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Post by stefan joseph poole on Sept 2, 2011 15:41:01 GMT -5
I ' V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.
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School would finally be starting back up soon. This year Stefan was actually given his own college course to teach. It was exciting since last year he mainly just hung around with whichever professor needed him. Now since Professor Daniels had retired it left a position. After teaching over at the high school for a little while, he was glad to be able to teach students who cared about learning. There were the few who just had to take English for a required credit but most wanted to learn. Elizabethan literature was his specialty. Sonnets always held new meanings each time he read them and made for interesting topics to teavh. After going over his outline for the year's assignments, he was free for one lat hoorah. Stefan wasn't going to get drunk like he did during this summer. Just a couple to unwind and get him ready for tomorrow. Just because he taught at a college didn't mean he had to be stuffy and never loosen up.
Ordering whatever seasonal beer had come in, Stefan gazed around the room. Tonight it wasn't too packed. Once new students realized it was here and sports started up then one wouldn't be able to move around much. Tonight there were free tables and the jukebox wasn't constantly being changed. With the glass in his hand, Stefan handed over the money. Whenever he went out he only paid with cash so he didn't run himself poor. Even with working for a college there wasn't a lot of money in teaching. It was enough to keep his one bedroom apartment, food in his stomach and gas in the car. He did a couple free lance stuff for a paper to get himself extra spending money. Not like Stefan had much he wanted, just movies and books. He wasn't one who played video games and he didn't wear out the warddrobe he had. If he was daying someome then he might actually spend his money on things. No reason to buy anything useless now.
Settling in a stool at a higher up table, Stefan took somw of the beer and foam in his mouth. One amazing thing about the autumn was no matter if leaves changed around here or not, all the fall beers came out. Pumpkin and spiced flavors were high. Pumpkin was his favorite flavor of anything so he often graced bakeries and the likes for anything in that flavor. His ideal girl would probably have to make some sort of great pumpkin treat. Short of marrying a baker, that was a pipe dream. After his last relatiomship fizzled out Stefan just played the waters. A couple times he had a casual hook up but that was te summer air. He was more of a relationship guy but after Danielle he just needed to have fun before another one. No one could blame him; they had been college sweethearts. But after school the real world set in and she had to get serious about their lives. It just drove a small wedge between them. Then that wedge grew and here he was in Santa Monica. Making the move across the country from New York had been just the change that was needed. No more constant piles of snow in the winter and constant sunshine really helped with a person's spirit. Stefan knew he was in a good mood more often then not since he had come here a year prior.
When a song began to repeat, Stefan grabbed his halfway gone beer and went over to the juke box. One hand rested on the top of it next to his drink while the other flipped through the musoc. Rock was what he really wanted. And good rock, not the lovey dovey pop rock everyone seemed into these days. He wanted good tunes, back when rock first started. As he shifted he saw a shadow cast on the wall in front of him. Turning his head back, he saw a girl a little shorter then him with raven colored hair appear. "Did you want to get in instead?" He had no troubles turning it over if she knew what she wanted for a song. Then he could spend the length of the one she chose fonding something.
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Post by charlotte amelia lamont on Sept 2, 2011 23:00:49 GMT -5
 Ugh, school. When she was little, no one ever mentioned having to go through four more years of school after high school. No one ever mentioned having to pay thirty thousand something dollars a year just for education. And no one certainty mentioned that she would be living in her older brother’s apartment for the next four years just so she could get a degree in acting and creative writing. But here Charlotte Lamont was, her car filled with school supplies, not wanting to think of what the next four years would hold. Granted, it could be a load of fun and the years could be the best four of her life, but Charlie doubted it. It seemed very unrealistic that she would enjoy bonding with people she didn’t know in a town she didn’t grow up in to learn the same stuff she had learned the last twelve years of her life, just more in depth. Call her a cynic if that seems appropriate, but Charlie felt like going to college was useless. Yet she knew she couldn’t exactly tell her doctor father and trophy wife mother that she wanted to be an actress. The two had freaked when Tristan had said he wanted to be a teacher; becoming a successful actress was even more unlikely to succeed then becoming a teacher, but Charlie wanted the challenge. Acting was her passion, and if she wanted to hide it for the first couple of years, that was alright with her.
Dropping her school supplies-insert her groaning-at the apartment, she decided to do something different for the night. She wanted to go bar hopping. It was something she had done with her friends in Connecticut when she had lived there, and something she had wanted to do to know the good bars, and tonight was a good night to start. She wouldn’t be drinking too much, mostly a beer here or there, but that was alright. The atmosphere needed to be perfect and she needed to make sure that there was no chance of the placing becoming overcrowded. Her first stop was at the Zanzibar right by the college dorms. The bar would eventually get crowded, she mused, because no one carded here. She was underage and looked about twelve because of her height (a startling five feet two inches) but no one took a second glance. Another thing she was sure to make this place popular was the jukebox in the corner. No one had a genuine jukebox anymore, and if she had been with her normal friends, they would have pointed it out with delight. But now Charlie glanced over the antique before ordering herself a beer, not wanting to seem too young. She was nineteen, not twelve.
Taking a quick swig of her drink, her brown eyes glanced around the room at the few people who were in the bar. It was barely eight at night but Charlie knew that once all the students came back to school, this place would be packed. The bar just had that feeling of being well-loved and used, which was perfectly ok. Suddenly, she heard the song on the jukebox begin to repeat and she stood up, beer in one hand and the other already digging around in her pockets for some quarters. She suddenly stopped next to the jukebox when she noticed that she wasn’t the only one wanting to listen to something other than this depressing romantic love song. In fact, as her eyes grazed over the gentleman before her, he was actually attractive. But Charlie shook her head. No, she wasn’t going to have any strange bar hook ups after what happened with Dimitri. It wouldn’t be worth it. Granted, it would satisfy her for the time being, but perhaps it wouldn’t be worth it. Of course, it would be completely worth it if this handsome man had a stunning personality, but Charlie had no idea. He hadn’t even noticed she was standing there.
Until, of course, he did. ”Yeah, I was going to see if Bennie and the Jets were on there. Classic song and everything,” she said, before taking a sip out of the bottle. She casually slipped two quarters into the machine and watched the discs spin round and round before the song she had wanted appeared. Clicking it, she sent a sheepish smile towards the man as the first couple of notes etched their way into the air. ”Any particular song you were going to choose if I hadn’t come stumbling along?” the brunette asked, her perfectly plucked eyebrow raised.
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Post by stefan joseph poole on Sept 5, 2011 20:27:49 GMT -5
 I ' V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.[/color][/font] L I K E. P R A Y E R S. I N. M Y. P O C K E T S.[/color][/font]
One thing about Zanzibar is that it had a touch of the modern club with bits of old school bars. During the week it was the best because the jukebox was gone to more often then a dejay. It was a good place to him because it kind of reflected his own style. Stefan had a privileged upbringing. He wasn’t spoiled like many of his friends-he had to earn what he got-but it wasn’t one that was uneventful. His father had come from a big music family; his brother owned a record label and his mother was a singer. He himself didn’t want the big name so instead he opened a music store with a small recording studio for up and coming artist. it had done well. Some fairly famous names could attribute their demos to being created at his shop. Stefan loved going there after school. he’d stare at the signed photos that littered a wall and hum along to the music. He always enjoyed the keyboards but wasn’t one for playing. No, Stefan liked to write. Sometimes short stories and sometimes lyrics to songs. Some of his first works were random lyrics he goofed out of his brain while hanging around his father. But as he got older, he wanted to move away from the music cliche of his family. Stefan still enjoyed going to the store but now he just wanted to be a teacher. He wanted to touch students lives with the same words and sonets that had touched his.
His parents gave their full blessing. They were a firm believer in their children-him and his sister-making their own paths. if they failed that was their decision. They helped him through school but now he was on his own. That worked out for him. sure sometimes it got hard and he wondered if he was going to be able to go out for a beer or buy food. But having a long term job with the university would prove to be a good thing. It was just getting over the initial hump of starting out. If this year went good he’d get a pay bump and a long term contract. Until then he’d write up some lyrics and sell them off under a pseudo name for a little extra coin. It left him pretty busy which made it hard to really date. Some of his good buddies bugged him about it, saying he needed to get out there. But after his string of bad girlfriends, he wasn’t up for the dating game. Either they cheated on him or didn’t see themselves tied down or just were too clingy. He liked a bit of intimacy and closeness with a girl but one also had to understand one another needed space. How could a relationship grow if they couldn’t make it on their own? That was his opinions and not everyone agreed with it but that wasn’t a big deal for him. Life would be boring if everyone had the same thought processes in life.
Being a guy, he couldn’t help but notice little things about the girl before him. Like the way she seemed almost a foot shorter then him and a bit young for this place. But then again, people thought he was a bit young to be a professor. With make-up and people working out, there were forty year olds who looked thirty something. For all he knew she could be the same age as him. Not like he cared too much because she was very pretty. Hopefully her personality matched the looks. So far so good when it came to music. Stefan nodded at her good taste in music. Not many people of their generation knew about good rock. Good thing his father was an avid musician and music store owner. He had just grown up around the whole spectrum of music. ”Surprising that someone else enjoys the classics. Not just the pop rock stuff out there.” Even he had to admit some of the stuff was fairly good, but not much. All they cared about was having a good beat; it was like the actual music and lyrics didn’t matter. ”Well I was going to try and find some Stones but I guess I was a little slow.” Leaning to the side a bit, Stefan had a couple minutes to enjoy this song before doing his. Taking a sip of the pumpkin beer, he smiled. ”So is this your favorite tune? You can tell a lot about someone by their favorite song.” Stefan was not good at flirting at all. Whether it’s one about a political view, such as his, or a sweet side or a wild one. He was genuinely curious now if she could choose a song like Beanie and the Jets so easily....
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Post by charlotte amelia lamont on Sept 6, 2011 14:28:59 GMT -5
She took a swig of beer, thinking about later that night. Whenever she returned home, she knew that Tristan would not be too thrilled with her. He knew when she had been drinking, even if it was only one beer, and he would not be happy. Granted, Tristan was never really happy anymore, ever since he got his job and realized how much he hated high school students, but that didn’t mean he had to be rude to his younger sister. But he was a douche and he knew he was one. Even her best friend, Jesse, said that her older brother was a douche at school. Why Tristan would teach kids only four years younger than him amazed her; none of them really respected him. He was a senior when they were in eighth grade; it really wasn’t that big of an age group. Of course, Charlie looked around; perhaps one of these young men could take her home. Considering that it didn’t look like the men here were younger than the age of fourth, she highly doubted that. Just like most nights, Charlie would probably call one of her friends and crash in their dorm room for the night. She should have decided to live on campus; it would have been a hell of a lot easier than living with her brother. Oh, yeah; it was about ten thousand dollars more to live on campus then it was to live with her brother. That probably had something to do with it.
Her father wasn’t paying for most of her tuition, believing that she should pay for everything herself like he once did. That was why when Charlie was in high school, she had very little social life. She spent most of her time getting A’s so that she would get awesome scholarships and financial aid, which, of course, she did. Charlie was paying maybe ten thousand dollars a year now because of all the help, but that did not include any of her books. Damn books; she only needed them for eight months out of the year, and then they sat around collecting dust. But rumor had it this year there was a new professor at her college, and Charlie was more than excited. She knew that it was probably some old fart who had been teaching for thousands of years, but hopefully he would be better than her last professor. She sighed. Maybe luck would be on her side and bless her with an attractive and young professor that would flirt with her and try to get in her pants. Yup, that would be the good life. But ever since she had started college, Charlie had been single. Granted, she hadn’t been a whore or anything in high school, but she had certainly held more interest in guys. Now all the guys who liked her liked using her to make girls jealous or just for a quick lay, both things Charlie was not alright with. Which surprised her that she was out drinking by herself; she never went out by herself. Maybe she wanted a quick fling, but she knew deep down inside of her, she didn’t.
He was attractive, that much was obvious. He was taller than her, fit, and looked as though he could hold a conversation for more than three seconds. That much being said, he looked a little older than her. She was nineteen, turning twenty soon, and was too young to be at a bar. But Charlie could play the part of a twenty-one year old well; she was a very mature adult…most of the time, anyways. Charlie shrugged and smiled at him ”My brother and dad are big music buffs, and my mom is the movie buff. I fall somewhere in the middle,” she said, taking a sip of her beer before placing it on the table next to her. Ah, the Stones. She liked them, almost as much as she liked Aerosmith. ”Just a little, but I won’t hold it against you.” she hummed along with the first versus for a moment before smiling again. ”I suppose it’s between Bennie and the Jets, I Don’t Wanna Miss A Thing by Aerosmith and, please, don’t laugh, but I Want It That Way by the Backstreet Boys,” she blushed ”The 90’s girl in me just doesn’t want to leave.” she laughed and leaned against the jukebox. ”What about you?” Now Charlie was curious; he seemed well bred in his taste in music, but she was sure he had a dirty little secret. Suddenly she belted out some lyrics ”She’s got electric boots, a mohair suit. You know I read it in a magazine, Bennie and the Jets!” she laughed and felt a flush come over her. So Charlie could embarrass herself, no big deal.
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