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Post by KATHERINE MINOLA on Aug 28, 2010 7:57:13 GMT -5
Katherine snapped out of her daze, realizing that she had a finger wrapped around a lock of hair and was twirling it incessently, like a schoolgirl. "God, I can't believe you had to see that." She shuddered embarassingly at Hal, as she her pale skin flushed pink. She quickly pulled her hair back in a loose ponytail before turning to the bartender and ordering another Corona. At this rate, she was going to gte pissed before Dina left for the night. Not something wanted to shared at wok the next day. She took her next drink slowly, as she turned to watch Hal gain. Big, gruff and scruffy - to say the least- he brought her bck her highschool days, and to the kids who thought they were cool because they skipped class, cut up their uniforms and talked back to teachers. The Sex Pistols groupies, the punks. Without thinking, she said "You know, you remind of some of the kids who were in my senior choir class."
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Post by hal on Aug 28, 2010 18:29:46 GMT -5
"Choir? You must of went to an interesting school if guys like me were in your choir," Hal scoffed a little and took a deep swig of his beer. He was the kid who didn't join any club, the kid that didn't belong to any group. Even before the car accident, he didn't really fit in. Hal was always too blunt or too something for the other kids.
Mostly, they ignored him because he didn't play the highschool game.
He didn't care who was dating who or who had the best clothes or who got a new car for their sweet sixteen. He didn't care about anything really. Sure, he'd get hot and bothered for the cheerleaders or the "in crowd" but that usually passed once they opened their mouths and nonsense came out.
Beauty and brains were hell to find in a teenage girl back then. They probably still were but he didn't really know. It's not like he spent his spare time chatting up fifteen year old girls.
He wasn't a... what was the world they used nowadays? Creeper? Yeah.
He wasn't a creeper.
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Post by KATHERINE MINOLA on Aug 30, 2010 8:27:12 GMT -5
Katherine chuckled. "I mean you remind me of the punks who took choir because they needed a bird course to get a passing grade. They were the ones who thought they being cool by mouthing off to the teachers and what-not. Not that you were like them completely. Just in that carefree fuck-them manner you have. They were irresponsible idiots. You're not. I probably shouldn't even have mentioned it though." She smiled at Hal, taking another swig of beer before continuing, "Telling people you were in the school choir isn't the best thing for a hardass's reputation...but maybe if you get me drunk enough, you'll get a sample." Katherine smiled slightly at this least comment. She was never this candid with a friend or relative, let alone someone she'd just met. But she felt comfortable around Hal, and she figured Dina wasn't in sight anywhere, so there wouldn't be any gossip tomorrow if she were careful...
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Post by hal on Sept 14, 2010 18:09:05 GMT -5
Hal chuckled and shook his head. "Believe it or not, I wasn't one of those kids in school. I actually behaved," Hal snorted at Katherine's offer. "Would it be a good sample if you were drunk?" Hal wondered what else might happen if she got drunk; maybe she'd dance like a 1980's maniac. Hal didn't know and while he wanted to find out, he didn't want to give the woman a hang over the next day. He was more considerate than that and after suffering from one too many hang overs, Hal took pity.
"You should eat something, otherwise the alcohol'll go straight to your head," Hal tapped his temple as if to illustrate. "And unless you want the mother of all hang-overs tomorrow morning, food would be good,"
Hal paused for a moment, weighing the possible outcomes for what he was about to say.
"Split a basket of wings?"
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Post by KATHERINE MINOLA on Sept 20, 2010 7:10:41 GMT -5
Katherine looked quizzingly at Hal for a moment, weighing his offer. He had a point, and a hangover was never a good thing for an accountant. Besides, she was starving, having not eaten much before she left the house.
...Still, this night was getting interesting. It was record for her in terms of talking with a man, or just talking in general. She was still wry of getting too comfortable with him. Not good to get drunk with a guy you just met,but at least he didn't run away from you. That was the thought running through her head at the moment. Sh couldn't help but smirk at his comment about her singing. "I'm guessing the sample might be just a bit wobbly...but who's going to care really?"
She smiled at Hal and accepted his offer: "Is spicy okay?"
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Post by hal on Sept 24, 2010 8:29:19 GMT -5
"Is spicy okay?"
Hal grinned. "It's the only way to eat wings," Hal flagged down a waitress and placed the order. He ignored the fact that she stared at his leg with interest and a little disgust. It really wasn't his fault that his own mother had shunned him during the accident and was more concerned with money than she was with his health. Hal challeneged the waitress with a hard look and she left quickly. He wasn't a mean guy but he knew that he looked like one hell of a hard ass and/or serial killer. Most of the time he hated that but at times like this, when some young, impressionable yuppie couldn't stay civil and respectful around him...
Just call him Ted freaking Bundy.
Hal shook his head after the young woman left and took a deep drink from his bottle. "You're gonna be gettin' weird looks for sitting here with me," He told Katherine dryly. He felt the need to warn her about what usually happened when he struck up conversation with someone.
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Post by KATHERINE MINOLA on Sept 25, 2010 6:35:53 GMT -5
Katherine smiled at Hal. "I already get weird looks from people." She said, "I'm the Wicked Witch of Wall Street. My reputation as a bad tempered hard ass hasn't exactly endeared me to most of my other colleagues." She took another swig of here Corona as she waited for the wings to come. She felt bad for Hal, but tried to hide it. She didn't have a particularly good experience expressing pity in public. Still, she could imagine how unsettling it was always frightening people unintentionally. Hell she did it on a regular basis. When she was younger, her father was terrified of her scaring away the men he brought over. Once he even threatened to forbid Bianca to date unless she started going out first. Deciding to supply humour for pity, she grinned broadly at Hal, and said half-seriously,
"You needn't worry about me. Anyone gives me a wrong look, I'll give them a demonstration of my rather colourful vocabulary. Then they'll leave us both alone."
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Post by hal on Oct 1, 2010 17:48:00 GMT -5
"My knight," Hal said dryly. It was funny that this slip of a woman was offering to defend him. Of course, it didn't matter to her that he was strong enough to fend people off himself, she just wanted to help, he was sure.
She wasn't like his mother who left him to rot.
"You don't have to do that. I'll just glare at them and make them fear for their lives," Hal scowled to demonstrate. His already grisled features twisted into something that was both disgusting and horrifying. It was a look he perfected years ago to scare off punks trying to rob his shop. The wings appeared before them (Hal didn't see the waitress put them there) and Hal happily tucked in.
He grabbed a wing and did what he always did. Tore it in half before chowing down. The wings weren't all that spicy so Hal took the liberty of adding a healthy dose of Tobasco.
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Post by KATHERINE MINOLA on Oct 6, 2010 10:19:51 GMT -5
Katherine griined at Hal'd grimace and watched as he picked up a wing, broke in two and started eating it, after dumping in a large dallop of tobasco.
"A man after my own heart." She smiled as picked up a wing with her fingertips so she wouldn't get hands too dirty, and bit right into it.
She sat and chewed for a moment, wondering if it was the right time and place to bring it, and as she could think of nothing else to say, she took a deep breathe, and spoke:
"So...may I ask about your leg,?"
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Post by hal on Oct 16, 2010 13:41:47 GMT -5
"Sure you can ask," Hal shrugged and finished his wing. He took a moment to lick his fingers clean and to wipe them on a napkin. He took a sip of beer while trying to think of how to start. "I was seventeen and I was in a car accident. The guy who hit me...well, it wasn't his fault. His car gave out on him and rammed me. I was in the hospital for months learning how to live and walk with this," Hal patted his leg fondly. He figured he might as well tell her the whole story. "Got into mechanics right after that. The man who hit me, we stay in touch. Haven't talked to my parents since then though," Hal rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Maybe they were dead. Then again, maybe they weren't. Did he care, either way? Hal thought on it for a moment. No, no he didn't. "And that's how I lost my leg. It was a long time ago, so it ain't anything to get stuck on," Hal hated it when people he was trying to get to know got fixated on his leg. They ignored the man right in front of them and instead looked only at the metal and the odd gait. "It'd be better if you just forgot it was there. 'M still just a guy, you know," |
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Post by KATHERINE MINOLA on Oct 19, 2010 19:42:02 GMT -5
 Katherine smiled. "I won't get stuck on it," she said, "I know what it's like to be the freak of the family. Just be happy that you didn't have a perfect sibling for everyone to compare you to." She nibbled on another wing as she thought bitterly about Bianca and the rampant favouritism in her family. "Believe me, it wasn't fun being the bitter plain Jane to the perfect younger sister. It is rather ironic though, that you're close to the man who hit you, but haven't talked to your parents in years. I guess parents can be real assholes sometimes." Katherine rolled her eyes, then took another sip of her beer. Propping an elbow up on the table, she rested her head in her hand, a small smile on her face as she watched Hal. It was good to meet someone as cynical as she was. She just hoped she'd be able to hold her own before the night was through, or she wasn't going to have a very good morning tomorrow... |
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Post by hal on Oct 25, 2010 18:41:50 GMT -5
"You're not a plain Jane," Hal said firmly. Katherine wasn't the typical 'pretty' girl that Hal saw all over the city. But, she was pretty.
Prettier than the batshit crazy woman who lived above the specialty store next to his garage. And prettier than the college co-ed who came in the other day with a shiny new convertable to have the oil changed.
Not that that mattered any. Pretty girls don't go for ugly guys. Ever. Hal was fine with that, but it didn't keep him from flirting. Not that he was going to flirt with Katherine. Nah. He liked her a little too much to screw it up by flirting.
Hal picked up another wing.
"So, what's so great about this sister of yours? Does she work on Wall Street too?"
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Post by KATHERINE MINOLA on Oct 25, 2010 19:00:24 GMT -5
"So, what's so great about this sister of yours? Does she work on Wall Street too?"
Katherine burst out laughing at this comment. "Oh, that just made my night Hal." She grinned broadly as she took another wing. Between bites, she spoke her mind.
"Bianca is the great beauty of the family. I have pale skin and dark hair. She has ivory kins, chestnut curls and a figure that would make a model jealous. And she's always sunny and bubbly. She's the kind of person everyone gravitates toward. I'm the kind of person they run away from." She grinned bitterly as she took another drink.
"It's nice of you to stand up for me, but if you saw my sister, you wouldn't think of me another moment. As for what she does, she'll grab at anything that might get her some attention. Singing, acting, modeling. And, wouldn't you know, she's actually half decent at them." This time the bitterness was devoid of humour. It was just her luck that her sister actually deserved much of the attention she got. "A pretty face and a decent voice gets you a hell of a lot farther than a good IQ." Katerine finished her beer and immediately called for another one. She let out a frustrated sigh and grinned sheepishly at Hal. "I'm sorry I vented at you. I definitely have unresolved family issues....but maybe the beer can help fix that." When her bottle finally came, he raised it in the air in a toast and took a long drink from it...
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Post by hal on Nov 4, 2010 0:08:33 GMT -5
It's nice of you to stand up for me, but if you saw my sister, you wouldn't think of me another moment
Hal frowned at the comment. "I doubt it," Was all Hal said. He picked apart another wing and listened as Katherine talked about her family.
And when she apologized, Hal waved it off. "Trust me, I get screwy families," Hal started to reach over and pat her hands in brisk comfort but stopped before he spread hot sauce all over her. Hal mimed patting her hand in the air and then returned it to his wing.
"Tell me something interestin'. All this talk of family and car accidents is making me a little sad. Don't wanna be sad today, 'm trying to have a good time,"
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Post by KATHERINE MINOLA on Nov 4, 2010 9:04:28 GMT -5
Katherine blushed and flinched as she saw Hal's hand about touch hers. She wasn't a touchy-feely person, and was secretly glad that Hal had stopped before actually touching her. She smiled as he attempted to get the subject changed.
"Tell me something interestin'."
"What would you like to know? I suggest you get me drunker if you want anyhting juicy." She smirked as she grabbed another wing and bit into it...
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