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[DARREN D. HOLT]

Watching other people at the bar that sat by themselves drinking heavily as if it would make it all go away, it made Darren wonder if it would work for him. Darren had barley drunk a drop of liqueur in his life. It was banned in the military and during breaks while going out with friends he could see what a wreck they would become when they drunk themselves stupid so Darren was always the designated driver and just avoided it in general.

Tonight wasn't about drinking himself stupid though, tonight he wanted to join these men at the bar who seemed to be happier when they held a shot glass in their hand and it was re-poured by the bartender all night. Did it really bring them some sort of inner happiness? They kept doing it every day, in every town, this one included. There were a lot of new things Darren was willing to try out today. One of his colleagues had set him up with a date at a nice restaurant, he had never been on a date before. His nerves were firing all day, he was almost excited to try it out, but then the girl never arrived and he was left cold and alone, embarrassed. So he left the place and walked by the bar to see the men sitting there at the stools.

Walking into the bar he ordered a shot. When asked what kind of shot he wanted he was confused for a second, he had never ordered a shot before but remembered his dad liked Whiskey. "Uh whiskey please." Getting the shot glass with the brown liquid sitting in front of him he starred at it for a half hour before he finally took the shot. Never taking a shot before he didn't expect it to be so strong and gagged right after. "GAA, holy shit how do people like this?" That was an experience he never wanted to try again. He quickly ordered a lemon aid to try to wash out the taste in his mouth that wouldn't go away

[ANAXZANDRA C. TUCHMONT]

WELL, SWINGIN' ON THE FRONT PORCH, SWINGIN' ON THE LAWN, SWINGIN' WHERE WE WANT 'CAUSE THERE AIN'T NOBODY HOME. SWINGIN' TO THE LEFT AND SWINGIN' TO THE RIGHT, THINK ABOUT BASEBALL, I'LL SWING ALL NIGHT, YEAH. YEAH. SWINGING IN THE LIVIN' ROOM, SWINGIN' IN THE KITCHEN. MOST FOLKS DON'T ---
cause they're too busy bitchin'

Was it really so wrong to want some sort of stress relief after work? Most people did, especially with high-stress jobs- which Xzandr certainly had. She was pretty calm under pressure, and to anyone observing, she made it look easy, but damn... cutting people open for a living took a lot out of her. Xzandr often found herself at a club or bar after work, especially when her boyfriend had to work that night. Why not? It was easier to hook up with random people when he was too busy to ask questions or get suspicious. So maybe it made her a bit of a whore. It was nothing new for Xzandr. She'd been in this same routine, with few alterations, since she started college (except instead of classes all day, she substituted them with work.) She would go to work, go home and change, go out to the bar. From there, she would usually go home drunk with someone, sneak out of the strange home in the morning, go back to her own home to change for work. If her boyfriend didn't work, she would usually have to hang out with him, but more often, she managed to find some excuse not to. Despite spending most nights and almost every weekend drunk, Xzandr was convinced she didn't have a problem, because there were two things she would never do; try to operate on someone while drunk, or drive while drunk. As much as she hated the idea of leaving her precious motorcycle in some club's parking lot, she didn't want to endanger herself or others by driving it while drunk. At least she was somewhat responsible, right?

Today had not been a particularly stressful day, but after spending all day wrist-deep in internal organs, Xzandr needed to do something fun. So she drove home, cleaning up and changing her clothes quickly. She made herself something small to eat- a pizza lunchable, what else?- then brushed her teeth, and made sure she looked alright before going back out the door. She got on the motorcycle without putting on a helmet- because she never wore one, since she believed they were useless, despite her boyfriend always trying to get her to wear one. Xzandr soon found herself at an interesting-looking bar, one she'd been to many times before, and parked in the parking lot. She killed the engine, climbed off the bike, and headed inside. Xzandr strolled over to the bar and sat down. "Because it's fucking amazing," she said in an admittedly unsolicited response to a guy that was sitting in the next seat's question. Sure, maybe he hadn't actually asked her, but damn it, he was going to get her answers. "Two shots of tequila," she told the bartender, already handing over her keys. She knew she wasn't driving home tonight, so it just made sense to surrender them now. "Lemonade? Really?" She shook her head at him. "Pussy."

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[DARREN D. HOLT]

Darren had his routine after work as well, it was a little different from Anaxzandra's though. Instead of causing up any trouble or even being social Darren usually went back to his place where he worked out doing hundreds of sit ups, push ups, pull ups, and every other type of up. It was if once he was finished work he wasn't finished working and continued his workout late until the night. Tonight was a little different from the other nights, tonight he thought he was going to go on a date, and being stood up he was starting to think of what a mistake that was on his body, and even more so his mental health. Routine was nice, it was predictable and it meant he was doing something right. Being sporadic, this wasn't sporadic like most people but it was for him.

Hearing a motorbike come in Darren nodded his head in approval. He had a bike himself and loved it. A lot of people were surprised someone like him would love motorbikes so much, he always seemed like such a goodie to shoes to ever have one of those but what people didn't understand was that Darren was still an adrenaline junkie and loved the feeling of driving without a helmet. In this Alaska conditions though he often wore one just to keep his face from freezing over. He still wasn't use to the cold. When the girl came in he got an instant impression that she wasn't somebody who could fit into any regular category, that impressed him, or he was still thinking how hot it was that a girl like her would ride a bike. She obviously heard his shot common and instead of being offended like he usually would over something like that he laughed it off.

"Yeah... believe it or not that was my first shot ever. And I am also thinking my last shot ever because it was nasty." Looking over and pointing to the tequila, he was curious to know if it was any better. "Does that one taste any better or are they all godawful?"

[ANAXZANDRA C. TUCHMONT]

WELL, SWINGIN' ON THE FRONT PORCH, SWINGIN' ON THE LAWN, SWINGIN' WHERE WE WANT 'CAUSE THERE AIN'T NOBODY HOME. SWINGIN' TO THE LEFT AND SWINGIN' TO THE RIGHT, THINK ABOUT BASEBALL, I'LL SWING ALL NIGHT, YEAH. YEAH. SWINGING IN THE LIVIN' ROOM, SWINGIN' IN THE KITCHEN. MOST FOLKS DON'T ---
cause they're too busy bitchin'

"Then you chose the wrong drink," she said flatly. Non-drinkers annoyed her for some reason; what, did they think they were better than everyone else for it? She was a rather experienced drinker herself, and in fact spent most evenings and weekends drunk, ever since college. She had developed something of an immunity to the terrible taste of straight alcohol, and somewhat liked the taste now. She found it both annoying and mildly amusing to watch someone try their first shot. "Nope..." Hell no, her drink wouldn't be any better. Probably even worse.

Xzandr was handed her shots and downed them both quickly, one after the other. She'd always said that, on the off chance that medicine didn't work out for her, bartending was a completely valid option. She could mix a pretty mean drink, even though she preferred straight alcohol herself. She liked to joke that she chased Everclear with tequila.

"Shouldn't you be at a monastery or some shit?" Maybe she was being somewhat rude, but Xzandr saw no point in being nice to everyone. She wasn't one to go out and make friends everywhere she went. "Bars are only for people who aren't total pussies." She had to wonder why he was even here, if that was indeed his first shot ever. "Two shots Everclear," she said to the bartender, once he was within earshot again. These shots were given to her fairly quickly. She picked up one of them,and looked like she was going to down it, but instead quickly reached over and dumped it into Darren's lemonade. "Oops... it slipped."

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