Title: Failed Performance
Description: Open to Anyone
Chris - April 28, 2008 06:05 AM (GMT)
"Thank you, you've all been great." Hobs said as he smiled from the stage there was a mild, half hearted attempt of an applause from the public and only lasted for a few seconds as the man jumped down from the stage. He sighed as he made his way towards the bar... another failed act was all he needed. It was the third time this month that he'd been all but booed off stage. Sure, they hadn't literally booed him but the way they applauded... well, it felt just as bad. As if they were just putting up with him.
The comedian avoided making eye contact with anyone on route. As soon as he reached the bar he sighed once more and closed his eyes for a few seconds before he called over the bartender. The bartender looked at Hobs impatiently and went over to the night's failed entertainment.
"Waddaya want?" asked the bartender.
"Whiskey. Lots of it." Hobs replied.
The bartender cocked an eyebrow before leaving to get the order. Hobbs folded his arms onto the counter and sunk his head into them.
Nikolaos - April 28, 2008 08:10 PM (GMT)
I got my sight set on you. And I'm ready to wait....
She was thirsty. So thirsty…. It had been awhile since her last drink. Ariel's honey brown eyes scanned the crowd as she sat back, crossing her legs as she shifted her weight on the bar stool. And the entertainment? Well it was far from entertaining. He wasn't funny at all really. Just a goofball, a class clown- a nothing....
Maybe she was being too harsh? At least he had the guts to get up there. She could almost taste his sweat as the act went sour, silence echoing in the darkened crowd. His heartbeat sped with nervous tension as he finally stepped off stage, his head dropping, his eyes averted. The clapping was faint, not a very good indicator of success. He wasn't funny. Must suck to realize you're not good at what you got paid for, Ariel reflected.
She sipped her glass, the contents clear and strong. She wasn't quite sure what she was drinking. She had told the bartender to surprise her. Well, she wasn't surprised but she was certainly buzzed. She felt her stomach clench as the man neared her, aged about thirty or so. His thumping heart made her own speed in unison, her pink tongue licking along petal soft lips.
Long blonde hair fell over her ivory shoulders as she leaned forward slightly, her white cocktail dress whispering almost inaudibly as she moved. Her white thronged foot tapped absentmindedly as she looked over at him.
Whiskey. That's what he wanted. Ariel smiled, feeling a little sorry for him as he let his head bury itself in his arms. She jumped off her barstool with feminine grace and took a few steps towards him.
He was so warm, so depressed- soon to be drunk- so sweet--- so delicious--
With a single thought, Ariel silenced her urges- her body tensing as she forced her body to resist its nature, her nature. It was the urge, the hunger, the thirst….. Whatever you wanted to call it. She curbed it- forced herself to be civil. She couldn't possibly rip his throat out here- not in public. No, not anywhere. No killing tonight.
Chris - April 29, 2008 01:04 AM (GMT)
It didn't take long for the bartender to return with a glass of whiskey. Two ice cubes floated in the golden liquid even though Hobs didn't remember ever asking for them. But then again, who cared? Hobs was going to drink it anyways, and then he was going to ask for more. The bartender set the drink on the counter and Hobs reached over for it, already tasting the golden liquid in his mind. He took the glass and finished it off in one long drink. The liquid burned, almost painfully, but at least not as bad as the burning feeling he'd had before hand... the feeling of failure.
"Another." Hobs told the bartender as he set the drink down before the man.
"Hope you have the money to pay for it." the bartender told him.
"I thought that the performers got free drinks?"
"Yeah, well, you call that a performance?"
"Fine, fine... just get me another." Hobs said as he began to fish out his wallet from his back pocket. As he did so, he noticed a woman making her way over to him. Or at least in his direction... Hobs had learned a long time ago never to get his hopes up. He wasn't the most attractive man in the world, nor was he the ugliest. He considered himself fairly normal in appearance, but for some reason he repelled women or only attracted the blood-sucking leeches and crazy women. Plus, he'd just bombed a show. No one approached a comedian after bombing a show, especially not attractive women.
He realized that she was suddenly making her way towards him. Hobs looked at her puzzled for a few moments. She looked sickly pale... had it been that bad of a show?
Nikolaos - April 30, 2008 12:26 AM (GMT)
"You okay?" she asked, her small smile a mask for her hidden agenda. She was so thirsty.... so thirsty. He could fix that. Yes, depressed, drunk, alive, warm, perfect....
"I'm Ariel," she introduced, holding out her slender hand, her fingers perfect in all aspects- so ready to rip his throat out. Her eyes smiled with something secretive as she chuckled.
"You could have been worse...." she didn't know if she should push the subject, but what the hell? Maybe if she pushed him hard enough he'd get even more depressed and wouldn't even notice when her fangs pierced his throat? That was a pretty thought. It was a hopeful thought.
"And your name is? I didn't catch it- entered the bar late I'm afraid...."
