Realistic or Modern Bad Habits- A Toxic RP

[Melanin-Gxdess]

(A 1x1 RP between The Hero and myself~)

We don't meet people by accident.
Everyone that enters our lives have a reason; a purpose.
However you come in contact with this person doesn't matter.
All that matters is the lesson they've taught you.
All that matters is the person you've become after they've gone.
Whether it's good or bad solely depends on you.
You can let them bring out the best.
Or you can let them bring out the worst.
At the end of the day, they've done their job.
You have to decide.

Jaymie Haddox was a night-owl.

The only time the girl truly came alive was when the sun went down and the moon came out. Night time was her favorite, mostly because of her job and the parties that came with it. She held a bar-tending job at one of the local clubs in California, 'Supernova'. It was her favorite way of getting to party for free, even if she had to be behind a bar majority of the night. That was a sacrifice she was willing to make.

Tonight, 'Supernova' was having a huge party. There was a headlining DJ playing his first gig and everyone came to see. Jaymie was not at all having a great night, there being more annoying people than usual. Of course she would smile and nod at the customers but when their backs were turned, her eyes would roll and her resting bitch face would return. She really wasn't putting up with anyone flirting with her, shutting down anyone who would even try to talk to her.

Once she was behind the counter, she was mixing drinks with a fake smile on her face. Most wouldn't be able to tell that it was a fake smile unless they were staring intently. When one guy asked for her number, she simply replied, "You can take your drink or get out." She scrunched her face up with a sinister grin as he looked offended and nodded her head. He didn't even reply, being dejected lowering his confidence. Her friend Kris was mixing drinks laughing.

"You didn't have to do him like that, he was cute." Jaymie just shook her head and gave her a look that said 'Really?'.

"How many times must I tell you? Men are only good for one thing; pleasure. He had 'marry me' eyes." She couldn't even finish her sentence before busting out laughing. The two girls laughed on before continuing their jobs and filling cups.

Kris was no doubt her best friend, the two girls doing everything together. They met at the club, Kris basically training her in the craft of alcohol. From there they clicked and were best friends ever since. Just a few months ago, the two of them had moved into a nice two bedroom apartment. They're basically like sisters and practically nothing can tear them apart.

In just a few hours, Jaymie would be free of these hooligans but until then, she would fake her way through the night.​

 

[The Hero]

Douglas Park

Spoiler: Appearance

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"Yeah, of course, alright, be there in a minute," Douglas answered, hanging up his phone. "Gah," he sighed, shoving his phone into his pocket and flopped onto his musty couch, a cloud of dust flying into the air. He looked around. His apartment was small, cramped, and dusty. There was a mattress in the corner, couch right next to it and a small tv on a stand in front of it. He also had a small kitchen located near his door that took up most of his space and was the origin of a horrible smell. The young man had left his dishes to pile up in the small sink, and the mix of spoiled milk, rotting meat, and other perishable materials was making his nose hurt. "How did I let this happen," he growled, throwing a pillow at the dishes, "wash yourselves!" He soon heard the sound of crashing, but the shards of cracked porcelain were hidden in the dark as the sun dipped under the horizon. "Guess it's time to go," he murmured, glancing at his phone's clock. He stood up and walked towards his bathroom, his favorite place in the whole world. This was the place where he cleaned himself physically and emotionally. "Hey, sexy," Douglas growled at himself, looking at the mirror. His eyes looked like they were about to immigrate to a whole new country with all those bags. "I look awful," he laughed, pulling at his eyes, "well, nothing a shower can't fix."

Half an hour passes while he prepares himself. He now looked presentable. "Mmm," he hummed, rubbing his freshly shaven face, "I don't look like someone who spends most of his time working, partying, and spending nights outside of his house." He slipped on his shoes, so he wouldn't cut his feet on the shards on the floor, grabbed his keys, and left.

He arrived at the club his friends invited him to called 'Supernova'. It was for some small party or something; he didn't know. What he did know though was that he was being treated out tonight. He spotted his friends and put on a smile. "Hey guys," he waved, "I'm ready for free stuff!" They laughed at him, welcoming him into their group.

"You ready to party?" friend one asked.

"Totally," Douglas responded, pulling out his i.d. "You ready to treat me?"

They enter the club and Douglas pushes friend. "Get me a drink, I'll be in the corner," he whispered, his friend leaving afterward. Moment pass and his friend comes back with a drink. This process repeated for quite a while until his friend told him to get his own drinks. "Stop using me like a gopher," he joked, hitting Douglas on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry buddy," Douglas apologized, throwing his arms around his friend, "I'll get my own drink from now on so give me money." He grinned as he was given a hefty amount. He was a bit inebriated and was looking down as he approached the bar. He gave a quick glance up and wondered if he could get free drinks by kissing up. He didn't know. He couldn't think. "Has anyone ever said to you that you would look great cleaning up porcelain shards from a dirty kitchen?"

Melanin-Gxdess

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

A few more hours into her shift and she was finally able to take a break. It was becoming noticeable that she was starting to lag behind and to wake herself up a little, she did drugs. All the other bartenders had gotten her into it, except Kris. Her drug of choice was couple of Red Bulls and that was it. She most definitely didn't approve of her friend doing anything other than smoking marijuana, but she wouldn't say so. She had lost that battle a long time ago.

Before returning to work, she went to the bathroom and cleaned herself up, now suddenly hit with a wave of energy. Her hair was tied up and she had removed her shirt and was now wearing a black tank top with a towel over her shoulder. A catchy song was playing and she started dancing to it behind the bar while fixing drinks. She took a slight note of a small party of guys walking in and settling off to a corner. One of them kept coming back for the same drink, so she made sure to have it ready.

She was beginning to enjoy herself some more in the night until a tipsy guy came up to her. Jay put her hands on the bar and when she was about to ask what he wanted, he spoke. What he may have thought was a compliment, she didn't take it well at all. "Has anyone told you you'd look great with a shard of porcelain in your throat?" She then gave him a fake seductive look. "I can help you with it." Her eyes rolled before she placed her hands on her hips. "Do you want a drink or not? I'm busy."​

 

[The Hero]

"Your words and your eyes say very different things," Douglas responded, a cocky grin plastered on his face. His vision was fuzzy, and everyone looked rather attractive and friendly. In his current mindset, he couldn't differentiate between what a real seductive look and a fake seductive look looked like. His mind worked to think of more things to say because in his mind his plan was working, and he was on his way to free drinks, ignoring any repercussions that may come from his actions. In any case, he could probably goad someone into buying him something. Why was he so fixated on making someone buy something when he had the money his friend gave him? He wasn't exactly sure, but every time he spent money a little part of him dies; and, he's already spent too much money in his past. He was getting sidetracked from the objective at hand though, trying to get free stuff for no reason. Although, it was already practically free.

In the meantime, he had been staring towards the ground for a good minute while his thoughts went on. Finally, he looked up at the bartender. "Yeah, I want a tall, dark drink oddly enough with long black hair," he said, inwardly high fiving himself for his amazing pickup skills, "if you can't find it just look in a mirror." He wasn't exactly sure how flirting was going to get him a free drink, but he'll figure it along the way. He wasn't up to thinking too much. The alcohol hadn't killed his headache, so he didn't particularly care much if his endeavors failed. All he cared about were his killer pickup lines. "Hey, maybe if I succeed I she'll bring a bottle or something," he thought, trying to assure himself that his efforts weren't for naught.

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

Jaymie practically cringed when he deflected her comments. The look she gave him hadn't seemed to work either and it irritated her. It was clear that he was drunk now and there was no way she was going to give him another drink. She was just going to ignore him at this point but he was being so persistent. Maybe if he wasn't so drunk, perhaps she would have been nicer to him; even given him that free drink he was so desperately trying to get from her. She gave him an opportunity to leave and just enjoy his night but he didn't want to.

"You know what? A tall, dark drink? Coming right up." Kris and a few other bartenders watched on in silence and in pity for the poor guy. They had seen, quite a few times, what Jay did to patrons who annoyed her and wouldn't leave. They all just shook their heads and went back to the customers they were tending to. Jaymie disappeared for a second, mixing up a tall glass of water and looked around for something dark. She found a pot of coffee that had been sitting for a while and poured half into the cup. With a devilish grin she walked back over to him and set it down.

"Here's your tall glass of something dark." Before he got a chance to pick it up, she'd take it and lean over the counter before dumping it onto his head. Smiling in triumph, she set the cup down and pushed her hair out of his face before giving him a dirty look.

"Now, run back to your little friends so they can take you home and clean you up, yeah?"​

 

[The Hero]

To say Douglas was surprised would be an understatement, and to say he was irritated would also be an understatement. The douse of water and coffee grinds had brought him slightly back from his drunken stupor, and he was livid. He wasn't mad at the disrespect shown by the bartender towards him and his friends but more at her ruining his clothes. How dare she? His clothes were one of the only things he valued in the hole he called an apartment, and they cost so much to clean. He had once fought a man for smudging his new shoes. His eyes stung from the grinds that got into his eyes, and his hair had fallen flat into his eyes; but, he was more concerned with returning the dirty look given to him. He stared at her, ignoring the musky smells of coffee grinds and feeling of chilly water. His friends pointed at him from afar. A moment passes, and it was probably the alcohol acting. He placed his friend's cash on the counter before he grabbed the tall glass and smashing it on the ground. By doing that, he attracted the attention of the people around him and gained the worry of his nearby friends.

He turned on his heel and quickly walked back to his group.

"Hey, what happened?" the group asked, wrapping their arms around him, "you okay?"

Douglas returned their questions with a charismatic smile, making his face flush red. "Yeah, the bartender tripped and tossed the drink onto my head, and when I reached to see if there was any left, I dropped it. Crazy, right?" His friends looked amongst each other hardly believing his story but deciding not to delve deeper. They guessed that they, or Douglas, would be kicked out soon. So, they tried to enjoy themselves while they could.

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

Seeing the guy in front of her break the glass actually scared her a little. It scared her friends even more, thinking he was about to do something to her. One of them made their way over to a bouncer and ratted. When they returned and told her, she scowled. "For what reason? You guys should know by now that I can take care of myself." She was mad that they interfered with her life and there was nothing more she hated in the world than that; interference. As she continued pouring drinks, she would catch the group being escorted out by the bouncer and a part of her felt bad; for about ten seconds. He shouldn't have broken that damn glass, she thought to herself. Now she would have to clean up the mess she made and the mess he made and only one of those she was willing to do. 'It's not porcelain but I still gotta clean up shards of something.' She thought to herself, thinking of what he had said to her earlier.

The night would go on for what seemed like forever before her shift was over. As she was leaving, her bag draped over her shoulder and her hands in her pockets, her name was called out. Kris could be seen running up to her side. "So. Some really cute guys asked me if I had really cute friends to go to the fair with. I promise, they're nothing like the last ones." Jaymie gave her a look with raised eyebrows. It was her 'I don't believe you' look and it made Kris laugh. "Ohhh come on! You didn't score tonight so maybe you will tomorrow night with one of his friends!" She just wanted her to stop talking so she interrupted her. "Oh my gosh fine. Anything to get you to stop with your squeaky little voice, fine!"

Now that she stood in her mirror, regretting saying yes, she had to look herself over. Slightly ripped skinny jeans, red Vans, a Marilyn Monroe crop top and an army jacket is what she chose out of the dozen other outfits she tried on. They now littered her floor and before she left she was put them away. Kris' words about her possibly hooking up with someone rang through her mind which made her subconsciously straighten up. It wasn't that big of a mess to begin with, the messiest just being clothes. Before leaving she decided to throw on an alien cap too, just because. She met up with Kris and her other friends a while later with her hands in her pockets. "Okay where are these hot guys I was promised?"​

 

[The Hero]

Just as the group thought, they were hastily escorted off the premises. Now, they were sitting in a booth in a nearby pizzeria quietly eating the dish set in front of them. There was an awkward tension amongst them caused by the man with coffee grinds in his hair. Periodically, someone would open their mouth to speak, but they would quickly close it, opting to stuff their mouth with more pizza. This went on for quite some time until the pizza was gone, so they were just sipping on water. But, did Douglas regret what he did? No, he didn't. He felt his actions were an appropriate reaction towards the bartender's aggression. "She dumped water onto my head," he smugly thought, "I was in the right." Of course, he didn't reveal this to his friends, otherwise, they would figure he had done it on purpose if they already haven't. So, he kept his mouth shut and silently sipped on his drink. Eventually, they were asked to leave the establishment and were left sitting on the curb. It was cold.

"Alright," friend one said, clapping, "I think it's time to wrap this exciting night up, thanks for coming out tonight." Douglas stood up, stretching his back.

"Can I sleep at your place?" he asked, patting his buddy on the back, "my place smells." His friend nodded, and they were off into the night.

Half an hour later, they were at his friend's house. It was an average size and was located in the suburbs. The lawn looked moist which signaled that the sprinklers did their job. Douglas was wrapped around his friend, being dragged into the house. "Thanks," he grumbled, flopping onto the couch. He bounced right off and landed on the rugged floor. "Ouch," he grunted, "alright, I'll be lying here for the rest of the night."

"Yeah, get rested," his friend said absently, "I'm taking you to the fair with me tomorrow along with some other different guys." Douglas could only offer a groan in response.

Soon, the next day came, and Douglas was done getting ready. He had on his casual clothing which consisted of a white, short sleeve shirt, straight-legged blue jeans, and black joggers. Luckily, he left an outfit at all his friends' places just in case. "Ready to go?" his friend asked, jingling his keys. Douglas nodded, reminding himself to pick up his car later on. He quickly gelled up his hair before leaving the house. "Vamos," his friend said, driving off. They quickly arrived and met up with the group. "You guys ready?" his friend asked the others, "the girls should be here already." At his words, Douglas raised a brow. There were going to be girls? No wonder the other guys looked more dressed than he did. Well, he'll win them over with his winning personality. He could see them approaching in the distance already. "Hey," he greeted them, "nice to meet you." His friends followed suit, lining up next to him.

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

The girls began to give Jaymie a list of rules, as the often did when she went out with them to meet new people. No bitchy attitude, no hitting, biting, scratching, or kicking. You'd think they were giving instructions to a 5 year old child. Alas, the things listed has happened in the past when Jaymie met someone she didn't like nor care for. The only reason Kris and the others still hung out with her or invited her out is because she was fun and, despite her very mean exterior, she was a sweetheart. Otherwise, they may have kicked her to the curb a long time ago.

On the walk towards the boys, Kris began explaining how she even met him. It was at Supernova, and a guy kept coming up ordering drinks. In her mind, it meant he knew how to party and people who knew how to party were her kind of people. So she asked for his number and planned a whole night with his friends and her friends. They would all go to a little beach thing at a later time and when they got bored playing games. It seemed like everyone was excited about it all except of course Jaymie. "Lighten up! When was the last time you hung out with a guy?" Jaymie gave her a little smirk. "Try last night with Derek." They all laughed, knowing that by hanging out she meant sleeping with Derek.

They were calming down from their laughing fit, chatting and gossiping about other non-relevant things. "Hey guys." Kris stated. She then went down the line introducing her friends and ended with Jaymie. Jaymie was in a good mood now, a smile on her face and her hands in her back pockets. She gave the guys a head nod as a hello before squinting her eyes at one of them. "You look really familiar."​

 

[The Hero]

Douglas raised an eyebrow at her accusation. "Me?" he asked, pointing at himself. He turned towards his friends, pointing at each one of them. Honestly, he had a hard time remembering anyone's faces. He sometimes forgot what his friends looked like, especially when they shook their heads no. Their faces looked so blurry. He rubbed his eyes was he still drunk? His head definitely still hurt. Douglas turned his eyes back towards Jaymie. The hat made it slightly more difficult to identify her. He might as well politely tell the truth, right? "I'm sorry, I don't think I've met you before," he started as a man holding coffee walked by. The scent triggered a memory of last night.

His eyes widened in rememberance, but he didn't want to make a scene. He would just try to roll with it for now. It didn't look like she was going to assault him again. He seemed to have forgotten how he smashed the glass against the wall. "But, you're name is Jaymie, right? I'll be sure to remember you. It probably won't be that hard; you have quite the ravishing appearance." He questioned whether or not she would remember hin if the night progressed. He would need to keep their distance.

(On mobile, computer went out, sorry for length)

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

At the moment, she was struggling trying to piece it all together. It would come to her, perhaps much later in the night, so for now she'd forget about it. She always had trouble remembering things and this was know different so she wasn't going to dwell on it. Her friends were all giving little waves when Kris said their names but she just kept her hands in her back pockets and nodded her head at them. Her attention was now on this guy, or rather Douglas know that she knew his name, and his comment. She gave him a little smile followed by a laugh. "Compliments like that will get you everywhere."

It was her way of thanking him and before she could say anything more, their little group started moving on without them. "Dickheads, wanna slow down a little?" She didn't exactly bust out into a run to catch up but she was moving faster. When Douglas caught up, she would remember what Kris told her about being nice and roll her eyes. 'Here goes the attempt.' Turning to him while they walked towards some of the booth games she tried to start a conversation.

"So... How did you get roped into coming here tonight? I was tied and gagged." She joked. Her dark sense of humor wasn't really something to expect. ​

 

[The Hero]

"I'm glad you think so," Douglas responded, "compliments are one of the only things I can offer." He joked; but if someone were to look at his assets objectively, they would find some truth to his words. He wasn't exactly the most wealthy or organized of people which is why he typically allowed himself to be dragged around by his friends. He honestly didn't know why they offered to pay for him though. Anyways, his mind attempted to wander away trying from the person he threw a glass at when he was drunk, trying to hide his anxiety. Would his outfit be ruined again? Soon enough though, his body started wandering too, more or less. He was just following the main group which started moving. Slightly, he extended his stride, walking next to Jamie now. The young man guessed that trying to avoid the problem would be suspicious. Hide in plain sight he liked to say.

He raised his eyebrow towards her conversation opener. It was unexpected, to say the least, but he could appreciate the humor. 'I guess I should try to play along,' he thought to himself, cracking a grin. "Heh," he laughed, "is that so? Your friends sound like they know how to have a good time. I can't count how many times I've been tied and gagged by my friends." He walked in silence for a moment, thinking about how to respond seriously. "But today, I was just told that I was going to be taken to a fair; I didn't expect to be meeting up with your group of friends." After explaining himself, Douglas looked around for any topic changers. He spotted some game stands on the side. "Have you ever won one of those? I'm pretty sure it's impossible."

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

So he wasn't at all thrown off by her joke? That was a good sign. Maybe he wasn't going to be an uptight boring guy after all. She raised an eyebrow at his remark while watching her friends and his run off towards booths. It seemed like they were all getting along famously with each other and were being flirtatious and touchy. She wasn't about to be like them and just shook her head. "Looks like your friends are into some heavily kinky shit. And you just allow it?" Of course she was teasing him but the way she was speaking wasn't giving any sort of hint that she was. It was often like that, but she didn't do it on purpose. It went together with the resting bitch face she had at the moment.

Her attention was brought to one of the booths and she scoffed at her companions question. "They're totally rigged, don't even get me started. Designed to make you lose and take all of your money." She told him. A smirk appeared on her face before she nodded her head towards water-gun race. "Those on the other hand a legit, and I'm sure I could beat you in it." She was trying her best to be on her best behavior, even though something in her head said she knew him and something was off. Maybe later she would ask him about it but for now, she'd just worry about kicking his ass in a fair game.​

 

[The Hero]

"Really?" Douglas asked, raising an eyebrow at the woman next to him. "They do look like perverts, but I probably rubbed off on them," he joked, dusting off his shoulder with a cock look on his face. "No biggy." He couldn't really tell if she was joking around anymore, but he assumed that she was. She didn't look like the type of person to insult people she just met, right? He took a glance at her face. No, she looked like she was the type of person to judge others. Did he look like the type of person you could confide in? Is that why she shared that information? He shook his head. It didn't matter. He followed his gut and made a joke, assuming that she made a joke. If things took a turn for the worse, he would get soaked again. But, it's not like there were any items for her to douse him with.

"Hmm?" Douglas hummed, turning his attention towards her words. "Yeah, I would guess so. I remember spending so much money on these games as a child, especially those water gun games where you could actually win consistently." Those water gun games were pretty fun. Shooting water... "Wait," he thought, "is this a part of her plan?" Now, he was worried about her intetions. Did she remember him? Was she going to hurt him? "I guess I'll just try and play along with it, maybe she hasn't, and she's just into squirting." He thought to himself. He turned his head back to the dark woman next to him. "Really? I bet I could easily beat you with both legs tied behind my arms. I'm very flexible." He grinned, gesturing towards the water gun stand. "Take a seat."​

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

Jaymie was actually having some sort of fun. Even if they hadn't exactly done anything yet, he wasn't fawning over her like most men would. Kind of a change from the norm really. And he was playing along to the dark jokes she was making, not really addressing whether or not he was uncomfortable with it. She gave a soft laugh and nodded her head to him. "That's funny." Finally, some sort of emotional response from her that was actually positive.

Hearing him boast about himself made her laugh again at how competitive he was being. In an Ash Ketchum fashion, she turned her cap backwards and looked him in the eyes. "You're on." She gave the man a dollar before sitting in front of a green gun, pointing at a green horse. "Let's set a little wager, hm? I win, you have to carry me on your back the rest of the night." It was out of the norm for her to be this playful, but she was enjoying herself. She wasn't going to be a grouch the entire time, especially if her company was just a little bit interesting. ​

 

[The Hero]

Douglas could feel himself relax as she laughed. His demise was not today unless it was all a trick, and she was setting him up. He tried to keep those thoughts out of his mind though. He gave a small grin to her at the sound of her wager. "Sure," he agreed, holding off on paying the stand attendant until he was ready to play. "Should I assume that I get to ride on your back the rest of the night when I win? I don't think you'd be able to do it, but it would be funny to see you struggle to carry me." He proceeded to pay the man before grabbing the water gun. He was ready to play. "Wait," Douglas hesitated, "am I really supposed to tie my legs to my arms?" The young man had just said it to emphasize his prowess at the game; he wasn't actually expecting to tie his legs to his arms. He hadn't even brought anything to tie himself with.​

 

[Melanin-Gxdess]

She laughed at his question and nodded her head. "Yeah sure. You can ride on my back all the way to the beach party." She was joking, of course, but for now saying it wouldn't be necessary. For a second she feigned to think. Should she really make him tie his leg to his arm? It would be entertaining for everyone, including herself, to watch him do it that way. Plus, he was the one who had even suggested it and brought it up. If we're being honest, she had forgotten all about it until he said something to her. "Actually, since you've brought it up, yeah. It'll be great." She told him before turning to the guy at the booth. Luckily for her friend, the guy didn't have a rope or anything they could use to tie. "Well, you're in luck. Considering he didn't have anything to tie you up with." Sitting back in her seat, she aimed her gun and got ready. "You ready to get your ass kicked?"​

 

[The Hero]

He too was slightly relieved that the man had nothing to tie him with. Wiggling around in his seat, Douglas tried to get comfortable in the torn up leather stool. The handles on the water gun were warm and greasy. It slightly disgusted him, but it was still better than his own apartment. "I've never been ready for loss in my life," he responded, hovering his thumbs over the release buttons. "You're gonna have quite the workout today after this." The game master gestured towards Douglas, asking if they were ready. The young man nodded in response, and the game started. Douglas quickly responded and started spraying theprovided target, rising his bar.