something like this -- Colin

[ali]

Kenzie was a girl that was not to be messed with, yet she didn't look for trouble. Her blue eyes were soft and kind, which matched her charming personality. There was a lot to her, yet there was not much at all. Kenzie was flat up country, she was sweet, and she was innocent as hell. Being raised in Hope Texas had taught her the ropes of being able to have a hard shell. The people there were cold, and judgmental, and from being here, it was seeming like they were the same way, if not worse. Kenzie had been hoping for better from this place, but as time went on, it was simply impossible for her to keep believing that. She could feel those harsh glances on her, judging her and her appearance. She wasn't used to it. her Justin boots, plaid tied over shirt, and her white tank top, with a pair of tight wranglers would have been a turn on back in Texas, but here, it was like a social suicide. What the hell was she going to do?

Back in Texas she had been called one of the prettier girls, and one of the more popular girls. back there guys liked the nice country girls, and she was right up there in that category. She was used to being wanted, but she never gave anyone anything. She wouldn't tell you if you asked, but Kenzie was a virgin. She had never had sex, and she planned on waiting till she was in love with the man she was with. As of right then, she had never been in love, and she was not afraid to admit it. Maybe she was missing out, but she was not going to throw that word around like it was some little tiny thing. love meant a lot to her, and it wasn't something to be messed around with, and she knew that. She wasn't going to be like all those other stupid tens that threw that word around, it was not right.

InTexas she was also more comfortable. If there was one thing Kenzie had ever been in love with, that was her horses. She had a major horse farm back in Kentucky, but having to move here they had cut back on hteir stock, only bringing ten, then they would work off of that. She missed all the horses they sold. She had named almost all of them, since they sold the foals. There was one that she missed more than anything; Ima Cool Skippa W. That little colt had her heart, and when he had been loaded up onto that twenty five foot goose neck, her heart had broken. He was her pride and joy, but that was the business. You breed, you train, you sell, and you buy. She knew that too, but it was not like it was easy for her to stomach. That colt had been bottle fed since he was born when his dam abandoned him, and he was hers, and then he was gone. Poor little Cool. She missed him dearly, and she would get him back, she knew she would no matter what she had to do she would get him back. She had to.

Kenzie was raised to be humble. She did not see people by their outer appearance. She took the time to see what was deeper inside of them. Since moving here she had already been approached by a few wanting to get in her pants, and Kenzie just wasn't like that. She was simple, she was shy, she was sweet, and she wasn't a slut. She was a virgin, and she was in no rush to do anything more than make out. She knew she was a damn good kisser, but she didn't do that with just anyone either. But back to her being humble. Kenzie never had rubbed her beauty in anyone's face, as a matter of fact, she did not even see herself as beautiful. She was skinny as could be but she saw herself as fat, her blue eyes were gorgeous, and she thought they were too opaque. If you tried to comment her about anything she would flush a bright red and contradict you. She was just raised to never be boastful, and she never was. She was always humble, never bragging about anything she had, and she was always nice to anyone. It didn't matter who they were, she was going to be nice, maybe she wouldn't be best friends, but she would be cordial.

Kenzie had only been in three fights in her entire life, one was over an ex, one was over her family, and one was over some girl spreading rumors. besides that Kenzie was about a maniacle as a box of kittens, and she didn't like fighting. granted, she had never gotten her ass kicked, but she was not into fighting. She did it to defend herself but there was nothing that she enjoyed about it. She was simply defending herself, her family, or her boyfriends. She knew how to fight, her cousins had showed her whenever they had come to Kentucky to visit her family, and she knew how to throw a mean punch. Once she had been messing with Jackson, and she had caught him with a right hook and sent him right on his ass. That was a good memory. She could still remember his facial expression, and she almost laughed out loud. Her cousins were the shit. She actually was enjoying hanging out with them now. Mudding, rough housing in her new home, and causing a ruckus.

Kenzie took a swift drag off of the camel menthol cigarette letting the smoke swirl in her lungs as she tossed it, squashing it with her Tony Lama boot heel before exhaling and walking into the building of the club. She knew that was not good to be doing in the shape that she was in, bu she honestly needed it more than ever. Sighing a little she looked down at her holy jeans, boots, and simple white lacy tank top. Her tanned skin contrasted against the tank top, and her mocha hair danced down her bust line. She was not wearing too much make, simply some eye liner, which was all the simple girl ever wore. She could already feel herself tensing up. She was not big on the social scene, but she figured she might as well meet some new friends as she was in a new place, and she needed someone. She entered the smoky bar with a slight hesitation before the music hit her ears, not the most relaxing noise she had ever heard, but music none the less.

Thinking of drinks, Kenzie turned on her heels, hair whipping back around as she moved towards the bar, leaning over it gently and smiling at the tender. "Can I get a tall glass of Jack Daniels, please." Though the bartender looked a little taken aback by her order, he had been expecting something fruity, but not for her. Once the drink was placed before her, she handed him to money for it, then lifted the glass to her lips, taking a good swallow off of it, welcoming the burn in her throat. Sighing she turned back around leaning back against the mahogany wood. So it was boring so far, but she knew something would arise at some point. Also, she knew she stuck out, so she was bound to get some attention sooner or later.

[colin joseph o'riley]

The smell of an old style cigar brought Colin up from his daydreams. Now he was at the bar and he was supposed to be finishing up his cigarette. He saw as he looked down at his hand, that the cigarette was quite done for. With a look of disdain he threw it in the nearest ash tray. Colin propped one foot against the wall of the club and crossed his arms. He wasn’t waiting for much; he was just putting off going in the club. Colin had done his best to be sober for a while now, but he couldn’t handle it much longer. One drink couldn’t hurt The two Lassie’s that he had his eye on were drinking him under the table, and that wasn’t the Irish man’s way.

With a resounding grunt Colin moved towards the bouncer. Colin sent a nod his way before making his way in. The smell of stagnate alcohol and cigarettes hit his nose and he took in a big breath home. This was all Colin remembered anymore. Colin had but a tiny recollection of his old home in Ireland, it had been shoved from his mind to many times to count. Looking about he saw teenagers everywhere, and it hit as no shock. This place was always crawling with them. The hot teenage bodies danced on the floor, wherever they could. Yes, Colin was really not that old but after everything he had been through he was quite the man of years. With a teeth shattering yawn he made his way to the bar.

Colin ordered a long tall glass of Guinness. As she made the drink Colin kept up small chat. She noted that he hadn’t been at the bar in a while and so on. Once the drink was made Colin took a long sip of the dark liquid, it ran down his throat like syrup. Just the way he liked it. It had been ages since Colin had gotten his hand on one of these and he interned to have maybe just a few more. Seating on of the bar stools Colin set the drink down. He might have a few more, but they would last for a while.

A familiar voice brought Colins attention to his left. He smirked. Taking another long drink of his Guinness he rapped his knuckles on the bar before standing. Making his way to the voice he smirked again. “ You know Lass, you really do stand out here.” Colin took in her clothes. He took another sip of his drink in turn.