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Thread: Over the Tracks (Corybantic + Blinkk)

When the woman turned to bring her gaze onto him, Harrison was momentarily struck dumb. Her eyes were frosted blue, like a glacier he had seen from a plane when returning from active deployment. He sensed a little more resemblance than just the color, because these too were distant, and perhaps a little cold. And like that glacier, he hoped for a chance one day to see them from up close and maybe even wake up next to them. Surprise me she said. The voice was light and a little unsure. Definitely not her plan to be here tonight, but enjoyed the company of her friends too much to pass up the opportunity. Harrison grabbed a bottle of dark rum from the quick pour rack in front of him. A glass was procured from a tray to his left, set upon the bar on a napkin. He grabbed the ice scoop in his left hand and, indulging in a bit of flair tending, he flipped the Bundaberg bottle lightly and caught it lightly but surely, perfectly vertical with the pour spout over the glass. As he counted to three, he plunged the scoop through the ice and let the cubes cascade musically, settling in the dark brown liquid. With a nonchalant twist of the wrist, the flow of alcohol stopped abruptly, and he snaked the bottle back to it's home next to the rest of the house brands. He topped the glass off with coke from the soda gun, and garnished the drink with a lime twist for that quasi-cuba-libre feel and presented his creation for her consideration with a subtle flourish of the wrists, like the world's most indifferent magician. ignore the mistake in the previous entry. He meant to give her the choice between dark or light rum, not white or black. Dark Rum and Coke he announced, ringing up her drink and change. He slid the tarnished metal change tray next to her drink and smiled. Now he had her attention, he had to ensure the bait was well and truly taken, to make assurance double sure that she'd be coming back his way anytime she wanted a drink, or if he was lucky, a casual conversation inasmuch as that was possible conducted at full bellow. He leaned as far forward as the bar would allow as she reached forward to take her change. He beckoned her a little closer, and at what passed at a club for an intimate volume a loud speaking voice anywhere else he said to her, conspiratorially, Your friend Carrie will be fine. Freddy's not a creep like some of the others. He know's he'll get some tonight, and it don't bother him none if it doesn't turn out to be her. He gestured to a lycra-clad, stiletto heeled Philipino woman pressing herself up against a tall, curly blond haired man with a soft, baby-face that nevertheless contrived to hint at a darker mien beneath. Now Barry does not like hearing no if he's set his sights on someone. but by the looks of tonight's contestant, that is highly unlikely. Anyway, you have a good time tonight, Jo... He took a stab ...anne.
Thread: Over the Tracks (Corybantic + Blinkk)

Josephine's eyes trailed over the man, watching the show before her with a smile. The man was showing off as well? She hadn't seen any of the other bartenders performing anything of the sort that night no matter how many people she had watched them serve. His flashy serving enticed his customer enough that she simply couldn't tear her eyes away from him. Monica had seemed to have vanished from her side, which she only noticed thanks to another man snaking up beside her to fill the empty spot. The blonde angled her body away from him ever so slightly, pleased to have someone else to focus on instead of thinking about who may have been beside her at that moment. Despite the impressive show, it didn't take long for the skilled creator to deliver the drink to her, displaying it in front of her on a clean napkin. It was certainly appeasing to her senses and the woman handed over the proper amount of money, holding up her hand for him to keep the change. She made sure it was worth it not a dollar or a few cents, but something worth him keeping. She lifted the glass to her lips briefly, taking a sip before she decided to focus on the man ahead of her. he was narrowing in on her and after that show and the taste of the drink, she didn't mind giving him a bit of attention as well. The blonde did as he asked with the motion, leaning on the bar to hear him better. His advice about Carrie was a bit of a relief, but had her worried at the same time. Carrie may have given it up to Freddy, but it all depended on how many drinks he pumped into her. Just like many of her friends, drinks were something they weren't used to and the whole group of them were small and lightweights. At least he wasn't going to push Carrie too far. As for the other woman, she looked like she was certainly going to give something up. Josephine raised one of her light brown eyebrows as she looked over the newest couple. The song began to change, along with the movement of their bodies and cued the return of her friend. Come on! Dance! she called happily, tugging at her friend's hand to bring her away from the bar. Josephine faltered, pulling back from her to turn back to the bartender. Nice try, she commented with a smile. Guess again. I'll be back. That was a promise she was planning on keeping with the man. She waved the last three fingers of her glass-holding hand as she started away, her other hand tight in Monica's grasp. With a final lingering look at the man, Joe flashed another smile with a quick nod of her head before vanishing into the crowd to give this world a good try.
Thread: Over the Tracks (Corybantic + Blinkk)

In a swirl of blue, and a flash of a smile, she was gone, leaving Harrison with a pleasant memory and a moderate tip. He couldn't keep the smile off his face as he moved on to the next customer, and the next, in the never-satiated mass of humanity who all seemed to know a slightly different recipe for their favorite cocktail than anyone else ever. Occasionally he would meet a pair of blue eyes across the bar top, but he was left disappointed as they failed to meet the electric intensity of the eyes he was hoping to catch again. As he hustled and bustled, Harrison reflected somewhat sadly that sometimes he was little better than the pickup merchants and lotharios who preyed on the unsuspecting. He had a patter that drew them in, an ability to rapidly categorize and pigeonhole, and how to cultivate their interest in him. It was a skill that had resulted in everything from a quick and dirty back alley blowjob to hooking up with his most recent long term girlfriend. He wondered what kept him from descending to the level of cynicism required to churn through a new girl every three days or more. Once or twice, He was able to sneak a look over at the dance floor. It was easy to appreciate the fluid grace of her body as she moved to the pulsing beat. He noticed with some concern, and not a little jealousy, that Jo and her friends were drawing quite a crowd, a mix of both regulars and blow-ins. From the distance, though, he couldn't tell what if any interest she as showing in return. More unfortunately, the bar was starting to get packed again, and it was Yvonne's break Much to the disappointment of the three guys who'd been barnacles on his bar for the better part of the last hour trying to get her number and so it was just the two of them. It was at least another half hour before he was able to come up for air.
Thread: Over the Tracks (Corybantic + Blinkk)

Kenny tapped him on the shoulder and nodded to Joe at the bar. A broad smile broke out on Harrison's face as he spotted her. While he was confident that he had secured her services as his primary bar flirt for the evening, the actuality of what that entailed, namely that outfit, those eyes and that figure smiling welcomingly at him was a warm feeling that made working the bar on nights like these bearable. Harrison acknowledged Jo with a nod, even as he was listening to Kenny pushing him to make the next move with this girl, taking a break just when contact had been re-established. Yvonne was technically not back from break for 15 minutes, but hey, Harrison thought, Kenny knows what he's in for. God knows he'd covered for Kenny often enough. Not surprisingly, when the white-collar, whitebread crowd came to slum it, a 6 foot 3 black man with fabulous hair who spoke to each and every one of them at least once a night got a fair bit of play. Yvonne, technically, played both sides against the other, but Harrison suspected that it was mostly for tips. Women bartenders in his experience were more picky, and the best and best looking ones had every right to be. They were more likely to find someone for a tumble from the other bar or wait staff, rather than from the hoi-polloi. And Harrison had only had to call dibs on a couple of girls since Yvonne had started work there 6-9 months ago. He lined up 2 glasses this time, skipping the majority of the flair tend in the interest of speed, and soon produced 2 rum and cokes, one placed on the bar in front of Joe, the other in front of him. He leaned forward as he took her money and said I'm off for a quick break if you'd like some company? The selling point is that not only am I on a time limit, I'm tethered to one position after that and so you can easily find or avoid me depending on your preference. You can't loose. he grinned. Anticipating a positive response he grabbed his drink and made his way around the bus-boy's entrance to the bar, stepping down to the club level and heading towards this beautiful creature. Do you want to go somewhere where a conversation can be held without shouting? he asked firstly when he made his way around to Jo.
Thread: Over the Tracks (Corybantic + Blinkk)

A mischievousness shine flashed across the woman's eyes as she passed over the money, this time with a smaller tip. If the man was ready to question her, she had a good response it wasn't that she couldn't afford it but Harrison was bout to get some time with her. Hearing that he was going onto his break was pleasing and she gladly accepted his offer with a short nod, taking the drink from the bar. Sounds like a great deal, she responded with another perfect smile, sliding back from the bar to wait for him to come around. She nudged Emily and gave her a short command to go back to the group and that she'd be there soon. The blonde nodded and ran off, dragging her man behind her, quite pleased with what had happened so far that evening. Josephine on the other hand waited for Harrison to join her, carefully sipping at her drink to make it last this time. She couldn't down this one like she had the last, knowing the liquid courage may come in handy when talking to her new friend. Butterflies were already settled in her stomach but now that she had a solid meet up, they seemed to flutter even more than when she passed over the threshold of the bar. Another sip calmed them, but only for a quick second as she spotted Harrison coming through the crowd and joined her. The bass began to pump that much louder when he came close, forcing the woman to inch closer to hear him. It was almost as if it had been planned but anyone with any sense would assume it had been a handy coincidence. Thanks to that change, Josephine took a second longer to recognize his words but once she did, she gave a quick nod. Please! If she was dancing she wouldn't have minded but this was a horrible spot to try to hold a conversation. Once she agreed, her stomach twisted with nerves. She was enjoying the dancing and the company of her friends so why exactly did she agree to such a thing? It was hard for ever her to realize why she had. But it was too late. Perhaps they could go back to the floor before his break ended. Her blue hues wandered over Harrison for a moment before she began to follow him to the more peaceful place. Or where she imagined would be peaceful. Harrison had a pretty face so it wasn't as if she would hate looking at him but she'd have to see how he could use his words. That was often times a deciding factor for her with how he spoke and what he knew.
Thread: Over the Tracks (Corybantic + Blinkk)

Harrison led Joe to the smoking room on the upper level of the club. Technically a balcony, regulations meant that it had to be completely sealed off from the main club and open to the air, so the owner had built a glass wall sectioning off almost a quarter of the upper floor, and this meant that it was also insulated slightly from the noise of the music that the DJ was pumping out. Not to waste an opportunity, Harrison lit a cigarette and offered one to his lovely companion. He sits at an empty table, of the high stools and chest high tabletop. He puts his drink down and extends a hand to Joe. I'm Harrison, but for the love of all that is holy please do not call me Harry. You, I know are Jo.....'lene? She shook her head. No, that one was a stretch. But I'll get it eventually. I'm pretty sure it's your first time here? Not to sound too corny, but I'm sure I would have remembered a face like yours before. You're pretty much a gemstone in a sea of glass in a place like this. He took a drag of his cigarette and finally listened to that voice which tells you you're running off at the mouth and not letting your conversation partner answer any question you actually pose. He coughed, slightly embarrassed and tried again. So are you having a good time? I got the feeling earlier that this wasn't your idea. Didn't want to come out? or just not out this side of town? Try as he might, he couldn't quite rid the last question of the slight derision the locals in the poorer part of town had for anyone else who was almost by default better off than them.
Thread: Over the Tracks (Corybantic + Blinkk)

Josephine looked around the room they had entered, noting that it was of a higher class that what was down below. There were less people above and Joe could only guess it was a VIP lounge of some sort. Not that she minded. The people who were inside were all tied up in their own conversations, many of them flirting in their own little world, taking no note of the couple who had just come inside. Her attention was caught by the small, thin stick Harrison had offered her and she took it with just an ounce of interest. She had smoked once before and was caught... That didn't end well. But here, she would probably stand out if she didn't take him up on the offer. With that thought in mind, Joe took the cigarette between her fingers and lit it with a quick borrow of his lighter. She took a seat beside Harrison, pleased with the change in volume of the upper room. She took the man's hand and smiled, giving him a small, short nod. Nice to meet you, Harrison, she responded, taking a sip of her drink as he continued to guess. Jo lene ? She was glad her parents didn't pick that name. She would certainly be Joe if that was her name. Think more French, she suggested, placing the end of her smoke to her lips, pulling in a breath of smoke with ease. The man continued and the woman certainly didn't mind the light conversation between the two of them. You're right, it wasn't my idea at all, she agreed. I've been out all day working so this wasn't exactly what I was planning to do. But I don't regret it. It's been... Her words faded as she thought of a good way to explain things. ... Worth it. To put it simply. She took another sip of her drink, shifting slightly in her seat. I've never had a chance to come over here, but I've wanted to, to be honest. Which is the only reason why I agreed to do this. Pretty glad I did. Her lips pulled back into a smile, her eyes glittering with glee as she happily looked him over. Do you work here every night or will I miss you if I come by again?
Thread: Over the Tracks (Corybantic + Blinkk)

Harrison watched the expressions and emotions come and go across her face. It was like a sculpture come to life, and captivating. He smiled and nodded as she talked of her friends. As a fairly solitary soul, Harrison had never kept a group of friends very long. He had acquaintances, he'd been part of a crew, and the army growing up. But soon he moved on from them. He had people who he owed favors to, and people who owed him favors. At a certain level of this side of town, that was as friendly as people got. One of the dealers he used to know always said that only a friend can shoot you in the back. His entertainment was usually taken alone, or in those rare times when he was part of a couple, he usually just tagged along with his girl's friends. I'm full time here, I'm off on Mondays and one other day that's a bit more of a crapshoot. he smiled at what he took was a compliment that she was glad she had made the trip. But what about you. Where would I go to see you at work? Or are you a woman of leisure with a wealthy benefactor somewhere funding your lavish lifestyle he jokingly added. Certain signs definitely pointed to a woman with, if not a job, then certainly an inner purpose of some kind. He really had an instinct that she was some sort of artist. He was familiar with many of the personalities that crossed the threshold to the grittier side once a month or more. Some were there to heighten their own sense of superiority. Some were just cruising for a bit of rough god know's he'd been that on several occasions, but Joe managed to defy any genuine attempts at being pigeonholed. He had known a few of these in his time, and if being unconventional and unpredictable more often than not had the painting gene or some similar bent. He was enjoying the light conversation, but could sense the beauty in front of him was longing somewhat to get back on the floor and like Marshal Mathers before her, to lose herself in the music. Harrison was not known for his dancing, but he sensed that this might be an inevitable next step. He hoped he could keep out of sight of the bar, if it came to that. With everyone's phone including a video camera these days, he knew that Kenny and Yvonne would make enough of a deal about it that next weeks DJ would somehow include a clip of it in the visuals for his set or something.
Thread: Over the Tracks (Corybantic + Blinkk)

Josephine laughed, almost melodically, at Harrison's suggestion that she had someone backing her daily needs up. She shook her head, the smile sticking to her lips as she lifted a finger, as if to point something out. I wish, she commented jokingly. No, I work in a cafe on the East side. One of those upscale places that the middle class comes into on special dates. The building was designed to be a place between the upper and middle class sections of the city for both classes to enjoy. People from both sides of the street could come in and be equals in the server's eyes. Josephine loved it for several reasons, including getting wonderful tips from those who came in to treat themselves. It took her mind away from her tougher job as well and gave her plenty of time to practice when she wasn't on duty, even if it was just a chance to look over her music. Which brought her to her next job... And I'm a part of the erm... the orchestra in the city. She took a sip, her eyes slowly wandering away from Harrison. She could bet that her temporary host could guess she was something more than just a pretty face from a material world. Her gaze turned back to him in time to catch a glance at his reaction before she took the glass away from her lips to set it back on the table. Second chair violin, she continued with a shrug of her shoulders, running a finger slowly over the top of her glass. The first chair is a horrible bi-- Joe cut herself off before she could bad mouth the man in charge of her section. The blonde cleared her throat and put the end of the cigarette to her lips and took a long drag. Letting the smoke ease past her lips, Josephine dropped her gaze again, trailing over the crowd below, watching as the bodies continued to move with the muffled beat. He's a bit full of himself, she finished, turning back to Harrison again, wiggling her shoulders to get into a more comfortable position against the chair. The fingers of her free hand fell to her hair, twirling a small red-tinted lock around her naturally tanned finger. We'll just put it that way.
Thread: Over the Tracks (Corybantic + Blinkk)

Harrison laughed at Joe's remark about the first violinist. Seems like that's Murphy's law. The chances of a person being someone you can't stand greatly increases when they're in a position either of authority or a position you'd like to be. He shrugged. I remember there was this Staff Sergeant. Hernandez, I think his name was. Nasty son of a bitch, somehow managed to be in a unit with three sergeants under him, and boy did he let us know about that half a rank he had above us. He sighed, thinking of his time in a foreign country and those that were still there. But he got his just deserts. He got promoted. To a desk, we heard. I don't know much from the next guy, but that sounds like Karma to me. He notices that regaling his time with the military does not fascinate this gorgeous lady in the slightest. So, Violin? Don't they get all the choice parts? They're like the guitarists in a band, aren't they his brow furrowed. Kind of like trumpets in a jazz band. I'm afraid I've never been exposed to much classical. Classic rock, maybe, but not classical. I can't help noticing your occasional longing looks back to the dancefloor. I can't promise much, but if you want, I'd be happy to sway awkwardly while you have a good time. he smiled at her.
Thread: Over the Tracks (Corybantic + Blinkk)

He had been in the military? Just the idea of that left a sour taste in Josephine's mouth. She did her very best not to show her distaste by hiding her lips behind her glass. She had met others from Uncle Sam's ranks, through her parents, and each of them had been buff, mindless, 'oorah-military' types, prepared to flaunt what the achieved or how they were some sort of grand war hero. They were exactly the type that her parents wanted for Joe strong, handsome men with a story behind their name and a ranking on their chest. Harrison didn't seem that same type, which saved him from having his guest walk away right then and there, but Josephine couldn't be too sure how he would act in the future. If there was a future... Then he asked about the violins. Joe's stomach twisted at the idea of people choosing their parts. No, she quickly said. We have to audition for the parts. If everyone chose their parts there would be no melody. It would sound disgusting . No one wants to be last chair, but they're needed. Orchestras are very different from rock bands. At least Harrison knew some kind of music that took talent. While she was enjoying the music in the club, it was mindless beats with some synthetic sounds layered over it. Perfect for grinding against each other but near-talentless. Classic rock took skill. Josephine knew that and she respected those artists just as much as she did her classic writers. Of course, she could never admit such a thing to people she worked with on stage. That would get her run out of the auditorium. Even trumpets in a jazz band need to audition for their parts. It's an important part of being in the group. Her lips pursed momentarily when the man mentioned her looks to the side, quickly formulating some sort of answer back to him. She could use that moment to make a quick get away and return to her friends but that was risking her chance at making a connection in the club and possible cheaper drinks. She doubt that would happen though, but it was a chance. And more importantly, talking to this bartender kept her away from the hands-y men below looking for a chance to grab a body against them. Harrison wasn't a bad face to look at either. So all together with that information, she made her brief decision. No no, I'm fine here, she told him with a faint smile. I wouldn't want to make you awkward. Besides, when your break ends, I'll have the rest of the evening to myself to dance. A good conversation away from grabby hands is a good break. And it wasn't the worst conversation she's had with a man. One of the full-of-himself marines had that award and she doubted it would ever be taken away.