Time to Partay-hay-hay! [Gavin]

[ellabell]

Awww yeah. Ella was feelin' good. Earlier in the week, she'd tried in vain to convince some of her friends to go out with her so that she could get out of her slump. Ever since that damn tree opened up, all she'd wanted to do was continue on with her life and ignore it. The gloom and doom all over the place had alternate ideas, however. But comparatively, she was feeling good now. Sure, no one was going out dancing with her, sure, her wings felt like they'd been trampled on, and sure this was the first night she'd spent clothed and out rather than naked and eating pints of coconut ice cream in... quite some time... BUT HEY! She was out, wasn't she? And she was lookin' hot.

Yesterday, she'd picked an outfit that she'd deemed a head turner.It was a black silk halter dress with semi-classy side boob and a very low drapey back. Gorgeous. And then she'd put her harness on, and had to cover up 80% of the hottness with a pleather jacket. She'd tried to get it back up on the sexy scale with some kick ass heels. It somewhat worked, but Ella found herself wishing that she could just throw the jacket on the ground and unfurl her wings in public for once.

In front of the Jack Kit, Ella found herself taking a deep breath, and preparing herself to warp into social butterfly mode, so that she could let loose, make some new friends and get her groove on. 'On the count of three, I will open those doors and be the life of that party.' She placed her hand on the handle of the door. 'One...' She tightened her grip on the handle, 'two...' She yanked the door open, with a huge grin on her face, THREE!

Crickets, basically.

"You've GOT to be fucking kidding me." NO ONE WAS THERE. Not one person. Nada. Neite. Zilch. Zero. NO ONE. Except for some bartenders and a couple of boring looking people chatting idly.

Not bothering with the sexy saunter she'd practiced earlier, shed clomped up to the bar, and not so gracefully tossed her clutch onto the counter in front of her. In that brief moment before walking over, she'd considered leaving, but then decided that she needed a couple of drinks. How the HELL does someone go to an open barclubdancingplace and not find one damn person there?

She'd taken a seat right in front of one of the bartenders, a man who she would have found attractive had she not been so absorbed with how horrible her life was in that moment. "Excuse me my good barkeep. Clearly based upon the number of people that have decided to show up to my 'crazy night out'," she made air quotes around the words crazy night out, "I'm going to need to drink a fuck ton of alcohol. A fuck ton is a verified unit of measurement, so don't be stingy trying to give me a shit ton. I won't have that." She pulled a wad of cash-- tips-- and looked up at him, "How much will that cost me?"

[GAVIN BROOKS]

This darkness business was cramping Gavin's style hardcore. Normally the bar was jumping, but since it got all cold and dark and gloomy and STUPID outside, no one was coming in at night. Sure, there were a decent amount of people during the day, but at night? Crickets, man. Even Kit wasn't working! Gavin had the budding suspicion something was up with his boss since not even he wanted to come in and grip about the shit service lately. Instead he sent his old buddy Kevin in to do some work.

Kevin was a half decent guy. A little boring, kind of quiet and not so quick to drink. Gavin on the other hand had a hard time not getting shit faced all shift due to severe boredom. Kevin was mopping the bar, which was good because he certainly didn't want to do it, and Gavin was cleaning up behind the bar and occasionally getting refills for the old cooks who came and drank rain, shine, sleet or Armageddon. The place was seriously missing a mega dose of estrogen. The good estrogen! He looked at the old fat man/lady/thing who was sitting at the far end of the bar. Maybe she should get a cat..

But by some act of divine luck, the doors opened and the angels began to sing. The brunette was a vision who strutted in with wind blowing through her long brown hair. Gavin stood up straighter and watched her come in, her steps slow, deliberate and obviously in slow motion. Was that the angels singing?

He shook off the feeling as reality set in and the girl strutted in and took her place at the bar, looking annoyed already. Maybe she'd just been stood up? Who the hell would be stupid enough to stand this lady up?! A stupid man without a dick, or at least without a dick he actually cared about.

"Excuse me my good barkeep. Clearly based upon the number of people that have decided to show up to my 'crazy night out', I'm going to need to drink a fuck ton of alcohol. A fuck ton is a verified unit of measurement, so don't be stingy trying to give me a shit ton. I won't have that."

Gavin was in love. He would have this girl by the end of the night, he promised himself that. Kevin could go run off with his cute little...whatever that Melanie chick was to him. Girlfriend he supposed? Whatever, this one was HIS. "How much will that cost me?"

It was hard for Gavin to do anything but grin at the girl. So she had a girls night out planned and the bitches bailed. "Well, it just so happens that fuck tons of alcohol is one of our specials tonight." He told her smoothly, a gentle twang to his voice. It wasn't southern, or western, or eastern or northern...it was some crazy sort of mix of them all. "Why don't we start you with a peach long island and take it from there. That'll setcha back $7. First things first, though.." He leaned on the counter and held his hand out, making a grabbing motion with it. "ID, please."

[ellabell]

ID? Ella couldn't wait until she was eighty and people would just throw booze at her without question. At forty-six she still got carded even though she was WELL over the drinking age. "Right. ID." Before she set down her wad of singles and fives, she separated nine dollars from it (Always tip your bartenders!) then she rummaged through her studded clutch and quickly found her ID jammed between some honey chapstick, some solid perfume, some bandaides, her phone, a pen and some sticky notes. It really was a wonder that the purse could close. She plopped it in his open hand.

Her ID said she declared her as Ella M. Bell, a twenty-three year old with brown eyes and brown hair. It also said that she was 120 pounds-- In reality she was much lighter than that thanks to her lightweight bones-- and finally, 23 years old. Thank the lord above for the higher ups who provided them with the government issued fake IDs.

"That, is for you sir." She pushed the bills towards him as well, "And so are these. And for the love of God, please do not let my glass get empty until I'm ready to go home." Ella glanced around the room, taking a better survey of the few people at the bar. Ew. Ew. Eh. Noooooo. She turned back towards the bartender. "And since it appears that only the most awkward looking of humanity came out tonight, you will also be my designated friend for the evening." For the first time, she gave him a good look. Wowza! She may have to come here more often if this was the general standard for what their bartenders looked like. "And I sincerely hope that you're as interesting as you look."

Alright, so what she just threw out there was a little flirty. No harm in getting your flirt on. It never hurt to practice these things for when she found what her mother would call, 'A nice, well rounded Avisaille man'. "Is it like this in here every night? I heard this place was bumpin', but right now I think I may be the only one considered female in this room." Once again she glanced back at a sad looking thing. Probably a woman... which was a mean thing to think. She reprimanded herself for the comment and focused on the bartender once again. "I mean, I guess that's okay because I'm probably practically GLOWING in the eyes of every man in here." She laughed at her own joke as she waited for her drink.

"Also, I'm giving you a heads up. When I drink heavily, I like to dance. Preferably on tables. So hide all things breakable if you know what's good for you."

[GAVIN BROOKS]

"That, is for you sir." He swiped the ID into his hands, more interested in checking out her stats and name more than anything else. He didn't care if she was legal or not. She looked legal, but it was policy. For Gavin, it was policy mostly so he could get a girls name. "Ella Bell." He read, sliding it down back to the girl. "Twenty Three." He grinned and took the money, counting it out and slipping two of the dollars into his pocket before starting to fix her drink.

"And since it appears that only the most awkward looking of humanity came out tonight, you will also be my designated friend for the evening." He peaked over his shoulder at her from the register and grinned at her before sliding the money in and moving to where the booze was. "And I sincerely hope that you're as interesting as you look." He gave a light chuckle and shrugged. "I'll let you be the decider of that, Miss Bell."

When she went on asking about the bar he watched her, grinning and chuckling when necessary. She had a cute way about her; funny and sweet. "You're definitely glowing." He agreed with a nod. "And this place is normally packed. I mean, I walked out of here with bills slipping from my waistband there were so many for me to carry, but since this dark business, it's been absolutely dead. None of the regulars are crawling in." He leaned closer to her, "'sept these guys." He nudged his head in the direction of the drinkers as he finished mixing her drink. He tossed a cheery in for good measure, because chicks dug cherries.

"Also, I'm giving you a heads up. When I drink heavily, I like to dance. Preferably on tables. So hide all things breakable if you know what's good for you."

Gavin felt his pants get a little tight, his brows raising. "I, uh.. I think I'd actually like to see that. I hope I'm not sounding too pervy saying that, just.. yeah you feel free to climb on any surface you like and get down with your bad self." He slipped the drink across the bar to her, leaning on the counter in front of her, his shoulders hunched lightly. "So, as your designated friend this boring evening, how can I distract you? The names Gavin, by the way. Guess it's fair you know my name since I know yours, Miss Ella." He reached a hand out to shake, smirking at his good fortune.

[ellabell]

"I'll let you be the decider of that, Miss Bell." Ella smirked, "Good. I like wearing the decision making pants." She looked down at her bare legs for a moment before glancing back up, "The decision making pants are invisible, of course." She swung her legs on the bar stool, waiting for her drink while listening to his explanation of how empty the place was, nodding along to it. She leaned in when he did so that their foreheads almost touched.

"I, uh.. I think I'd actually like to see that. I hope I'm not sounding too pervy saying that, just.. yeah you feel free to climb on any surface you like and get down with your bad self."

When he slid her drink over, she popped the cherry into her mouth, instantly. "Well, if you'd like to see that, keep 'em coming. My dancing gets better as my alcohol level gets higher." She reached around him behind the bar and stole a straw, peeling the wrapper and removing one end. She blew through the other trying to nail him in the face, but it flew straight around him, like it wanted to be anywhere else other than that. Her bottom lip pouted briefly, but then she tossed her straw into the peachsomethingoranother, and latched on. Ella was a drinking pro. And by that, she meant she could drink very fast. She was also kind of a light weight. But in that moment of mouth to straw connection, she sucked down almost her whole drink in a matter of seconds. "This is so YUMMY. And the cherry was a good touch. Us chicks love us some cherries. However, us chicks also like us some straight shots of tequila."

"So, as your designated friend this boring evening, how can I distract you? The names Gavin, by the way. Guess it's fair you know my name since I know yours, Miss Ella." She stretched her hand out to shake his, "Nice to meet you, Gavin. But please, just Ella. I feel like a forty year old spinster when you add Miss onto my name." She latched onto her drink again, this time only taking a sip.

"Well let's see now... how can you distract me?.. Okay. Here are your options--" She cleared her throat and sat up a little more, counting on her fingers. "One-- Get shit faced with me. Two-- In about four shots, dance on this counter with me. Three-- Tell me about the life of a bartender. Dirty details included. Four-- All in the above, in any desired order." She paused for a second, then added, "OR, you could just blow my mind and do something totally unexpected and entertaining of your own. Make me happy that I picked you to be my friend tonight, and not that puppy eyed guy mopping the bar."

She leaned forward, expectantly.

[GAVIN BROOKS]

He was glad she liked her drink, and more glad she seemed to be in semi high spirits despite saying she wasn't. Gavin made up his mind; he liked this girl. He wanted this girl... and it was hard to contain himself thinking that he could make her love him. Not in the traditional way, of course. No. Gavin kept the bottle of love potion he'd stolen from Abby with him at all times. He had no idea how much was needed but he didn't think much since Abby had accidentally given herself some simply by kissing him. A few drops would probably suffice, and if it didn't, well he would know to use more next time.

It was too soon to try and love drug Ella, though. She was sober and might notice, but the bar was empty enough that no one else would if he were to slip her some. "Well let's see now... how can you distract me?.. Okay. Here are your options--" Her words distracted him from his thoughts of pretty much forcing this pretty little thing to be his girlfriend.

He smiled as she rattled each suggestion off, the grin growing and growing. "Four-- All in the above, in any desired order." Gavin reached for her drink and took a sip, realizing it was almost empty already. Jeez, she really did want to get sloppy! "OR," Or? "you could just blow my mind and do something totally unexpected and entertaining of your own. Make me happy that I picked you to be my friend tonight, and not that puppy eyed guy mopping the bar."

Oh, he definitely wanted to blow her mind, and he hoped she might like to do the same to him, though it wasn't necessarily his mind he wanted blown. She leaned in and Gavin did the same, pecking her cheek before pulling away and standing up. "I promise by the time you leave tonight, you will be more than happy you chose me as a friend. That's a promise I intend to keep." He gave her a wink, not wanting to push too hard yet. He was still on the clock and he knew that Kevin was keeping an eye on him.

The boy turned and grabbed a bottle of Milagro Silver with one hand and four shot glasses with the other. He poured all four shots of tequila in a row. "Alright, let's start that mini bucket list of yours. Two for you, two for me." He grabbed a couple of limes from the tray and passed one to her, then a salt shaker. "May I?" He asked with a flirty look in his eye, taking her hand and pulling it to his mouth. His mouth slipped open and he pulled the base of her hand into his mouth, sucking on her wrist below her thumb. His eyes stayed on hers as he pulled away and then shook the coarse salt onto her wrist. He did the same to himself and picked up one of the shots. "Here's to you, here's to me, if by chance we disagree, fuck you, here's to me." He licked the salt on his wrist, took one shot, then the other, and winced as he sucked hard on the lime. Tequila shots were guaranteed to get him fucked up, and he didn't care if Kit got pissed off. He would put whatever tip money he got that night into the til to pay for his drinking.

"Alright, number one was get shit faced...on our way, baby. Two.. we'll we haven't had four shots yet and I think my bosses lacky over there would gimme a hard time, so lets hold off on two for a bit. Three...dirty details. Hmm.. you look like a good girl, Ella. I don't think you can handle my dirty little stories." He teased, grabbing her empty long island glass and sliding it into the basin under the counter. He grabbed another glass and started mixing her another, sort of wanting her to get really fucked up. If she got too fucked up she would need help getting home, and he would be more than happy to assist her there. "Let me know when you're ready for more tequila. I'd like to see you show those decision making pants off."

[ellabell]

When Gavin kissed her on the cheek, it was all she could do to keep a blush from creeping up her neck to her cheeks. It's not like she'd never been kissed before, it was just that she hadn't be kissed in... well, she wouldn't disclose the time, but it was long, and it was nothing she was happy about. Ella's morals were basically a fully functional and figurative chastity belt. It wasn't something that she advertised for fear of guys not wanting to take and actually WORK for her secret garden. She wasn't even very religious either. It's just that when you live in a house with Mama Bell, a very strict Catholic, you tend to pick up on a certain code of conduct. She recalled when she was younger, and her mom was giving her the talk. It was nothing about safe sex at all. Instead, she'd given her a single white rose, explaining that it symbolized her purity. She followed it up by crushing it in her hand, still dirty from gardening, and asked Ella if that was what she wanted to present to her husband on their wedding night? Ella had cried, and for once, her father had stepped in, and given her a hug, telling her that any man would be lucky to marry her in any condition. He had slept on the couch that night.

As if the kiss on the cheek wasn't enough, when he sucked on her wrist to adhere the salt, she actually DID blush, then smiled, embarassed of it. Godfuck, this guy was sexy as SHIT. It's like... you know when you see a guy, and you're like, "Oh. Hello there. Your name must be Mr. Sexy." But then you meet him and even his personality is sexy, so you want to scratch out the words Mr. Sexy, and replace them with God of desire? Yup. Applicable. She laughed at his little toast and watched him take his own shots before following suit, crinkling her nose, and chomping down on the lime.

"Ugh. That shit is gasoline, but it gets the job done." She giggled, a little bit longer and louder than usual before calming herself down and sighing. She liked this guy. He was fun. So fun that she was slowly beginning to forget the lack of people around her. Or maybe he was just normal fun, and she was getting rather tipsy. Regardless, she was having a good time.

She listened to him go down her list, until he got to the dirty details part. "No way, I can totally handle even the dirtiest of details! I'm almost fifty after all!.. mentally speaking, of course. I'm uh, quite a mature young lady."

"Let me know when you're ready for more tequila. I'd like to see you show those decision making pants off." If she'd had a drink right then she probably would have choked. For just a moment, she thought he'd said that he wanted her to take her pants off. But before she said anything, she ran it through her vaguely fuzzy head again and realized he'd said show off. She laughed at herself, not bothering to let him in on the joke, "Oh. I will show you how using the decision making pants is done. I'm kind of a pro. And I will take those other two shots in just a minute. I have to let this stuff settle in for a little." She opened her clutch back again, and pulled out her money wad, handing the whole thing over. It was a pretty significant amount, but not really as much as it seemed because of all the singles. "Here, just take this. I will be buying all of the drinks this evening, including yours, designated crazy night out friend."

[GAVIN BROOKS]

Gavin actually like the taste of tequila. Some tequilas more than others. He liked the dark stuff, the kind with worms in it. Well, the kind that should have worms in it but didn't because that was just gross and in his opinion really unsanitary. "No way, I can totally handle even the dirtiest of details! I'm almost fifty after all!.. mentally speaking, of course. I'm uh, quite a mature young lady."

Gavin gave her an amused, incredulous look. Almost fifty in maturity? He didn't take her for that mature. She had come to a bar alone in the hopes of getting sloppy drunk and was using him as her drinking buddy; the cute bartender. That wasn't exactly what an old spinster would do. He didn't want to tell her all his dirty little tricks, because most of his stories included horny women and how he'd gotten them home. "We'll see.." He said with a teasing smile.

"Here, just take this. I will be buying all of the drinks this evening, including yours, designated crazy night out friend." Normally Gavin wouldn't let a girl do that, but Kit would be mad if if they didn't have money at the end of the night, and he had to remember that he was the bartender, not her date. He took the money, sifting through it and then put it all in the register. At the end of the night it would at least look like they'd been maybe just a tiny itty bit busy. Which was sort of true. He wouldn't drink too much, though. He wanted her to get the biggest bang for her buck and he wanted to have enough of a mind to take her home later.

"Alright... stories, stories.." He grinned and rolled his eyes. "I once had two chicks sort of fight over me. Right here. Ended with fists and had to kick them both out." He laughed recalled Cheyenne and Nicole getting into it right where Ella was sitting. "Didn't get to take either home." He shrugged and poured more tequila into the glasses. He licked his hand and applied the salt, dragging the dish with the limes, cherries and olives over. He put his hand out for hers. "Ready for another shot, baby?" He asked playfully, intending to lick her hand once more. Of course if she wanted to do it herself he wouldn't object. "I'm getting bored watching you sit there, and this bar is just begging for a dance." He teased slapping the wooden counter top.

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"Whoa-ho-ho-ho. A girl fight, huh? Those things get really brutal, whether or not they're physical or verbal. I for one," She pointed her finger at him for emphasis as she talked, "am not a fan of such petty things. There are soooooooooooooooooooo many fish in the sea." Her speech was getting a little sloppy, but she didn't seem to notice, as she leaned in towards him, "And what was the point in the end, huh? NEITHER of them got what they wanted," She poked him in the chest with her pointing finger, "you. Ya big stud."

Whoof. The room was getting a liiiittle spinny, but it wasn't so bad. She kept thinking that Gavin was leaning in closer, but she was actually slowly leaning forward herself. "Ready for another shot, baby?" Her body was telling her, 'Naw, gurl. You're good. But her her mind was telling her, 'Don't puss out. You need to be in fine form when you get onto this bar.' She focused back on Gavin to hear him say, "I'm getting bored watching you sit there, and this bar is just begging for a dance."

The thought to herself for a second, before responding, "You betcha," and instead of giving her own hand to Gavin to lick and salt again, she took his extended one and sucked the salt from his own hand. She grinned up at him, happy with herself for being so daring that evening even when she wasn't in her comfort zone. Reaching across the counter, she threw back the other two shots needed to get herself on the counter. She bit into another lime from the tray, and stuck her tongue out once she'd removed it. "Still not good. But not as bad as the last ones."

Just in time it seemed, the song beginning of Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy came on in the Jack Kit, and Ella couldn't help but crack up while she climbed up onto the bar without another thought. She wasn't kidding earlier about the dancing on tables. Oh yes. She was tipsy. Tipsy enough that she just giggled and waved to all of the people staring at her, jaws slack.

She tested her dexterity for a second, taking a few steps back and forth on the counter top runway, kicking her empty shot glasses off it's surface. It was time to put years of belly dancing and zumba home fitness videos to good use. Her hips swayed along to the beat and her arms lifted above her head coming down slowly to intertwine with her hair, then slide down her side. She winded down low in figure eights till she was crouching in front of Gavin, and extended her hand, "Come dance with me, Gavin!"

[GAVIN BROOKS]

She threw him for a loop when she licked the salt from his own hand. Yep, he definitely felt that one in his pants. Gavin swallowed and watched Ella, certain he was going to slip her some of Abby's good ol' love potion number nine tonight.

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy came on, a bar favorite, and Ella began cracking up. He watched as she pulled herself up on the bar, feeling the tug in his pants once more. "You be careful up there. The owner will kill me if someone fell and broke their damn neck in his bar. He'd be up to his ears in paperwork and I'll have toilet duty for a month!" He laughed anyway, putting back the other shot of tequila, no lime or salt required.

Gavin watched hungrily as her hips swayed to the music, her arms pulling up over her head and then coming down to wrap in her long, brown hair. Gavin had a thing for brunette's, that was for sure. Well, he had a thing for blondes, too. Come to think of it, he had a thing for anything with perky tits and a nice ass, and Ella fell into that category quite nicely.

He watched her slow deliberate decent down into a crouch in front of him. He gulped, looking up into her eyes instead of between her legs, which was where he really wanted to be looking. "Come dance with me, Gavin!" she pleaded and Gavin couldn't help the feeling in his stomach. Kit would kill him!. But Kit wasn't there. Kit's lacky was, and Gavin was almost certain he could talk Kevin into shutting his mouth as long as nothing got broken, including the two of them. He looked down the bar at the other patrons who looked content with their drinks, or were busy watching the piece of sex dancing on the bar.

"You're going to get me fired." He growled with a grin before grabbing the side of the bar and pushing up hard, his muscles supporting his weight as his knees pulled up tight to his body. In a second his feet were planted on the bar and he was slowly standing up, looking down at Ella. His finger came up and he bent it towards himself, beckoning her to come to him. When she did he reached low onto her hips, touching lightly, unsure if she would let him but figured it would be alright. "Just gonna hold you steady and make sure you don't topple over the edge. Your face is too pretty to get damaged by that hard floor."

[ellabell]

She waved off the possibility of her falling. "I happen to have very impressive balance. I'm practically a gymnast." If she'd wanted to, she could have probably done a back walk over into the splits up on that bar, but she wasn't a show off. And in her state, there really was the possibility that she'd fall off and break her neck in the process, just as Gavin had described.

In her mind, the only way this could be better would be if there was a huge crowd in the bar, and they'd all known the exact same dance to this song, like in the movies. It was actually on her buck list to be part of a flash mob. She'd have to get on that at some point. But as it was, she was quite alright with dancing with a major hottie and being the center of attention.

"You're going to get me fired." She laughed, as he pulled himself onto the bar... Oooh, those arms. "It's fine, you could work for me. I'm a treat my workers, incredibly well." God, she was on her A game that night. Why couldn't it be like this all of the time. She was feelin' sexy with this guy, but she also sort of felt like this was something he did a lot-- making girls feel good about themselves, and then... ahem... making girls FEEL GOOD. If you know what I mean. But there was no harm in just having fun with him.

She shook her groove thang over to him, with a foxy grin when he beckoned her over, letting him put his hands on her hips. GOD was she glad that she put on spanx. It wouldn't have been half as sexy if she'd had her teeny muffin top poppin' over her usual boy shorts. "Just gonna hold you steady and make sure you don't topple over the edge. Your face is too pretty to get damaged by that hard floor." She wrapped one of her arms around his neck, getting a little closer.

"You'd better hold me tight then, because breaking my pretty face is definitely not on the list of things that I want to happen tonight." Liquid courage really was the correct word for alcohol. She certainly wasn't feeling so shy anymore!

She'd been swaying her hips against his during their minor dialogue, but now, she leaned backwards, doing belly rolls to reach her original position, and her chest was once again pressed against Gavin. She didn't leave much room between their faces, but she also didn't move to correct invading his face bubble. That crash course belly dancing DVD was really worth every penny.

[GAVIN BROOKS]

No only did Ella not seem to mind his hands on her hips, but she wrapped her arm around his neck and encouraged his behavior. Gavin didn't bother looking at Kevin, knowing the dude would only turn him off and he was going to let this ride. Hey, it was good for business! They were the entertainment!

"Don't you worry, baby." He toyed lightly. "Your face is in good hands as long as I'm here." He grinned, his eyes intent on hers as he smirked boyishly. Gavin's eyes trailed down their bodies liking the way she swayed against him. She had a way of getting him hot and bothered and she definitely knew how to move her body.

When Ella leaned back he allowed his eyes to roam freely over her body, taking in the sight her curves moved as she belly rolled back up to him. He was suddenly glad they were so close hoping her legs would block the other patrons to notice the slight swelling in his pants. He pressed his groin against her as she moved closer letting her know exactly what she was doing to him. Gavin knew Ella knew what she was doing and it was apparent in the way she moved that this was her intention; to excite him. His arms wrapped lightly around her back as he swayed easily with her, their faces close. His brown eyes burned into hers and he knew he needed to get that potion in her soon so she could feel the affects before she left tonight and drag him with her.

"I'm really glad your friends bailed." He told her softly as they danced on the bar. It was hard not to try and kiss her and it was becoming clear the liquor was having its affects on him, too. "I'm definitely enjoying this designated friend thing. I think it's the start of a real nice friendship. Whoda thunkit?" He teased, knowing if he wasn't slipping her the potion he would probably collect her into his little group of one nighter's he called upon. once in a while.

"I think you need another drink for good measure." He told her, nuzzling her cheek with his news and shutting his eyes, trying not to let his emotions get him carried away. The bar top was sounding like a great place to just get down and dirty, and lord knew it would thrill the low life's that had crawled in that night. Of course it was wildly inappropriate, so Gavin simply kept the thought to himself, but it was a hot one and he smirked. "You haven't even come close to a shit ton, let alone a fuck ton. We need to get you fucked." His smile crept up as he pulled away to look in her eyes. "Fucked up, that is."

[ellabell]

Feeling Gavin against her felt good in all the ways that she grew up being told were bad. But those feelings infused with alcohol seemed to be peeling back her innocence layer by layer. She didn't want to shy away from the lad in Gavin's pants that wanted to join their dance party. In fact she wanted to become friends with the guy. And tonight, so far had been nothing like she'd expected either. She'd made plans to go out, thinking she'd get drunk with some girlfriends and then giggle about stupid things they did for the new few months. Instead, she was about to pounce on this guy, right in front of everyone. She was sure as shit in trouble with this guy with his goddamn sexy grin, and his goddamn manly stubble, and his goddamn kissable lips and his goddamnshitgoddamn boner.

"I'm really glad your friends bailed. I'm definitely enjoying this designated friend thing. I think it's the start of a real nice friendship. Whoda thunkit?"

"Idathunk it. I make friends easily. If I had to guess, it'd be because I'm naturally charming, witty, hilarious and a hot piece. But that's just a guess." On top of becoming uninhibited like everyone else when she was drunk, she also became a little cocky, usually letting people know how straight up awesome he was. Anyone she was interested in got the brunt of this, since Drunk Ella saw it as a good time to come up with a sales pitch for herself. Although, Drunk Ella sales pitches weren't usually the most eloquent of things...

She closed her eyes, too when he nuzzled her cheek, enjoying the soft contact along with the not so sweet, but pretty dang amazing contact of their nether regions, safely tucked away behind clothing. "I think you need another drink for good measure."

And then some words that were a little cruder, but somehow turned her on instead of offending her as they normally would. She peeled herself from him as the song ended, and looked into his eyes. "Yes. Truer words have never been spoken. Let's get me fucked. Up." She wasn't really agreeing to anything still, and she kind of felt bad playing the sexy vixen because of that. But for the first time, she was at least acknowledging that some wanted some o' dat.

She sat herself down on the counter, trying to look nonchalant after that comment, and slid off back onto the floor before taking her seat again. "A fish bowl sized drink, please."

[GAVIN BROOKS]

"Yes. Truer words have never been spoken. Let's get me fucked. Up." He gazed into her eyes, a flash of amusement and lust twinkling there as she pulled away, the corners of his lips playfully up in a smirk. He was enjoying Ella, and was reminded again why he loved working at the Jack Kit so much. It was way better than the 9-5 he used to work. Yeah, he made quadruple the money there, but he also wanted to hang himself by noon most days.

Gavin thought of her words from before. I make friends easily. If I had to guess, it'd be because I'm naturally charming, witty, hilarious and a hot piece. She was all those things, and it was clear they were becoming fast friends. They were all the qualities he liked having in a woman. Funny was definitely high on his list, followed pretty damn close by being a hot piece. His eyes roamed to her ass as she scooted off the bar internally agreeing; hot piece. Definitely. Lastly he like the friends thing. He didn't like things to get serious. Usually. Abby had changed all that, but his version of serious was much different these days. He wanted love. Uninhibited, cant-fall-asleep, fuck-all-night, obsessed love. He never thought he would be one for that but now that he'd had it he wanted it again, and that sort of thing, he was convinced, didn't happen naturally. He had never experienced any of the feelings he had while on the potion prior to ever having it, and he had been engaged before!

"A fish bowl sized drink, please." "One fish bowl, coming up, but first a shot." Gavin busied himself, not even trying to hide the fact that he liked her anymore. It was evident that she was interested and all he had to do was continue to feed her drinks and promise to be her friend all night, which he was graciously doing. He grabbed a shaker and poured vodka, Irish cream, amaretto and some coffee liquor into the shaker and shook viciously with an ice cube. He poured the drink into two double shot glasses and slid one to her. "A screaming orgasm, courtesy of me." He winked and held his shot up, tipping it to her before downing it. It went down smooth and sweet, as it should and he slammed the shot down, pulling the bottle of love potion out at the same time since she was busy taking her shot, sliding it under the bar.

"Alright!" He clapped his hands and dug out a big cup. "This... is a complicated one. I hope you can handle it." He smiled at her as he poured the ice in it, keeping it under the counter and grabbing the vile of potion. He poured a few drops in and then put the cap on, leaving it there for now before grabbing the vodka. He poured some in and then placed the glass on the counter so she could watch him pour the rest of the ingredients in. Parrot Bay, Coffee liqueur, Gin, Scottish and Irish Whiskey, Orange liqueur, blue curacao liqueur, and coconut cream. "Warning, you might not be able to see straight after this.." He smiled wickedly and stuck a couple cherries in the glass along with a lime, stirring it with a little red straw. "But don't worry, I'll help you get it all down. I call it an Island Girl." He laughed and watched with anticipation.

This was it, no turning back now!

[ellabell]

"A screaming orgasm? Interesting choice. It just so happens that I've been needing one of those." She shot it back at the same time he did. This one went down a lot smoother and sweeter than the tequila and made her head and stomach buzz warmly. "Mmmm... that was wonderful. I'm hoping to have more of those in the future." She winked, since it seemed like the appropriate thing to do after a line like that.

"This... is a complicated one. I hope you can handle it." PFT. She could handle anything. She could motha-truckin' FLY, bitch! Of course, she couldn't say that out loud. But she could. Her wings twitched, itching to be released from her harness. This was the only danger of her getting white girl wasted-- it was like her wings got drunk, too. If they weren't held down by the harness, they would have been flapping around crazily, just ready to swoop her up into the sky for some shaky flight.

"Oh. Trust me. I can handle anything, big boy. Lay it on me." She watched him pour the multitude of ingridiants, one after the other. Fuck nut, that was a lot of booze. She could do it though! She pulled the drink towards her and jokingly said, "What? No umbrella for this Island Girl?" She brought the glass up to her lips anyway, and took a big gulp. She could tell this was one of those drinks that somehow didn't taste like there was too much alcohol in them even though it was ALL alcohol. "You sir, are good at your job. This is delicious." She smiled and took another giant intake of it. It was time to get FUUUUUUCKED. Up, of course. "You should be a chef. A drink chef." She took another gulp, and looked at him, happily.

"So, designated best friend. Since the only thing I know about you is that you're hot, you work at a bar and that your name is Gavin, I'm looking to know some more. Tell me about yourself, hot bartender Gavin. What do you do when you're not making boozy delicacies?" She took another sip. Whoooooa man was she going to be messed up by the time she went home. But she was bound and determined to finish this whole goddamn drink. AND have some good company in the process.

Originally, she'd driven here, thinking that she wouldn't be drinking much, but once she'd gotten here and she'd seen that there was practically NO ONE inhabiting the club, she'd decided that she was going to have to get VERY drunk, not thinking about how she'd get home later. MINOR technicalities. She could always get a cab. She could always fly. Probably not fly though. That would not be a good idea in the middle of the city, said the fading Sober Ella to Drunk Ella.