A Few Drinks With //Ryeland// (open)

[ryeland]

'Gawh..why does it have to be so dang cold.'
she thought bitterly to herself as she entered the club.
The sweet yet sour aroma of drinks filled her nostrils as she walked in quickly, hoping not to disturb anybody with the heavy wind. She hadn't ever been to this bar, it was actually pretty cool looking. It was like a retro dance club, where under-aged girls would swarm over older guys..Okay she made the last part up ..
oh well.
She was pretty content with the features New York provided, and soo far she had no problem meeting people.

She took a seat at the nearest barstool that wasn't already in use. Shortly after sitting the bartender shown himself and his chessy smile her way. "What Can I Get For Ya Beautiful?" He asked in a flirtatious manner. Quite startled by the grotesque yet flattering comment she dared to answer. "Ummm, A glass of Tequila, if you will" She smiled back, as if happy that he choose her to tend to.
"Will do ma'am" he walked off..too bad she really didn't care to see where .

She was dressed casually..yet warm..Good Choice eh? Considering the temp. outside.
She wore a white, long sleeved shirt that clung tightly around her small torso, and a Cream-ish colored, zip-up sweatshirt..that wrote "Abercrombie" across the chest ..as if saying.. 'Look at my boobs.' Wrapted around her thin, lean legs were fadded, ripped&destroyed jeans recently bought from hollister, and tan, fur lined uggs that fit her size six foot cozily.

As the Bartender returned to give her the Tequila, she paid what she owed with a big tip ..as usual.
She slowly began to sip at it with the throat burning feel

[Cameron Vought]

Eyes cast amongst a near television that hung on a wall—supported by a rack, Cameron brought the beer bottle to his lips for another swig. It had been his third drink of the night and he was already starting to feel really good. He’d usually go for about five or six a night though, so he was just getting started.
‘Damn’ he muttered to himself after the opposing team had intercepted one of his own teams throws. It was known for Cameron to go a little...heywire on the subject of football, but again and again he promised himself that he’d keep his cool when he was within containment of a public place. He wasn’t doing such a bad job so far.

Looking away from the TV set, Cameron tried to focus his attention on something more interesting at the moment. Hmm, a girl, the one who had just seemed to enter the bar and take a seat and order, oh, what’s this—tequila. Cameron smirked to himself; he loved it when girls order liquor. They were usually the ones who passed out in the bar or were taken advantage of by some older guy. Priceless. As for Cameron, he wouldn’t dare do a thing to make a girl feel uncomfortable. Having a sister made him see that...
Ha, yeah right.

He let his eyes scan over he body in almost a sexual way, but soon after reaching her legs he had turned away—he didn’t want to draw attention. What a horn dog.

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[ryeland]

Ryeland never expected herself to drink the whole glass anytime soon of course. She barely even touched it so far, considering it was still mostly full to the brim. She slide her finger around the tips boredly, maybe there was someone just as interesting as herself here.
Not turning her head, but simply glancing over the boy who had recently stared at her, she checked him out.
First observing the face, smile of course.. and eyes.
Then lowering it in a testy matter ..fit..hmm perfect.
She shifted away, to not make it noticable
even though it probably already was.

She crossed her legs to get alittle more comfortable and adjusted on the stool..It was rather small if anything. She sipped some more..but maybe alittle too much because the next thing she knows she was starting to get alittle dizzy.
What a light weight.
But then again ..she didn't drink that much.

[Cameron Vought]

Cameron stood abruptly out of his seat with the sound of a loud clatter.
“Shit.” He mumbled, setting his glass back in its upright position. Beautiful, his shirt now smelled of beer. Shaking his head with disbelief, Cameron grabbed a couple of napkins from the table near-by. Was he embarrassed? No, but the thought of smelling like alcohol and having to go home to his dad later that night didn’t sound like so much of a thrill.

He sat back down atop his bar stool and waited to set his elbows atop the counter again as the bartender wiped up the small spill. After cleaning the mess, the bartender brought Cameron another bud light and walked away with a small smirk on his face. Cameron only looked back towards the television that lingered above him. If he caught anyone’s attention, he’d hope they would have the guts to come say some crap to his face.

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[ryeland]

Ryeland couldn't help but laugh because of the boy's spill.
Taking ahold of her glass, she moved a seat down to sit next to the guy who had his spill. "Well, didn't that look fun..swimming in your own beer" she teased looking at him with her bright blue eyes.

She still slowly took sips of her tequila whating for his reply.
Maybe it was alittle forward just to come and talk to him out of no where.
But ..Tequila did loosen her up.
She didn't mean to flirt if that is what it seemed like ..she just was into meeting some new people tonight.
was that so wrong?

[Cameron Vought]

Cameron slowly turned his head to face the young female. He smirked at her words. “Oh, funny.” He teased, shaking his head indifferently. He didn’t exactly know what had caused the drink to slip, maybe it was just the moist content outside of the glass, who knew and who cared? Cameron lost all focus on the game, turning in his stool slightly to get a better viewing of the girl. “I’m Cameron.” He stated, holding out a hand politely. Se didn’t look familiar, so she probably wasn’t, not that Cameron had a lot of knowing about most of the residents of the large city. He was a social outcast...remember?

He glanced down briefly to look at his shirt—a light blue polo from Hollister—and flicked his gaze away just a quickly as the smell of alcohol brushed his nose. He was going to get it tonight--he knew it. With his free hand, Cameron lifted the beer bottle from the waxed bar and took a quick swig of it, letting its wet contents be swallowed shortly after.

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[ryeland]

"Ryeland White" she took his hand into a shake.
She smiled as he looked down at his shirt. Ryeland had no idea why he cared so much, but he probably had a reason.
Or was he just being a self-cautious man. She crossed her legs getting adjusted once more, hitting his knee with hers not on purpose of course.=]

"I just moved here.." she stated breaking the ice alittle more. She could tell by the look on his face that he was thinking.
'and how do I know you..' Although it was alittle sudden, when she just appeared out of no where to greet him with a tease.
The loud blaring music was the genre of Techno, making everything faster then it seemed.Or Maybe that was the tequlia taking affect?
Who ever knew.
Ryeland could tell she was getting inntoxicated , slightly.
But that is what she came here for.
So it was all good.

[Cameron Vought]

After the ‘proper’ greeting had taken place and was done with, Cameron slowly let go of her small hand, well, smaller than his anyway. He turned his bar stool completely around to face the crowd before him. There were dancers, talkers, and kissers—the usual. He was kind of funny, in such a small way. There were so many desperate people in New York, and the thought pf this had come to mind when she had accidentally hit his knee. Oh yes, innocent it may seem, but...maybe not? He had no problem with the sort of thing though; it was actually a tad bit entertaining if anything.

“Well, it is nice to meet you, Miss Ryeland White.” Cameron spoke softly with a nod, keeping his eyes on the crowd.
“Are you liking things so far here in New York?” he asked, though he didn’t know why. This would not be a regular conversation for Mr. Vought, oh no.


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[ryeland]

"The pleasure is all mine" she smiled.
Ryeland's buzz was begining to have an ending. That meant this once loosen and out going girl, was now conserved and gathered again. It could be a good thing, although she had started a conversation..did she plan to finish it? The man seemed somewhat negative about New York, like it was full of stupid people.
Odd, considering he lived here also.
"It's going well, I was most accustom to Brazil I must admit though" she replied with a light accent. Ryeland's skill of speech had just vanished like that. Suddenly after a 'okay' conversation, she couldn't even think of something to say. Maybe something about football, that wouldn't be good..She had no clue about any of it. He seemed as if interested in the Tv more then a conversation, that may be a good thing.

Attractive, she had to admit.
And what happened to her; if you don't know them, don't flirt method?
Geez.
Slowly shifting away from the boy, she crossed her legs with the glass at hand. Coffee sounded grand right now.
Yum.

[Cameron Vought]

Cameron nodded, trying his best to keep his eyes on Ryeland, but it was kind of hard not to when there was a TV, position behind her, on and audio to him. He finally decided to block out everything else and let his eyes fall onto hers. Hm, she had really nice eyes. What was it with all the New York girls having really sexy eyes? Sure, he had received a few compliments on his own from time to time, but it didn’t matter so much to him, he was a guy.

Cameron smirked at her comment about Brazil, he had never been there, but he kind of knew the feeling.
“Yeah, I moved her fro Florida with my sister and dad when I was twelve.” He stated, thinking back to when it was always warm all the time. He’d admit he did like the snow, in fact, he loved it, but he missed his home—who wouldn’t?

So, from Brazil, huh? This would explain her accent. It was truly very nice. Cameron found it somewhat sexy, but that was a person opinion, one he’d keep to himself.
“You have really nice eyes, you know that?” he asked her, though it came out more as a statement, and one would say he was hitting on her. Maybe he was...things happened when you get drunk. But no, Cameron was not drunk and it was more of a compliment that anything. A tad spice of a ‘flirtatious’ nature would sum it all up though.


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[ryeland]

Focusing her thoughts on the coffee, she turned as she once more heard his voice. Florida eh? she thought motionlessly. So he was more interested in her then the fellowship of the tv. Yes yes, football was a grand sport for men..but what about women? wasn't that better. Her thoughts were silly, she knew this.
Her legs were still crossed and she sat up straight with proper balance. "Well, as are yours..thank you" she smiled giving him a warm gleam.
"Florida huh? great place..I've done a few modeling shoots there." she said, trying to brighten up the mood with casual conversation.
As you know, she had a difficult time producing the small talk.

She glanced away from his eyes and focused on the tv..
was she now ignoring him? Of course not..just simply out of questions. She would admit at first she was flirting ..but was she alittle too sober now?

[Cameron Vought]

Modeling?
Did every New York girl model? It was almost pathetic. Weren’t models forced to be anorexic or bulimic? Maybe his thoughts were off, but it still seemed almost pointless to bare all for a camera, and who ever stood behind it. Okay, so he’d admit that he had posed a couple of times for one thing or another, but he never got in big. But, past all of his thoughts and complaints, if you will, there was a smug atmosphere of sexiness to it all. Of course, any guy would think this, seeing as most guys had the simple resource of the Internet and television to provide them with all of these photos. Like it or not, not every model stripped down to nothing. He could be mis-judging all models in this way. Biting his tongue now would do him some good.

“So you model too?” he asked, shaking his head slightly with a mere chuckle. He’d drop the subject then, though.
“Yeah, Florida. I miss it, but New York is not all bad.” Changing the shaking of his head to a nod, Cameron spoke to her with ease, forgetting that there was even a television present. He noticed her glance away towards the TV, just as he had done a moment or so ago. It was strange how pointless thoughts like these could really bother someone. Interesting.

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