when the sun goes down [eliza]

[blaine mackinnley o'callaghan]

”Fuck it” Blaine declared suddenly as he sat nursing a lager watching rubbish evening tv. He was twenty one, what the hell was he doing with his life to be stuck inside bored out of his wits on a Friday night? Nothing seemed to be going right in this new start. Oz was still screwed up, college had made him realise just why he had given up on education in the first place and the girl he had hit it off with ended up being underage. It all thoroughly sucked, but Blaine hated the fact he was letting himself mope about it.

And so with absolutely nothing better to do, Blaine once again traipsed into Sparkles, the only evening venue that the small town of Lipton seemed to offer its residents. Which was lucky for the club really as Blaine doubted that anybody would choose this hole if there was any alternative. He headed over to the bar and sat down on a stool, ordering a beer and letting out a small sigh as he waited. The queue was at least a little less manic this week than last and he hoped to be served in a bit more of a reasonable time. This is when you needed breasts, Blaine pondered, watching some busty blonde flaunt hers shamelessly at the waiter and walk off almost straight afterwards with her well earned drink in hand.

”Thanks” he muttered as his beer eventually arrived, raising it to his lips and slowly sipping. He couldn’t be arsed to get completely hammered tonight but a few drinks certainly wouldn’t hurt. Homesick was a far too pansyish description but Blaine was certainly wishing he was in Ireland right now. Lipton was just so claustrophobic. He felt completely stuck in this tiny town, trying fruitlessly to get his brother back on the right track and receiving not a thread of thanks for it. A few drinks, a bit of music and maybe a little female company may well be enough to drag him out of this pit of despair though he hoped. Talking of which, Blaine took a moment to look around, eyeing up a few pretty ladies as he did. There was at least one good thing about Lipton and that was the amount of beautiful women. Never in his whole life in Ireland had he seen so many hot girls as just in this nightclub. Not all of them his type mind, many too girly and bimboish, but he could at least admire their beauty if not their brains or personality.

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[eliza]

"Why am I still here?" Eliza wondered aloud. Although there was no one around to hear her talk her small cat brushed her legs for some attention. Stroking her hand across the cat it ran off to go sleep. Sighing Eliza pushed her hair behind her ear. Thinking aloud she said, "I am going out." She realized she talked to herself an awful lot lately. That was usually a sign she wasn't around people enough. Running to her closet she picked out her tight little black dress and got ready to go to the club. She put on some light make-up, she learned that clinets really don't like that heavy make-up stuff. That was actually a turn-off for them. Sadly enough, she's been in this business long enough to learn that. Her hands shaking again she bit her lower lip and finished getting ready.

Walking up to her cat, she called him night, she whispered a good-bye and walked out of the apartment. Walking down the long hallway she had a memory flash into her mind. It was her least favorite one, due to the fact on how much pain it brought her. Biting her lip she shook her head to let the memory. It would not leave though. Gabriel's face would leave her mind, his slick black hair, his deep silver eyes, and his legendary scars. Even his sick amusement with torturing her amused her. He seemed to be so kind to her though. He really took a liking to her she came to realize. It's been about two years since she has seen him, and she misses him all the same. Usually people get over someone in that amount of time, but not Eliza. She had trouble letting go.

Realizing that she was driving this whole time, she pulled up in front of the club. The soft drone of people talking already comforted her. She knew that she could fit in here, act normal here. Alone she was insane, but with people she was normal. Stepping out of her car she walked up into the club she didn't even have to flash her ID, her cleavage was enough for the bouncer. Rolling her eyes, she walked into Sparkles looking around at her competition. I mean, she wasn't the only prostitute in this little town, was she?

Approaching the bar she decided to take a seat next to a man with black hair. Ordering a beer, she looked next to her to see the man also had a beer. She desperately needed some human contact, so she decided to introduce herself. Looking over at him she was trying to see if he was underage, she wouldn't talk to someone underage, it just wasn't right. Deciding he wasn't she flashed a smile and said, "Glad to see someone not already drunk off their ass tonight. Hi, I'm Eliza." She stuck out her hand for a handshake. He seemed somewhat intelligent, if he wasn't he'd already be drunk. Either that or hitting on every girl he saw. That's what she usually expected of unintelligent men.

[blaine mackinnley o'callaghan]

Blaine looked up at the girl as she spoke, not having even noticed she had sat down. He looked at her extended hand and then at her face, putting his drink down on the bar to shake her hand. What a very forward introduction he thought. Generally in clubs, introductions consisted of grinding up against the person or giving them a cheesy chat up line. Handshakes were very...formal. Even so, he took her hand in his and shook it firmly ”Aye” he agreed, nodding his head in agreement at her sentiment. The two of them did seem to be in a very sober minority within the hundreds of intoxicated young adults who swarmed around Sparkles.

Eliza. Blaine studied her face for a few moments- a pretty young woman, definitely older than his last attempt, possibly even older than him. Not by much though he decided, looking at her softly made up features. She wasn’t the typical bad girl that Blaine went after, but that was not necessarily a bad thing. After all, he was meant to be moving away from the bad boy image, hooking up with bad girls would only drag him back. Or at least that was what Blaine was reasoning in his mind, he may well have just been so in need of some female company right now, he didn’t really care about what sort of girl she was.

”Blaine” he smiled, trying to get rid of the grumpy and negative man and replace him with a more approachable version. ”What brings you here tonight Eliza? he asked quizzically. The two of them probably had similar reasons for their adventure out to sparkles- she was on her own and not completely off her face so she likely wasn’t her for a big social do or to do some major hooking up. It was quite nice, as she had noted, that there was another person not seemingly wanting to get completely rat arsed and end up having a drunken shag in the toilets. Blaine felt a little old and worryingly mature thinking all this though.

[eliza]

In the middle of the handshake she realized how formal this was, especially for a dingy club like this. Usually, Eliza would be embarrassed by such a simple mistake. Tonight she let it slide, she hasn't really had much contact except for clients for a good month. So she was just starting to get used to it all tonight. Taking a sip of her beer she examined the man's face. He had very interesting features, he also had very black hair like Gabriel. Her body tensed slightly at the thought of him, but she loosened up fairly quickly after that thought.

Looking at him she could tell he was studying her. Which was perfectly fine with her, she felt the need to do the same. Looking at him a bit deeper she saw a few lines on his forehead. Was he worried about something? He was just deep in thought, she really wasn't the type of person to open up on the first night of meeting something. Unless something extraordinary happens that night.

Hearing his question she smirked slightly and said, "I felt the need to get out of my damn apartment. It is so annoying there. Always so quiet. I'm very much an extrovert too, so that type of environment irritates me so much. I felt the best way to deal with this would to come to a club like this. Maybe dance a little bit. Not get drunk though, I've dealt with enough hangovers to last me a few lifetimes." She smirked slightly and raised an eyebrow at him. "What bring you here tonight, Blaine?" Turning slightly she had her body facing him. Taking another long drink of beer she looked at the bartender and just asked for a soda.

Eliza couldn't be somewhere without some sort of liquid in her hand. She hated having her hands empty, it was a bad habit of hers. She was always messing with something or fiddling with her hands when they were empty. Which she was doing now as she waited for his response. She was squeezing her wrists and picking at her fingernails. Luckily she didn't paint them so it wouldn't ruin any sort of manicure. Not that she would've cared anyway.

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[blaine mackinnley o'callaghan]

Blaine listened carefully to the long winded explanation she gave and smirked. Well two could play that, he though, launching into his own tirade of thoughts “I can’t fucking stand sitting in my crappy apartment with nothing to do except watch trash tv, eat pot noodles, drink beer and worry about whether my brother will make it through this year without dying or getting sent to prison. So I thought that as rubbish as this place is, a few drinks and a chat with a gorgeous woman may take the edge off things” He said, smiling up at the aforementioned gorgeous woman and adding “And they are.”

For someone who may have had less of an assured confidence about them, that last statement could have looked a little cringy or cheesy but seeing as Blaine didn’t really do cringy, just an almost deadpan look of calm and quiet wisdom, they came out instead as quite a sincere compliment. She was gorgeous after all, Blaine was smart enough to be able to acknowledge that. She wasn’t one of these girls who was gorgeous because of her inch thick makeup or sluttish clothes, she was just quite inwardly gorgeous.

Blaine looked down at her hands for a few seconds, noting how she fiddled with them as she had nothing to hold onto. A drink provided such a comfort blanket, in more ways than one, he felt. It was almost awkward in a club to not have a drink in your hand whilst you talked or danced. So Blaine nodded over the barman, waiting until he stood expectantly in front of them before asking ”Another lager please, and whatever the lady wants”. With this he turned to Eliza, looking at her for her order. Blaine was hardly well off and so he really wasn’t quite sure why he bought drinks for every woman he seemed to come into contact with. Perhaps it was the Irish charm seeping out, overriding the thoughts of his wallet.