Burn it to the ground (Open)

[Penny Mallory]

Penny Katie Mallory

Penny gripped the small shot glass hard in her hand. Her fingers crushed at its edges as she brought it to her lips and drowned her throat with it. "Ah" She choked back up as she set her emptied glass onto the wooden table infront of her next to ten other shot glasses... only three of them having any remaining liquid in them.

She looked up dazedly and wished her fucking underwater breathing would allow for less choking and more drowning but sadly she wasn't allowed to drown with this power. She needed to loose it and find something better, fast. Grabbing another shot glass off the table whose surface was cut up and lined with marks of god knows what stared back at her as she emptied the contents of the drink into her mouth and swallowed harshly.

Her eye sight was poor to begin with, but now the shapes and objects that were popping up in the blur was just making her eyes seem pathetic. "Mmm!! grr" Her lips mumbled anxiously, or was it angrily? She didn't even know. Her back wiggled, snuggling against the leather padding on the back of the booth. She had been sitting here for a good fifteen minutes.

Her hair was spiked all around allowing the white fringes to milk her forhead as the surrounding red locks made her fiery spirit well represented in her tiny form. Her lips were dosed with lipstick, red cherry, very red and her eyes were lightly lined with dark eyeliner. Lower as the other patrons looked she had on a black and red corset with a dark black top covered with a leathery like jacket that fit her body perfectly. Her legs were wrapped in fine fish nets that ran from her jagged boots and stopped just below her dark red pleaded skirt.

Penny wasn't looking to be a good girl today. She was looking to let off some steam. She tried to look around for a drinking buddy but her eyes kept betraying their master. Slamming her hand down she grabbed the next shot and let it rip through her throat as she shook with the feeling of the liquid emptying into her.

"Ahhhh" Penny breathed out harder than before, feeling the full effects of the whiskey. "One more to go." She whispered cheerily as her hand moved in for the final kill.

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[Drew Davis]

---DREW davis---
---atlanta, GEORGIA---
---CHAPTER 1: allegiances---

Drew was wiping down tables on a moderately slow night before getting off work—well, actually a few minutes after he got off, but what the hey—, filling in for a friend who actually worked at PDQ. It wasn't his normal stomping grounds, but his connections to Mayhem and the fact that he knew most of the bartenders afforded him the occasional night filling in here. Right now, a large party had just left and left behind quite a mess on their table. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a flash of red, and directed his eye to the booth where he saw it. Strikingly, the red was the hair of a young girl who seemed to be pissed about something and rapidly downing shots.

This coupled with the fact that she was sitting alone made Drew's inner bartender kick in. Quickly, he dumped the wet rags in the tub full of empty shot glasses he was carrying and deposited it behind the bar. He took off his apron, wiped off his hands, and brushed bartending dirt off of his black, PDQ t-shirt. Grabbing a beer, he headed on over, planning on at least giving the girl someone to talk to. From experience, he knew it was bad to drink alone and angry.

”I'm guessing whoever's responsible for this really pissed you off,” he said by way of introduction as he slid into the booth opposite the girl. ”But they're probably not worth puking over.”

[Penny Mallory]

Penny Katie Mallory

Penny reached out for the final shot and swirled its contents around in the glass as she watched the fairly good looking bloke take a seat across from her in the booth she was occupying. "You're probably right." She agreed wholeheartedly, downing her final shot right then and there. Her glass rang out awkwardly as she set it back down on the wooden table. "Aghh." She sighed out in her cutest harshest little voice.

She had never stopped watching the man across from her throughout this, not even when the shot kicked in down her throat. "Penny." She twitched her nose hoping he realized she was indicating her slurred name. Her left eyebrow raised willfully higher than usual as she voicelessly inquired his name as well.

Penny moved her hands back down beneath the table so that they rested in her lap. Hidden and out of the way they intertwined and played with one another for no reason other than a need to be moving. She rolled her neck and looked out across the place, it was cleaning out and she was highly inebriated.

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[Drew Davis]

---DREW davis---
---atlanta GEORGIA---
---CHAPTER 1: allegiances---

Drew took a swig of his beer as she knocked back another shot, then gave her a wry smile as she extended her hand and told him her name. He met all sorts in bars, but young, pretty, drunk girls didn't tend to be on their own. She was an anomaly, and he enjoyed figuring out mysteries. It was part of why he did his job in the first place—bartender by night, information dealer later at night.

”Drew,” he replied, gripping her hand firmly and giving her a solid shake.

He saw her eyes scan the place, noting the late hour, and saw her mind take a try at thinking. She was drunk. Even if she didn't have quite a few shot glasses in front of her, he would be able to tell.

”So, I'm guessing you're fishing for a ride.” he said, leaning forward and taking another swig of beer.

[Penny Mallory]

Penny Katie Mallory

Penny blinked back a bit clearing her eyes. Apparently she could turn her head so fast it felt like nothing but spinning. Weee, she bit back squealing as she looked around the bar then back down at her compatriot who had taken up seat across from her. She stared curious as she lifted his name from him. He looked cute, Irish from the looks of it.

"A ride?" She squinted playfully. "What kinddddaaaaa ride we talking about?" Her voice questioned as she leaned forward, titling over a few shot glasses onto the table. She wasn't herself when she was drunk.

Her eyes met his and she felt something strange rock through her body, but she was too drunk to realize what it meant. Her power was away from her mind at the moment and the feelings she was getting meant nothing to her. "Who are you again?" She rubbed her forehead and looked down at the table.

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