alone in a world that's so cold, VINCENT

[NATALIE MARTEL]

I MAKE THE MOST OF ALL THE STRESS & I'M FREAKING OUT
I TRY TO LIVE WITHOUT REGRETS

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Natalie's night had begun perfectly.

Arriving at the bar just a few minutes past eleven, Natalie was in a good mood. The cute party dress she had stolen earlier than day hung to her curves perfectly and caught the attention of every older man at the bar. Instead of satisfying their fantasies and looking their way, she had sidled up to an attractive younger man who bought her drinks and told her how nice she looked. It was rare for her to get so many compliments. Perhaps it was because she had been sober all day and the bags under her eyes were hidden under a mask of makeup. Her usually loud and crude mouth was shut by the straw that transfered liquor from her glass into her stomach. Natalie was in no mood to ruin someones night at this point.

But as the night progressed, Natalie became bored of the boy who was chatting her up. Sure he was clean cut and extremely attractive, but the boring talk about his fathers multi million dollar company caused her to yawn. Excusing herself from the conversation, Natalie slipped off her stool and made her way to the bathroom. It wasn't until she walked into a stall did she realize how much liquor she had already consumed. The small stall was starting to spin around her. Bracing herself on the toilet, Natalie reached into her tight dress and pulled out a small bag of blow. Maybe it wasn't the conversation that was boring her, it was the itch to satisfy her craving. With a smirk gracing her drunken lips, she cut three perfect lines on her id case while ignoring the girl outside who told her to hurry up "Fuck off" She murmured under her breath before swiftly inhaling the first two lines without hesitation. It wasn't until the third line disappeared that Natalie started to feel the high. Utter bliss.

Shoving her id case back under her dress, Natalie pushed herself out of the stall. In the meantime, the door hit the girl who was waiting and sent her flying onto the floor. With a giggle, Natalie left the girl cursing on the floor trying to pick a fight. Natalie Martel wasn't the girl one would want to pick a fight with. Natalie tried her best to avoid the guy she left hanging at the bar. Quickly she slipped into the far shadow of the bar, taking a seat at a vacant table which was dimly lit. Signaling over a bartender, Natalie pulled a few bills out of her id case and slid them toward the guy when he arrived "Long island ice tea or something? Make it really fucking strong" She murmured, slouching back into her seat once he left. It wasn't until she rested her head against the seat that it hit her. Something was wrong. Instead of feeling blissful and happy, Natalie was overwhelmed with sadness and the need to lie down. Whether it was the drinks the stranger had bought her or bad coke, she didn't know.

Pushing herself up, all she could do was smile at the bartender when he brought her a drink and then sit back down. The entire room spun around her, pushing her stomach over the edge and her mind into tail spins. In an attempt to sober up, Natalie started to gulp down the drink but was only greeted with a more sickening feeling. Moaning quietly, Natalie grabbed her head and slowly lowered herself onto the covered bench she was sitting on. Within minutes, she had passed out, her drink barely touched and her dress slowly riding up her thighs.

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STATUS // finished
TAGS // vincenttt
WORDS // eight hundred somethin
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[VINCENT BOOTHE]

The night wasn't the least bit unusual for Vincent. Go to what was supposedly work and make a good amount of money. But what consisted of work was more of a pleasure than business. Although he wasn't allowed to drink, he got to flirt with some of the most beautiful ladies, some looking for a good time, others heartbroken and needing consoling, and some women even looking for a way to cheat in their relationships. Which, Vincent didn't mind at all. A beautiful girl was a beautiful girl, and plus, who was he to know if she was tied down in a relationship? It wasn't his problem, and it didn't need to be.

He ran his fingers through his brown locks as he flashed a smile to a woman he had been talking to across the bar. She had been visiting from New York and was looking for a good time tonight since her "girl's weekend out" ended with her girlfriends all getting laid before her. Vincent wasn't exactly interested but the girl was far too wasted to even be able to construct a full sentence that made sense. To his relief he was flashed down by the new bartender that was having trouble making his first Long Island Iced Tea. He held up a finger to the slurring mess in front of him as he walked along the bar lights and bottles of liquor to Johnny, the newest recruit of the bar.

The bottle of tequila spun gracefully in his hands as he poured the drink, asking Johnny along the way what the next ingredient would be. If there was one thing Vincent loved doing, it was showing off. He looked up and noticed he had caught the eye of some cougar sitting across the bar next to what seemed to be her husband. The woman nodded, agreeing with a story she had no interest in as her eyes watched Vincent mixing a drink. He grinned to himself and handed Johnny the drink. He watched as he made his way over to the customer who had ordered it.

When Johnny set the drink down next to her, his eyes followed the drink to the customer, a red headed girl who was slumped over, looking sick. It wasn't a foreign look to Vincent, and he set a mental reminder to watch her. Every night this occurred. Someone passing out and him having to call a taxi home, or having to sit after hours with someone while he cleaned the bar. He picked up a rag and wiped around the counter, his eyes never leaving the girl. He watched as a middle-aged man eyed her, and began walking up to her, sitting next to her on the bench, his hands slowly making their way up her leg. Vincent lived for moments like this. Any excuse to kick people out of his bar. He loved the feeling of alpha dog and threw the rag down, walking over to the man and tapping him on the shoulder.

After some protest that the man had no intention of doing anything, Vincent escorted the man to the door and made his way back to the passed out young woman. He picked her up in his arms using his foot to open a door in the back of the bar that had a small bed in it and some lockers, which was the employee break room. He set her down on the bed, setting a glass of water beside her. He couldn't help but notice how form fitting her dress was, and struggled to keep his eyes on her face. He had noticed that she wasn't carrying a purse or wallet with her, and guessed to himself that it was tucked away in her dress, as most girl's did. Unfortunately for Vincent, that meant he had to wait till she came to for him to actually have some way of getting her name, or address to get her home. He absentmindedly pushed some hair out of her face, noticing the many freckles splashed across her face. Damn those redheads and those adorable freckles.

OOC: I'm trying to register for a graphics site to get a nifty template so sorry my post is so boring for right now. ):