OPEN :: we make the hipsters fall in love

[MADISON NOEL BOSQUE]

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Of course Madison wasn't technically allowed in the bar, but she had a fake ID. And she'd used it to get a secret job. Both really for the same thing-- to feed her addictions of various kinds. She needed cash for cigarettes, booze and coke. Those things didn't exactly come cheap. Her parents could give her plenty, but she liked a cushion with no consequences. She'd already met her dealer during the off hours and stayed for happy hour. She nursed her cocktail quietly, her dark eyes watching the bar. There were some young people here, some college kids home for the holidays and others she knew were sneaking in like her.

Madison hated to be alone, usually the parties followed her around. She was the school's all around party girl after all. She downed her drink and went into the bathroom to do a line or two. It was time to get this night rolling.

Madison sauntered back toward the bar and shrugged off her leather jacket, waiting for some company.

[GWYNEIRA MORGAN BASKERVILLE]

Gwyn made her way down to the local bar, it was one of her only nights off and her lovely fiance was away for the night, so she had logically decided to go drinking. She checked her appearance, and pulled on a dark jacket that complimented her bright red hair, before telling her aunt she'd be back later.

She kicked one of her legs over the shiny material of her moped, and begun the short drive to the bar. Of course if she was going to get drunk their was no way she'd drive it home. She took an short intake of breath before turning the key. The small moped bounced into life, and Gwyneira was off. She loved the feel of the wind running through her hair, and she had to fight the urge to close her eyes.

That would not have been ideal. She walked into the bar, eyes skimming the general area, and then stopped as they spotted a lone, and rather young looking girl. She was alone, and Gwyn didn't feel like flirting with strange men today, she was learning the whole monogamous thing. "I'll have a glass of Chardonnay" she told the bartender as she sat down. She turned around to face the other woman, "You sure do look young" she commented with an amused smirk.

Gwyneira was not one to tell on another for anything like that, she'd always loved her freedom. It had been odd moving over here - from Wales, to know that while in Wales she only had to wait two years, here had only legally been allowed to drink a few months ago, that was around three years later than back in Wales. Despite having lived in Georgia for quite some time, there was a distinctive welsh ring to her accent, which had mingled with the 'Georgian' one.

"You want anything?" she asked, not even knowing the other womans name, but she thought it was polite and all to offer.

[MADISON NOEL BOSQUE]

Madison snorted as a woman sat down asking about her age. "Well, looks can be deceiving," she said, leaning back on her barstool lightly. The woman who asked didn't seem that old, hardly old enough to call out someone who could have been them recently. Unless she was some do-gooder who never drank underage.

Madison tapped on the bar to get the bartender's attention. "I'll have another." She said. Then she looked at the red head. "I don't let chicks buy me drinks until I'm drunk enough to consider making out with them, but thanks." Madison gave her an overly sweet smile, tossing some hair over her shoulder. Madison was straight as they come, but she was young and didn't mind making out with girls when she was drunk.

Madison sniffed softly, feeling the burn of the cocaine tingle in her face. Then her drink arrived and she held it up to the red head. "Cheers." And then took a healthy sip.

[GWYNEIRA MORGAN BASKERVILLE]

Gwyneira chuckled, “very true” she commented, before taking the glass of wine from the bartender. She held it up in front of her, before taking a sip. “Mm” she moaned quietly. She always did enjoy the taste of wine. It was weak enough to not burn her throat, but strong enough that it tickled her senses. “Good wine” she told the bartender, though at the price she was paying for it, it was kind of assumed.

She told the bartender to add it to her 'tab'. She took a sip of her drink, then waved her left hand up, “I'm engaged” she told her, before holding her hand out for the other girl to shake. “Gwyneira Baskerville” she introduced herself, “You are?” she prompted.

“Not a problem” she smiled and sipped at her wine. She sat daintily, and then unzipped her leather jacket, to reveal and studded crop top. She waited till the bartender was out of ear shot, and cast a quick glance to check. “How old are you, really?” she asked, her voice low and as quiet as she could, she was pretty curious. The 21 year old, gazed expectantly at the other woman.

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[MADISON NOEL BOSQUE]

Oh god, was this chick a wine snob? Madison had no patience for people who couldn't enjoy a beer or a shot like a normal person. Wine was for middle aged people and general snobs. No wonder she kept wanting to out her age. Of course, she was in leather, but with a love of wine and a name like Gwyneria, she had to be a princess out of time. Madison just nodded at her lightly, gulping most of her drink, already tired of the conversation. "Madison." She said. "And congrats or whatever." She said in reference to the ring. She wasn't the type to fawn over a diamond and what not. If Gwyneria wanted someone to ooh and aah, she picked the wrong girl.

My, she was persistant. Madison looked at her with her eyebrows raised. "Its none of your business, old enough." Madison didn't even look that young really. She could drink in Europe. It wasn't her faut that the USA was totally ridiculous with their alcohol culture. And drugs too, come to think of it.

Madison leaned back in her chair, nursing her whisky quietly. Didn't this chick have better things to do than bother her?

[GWYNEIRA MORGAN BASKERVILLE]

Gwyneira nodded, “A pleasure to meet you Madison” she smiled, then tilted her head, and mused “I've not met a Madison before” she shrugged and took another sip of wine. “Thanks. Being engaged is not where I thought I'd be” she chuckled and shook her head, before realising that Madison probably wouldn't want to hear her life story.

Gwyn laughed heartily and gulped down more wine. “I'm welsh honey, everyone over the age of 18 is old enough to drink in my eyes” she spoke, her laughter dying down as she did. Gwyneira fiddled with her owl necklace. She stared at it, this was one way that Parker was trying to conquer her hate of birds. She had only put it on because Parker had brought it for her.

Gwen took an large sip of wine to finish the glass off. “Vodka and Coke please” she ordered waving over the bartender. He made her drink and handed it too her. She held it up to her lips. She didn't drink. She just held it there for a moment.

“What do you do then? Do you work?” she asked trying to work out the girls age. As she had said before, anyone over 18 was legal to drink in her eyes. She had lived with the UK laws for 16 years.

[MADISON NOEL BOSQUE]

Madison shook her head lightly. "I'm not really the kind of person to listen to your problems." She said, that was the bartender's job. Madison have to be there to be chatty. At the Welsh comment, Madison rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and I grew up in Europe, but we are in America now 'honey'." She pointed out, a little annoyed.

Madison nursed her drink for a moment before downing it. What she really wanted was another line. She sighed as the girl asked her about work. Madison did have a secret job, but she wasn't about to trot that out. "I'm a trust fund kid." She said bluntly.

"You?" Madison asked lightly, watching her hold her second drink. Strange choice considering she'd already had wine.

[GWYNEIRA MORGAN BASKERVILLE]

Gwyniera laughed. “I'd just figured that one out for myself. Sorry I don't usually chat like this” she chuckled away for a while, though it was somewhat untrue. Gwyn did like to talk quite a bit. “Just saying – I won't judge if you ain't twenty-one yet” she spoke, allowing herself to slip into a more informal way of speaking. Often Gwyneira liked to use proper grammar, and sometimes it was nice to let the formalities slide.

She tipped the drink up and into her mouth, lifting her hand to catch the few droplets that dripped down to her chin. She swallowed the drink down quickly, ignoring the harsh taste of vodka and focusing on the taste of the coca-cola. She licked her fingers and grinned at Madison.

“Ahh” she mumbled. Growing up on the farm, of course she was both jealous and admirational of the kids who had their lifes handed to them on a silver plate, but she enjoyed her jobs and wouldn't change them for the world – well she probably would if she were offered an modelling career.

“I'm a bartender... and a dancer... and a receptionist” she chuckled as she listed off the jobs she'd taken, of course she was only a part-timer in all of the jobs she took, but she enjoyed it. She was able to meet so many different people. From all walks of life. She flagged down the bartender, and paused for a minute then shooed him off again. She was feeling a little light headed after downing her second drink and had decided on giving herself a wee break.