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As Skye walked into the establishment, she breathed in the smell of sweat, alcohol, and tobacco, coughing a little afterwards, but covering it up quickly enough not to attract any unwanted attraction. She cleared her throat before looking around, a wide smile forming in her lips. The packed bar was just what she needed in that moment. A, it was full of people, and B (and most importantly), her mother was nowhere in sight. Her black leather boots squeaked against the floor as she walked towards the counter, irradiating confidence with every step. While her mother ordered not to get out of the house while she left (probably to get drunk with friends), Skye had taken a cash from her wallet and left to explore the city. She wore her dark jean shorts with long purple socks, and a baseball shirt underneath a black jacket. She dropped herself on a stool and signaled the bartender just like she'd seen people do it in the movies, it probably came out a bit forced, but she was out. With school over, she had no excuse to get out of the house, and she needed to escape her imprisonment. "Get me a beer" She said confidently, turning around to see the band that was playing, a smile plastered on her face and her feet tapping to the rhythm of the music.

Scarlett steps into the smoke filled bar. It is dark and hot, filled with the stench of body odor and alchol. However, Scarlett Was ready to start trouble.

Pᴀᴏ ∆ {Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ Lɪᴠɪɴɢ} [ sᴇᴍɪ ʜɪᴀᴛᴜs ] wrote: "
As Skye walked into the establishment, she breathed in the smell of sweat, alcohol, and tobacco, coughing a little afterwards, but covering it up quickly enough not to attract any unwanted attra..."

is it ok if your character knows of scarlett but has never met her? is it ok if they become friends?

@Laini: (view spoiler)[Skye is new to the city, since she's in remission from a tumor in her brain, it is unlikely she'll know anyone. They could meet though, but I don't know how their personalities would match. It could work though! ^.^
Also, this might not be any of my business, but is Scarlett in here, the mall, and the bar, at the same time? I thought characters could only be in one place at once…Nada would know, since she's head mod, but that's my understanding. (hide spoiler)]

((yeah sorry I was just trying those different places to see who would answer back and then choose the one that I liked the best,sorry))

Sebastien came to see a local band, not because he was die hard fan, but because he loved to hear live music. They weren't bad. First he thought they would only cover the classics; like The Beatles - Let it Be, Guns and Roses - Sweet Child O'Mine, Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven, and to be honest, he was about to leave. Not that he wasn't into that music, he was, but they band seemed to colour perfectly in the lines, and not have any special music taste. If he wanted to hear the top ten rock songs, he'd stay home. Then they started to play Nirvana's Negative Creep, he decided to stay. He was quick to judge the band, on their music choice, and he wanted to slap himself in the face for it. He was a bit of a music snob, everyone had their little things, and he was picky with music, but he wasn't vocal about it. Like how he wasn't vocal with most things. He kept things to himself. The change from Classic to Punk, changed the mood of the whole bar, and the audience shifted from peaceful swaying, like the kids in the Buddy Holly, Weezer, video to mosh pitting. Almost like everyone became the kids from the Smells Like Teen Spirt, Nirvana, Video. Was Punk his favourite type of rock, nah, but he did enjoy it, and may of been what he was looking for right now. To calm his nerves. He was avoiding being home as per usual. It was suppose to be his father’s birthday today, and he was just in a pissy mood, and the song seemed to reflect it. He made his way over to the bar once the song finished, “Vodka, please.” The bartender slide the shot onto the table. In once quick motion Bash drank it. The sharp, in all honestly gross, taste, sent a shriver of warmth throughout his body. He was dressed in white blank t-shirt, with a newsprinted, black and white, button-up, which was unbuttoned to expose the white shift, and a denim vest on top, with blank skinny jeans.

“Hey, didn’t you play here, last week? Your the bassist right,” the bartender asked, and Bash nodded, “You guys were sick.” Bash was generally quite, unless he knew you well. He sent a smile in his direction, and with that he went to serve his next costumer. He saw a girl. Was she familiar? No. Had her ever talked to her? No. Did he want to no. He reminded him of his Alison, and he didn’t want to be anywhere never her. In his deep thought processes he found himself glaring at her. She just seemed to carry the same vibe.

(view spoiler)[ firstly, sorrry this is awkward, i'm getting used to him. so like sorry.
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Laini wrote: "((yeah sorry I was just trying those different places to see who would answer back and then choose the one that I liked the best,sorry))"

(view spoiler)[ @Laini: I'm sorry to tell you, but characters can only post one place at a time. (hide spoiler)]

(view spoiler)[No worries, I'm the same with Skye, since I haven't rped her, it feels awkward, but we'll get used to them ^.^ (hide spoiler)]
Skye's eyes sparkled as the bartender came back with a long crystal (or most likely plastic) mug with a yellowish liquid on it. "Thanks!" She said a bit too cheerfully, earning a strange look from the man on the other side of the counter, but took a large gulp of the beer anyways. She immediately regretted it. It was fizzy and bitter, not sweet or refreshing, just crisp. She couldn't really describe it, but it sent a sharp taste down her throat that she hated. She opened her mouth widely, throwing her tongue out as if to get rid of the taste before giving a quick head shake and looking down on her drink. Was this what everyone was crazy about? She placed her elbow on the table and leaned her head on her hand, her fingers tapping on the side of her face. The music was blaring, her ears ringing, but the only thing she could focus on was the mug in front of her. She sat up straight and frowned, deep in thought. Her mother thought she wasn't able to make it, well, she'd show the woman. She grabbed the plastic container and closing her eyes, took another gulp, longer than the last one, and forcing herself to swallow the bitter liquid. As she opened her eyes, Skye couldn't help but form a grimace and stick out her tongue. Nope, it hadn't changed.

She still had the grimace and her tongue out when she started looking around. The place seemed nice, most people close to the band, and a few were near the counter. She surveyed the place while cleaning her tongue with her teeth, mentally numbering the amount of groupies the band had. It was then when she felt someone watching her, and she crossed eyesights with a guy a couple of stools over. He looked like he'd just come down from the stage, having a punk-rocker vibe, someone who fit perfectly in a place like this. She was surprised to find him glaring at her, as if she had done something to upset him, but her face didn't show it. She smirked inwardly and sucked her tongue in, her mouth curling up in a smile only slightly, and her eyes locked on the boy's. She started a staring contest and was placing the bets on whether he'd turn away or keep going. She was betting on the first.

Oddly enough, even with the sweat that matted his hair down to his forehead, from the mosh-pitting earlier, he still managed to took charming, in a cute boyish way. Bash, clearly, looked very tough and masculine, but if you gave him a good long stare you could see the boyish cute, maybe it was his eyes. Whatever it was, it separated him from the rest of the crowd. Sebastian was drunk, from his consent drinking all night, but yet unless you knew him, you probably wouldn't be able to tell. Unless, he got completely fuck-faced, then there would be no hiding it, but it took a lot to get him that drunk, considering that he partied a lot. Not that it was a huge addiction, he was someone who believed in balance, when it came to work and play, but he did to it pretty often. Now, sober Bash, would not give this poor unknown lady, a death glare, just for reminding him of his recent ex, Alison, it wasn’t really his style. But from the mixture of the alcohol and the adrenaline, he wasn’t thinking clearer, but than again, that was the whole reason he went out tonight. To clear his mind, to forget about who he is. To forget about where he came from, which seemed to fall him, everywhere. He kept his eyes glued onto the sporty looking girl. She didn’t look like her. There hair colours were even different, but yet he somehow saw Alison in her. They had the seem vibe, and little twinkle in their eyes. He found himself being drifted back to past memories of his ex love. From their first kiss to their last goodbye. And it only made him angrier.

“You’re all the same,” he muttered in the direction of the girl, unsure whether she could hear him or not. He raised his two fingers in the air as if calling the bartender over to refill his shot. He came back over, and Sebastian raised the glass, and he refilled it. He took a quick swing of the alcohol, letting the bitter-tasting liquid slide down his throat. He loved this rock bar, you only had to look roughly the age, and they wouldn’t card you. Was it sketchier than the usual bars? Yes, but to Sebastian, it comforting to be surrounded by the excessive smell of smoke, alcohol and sweat, and worn out tables, craved with names and sayings, than to be at one of those rich up town bars, anyway from the student body.