Why am I here again? [Mallory/Open]

[JONATHON ROSSUM]

DANCE HARD LAUGH MORE TURN THE MUSIC UP NOW

( party like a rock star ! )
C A N I G E T A W H A T N O W ?

Were they... Oh look at that. They were. they were fighting over him. How droll. Well, perhaps a little bit of healthy competition would be interesting. Mally and Terrah, he stamped this over in his mind. Women hated it when you forgot their names. And nothing on this green earth was more annoying than a woman chasing you around with a broken beer bottle, screaming, in her underwear because you called her Shawna and not Shana. J.B. knew from experience. Holy fuck.

Standing near the bar, his hat still off, J.B. waited to be struck in the face. Nothing? "Well, the offer stands..." Perhaps later. He was sure to say something to offend them. "It's a pleasure, Mally and Terrah, who are not friends an' have nuffin in common." he was at complete ease, even though Terrah (that one was Terrah, right? Terrah = blond, Mally = Brunette) dismissed his pick up line. "And it wasn't a bad come one, love. Examine."

Taking a girl by the arm, she looked at him, puzzled. "Excuse me? Are you hurt?"

The girl looked at him in shock. "Ummm, no. Why?"

"Well, didn't it hurt?"

"Did... what-"

"When yeh fell from heaven...." J.B. said, in a fuax smooth voice. There was no way the girls could take this seriously, as the random girl gave him a light smack on the face before retreating in the crowd. Unfazed by being shot down, he leaned against the bar. "Bruised and brok'n... observation. I don't like pick up lines. Boring. I like to make an impression."

He considered her question, with an almost alarming depth. He motioned for a round of drinks to be brought to him, and his bruised and broken angels. "Well, what fun would that be?" He finally said, looking at the girls with an almost challenging intensity. "But if yeh don't want me aroun', I'll jus' be one my way." Picking up his drink, he started to walk away, placing his fedora back on his head. "Have a good night, ladies."

JUMP UP FALL DOWN GOTTA PLAY IT LOUD NOW ---
DON'T CARE MY HEAD'S SPINNING ALL AROUND NOW

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[MALLORY TORRES]

Mallory giggled when Terrah made the comment about the bartender. She sipped more of the coffee as Terrah began her little bitch rant to the guy. It was the obvious beat down the competition until she gave up. Terrah assumed easy victory, but she was sadly mistaken. Terrah made it clear that they were not friends and that she was FAR ‘cooler’ than Mallory. A wicked smile formed on Mallory’s lips as she listened intently.

She mainly focused on J.B.’s voice. Something had stirred Dorothy, but this guy was a major charmer. She turned her attention back to the crowd of dancing bitches and bastards all out for sex. She finished off the coffee, and she could feel her buzz falling quickly. Sighing she stood up in enough time to see J.B. get a good smack to the face. “You know there are better was to make an impression.” Mallory chimed in while taking a step from Terrah’s back. “Unless you are into the whole getting hit and such.” Mallory looked at her nails and bit her bottom lip.

Her hand tightened to a fist, “I enjoy the thought of causing you pain. You seem like the type of guy that enjoys getting what he truly wants.” Mallory smiled as she took a step toward J.B, and placing a hand on his chest. “Let me give you what you REALLY want.” She cooed in his ear. Mallory laughed as she disappeared for a minute.

“I always love a good bar fight don’t you, Terrah Bitch.” Mallory stated as she reappeared from the way she disappeared. Laughing slightly as she took her place next to Terrah as a man shoved his way through the crowd. The man’s eyes focused on J.B.’s back. Mallory grinned wickedly as the man tensed for the surprise.

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“I try to avoid physical violence unless the situation calls for it. Buying me a drink, is no reason for me to knock your head off your shoulders.” Her voice was void of any flirtatious connotation, and she had gone back to looking quite blank. Her attention shifted, watching the exchange between J.B. and this random girl. Internally, she chuckled, “You deserved that one.” She commented easily. “And there aren’t many people around here with that accent, so you’ve successfully made an impression.”

Terrah sighed when Mallory’s yappy little voice started up. She gave up on her pursuit of a good reason to drink the shot that had been bought for her, and tossed it into her mouth, swallowing it down after a moment. She watched from the corner of her eye, as Mallory disappeared for a moment. “She’s really a right bitch.” She muttered, her voice still scratchy from the rough drinks she was knocking back.

Sadly, Mallory returned. And the world went crystal clear, in seeing a man pushing through the crowd. What had she done? “Oh, Ally—" Terrah sighed, her entire demeanor dropping for just a moment. Her voice had gone shrill for the few short words, and she dropped the shot glass onto the bar. “You’re really a disgusting, miserable bitch, aren’t you?” She threw at Mallory, her entire expression coming off as one of disgust. Like she had just found the most repulsive thing in the entire world, and was being forced to acknowledge it. Her boots thudded across the floor, as she tried to get between the moving man, and J.B.

Terrah didn’t like unneccisary violence. She’d usually cut her snide comments shorts, and leave them in the dust before anyone could swing. And Mallory had just instigated a fight between a stranger, and a bizarre man---for shits and giggles. “J.B!” Terrah called out, her eyes round, and for a moment—she looked genuinely afraid. No matter how scummy anyone was—there wasn’t a need for senseless violence. Even if it meant taking a little bit of shoving around to make it stop.

[JONATHON ROSSUM]

DANCE HARD LAUGH MORE TURN THE MUSIC UP NOW

( party like a rock star ! )
C A N I G E T A W H A T N O W ?

J.B. would have continued to walk away, but Mallory did something... peculiar. Whispering in his ear wasn't surprising, especially for a girl who knew her way around a gent. It was when she disappeared that J.B. grew a little nervous. True, anything that she could throw at him, he could handle, but that aura of the unknown made the Jabberwock's hair stand on end. Looking at Terrah, he took the moment to re-access her. Non-violent? Was that 'I-could-beat-the-shit-out-a-trucker-for-looking-at-me-funny' look just a front then? How disappointing. Before he could make any comment, Mallory returned.

And oh, hey, a Guest.

And what luck, he was the most steroid ridden, bulky ass, angry mother fucker.

Awesome.

"Aw, shucks, Mally. Just fer me?" J.B. mumbled, his eyes on the target. This was just another challenge. Impress two girls, at once, who want the same thing. It briefly occurred to him to wonder what the fuck Mallory said to piss off this thing so bad, but the thought was fleeting. J.B.'s face looked neither pleased, nor displeased. It was tensed, focused, analytically searching for the most non-violent, but effective, way to take down the opponent. First thing first, the bastard had to hit J.B. firs- DAMMIT! Terrah had to go and jump in the way.

"Terrah, get-" Too late. The moose of a man charged right through her, grabbing for J.B.'s shirt. Fucking a. Stupid girl, getting in the way? What made her think that was a good idea. He allowed the man to grab his shirt, and looked up at him, his black eyes locking on to his. The brute pulled him close, and J.B could smell the thick cloud of beer surrounding as he grasped mans wrist tightly.

The Jabberwock was a beast of power, and this brute would feel it. but discretion was important. J.B. could feel the mans blood pulsing beneath his hand, pumping hard under the strain. One slip of a finger, or his thumb perhaps, and J.B. could puncture the man's artery easily.

JUMP UP FALL DOWN GOTTA PLAY IT LOUD NOW ---
DON'T CARE MY HEAD'S SPINNING ALL AROUND NOW

this post is for Mallory and Terrah. it happens to be ? words long without all this nifty coding. speaking of which, this template was made by PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION. that graphic up there is by credit. the lyrics are from till i forget about you by big time rush. now all i have to say is J.B's outfit looks like this!!

[MALLORY TORRES]

Mallory’s lips drew into a vicious smile when she heard Terrah call her a disgusting, miserable bitch. She had successfully forced some real, raw emotions from Terrah. J.B.’s words sent chills down her spine, but she nodded while still wearing the bitchiest smile that she could muster. Which wasn’t that hard. While Mallory watched as Terrah stepped between the guys, she felt a swell of guilt. She didn’t show her frown as J.B. pushed Terrah out of the way and then got grabbed by the large scumbag. She watched as J.B. just kept a calm look on his face.

She felt scared… of J.B. She was just too into the idea of fighting. She hadn’t expected him to ACTUALLY enjoy the prospect of a fight, she just wanted to freak him out a little. She couldn’t watch. She felt her head go faint. It was a mix of fear and alcohol. She felt her feet stumble to the exit. She slammed into Terrah, but continued towards the door. She felt herself squeeze through the large crowd of bodies, but she couldn’t stop moving. When she found the door and exited, she felt a thousand times better when the cold air hit her skin. She gasped for air as Joe the bouncer grabbed her arm and guided her to the wall. She smiled slightly as she leaned into the brick wall.

After a few minutes of gathering her wits, she decided to return to Terrah and J.B. Doubt they’d ask questions, but she had to seem strong. She’d lie and tell them she had a phone call or something, but she doubted that they’d cared. Hopefully, J.B. would be okay.

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