Aoife O'Neil
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If you play with fire, you get burned.
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Post by Aoife O'Neil on Feb 20, 2012 14:39:52 GMT -4
Aoife O’Neil was practically dying for a drink by the time she’d finished work. The redhead seemed to be getting busier and busier each day; from the tedious job of undercover work at the university to the late night work of “cleaning up” and doing the government’s dirty work. She was exhausted- she needed a break! And for her, a break meant a stop at her favourite pub.
By the time Aoife had managed to get off work and arrived at the bar, it was almost eleven o’clock. The time when things started to become lively, and the perfect time for some socialising and friendly pub fun.
The woman sat up at the bar, ordered a pint of Guinness and glanced around the dimly-lit room, her green eyes scanning for anyone she might recognise. Aoife had managed to make quite a few friends during her time spent in the pub, many of who enjoyed having a drinking competition with her. It was amusing, she had to admit. Especially when she won.
The redhead smiled slightly before taking a glug of the bitter, black alcohol. Slamming the glass down, she cocked her head back, almost expecting somebody else to entre.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Feb 25, 2012 20:00:46 GMT -4
Gilbert didn't necessarily have the stress of work. Actually, if one wanted to be specific, they could say he really didn't have the stress that any normal person had. Still, he liked to unwind after a long day of watching TV. After all, it became too much of a chore to sit around and do nothing.
The Prussian folded his wings and put a heavy leather jacket to help cover them up. Honestly, sometimes Gilbert thought they more of a nuisance half the time, but he still deemed them "awesome"; he was just more annoyed that he had to cover them up in public.
He made his way over to the bar and sighed as he walked in. "Why couldn't the freakin' bar be closer to home?" Gilbert sat on a stool and leaned his elbow on the counter. He rested his head on his hand and smiled. The bartender walked over to him, "The usual. Oh, and put these ones on my brother's tab. I'm sure he wouldn't mind. Kesese.".
As he waited for his beer, Gilbert looked around the bar. A few seats down from him was a redheaded woman, which definitely sparked the Prussian's interest. It wasn't very often that he saw a woman by herself at the bar. Surely, she wasn't there by herself; she couldn't be. If she was, that would definitely spark the Prussian's interest.
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Aoife O'Neil
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If you play with fire, you get burned.
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Post by Aoife O'Neil on Mar 3, 2012 16:54:03 GMT -4
Aoife was no alcoholic, oh no, but she always found a drink was the best way to unwind. And recently it felt like she had needed to do a lot of unwinding. Far too much stress was going on for her liking, and she really envied all those who didn't have any cares in the world. Lucky buggers.
The redhead sat quietly, cradling her half full glass in her hands and staring at the far wall in a dreamy state. She was totally shut off from the rest of the world, until she had a very strange sensation. It felt like someone was watching her. Aoife could just sense a pair of eyes, maybe more, focused on her. Her face briefly tinged red before she cocked her head over her shoulder, glancing down the bar.
Her emerald green eyes focused on an albino man down from her, wearing a heavy leather jacket. He was staring straight at her. How odd. Raising a dark eyebrow, the woman gave him a cheeky smirk and waved back at him, chuckling slightly at him. It was a little weird that he was just staring like that.
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