So, Sage sauntered on in, apron and name-tag still on from her terrible waitressing job. She immediately walked up to the bar and ordered two firewhiskeys for herself. As if it wasn't obvious by ordering two drinks, it was a hell of a day at work. The bartender gave her a sort of look, but she shot him one right back, so not in the mood for any type of judging toward her. Now that she was at the bar, she really didn't feel like moving, so she just plopped herself down on one of the swiveling stools and drummed her fingers on the bar until her drink came.

Fortunately for her (and the bartender) it didn't take long for both firewhiskeys to be set down on the counter before her. Half a second later after they had been set in front of her, one was already three fourths of the way empty. This was going to be a very long night, Sage could just tell.

TAG: tucker.
MUSIC: jason mraz.
OUTFIT: here.
WORDS: 263

[tucker alexander caw]

Of course when a pretty woman walked in and ordered two Firewhiskey's he couldn't help but smile slightly. Ah, she reminded him of the girls back in Paris. The one's he left to come back to Kendra. But here he was, without the one he loved.

He finished his sixth firewhiskey before standing and walking over to the bar. He was still a bit coherent, what after all the drinking he did he was quite tolerant of these things. He reached over the bar and snapped at the bartender,"Another please."

He was still upset but he pushed all thoughts of Kendra to the back of his head before looking at the girl on the stool. "Hello there," he said laying on his Irish accent as thick as he could.

[sage lilith campbell]

Her attention never left her drink, even when a young man happened to stand near the bar, pretty close to her anyway. The first firewhisky was long gone and already half of her second was gone. She lifted her head up for a second to signal the bartender for another. Sage was enthralled in the dangerous world called her mind. This is what happened when she wasn't at work, cleaning the house, or keeping herself busy. Thoughts just tended to drift in and out of her subconscious and they were so gripping, she sat and obsessed over them. Throwing back two firewhiskeys never helped with that problem of hers, either.

Right now, she was droning on in her head about work. Why did she work there? She knew she hated the idiots, creepers, and downright freaks that came into that bar day in and day out. Yet, she needed the money. And so she stayed, like a good little mindless sheep. After all, she couldn't even be one to judge the people that found hospitality in The Hog's Head. Sage had problems and weird quirks of her own that encompassed half the population of that pub. Either way, these were back and forth thoughts that never seemed to have a beginning or end in Sage's head. They were little continuous loops of irritation.

It wasn't until she heard the voice next to her take on a different connotation that she even thought to look up. Sage heard a "hello there" and scanned the pub discreetly with her eyes, seeing if this guy was even talking to her. She shot him a quick smile and a nod, "Hello." Of course, it wasn't the most imaginative piece of dialogue, but what the hell else was she going to say? For once, it was actually nice to have someone come up and start a conversation with her. Anything to chase away her stupid states of being that she got into.

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[tucker alexander caw]

IF I TOLD YOU THAT I REALIZED
YOURE ALL I'VE EVER WANTED
AND ITS KILLING ME TO BE SO FAR AWAY
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Tucker tilted her head as the girl said a quick hello. Well apparently London girls weren't as charmed by his accent as most french woman were. Usually his Hello made the girl's melt in their seats and start blabbing to him as he nodded before whisking them off home to his bed and then dumping them a few days later. Ah his life sucked without Kendra. But no time to think about that. Nope instead he leaned in closer to the pretty lady.

"I just get a hello? That doesn't seem very fair. Don't you think I deserve at least a couple more words? he asked, laying on his accent as thick as it could go. He ran his hand through his hair before waving at the bartender to pass him another drink. He downed that as fast as he could. Finally he was feeling the slight buzz in his head that kept all other thoughts away.

Still pretty coherent, he slid into the stool next to her. "Can I at least get a name or something?"

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tagged: Sage
music: if i told you so-carrie underwood
notes: none
outfit:a nice black button up shirt and a pair of jeans
credit: mrs. jones @ caution 2.0

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[sage lilith campbell]

Sage pricked one of her eyebrows up, noticing out of her peripheral vision the man leaning in closer to where she was sitting. For the moment, she ignored it, quietly sipping the remains of her second drink. The third had made its way in front of her and there was no hesitation from one drink to the next. Really, she didn't want to make it seem like she was desperate for conversation or anything. When actually, that was kind of the case. She'd take just about anybody right now to get out of her own head. But Sage played it cool anyway.

"Hmm," Prying herself from her drink, Sage turned to look at him (attractive, she'd admit. Way better than half the people she met in pubs), "Lovely weather we're having?" She offered, giving a slight shrug of her shoulders and half-smile that said she was only kidding. They were sitting in a dark pub with hardly any windows. There wasn't a way in hell to tell what the weather was outside. A small laugh accompanied her amusing remark and Sage drank deeply from her glass.

This is the thing she always thought was amusing when beginning conversations with strangers she met after work. Still heavily drinking her firewhisky, she pointed a finger at the bright red name tag on her shirt. At the top it said "Hello My Name Is" and then in a little white section in the middle it read "SAGE" written in sloppy, hasty handwriting; that of her own. She smiled at the stranger again, "And might I get yours, since you feel I owe you so many words?"

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[tucker alexander caw]

Tucker felt the need to chuckle at the girls slight joke. "Yes the weather is very nice," he said sarcastically. He cast a look around the bar. The place was kind of ruged and not very interesting.

He smiled at her as she pointed at her name tag, though he didn't care to look at her name tag after already seeing it before. He just felt it was rude of her not to tell him it. Usually girls were on him as he walked through the door. It seemed London was a completly and different place then Paris.

He nodded slightly,"My name is Tucker."

[sage lilith campbell]

As a waitress, Sage dealt with large amounts of people day in and day out. From having the job for so long, she sort of picked up on people's mannerisms, quirks, postures, and looks, and learned how to read them all. To Sage, this guy looked like he was stiffening a bit from when he had first walked over next to her. Instead of letting a frown settle on her face, she decided to change up her game here a little bit. Clearly her being not-so-talkative and a little introverted wasn't really this guy's thing. And Sage really didn't want to lose the only conversation she had managed to find while being in here.

"Well that's a nice name." Sage perked up, shooting him one of her best smiles. "So what brings you in here, anyway?" She decided to ask, taking a sip from her third firewhiskey, "I mean, it isn't exactly the Ritz."

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[tucker alexander caw]

Tucker sighed lightly, and relaxed some, he was just glad that Sage hadn't blown him off. He had enough of being rejected today, he was leaning onto the side of something else. Something that would make him forget about kendra, for the moment anyway. Well too late, now. She couldn't stay out of his mind.

Staring down at Sage, he just couldn't help but think of the ghost of her arms around him and the feel of her lips on his. He shook the image from his head. No, not happening. He'll not think of the girl he once loved. Not tonight anyway.

He quickly ordered another firewhiskey before nodding at Sage. "Thank you. Nothing really, trying to keep my mind off of something." As he drank his sixth, or was it seven..maybe eight. Crap, there he went. When he forgot about how much he drank, the night never ended good.