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Post by Ivan Braginski on Aug 13, 2010 15:13:58 GMT -5
The music in the bar was louder than it usually was. The entire place smelled like sweat and alcohol. It just had to be DJ night at the only bar in town that served proper Russian vodka -- and not that Smirnoff shit.
He didn't want to think anymore. The combination of the music, laughter, and drunken singing just making it harder to concentrate on his vodka. And his vodka only.
He shook his head, taking in a deep, deep breath.
Why her?! Why Natalia?!
Ivan finished sucking back the last of his vodka on ice. He hadn't been to the dorm to sort out his belongings. He had simply wandered the grounds, run into a few people, exchanged some pleasantries, and, avoided being mauled by his sister. Oh, how he hoped to God that in the coming days when she moved in her dorm wouldn't be right beside his own.
'If only I could have afforded that apartment downtown...' He sighed, twirling the ice cubes in his glass, "May I have another?" He asked, eyes meeting the bartender's. He rolled his eyes and reached straight for the large bottle of Stolichnaya on the shelf, pouring him another. This was bound to be an expensive night...
Ivan turned on his stool, mouth to his glass, nursing the drink as he scanned the room. He caught glance of someone he recognized. ...A girl with dark hair, and... of clear Latin descent. But where has he seen her? And... what was her name again? He decided to approach her, racking his brain for the name. Ellie? Evie? ...Em... Em...
"I'm sorry... Was it... Emi?" That sounds about right, "I'm... Ivan. In case you forgot. I feel I met you in the residence building briefly today."
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Post by Emiliana Guadalupe de León on Aug 13, 2010 17:20:04 GMT -5
She was living with men.
She was living with fucking men and she had yet to tell her grandfather.
Emi thought that the idea of living with them wouldn't be so bad since they seemed nice enough, but, again...she was living with men. On a floor that felt as if it was dominated by men. Had she really been screwed over? Had there been some sort of computer glitch during the room assignment process? Had she accidentally written 'Emiliano' rather than 'Emiliana'?
W-Whatever, she could deal with this. She totally could.
And she totally hadn't avoided going back to her dorm room by running into the first building she had seen. Which, much to her luck, had turned out to be a bar. Great. Now she had to deal with staring at the bottles of alcohol behind the bartender because she just had to be nineteen-going on-twenty rather than twenty-going on-twenty-one.
But, maybe, just maybe, she'd be able to weasel out a few drinks from one of the bar's more drunk patrons. Though, that meant flirting with them. God damn it. She should probably just stick with ordering lemonade.
So with a sigh, Emi took another sip of her drink, absently paying attention to the music being played. However, at the sound of her name being uttered, she raised her eyes to stare at...that tall, so very tall, Russian man from...her floor back in the dormitory, was it? Pulling back, she gave him a small nod before gesturing to the empty seat in front of her. "I remember you. You were one of the few people on the floor that wasn't loud and annoying," she said with a small grin. "Have a seat, yeah?"
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[OOC: D-Don't worry. Less purple prose is a good thing for my lazy ass. orz]
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Post by Ivan Braginski on Aug 15, 2010 23:16:48 GMT -5
Ivan grinned as Emi spoke, taking another drink from his vodka. Not one mention of him being the scary or awkward senior from 'Communist Russia.' Russia wasn't even a Communist nation anymore! Augh...
He shook the thoughts from his head and took the offered seat, setting his vodka glass down on the table, leaning back slightly,
"Spasibo! Err... Thank you," He laughed lightly, "Sorry, the drunker I get the harder I find it to keep my English up."
He took another drink, tapping his fingers along to the music on his glass. It was then he caught wind of what she was drinking. ...Ivan knew the difference between an alcoholic lemonade and a regular old glass of the stuff (being a vodka expert could do this to you). He wondered...
"Hm. Would you like me to order you something?"
Yeah, yeah... it was illegal. Maybe in America. In Russia you could drink legally when you were 18 years old. Besides, by the looks of it, she'd had a pretty rough day as well. One glass of alcohol couldn't hurt.
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Post by Emiliana Guadalupe de León on Aug 16, 2010 1:37:40 GMT -5
Waving her hand dismissively, Emi grinned slightly as the tall blond sat down across from her. "Don't worry, that happens to me all the time." Her grin widened slightly. "Even while sober. No te preocupes, querido."
Leaning back slightly against her chair, she took another drink before glancing up in surprise at his sudden offer. Wait. Really? A drink? Even though she was still only nineteen and technically not supposed to be here? Granted, there was no one asking for ID at the door. So that possibly meant that ID was required as soon as someone asked for alcohol from the bartender. But still...
Tossing her now nearly empty glass a drink, Emi turned her attention back to Ivan. "Really?" She finally asked, fingers tapping against the wooden table lightly. "I don't want to get you in trouble, you know."
She paused.
"B-But. I'll just get something cheap, yeah?" Though, tequila or vodka sounded really tempting right now...
Resistresistresist-!
"Er, how about a screwdriver?" That...still had vodka in it. And orange juice. But still. Vodka! And it meant she wouldn't get tipsy right away. Though, regardless of her small frame, it still took a bit to get her completely thrashed. Which totally wouldn't happen tonight. Of course not.
"I have cash on me, so, uh, I can pay you back once we're back at the dorms," Emi continued, smiling faintly. "It'll look suspicious if I hand you money here, I think."
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Post by Ivan Braginski on Aug 23, 2010 13:59:04 GMT -5
Ivan chuckled lightly as he took a drink of his vodka, smiling as she too admitted that English wasn't the most fun for her either. He set down his vodka glass, and tapped it lightly with his fingernails. He was surprised when Emi was hesitant to take his offer, but quickly eased up when she accepted -- he knew she would.
"Oh, no trouble. I play this card enough. You would be surprised. A friend of mine who graduated last year was only 20 at the time of his leave -- we frequented the place. Soon, they saw enough that he was drinking here, and eventually did not ask for his ID."
He raised an eyebrow as he went to take another drink, but set it down, "And... you really aren't afraid that I might... do something to your drink? I'll ask the bartender to bring them over so you know you can trust me."
He smiled lightly as he stood, stretching out his back and nodding, "Anyway. A screwdriver, da? I can do that for you." He made his way to the bar, and immediately the bartender grabbed for the Russian's vodka of choice.
"Net, net net..." He waved his hand in a slashing motion in front of him, "A screwdriver."
The bartender laughed a little and began to mix the vodka with the orange juice.
"Ivan," the bartender laughed, as the Russian leaned on the bar, smiling as well, "This isn't for you. You'd never water down your vodka with this. Let alone anything."
Ivan shrugged and took in a deep breath, "Fine. Give me a plain glass too -- but bring it to my table. I don't think I could handle carrying two drinks right now, to be honest... I have been here... How long now?" He rubbed his nose as he laughed, "Two... Four... Three hours?"
Bartender rolled his eyes and waved his cloth at Ivan, "Get out of here," He smirked as Ivan turned to head back to his seat. He sat down and grinned at Emi, "All done."
Moments later their drinks were brought to them, and he raised his glass, "Na zdorovje!" Nobody said this in Russia -- but it meant 'to your health' and seemed fitting... he wanted some sort of cheers here.
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Post by Emiliana Guadalupe de León on Aug 23, 2010 18:36:11 GMT -5
Chin resting on top of the palm of her hand, Emi shrugged and smiled faintly as she listened to the man speak. "Try doing something to my drink and I'll maim you. Simple as that." Her smile grew as she leaned back slightly.
Watching the blond stand, Emi nodded gratefully. "Yeah, thank you," she chirped as he walked away. Fingers tapping against the top of the table, she waited. However, after a moment's pause, she glanced down. Should she call home-?
N-No.
Probably not.
Not if she wanted to explain to her grandfather and the rest of her family about why she was currently hiding out at a bar when the legal drinking age in the States was, unlike Mexico, twenty-one.
Yeah, better to wait another day.
Hearing Ivan approaching the table once more, Emiliana looked up, forcing another smile to her lips as he sat back down. Drink now in front of her, she grinned slightly. "Salud," she responded before taking a drink.
With a sigh, she set it back down. "Nothing beats Tequila, though," she muttered with a crooked grin. "But I don't think I want to stumble back to the dorms drunk."
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