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Post by Redeim on Jun 21, 2011 23:31:43 GMT -5
"Look, I'm from Europe. I've been drinking longer than you have, probably." He told her, giving her a look as if saying don't diss. He took his next shot with an equal amount of smoothness as the ones before it.
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Post by Tori on Jun 21, 2011 23:36:49 GMT -5
"Really? You've been drinking since you were fifteen?" she scoffed, mentioning her own age of when she first got the taste of alcohol.
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Post by Redeim on Jun 22, 2011 0:01:34 GMT -5
Ame smirked, letting out a scoff, "Twelve, actually." He bragged. "And not the sissy drinks, either." He added. He was finally starting to feel the effects of the alcohol, the memories that were threatening to surface before now only foggy moments in time.
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Post by Tori on Jun 22, 2011 0:10:29 GMT -5
Akaila rolled her eyes. "Whatever, its not like I didn't have a sip of alcohol when I was eight. Only because I did." she bragged her own ways back at him. She really did hate it when guys like him thought they were better than her just because they started drinking before she had. "Besides, your probably not even as experienced as I am with the other things." she mentioned, meaning sex obviously. "When did you start doing it, anyway?" she asked out of curiosity, but in a very mocking and rude way, as she took her next shot, pouring it down her throat.
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Post by Redeim on Jun 22, 2011 0:34:34 GMT -5
Ame choked on his drink at the next question, coughing as he looked at her through his bangs. "u-uh-um..." He began, debating telling the truth or not. After all, sixteen wasn't a very impressive age in this kind of battle, but saying four years old could risk suddenly getting sympathy from this girl who was just like him, and didn't seem to want to become close friends like other people he'd slept with. He held a hand on his chest, still trying to clear his throat. "four." He muttered, just loud enough for her to hear if she tried hard enough, clearing his throat one final time.
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Post by Tori on Jun 22, 2011 19:55:52 GMT -5
"Four?" Akaila repeated, her hands on her hips now that she was free from any alcohol in her hands. "So, your saying, you started sleeping with random strangers when you were four years old?" she scoffed, shaking her head then. "As much as I want to, er, no..as much as you want me to believe you...I don't. Who do you think I am, anyway? A fucking idiot like yourself? Uh..no, I don't think so." her voice started getting louder and colder, most of the alcohol getting to her again, though some of it was also her natural temper she had.
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Post by Redeim on Jun 22, 2011 23:36:24 GMT -5
"Ever heard of someone getting raped, bitch?" Ame asked her with a glare, the alcohol seeming to finally affect him.
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Post by Tori on Jun 22, 2011 23:45:14 GMT -5
Akaila was finally steaming now. With the alcohol only making it worse too, she added, "As a matter of fact I have, shit for brains!"
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Post by Redeim on Jun 23, 2011 10:26:40 GMT -5
"Then why is four such a surprising age, huh?" Ame asked her angrily, slamming his cup against the bar, the alcohol only causing him to become angry instead of upset about talking about it. "Why is it so hard to believe someone could get raped?"
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Post by Tori on Jun 23, 2011 21:38:04 GMT -5
Akaila's eyebrows were furrowed even lower even after he had slammed his glass down. Her face nearly red with anger on her dark skin tone. "You know what?" she got up in his face all of a sudden, "I don't have to take this from you. You know why?" she kept eye contact with him all while she sneakily grabbed a full glass of alcohol behind her back before answering her own question. "Because you're just a fucking clueless bastard!" right after that response then Akaila immediately moved the glass of alcohol from behind her back to over Ame's head, pouring every last drop on his head before smashing the glass itself on his head shattering most if it. After that was done with, Akaila simply stepped back half an inch, giving Ame the dirtiest look she's given him yet, as if saying, what are you gonna do about it?
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Post by Redeim on Jun 23, 2011 22:07:32 GMT -5
Ame's hand went to his head, carefully brushing off the glass out of his hair. He stood up, glaring at Akaila through his bangs. Balling his fist up, he took a few deep breaths. "I don't have to take shit from you," He snarled, punching her across the face.
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Post by Tori on Jun 23, 2011 22:17:59 GMT -5
At first a smirk fell over Akaila's face just as he said that line to her. As soon as his fist met with her face then, causing her to fall backwards only slightly, for she was just barely keeping her balance steady, with her nose dripping blood, Akaila shook her head as simple as that, her eyes furrowing down deeper, silently saying, "You really don't wanna mess with me, kid," right before she balled up her own fist, punching him across his own face just as hard as he did to her. Without waiting for a response or any kind of movement then, Akaila aggressively grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down towards her feet, kneeing him right in the face, continuing throwing her foot into his groin area, before shoving him away, hoping that would be enough to knock him to the ground and just give up now.
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Post by Redeim on Jun 23, 2011 23:07:36 GMT -5
Ame groaned as he stumbled back to his feet. "Again, I'm not a kid." Ame growled, using his strength to pull her to the ground harshly.
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Post by Tori on Jun 23, 2011 23:12:41 GMT -5
As Akaila fell to the ground next to him, bruises probably surrounding her legs now, Akaila only managed to let out a smirk with a slight growl as well. "You really got some nerve, kid." she let out finally, wiping her bloody nose with her bruised up arm. She punched him across the cheekbone again, before climbing back to her feet again, this time far enough to where Ame couldn't drag her down again without getting up himself.
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Post by Redeim on Jun 23, 2011 23:53:43 GMT -5
Ame held a hand up to his face, feeling sore as he pulled himself back up to his feet, glaring at Akaila. "I don't need this shit." He growled to her, wiping blood off his face. He stood up straighter, "Fuck you, bitch." He growled to her, walking out of the bar.
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