No Damn to Give !?

[Mai Valentine.]

an' I don't really care , if ya think I'm strange ,
i ain't gonna change .

----- The lights were dim, the music was loud, and the single males were getting on Mai's nerves. Just part of the job, right? Money was money, and it didn't matter as to how you were making it when you had no where else to go. There was nothing to complain about when your boss was going to give you a raise if you let him bend you over his office desk twice every three months, even if he had a wife. As long as the ends were met, and Mai had a roof over her head with a stocked fridge, she wouldn't utter a complaint. Not yet, at least. Wasn't like the single males that were always hitting on her actually ticked her off. If they did, it was a simple knee to the groin to shut them up.

----- Friday nights always started out like this. The rush was through the door, and everyone was taking their comfortable spots, either on the dance floor, in a booth, or up at the bar. Which just happened to be Mai's territory. Of course, there were a few waitresses, and a couple more bartenders, but she was the most known out of all the employees. And not out of choice. The blue hair and sassy attitude really makes an imprint, drunk or sober. It also happened to be the most annoying area within the building whenever she was working. Piles upon piles of males, sometimes females, would sit along the oak bar and almost offer themselves to her. None of them were even worth the breath of a harsh no, so her lips stayed sealed. Some were worth a sarcastic remark, but nothing else.

----- If only someone was willing to, or could, make things a bit more interesting. But that was too much to ask for. The more she asked, or hoped, for, the less she got in the line of customers. And as if to prove her point, a newcomer pushed onto a bar stool and gave her that look. The one that told her instantly that he was trying to see through her clothes. With a sigh, and a roll of her eyes, she moved from her own stool, tallying the people who came into the club. With a small raise of her eyebrow, she leaned against the bar and waited for him to mention what he wanted to drink. All he did was give her a grin and waggle his eyebrows a little.

----- Squaring her jaw, she looked over his shoulder at one of the bouncers who was already starting to get just as annoyed with the silent male. Turning her attention back to him, she shook her head. "This isn't a showcase, bud. Either you buy something, or you get outta my face." The male looked surprised, and shuddered an order of water. Another shake of her head, she grabbed a glass and quickly poured him his water. Slamming the glass down in front of him, she ignored his complaints as some of the liquid splashed against the crotch of his suit pants. Normally she wouldn't have been so rude, but he had asked for it. Not only was he being annoying, but he was also married. That gold banner on his finger only made it more obvious with the way it shined in the over head black lights. Moron.

----- Pacing to the other end, she gave a couple guys refills, took some first orders for a couple chicks, and then was back at the other end, serving drinks. Silently, in her head, Mai wished that at least someone within the club was going to give her something to think about, and most likely regret, when she woke up the next morning.

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notes: sorry for the crap post .
tagged: jim .
word count: 623 words.
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[Jim Powers]

j a m e spowers *

^{i see your dirty face, high behind your collar. what is
done in vain, truth is hard to swallow. so you pray to god,
to justify the way you live a lie. live a lie, live a lie.
and you take your time, and you do your crime.
well you made your bed, i’m in mine .}

Jim Powers was bored out of his mind. He hated being bored, and usually was able to make his own fun but tonight he just couldn't. He was sick of the same old bimbos and was in the mood for change. One of the guys he had met on the tour had told him about a local club and Jim had decided that tonight would be the perfect night to check it out. He walked around for a bit until he found the place he was looking for.

It wasn't as busy as he had expected it to be. Grinning, Jim approached the bouncer and said "Slow night, eh?", his voice had a thick British accent. The bouncer, a big scary looking bloke nodded and showed Jim the way in. "Well, that was much easier then I had expected." he said aloud to nobody in particular. They must have been desperate for customers that night. The place was crowded but not as crowded as what he had expected. His soft brown eyes looked around and to his dissapointment, he couldn't find anyoneinteresting. "Bugger." he mumbled.

He looked around again, this time looking for the bar. He saw some people giving him looks which wasn't so suprising, he definately looked quite odd. His brown hair was all messy and matted as if he had just rolled out of bed, most people thought it strange but he liked it. Ignoring the stares he moseyed on over to the bar which wasn't too crowded much to his delight. He found an empty stool next to some bloke in a suit who was complianing about his pants being wet. "You look a bit old for someone who isn't potty-trained." he said sarcastically to the fellow who was now patting his crotch in hope of drying his pants.

Shuddering, Jim looked for the bartender and found her. He was taken aback by what he saw. It wasn't the blue hair that now had him speechless but it was how bloody beautiful the girl was. She had a very almost classic look to her (aside from the hair of course) and she was most definately stunning. "Blimey." he whispered to himself. Snapping out of his little trance, he cleared his throat. "Hello there! I assume you're the bartender, right?" he asked, hoping he wasn't mistaken. A beautiful creature like her who also was a bartender was basically the perfect woman in Jim's eyes. Trying not to stre, he bobbed his head along to the music and looked around a bit. He had definately found someone interesting tonight, and he was hoping he'd get lucky.

word count: 437
post status: to mai!
outfit: click!
credit: becca.x @ CAUTION 2.0
notes: sucktacular post on my part! lmao.

[Mai Valentine.]

an' I don't really care , if ya think I'm strange ,
i ain't gonna change .

----- It wasn't hard to catch on to the small vibe that drifted with Jimmy as he moved inside the club. There was something about him that just, completely made Mai fall a little out of her usual pace. Her eyelids blinked as she looked around, clearly feeling some kind of pulse around her that was different. Pushing her lips, she tilted her head and tried to get the feeling off her back so she could concentrate on her work.

----- A slight smirk pulled over Mai's lips as she heard the small comment being said to the male she had given water to. Her head didn't lift from the glass she was refilling, though the smirk was noticed by most of the people she was currently standing in front of. Clearing her throat, she whipped her face off and put the bottle of whiskey back under the counter. About to start reordering some glasses, seeing as how most of them weren't in use and jumped, Mai's eye slowly drifted towards the end of the bar. At first, she could only see the male who was still whining about his pants. And then she caught sight of Jim's hair. With her curiosity getting the best of her, her green eyes traveled the rest of his head, seeing his face. Her gaze lowered to where he disappeared behind the counter.

----- Before she could fully stop checking him out, he was speaking. Something about the bartender? Her mind instantly clued in. She was the bartender. He was talking to her. Straightening, her hands smoothing out the corset tank top she was currently wearing, she cleared her throat and nodded in his direction. Making her way towards him, a challenging smile touching her lips as she did. "Your assumption is correct," Leaning against the bar in front of him, she gave him a playful wink and gestured to the alcohol lining the wall behind the counter. "Anything I could get you, Stud?" Mhmm, his accent was delicious.

----- Whoever this guy was, he really looked like he was worth getting complaints from other customers because she was ignoring them. Of course, his looks had been the first thing to pull her in. His hair was a mess, sloppy, yet extremely attractive as it framed his face. Anyone with a look like that surely had something up his sleeve. But the voice had really riled her in. All those movies, with the British men in them, had made Mai almost tremble in her seat while she watched them. It had been a small fantasy, kind of, to sleep with someone who had a thick accent. And this guy, whomever he was, was really hitting the slot perfectly. Hopefully, he was willing to give up his name, as well as his time. Mai wasn't one to be taken easily, even if all she wanted was to be grabbed around the waist and hauled off to his bedroom.

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status: completed !
notes: thar! much better, eh?
tagged: jim .
word count: 489 words.
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[Jim Powers]

j a m e spowers *

^{i see your dirty face, high behind your collar. what is
done in vain, truth is hard to swallow. so you pray to god,
to justify the way you live a lie. live a lie, live a lie.
and you take your time, and you do your crime.
well you made your bed, i’m in mine .}

He found himself staring at her once more. It couldn't be helped. She was incredibly attractive in an incredibly unique way. After sleeping with the same groupie-types for so long, unique was defiantely a good thing in Jim's book. He couldn't help but notice her looking at him too. The thought was enough to make him grin a bit.

She replied that she was the bartender which was a bit of a relief. It would've been awkward if she was really the bartender's girlfriend or something who was just watching over things while her man went to the john. That would have been incredibly awkward and would have probably resulted in a black eye. He knew that from first hand experience. Jim straightened up a bit and tried to forget about that little incident. It wasn't one of his favorite experiences.

He couldn't help but laugh when she called him 'Stud'. That was a first. "Stud? Really? I kind of like that." he said a bit smugly. He wasn't trying to be smug, it was in his nature and being called 'Stud' added to his already big ego. Now, to get back to the matter at hand, what he would be drinking. "Hmm...do you think you could whip me up a gin and coke? It's like a rum and coke only there's no rum." he said playfully. He had a bizarre sense of humor which most people didn't get. But then again, most Americans didn't understand British humor so it was probably more of a British thing than a Jim thing.

He wanted to know what her name was. A girl as interestingly lovely looking as she was, probably had an equally interesting name. "So, do you have a name or can I just call you the lovely bartender?" he asked, wishing that he hadn't put it that way. Hopefully, she'd look past his stupidity and give him a name. He would laugh if she had a plain, boring name like Emily or Rose or some shit like that.

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post status: to mai!
outfit: click!
credit: becca.x @ CAUTION 2.0
notes: Poor Jim. I think he's in wuuuuuuvvvvv! Haha.

[Mai Valentine.]

( an' I don't really care, if ya think I'm strange )

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Mai's eyes widened a little, her eyebrows lifted a bit in a small waggle as he mentioned that he enjoyed being called 'Stud'. She bit her tongue, holding back another addition to the sentence that could get her into a lot of trouble. Well, trouble, if he was some kind of possessive rapist. So, instead, she cleared her throat and whispered, "Well, you're quite welcome." Leaning a little more into the counter, she gave him a sassy wink and straightened a little when he opened his mouth again, this time telling her what he'd like to drink. Of course, she had a feeling that he wasn't about to just let her off the hook that easily, even though Mai wasn't about to allow him to know her interest until a little more down the road.

Where was the suspense, otherwise?

With a narrow of her green eyes, she tilted her head lightly with a soft smile. "Don't worry, love. I've been working with alcohol far before I was legally allowed to. I think I can mix your drink the way you want it," Even though what she said could have been taken like she wasn't too pleased with his commentary, her playful smile pushed all those things away. Turning on her heels, she grabbed a thick glass and routed for a minute to find the best kind of alcohol they had to his tastes, and poured in well over the pay limit. No one would notice, apart from him. He'd be drinking it, after all. Pushing the cap back on, she reached into the mini fridge and grabbed the bottle of coke from the bottom rack. Filling the rest of the cup up with pop, she gave the male another smile and slid it in front of him.

As she was putting the coke away, she had to serve another couple, quickly mixing their martinis and shoving them into their hands before returning to her spot in front of Jimmy. A soft laugh pushed from her lips as he asked about her name, and the way he had worded it. "You want to know my name? Well, that's unusual, considering most men just want my booze." Leaning against the counter, she slid a little bit towards him, her cleavage most likely clearly visible. Reaching a hand over, she gripped the collar of his opened dress shirt and pulled him forward. Her lips reached his ear, and hesitated before she spoke. "That's kind of service, you can't buy. You want my name, you earn it."

Before pulling away, she gave his ear a soft nibble and pulled back, her eyes narrowed challengingly towards him as she squared her bare shoulders. Would he play, or would he pay and leave? Most of the men paid and left her to her thought, and disappointment. But something told her, on the inside, that he wasn't exactly shallow like that. That he'd want to see what she was hiding.

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[Jim Powers]

j a m e spowers *

^{i see your dirty face, high behind your collar. what is
done in vain, truth is hard to swallow. so you pray to god,
to justify the way you live a lie. live a lie, live a lie.
and you take your time, and you do your crime.
well you made your bed, i’m in mine .}

Jim couldn't help but smile at her playfulness. He winked back at her. There was no need for it but, he did it because he could and because he couldn't think of anything else to say. She seemed to be just as interested as he was but he still wasn't sure. He had a couple of pick-up lines that he was thinking of using but, he didn't want to scare the lass away. He scrunched his nose at the thought of using one of those corny pick-up lines. He didn't need them, he was Jim Fucking Powers. All he needed was his hair, his charm and his accent.

She told him a bit about her experience with alcohol and reassured him that she could fix his drink. "Really? Well, that's a relief. This whole time I thought you were a bartender because you were cute." he laughed. He was probably over-doing it a bit but, it didn't matter. If she could keep up with his wit then she was worth hi time. If not, well, he was certain she wasn't the only blue haired bartender in Pomona. He watched her intently as she fixed him his drink and was impressed by the grace and ease she showed while doing it. She placed his drink in front of him and he took a sip, savoring it. It was good. He could tatse the alcohol and it was just the way he liked it. "Well, you passed. That's very good, love. I'm impressed." he said rying his hardest to sound scholarly.

He watched her reaction to his question. She seemed calm and cool and collected. She was definately confident and he liked that. A lot. "Well, of course I want your name.Jim couldn't help but smile at her playfulness. He winked back at her. There was no need for it but, he did it because he could and because he couldn't think of anything else to say. She seemed to be just as interested as he was but he still wasn't sure. He had a couple of pick-up lines that he was thinking of using but, he didn't want to scare the lass away. He scrunched his nose at the thought of using one of those corny pick-up lines. He didn't need them, he was Jim Fucking Powers. All he needed was his hair, his charm and his accent.

She told him a bit about her experience with alcohol and reassured him that she could fix his drink. "Really? Well, that's a relief. This whole time I thought you were a bartender because you were cute." he laughed. He was probably over-doing it a bit but, it didn't matter. If she could keep up with his wit then she was worth hi time. If not, well, he was certain she wasn't the only blue haired bartender in Pomona. He watched her intently as she fixed him his drink and was impressed by the grace and ease she showed while doing it. She placed his drink in front of him and he took a sip, savoring it. It was good. He could tatse the alcohol and it was just the way he liked it. "Well, you passed. That's very good, love. I'm impressed." he said rying his hardest to sound scholarly.

He watched her reaction to his question. She seemed calm and cool and collected. She was definately confident and he liked that. A lot. "Well, of course I want your name! You're a damn good bartender!" he said, trying to maych her air of confidence but almost certain that he couldn't and probably looked like an idiot. He found his eyes wandering a bit and caught a quick glimpse of her cleavage. He looked away and hoped she hadn't caught him peeking. The next thing he knew, she had him by the collar and was whispering seductively into his ear. According to the broad, he'd have to earn her name. She was definately a saucy one, he liked that. He liked that a lot. "Really? And how exactly would one earn the privelage of knowing your name, hmmm?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk. He had half a mind to just grab her and kiss her right then and there but, decided to take his time.

She nibbled on his ear before pulling away. He had a stupid grin on his face, like a pre-pubescent boy who had a crush on a schoolmate which made him really look like a doofus now. "Well, two can play at that game, love." he said as "seductively" as he could. He got up and strutted his way over to the little counter where the entrance to the back of the bar was. He flipped the counter over and walked right up to where she now stood. "Hey mna, you can't do that." the pantswetter said to which Jim only replied with his middle finger. He grabbed the girl around the waist and just kissed her. He didn't want to be too forceful and scare her off but he didn't want to be too timid or anything either. As he kissed her he thought about how stupid he was for doing this but he didn't care and hopefully the chick wouldn't either

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credit: becca.x @ CAUTION 2.0
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