Welcome To The Game

[Taylor Mitchell]

Taylor sat on the bike that had come in for shop. She generally just did the paint work of the bikes, cars and trucks that came in but, sometimes, she was allowed to help with the engine work when they went wrong. She knew her stuff but she didn't actually have a qualification to help so, technically, she couldn't do the real work.

Taylor finished doing the flames and got off the bike, grabbed a towel, and wiped her hands. She was pro at doing the artwork and not getting any paint on herself. During her free time she did worked at a tattoo parlor so she was precise with her work. The girl went to tell the boss she had finished and then walked out the shop, taking her jacket with her.

Taylor managed to take one step out of the garage gateways before she noticed someone looking at her. She waited for him to look away, cary on, or even just blink, but it didn't happen. She sighed and walked up to him herself, crossing the street with her usual swaying hips and attractive walk. "Can I help you or do you just want a picture?"

 

[Laurence Zemonif]

It had been a good few weeks for Laurence so far, meeting people, getting drunk, the usual. He had been trying to spend more time out of the house, as his Aunt Tika had been nagging at him to get a job. He didn't understand why he should, he didn't need one, he could just get money from her!

He wandered along the street, it was a little while before the majority of good pubs and clubs opened, and he was planning on finding someone to go with him before he got there. He wasn't in the mood for his usual way of 'getting women', today he was up for a challenge, someone not drunk and, uh.... easy!

he noticed a garage with some decent looking motorbikes, one in particular with flames down the side. But it wasn't really the flames he was looking at, it was the girl sat painting them. He leant against the wall as he saw her finishing up, and smirked as, to plan, she came out and towards him. He didn't change his gaze on her, just keeping focus knowing this would bug almost anyone. It was one of his new tactics!

As she spoke he submerged into smugness, "Well, uhh, both?" he smiled pulling himself away from the wall and folding his arms, standing in no less than a provocative manner!

 

[Taylor Mitchell]

Taylor smirked, it seemed she'd caught a cheeky one this time. The girl leant forward and leant on one knee for about a second before looking up at him. "What, didn't bring your camera?" She laughed for a bit. "What did you want then? Other than the inspiration for your next..." She paused, a glint in her eye that was proof of the dodgy thoughts in her head. "Personal time."

Taylor laughed and turned away. She began walking, her jacket over her shoulders and her hips swaying provocatively. She walked to the end of the road before turning around and, sure enough, caught him looking where her behind was. "Are you coming or not?" The pub was just around the corner and she spent the afternoon after work down there.

 

[Laurence Zemonif]

Laurence Laughed at the girl's self belief that he would comply with her idea, noticed he was thinking in complicated terms and decided to take control! He knew this girl was trying to wind him up, so he made up his mind he would do the same.

He turned around - after having the obligatory peek at her walking away - and strutted off with his hands in his pockets, almost swaying his hips too! "Yeah, but I don't know which way you're going!" He stopped and spun around, leaning forward and raising his voice a little more "New club just opened up down the road, I'm heading over there," Continuing his turn to face the direction he was heading in "Feel free to join me." He signalled with his hand a sign that meant come with me if you want, I'm not too bothered really although there were much stronger thoughts going through his head!

 

[Taylor Mitchell]

Taylor shrugged, she knew she was hot, she worked hard to be, and she could get another guy. This one seemed slightly odd anyway. "Have fun. I'm gunna go to the pub, get smashed, probably leave with a random guy. But have fun at the club." She laughed and turned the corner, letting her fingers glide slowly across the building hiding her from view as she went.

Taylor had a feeling he was cool, once you got past the bit that wasn't. She leant against the wall and waited, knowing he would follow. Of course, she understood that there was only so far you could play with someone but she knew the boundaries and respected them. He would get what he wanted in the end, as long as he didn't turn out to be a creep that is.

 

[Laurence Zemonif]

Laurence didn't like to be controlled, and usually he would carry on on his own way, knowing he would be perfectly able to 'get with' any other woman he liked the look of. But this one was obviously attracted to him a lot, and after all, he had got his own way ALL week. He sighed and followed the girl, rolling his eyes at her attempt to turn him on with her actions.

"Pub. Then club" he said as he walked past her only looking back once he was a few feet away. "Which you wanting then?" He knew all the pubs in the area, obviously! And quite a few of them were actually quite good! He strutted along in his normal manner, with his hands in his jacket pockets.

 

[Taylor Mitchell]

Taylor rolled her eyes at him and started walking again, a ghost of a smile couldn't be hidden from her face though. She ignored the question until she appeared at her favorite pub. It was her favourite because her adoptive father owned it. That meant she could drink there for free, as could any friend she brought in with her.

Taylor entered, said hi to some of the locals and exchanging usual witty banter before jumping on te counter and pouring herself a drink. The bartender, usually her 'dad' or one of her 'brothers', wasn't around and they let her normally anyway. "What do you want then..." She paused for a scond before looking at him properly. "What is your name?"

 

[Laurence Zemonif]

Laurence ignored the fact the girl didn't answer him, but headed down along the street anyway. When she turned into one in particular his expression changed slightly to a little bit worried. He had been kicked out of this one, several times in fact and was now bared from even entering at all! Of course this was through no fault of his own, this incident could have happened to anyone!

"Uhh, double scotch on the rocks as a started.... umm...." He looked around uncomfortably, hoping the bar tender wouldn't see him. "Oh, I'm Laurence! Laurence Zemonif, and you are?" quickly forgetting he was not supposed to be here, and went all chivalrous, bowing sarcastically whilst holding and kissing the womans hand - His general way of introducing himself to decent looking women.

 

[Taylor Mitchell]

Taylor made his drink and put it on the bar next to her. "Mitch." She often introdused herself with a shorter version of her surname, prevented stalkers finding out all her details. One of her friends had been through that before. It wasn't fun and it ended in quite a beating. He had chosen the wrong girl to follow around.

Taylor watched this Laurence boy as he looked around the place. He looked uncomfortable for some reason. He seemed like the kind of person that would be at home in a place full of booze but something was off. "Something wrong? Or you just got ants in your pants?" She had ignored the kissing of her hand. That was slightly weird but, well, all people were weird. If you weren't, you were boring.

 

[Laurence Zemonif]

Laurence pulled himself back together, he didn't really care if he was kicked out again, it'd happened enough anyway and would surly impress this girl, and if not her then some other girl who he had a chance with! "Mitch? isn't that a guy's name?!" He leant against the bar and struck a teasing tone into his voice.

"I've been kicked outta here a few times. I'm barred now." He grinned cheekily raised one eyebrow and bit his tongue. "It wasn't really my fault, there I was sitting having a quiet drink with a girl, next thing I know some guy's fist is in my face. It's not my fault I didn't see the ring on the girl's finger." He shrugged and played a the fake innocent "Then one thing led to another - one of those things being giving him the best wedgie I think I've EVER given! - and I got barred!" He picked up the drink next to him and downed it in one big gulp, "That was good, hows abouts round doux?!" he enquired while slamming the glass that was outragessly small, down on the bar.

 

[Taylor Mitchell]

Taylor laughed and shook her head. "Nah, It's a nickname." She laughed as she listened to his story and made them both another drink, after finishing hers while he was talking. "You know, I think I remember my dad telling me about that." She thought for a second. If he was barred from the pub maybe it wasn't so wise to be here with him.

Taylor downed her pint then, after putting the glass down and writing a note to her father explaining the missing drinks, jumped off. "Come on then, wasn't there talk of a club?" She laughed and walked to the door, waving at the people that knew her as she went. She wasn't really dressed for a club in her opinion but she couldn't be caught letting people back in the pub that had been barred.

 

[Laurence Zemonif]

Laurence thought for a second - dangerous! - "Your dad, is he like, a local here then?" he followed her out of the room, mimicking her goodbyes and waves as he went, deliberately trying to bug her. He liked annoying people! "YES! Club time! I heard it was quite good, worth a try at least. Hey, this time I'm actually looking half decent!" He refered to the last time he went clubbing, he was wearing jeans with superman boxers over the top, and NOTHING else! Yes, he was very drunk....

 

[Taylor Mitchell]

Taylor shook her head. "Nah, he owns the place. The guy that kicked you out would be my big brother, Jacob." She wondered how he would take that news. Quite a few of the blokes she met got scared off when she mentioned her brother was a bouncer. It would be interesting to see, especially as he had had a run in with her dad already. Her and Jacob looked nothing alike, they were pretty much opposites. None of the family looked alike, except Damien and Maya but they were twins.