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Post by Romano Vargas on Aug 15, 2011 16:13:02 GMT -5
Romano's job, never had a strict title. He was a cook, but he also had to work with other areas and other restaurants to help their image. Today, he had to visit a stupid bar, at night, to talk about promoting their restaurant. He had drove, running two people off the road to the bar, grumbling the whole time.
Bars, were his most hated area, ever. People getting drunk, and people getting smashed, slurred words, and a depressing place in general. Wrinkling up his nose slightly, he was glad he only had to drop off a few cards for the boss the next day, and get out of there. That way he hopefully avoided any drunks.
Getting out of his car, the sneer on his face was obvious as he closed and locked the door. Twice. Giving a paranoid glare, he stared up at the sign. Tucking the keys into his pocket, fingering the cards, in his the pocket. Romano sighed a little, walking nervously to the door, jumping slightly as two girls stumbled out laughing loudly.
As they stumbled the other way, he quickly scurried inside, staring at all the people. Swallowing back the nervousness, the brunette jumped at the chance to quickly go up to the bar, glaring at the bartender who seemed amused. Ricky, the jerk who told him this was the only time to come and see him.
"I will get you back for this, you jerk." The Italian hissed, making sure to shove the cards into the blond's waiting hand. "Watching you freak out around drunk people is hilarious, Italian." Giving a snarl, he yipped in surprise as a glass of water was slapped down on the bar.
"Stay a bit, then you can leave. It's on the house, Italian." Snatching up the water, sipping it, Romano glared. "I-I hate bars." He mumbled, glancing around. Ricky walked away, leaving Romano more nervous as he stared at the people around him. Why did he have to stay? If he finished this water quickly, could he leave quicker?
The bar was not completely crowded, which eased his fears a little, but the people drinking and having fun, and him by himself, always made the Italian man nervous. Making a small sound as the man on the stool next to him slammed down money and staggered away, he swore he was going to get a heart attack from these people.
"Isn't there anyone sane here?" Romano asked himself weakly.
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Post by tooawesome on Aug 17, 2011 14:25:53 GMT -5
[/i] to being drunk, of course... Toni was far too stubborn for that. Instead, he would insist that he was fine before ordering another drink and setting himself out for the worst hangover in history. Yes. That's what he would do. Wait. History. He'd never liked that subject very much. It was boring. Boring.Hehehe... what a funny word... English was funny. Was he funny? Christ, he couldn't remember... Giggling, the Spaniard slumped up against the frame of the bathroom door and swept a lock of curly brown hair out of his eyes. Maaaaaaan, it would take forever to get from here to the bar counter without falling over... He was screwed. Another soft laugh bubbled gently at his lips. So he was funny! Tumbling forwards, the youth half ran half fell across the floor of the pub, and would have face-planted quite badly if he hadn't grabbed onto one the stools just in time. Okay, okay. Maybe he was just the tiniest bit drunk. Just a little bit. Not by much. Heaving himself up onto the seat, he smoothed out his shirt and smiled like an idiot at the poor soul next to him. Whoever they were, they were going to be in for a long night now that Toni was sitting next to them. "Ahha... Ph-Puedo teh..ner otr'a cer'vezah... por *hic* favor..." He slurred out in broken Spanish, laughing along with the bartender as if he'd just said the most hilarious joke in the world. However, Toni's beer never did come, and it wasn't due to the fact the barkeep hadn't understood a word he had said. Rather it was because Toni was now way past his limit, and the moment he got himself comfortable he felt his arms give out beneath him and his head hit the table with an almighty crack. Ow. That had hurt. For a moment he simply lay there, head pressed against the cool, sticky wood of the table, arms splayed out to either side as his brain tried (and failed) to process what had just happened. After about five minutes though, he managed to come to the conclusion he was drawing attention to himself and stubbornly sat up, turning to the auburn-haired young man beside him. "I... I... Uhh, have we met before?" He laughed, head lolling to rest on his shoulder, olive green eyes fruitless in their attempt to lock onto the others opposite him. OCC//: Yay, drunk Spain! Sorry it's so short - I wrote it at school so I was freaked about getting caught. oAo Translation: "Can I have another beer please?" |D [/ul][/size][/blockquote]
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Post by Romano Vargas on Aug 17, 2011 16:02:49 GMT -5
The brunette Italian never made it a habit, to watch drunk people stagger around. Now, he used to sometimes watch people back home, and guess what they were like. He wasn't innocent, he did find the acts of others amusing. However people under the influence wasn't his normal prey. They were too unpredictable.
And stupid. Very very stupid.
The drunk variety wasn't exactly rare, but Romano had a small phobia, or a fear, that they would do something to him. Ranging from trying to punch him, to puking on him. He was a wimp. That was a problem. Not like many people had to deal with it.
Ricky, was too busy tending to his customers for Romano to ask him if he could leave yet. Sipping another sip of the water, his hands clutching the glass childishly. Romano was out of his element completely, and it showed. Making a smaller surprised noise as a man came practically stumbling/running to the seat next to him, he gave a wide-eyed glance.
Seriously? He knew that in bars, a lot of people were smashed, but this was like the fourth person in four feet that was out of their mind! Could no one hold their alcohol?! Well at least he couldn't get in trouble for staring at someone....he thought.
The Italian perked up hearing slurred Spanish, one of his eyes gaining a twitch as he translated it mentally. Despite his faked ignorance, he learned a little bit of Spanish from when he was little. Not like he used the crappy language though. Italian was much better.
Tearing his eyes away from the water, Romano stared at the man next to him. Jumping like a scared cat, the man's head slammed against the bar. Romano's mouth opened in a small 'o' as he blinked. Taking the chance to inspect him, Romano turned to face the bar.
The man next to him had curly hair, brunette. It didn't look like it was fake, so it was probably natural. He stunk of alcohol. Taking another sip of water, he realized that the other probably was completely off his rocker. Would Ricky let him get away with taunting the idiot? He had to be a idiot didn't he? Maybe he could get the other to play limbo, and watch him flail.
A small grin passed over his face, completely lost in his fault as the other suddenly shot into a sitting position. Clutching the glass a little tighter, Romano probably gave the look of a 'Deer caught in the headlights' as the Americans say. Romano tilted his head softly as he spoke. "Never in my life, would I meet someone who was completely smashed, and make that much of a impression." He snorted. "What's your reason to drown yourself in a drink that does nothing to help you?"
Whoops. The Italian gulped. That wasn't supposed to come out. Holding the strong glance, he hoped the other wasn't a angry drunk. He could always vault himself over the bar....
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