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[Carter Connan Chandler]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/23jpxcj.jpg] [scrolly:h(265),w(411),sy] He hadn't wanted to come here. Really, he hadn't. He would have been happy curled in front of a crackling fire with yet another book. But, his co-worker (well, more like boss) had insisted. And when she insisted upon something, you complied. That was just how things worked. She'd also bought him a whole pint of beer. He'd never really had alcohol before, except a glass of wine on occasion. She'd left him with a parting comment of "You need to get piss drunk and relax a little, bud, seriously." He hadn't seen her since. She'd disappeared, and left him with a dilemma. Yes, the beer. It just sat there, in front of him for a long while. Then, he hunched his back, arms crossed on the bar, chin resting where his arms met, head tipping slightly to the right side as he watched the bubbles rise. He didn't want to drink it. He really didn't. It wouldn't help forget her. It would just drive him into a deeper depression for a couple hours and leave him with a pounding headache, partially due to the fact that it would dehydrate his body. He was a doctor, in theory. He had studied this stuff. He knew all the results it could have, what it did to your body, how it was a depressant. Yet, he was tempted anyways. Why? Because he felt terrible about not drinking it when he hadn't been the one to pay for it. He sighed, continuing to stare at it, mind debating both angles, not getting anywhere in deciding. As soon as he thought he'd settled on an answer, he'd think of another reason counteracting it and he spiraled back to his silent debate, losing track of the terrible music in the background and the dirt all over the floor. He'd even fully forgotten that there was a ton of other people here - leave it to Carter to forget he wasn't alone in a place so loud. But he still didn't take a sip. He just stared at it, like an idiot. He would probably continue to do so for quite some time, too. He'd never been good with decisions. [/scrolly]

[Eathan J. Heath]

Eathan Heath


A dark haired man walked in. His blue eyes easily sweeping over the area. His lips curved up in a smile. He'd been here for a while and knew the barn. He caught the eye of the bartender as the door shut. The girl smiled a bit at him and glanced over at the tall man sitting there stairing at his drink.

E had to chuckle. He moved easily forward as he slipped into a seat a couple away from the man. "How many bubbles have you counted?" he asked softly a bigger smile slipping up onto his lips. The girl looked at him. "The usual E?" she asked giving him a very amused smirk.

"Of course Rose. Why ELSE would I come here?" he asked. Even if he was gay he was a flirt with nearly everyone. At least people he knew. Rose knew of his past, and so understood his desire to be liked, and at least noticed.

[Carter Connan Chandler]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/23jpxcj.jpg] [scrolly:h(265),w(411),sy] At first, there was absolutely no reaction, as if the man hadn't been heard at all. Except, he had. Carter was just about done the argument in his head, though, so he figured the otehr man could wait. Then, he blinked, glanced over with a slight turn of his head and sat up straighter, though nowhere near perfectly straight. He would have easily forgotten what the man had asked, except for a little fact. Well, a rather big fact really. He couldn't forget. He couldn't forget anything. Every smell, every letter of every word, every phrase spoken that he happened to overhear, every single detail that he'd noticed in his life was ingrained in his memory. And he happened to be a very observant man. I wasn't counting bubbles. Though, so far, the count would be at exactly three hundred and ninety two - ah, no, make that ninety three. Yes, very observant indeed. He hadn't even been counting them, yet he knew how many nonetheless. Hell, he hadn't even been looking at the glass, hardly, when he'd fixed his number. It was really no wonder he'd had no friends in high school - besides the fact that he'd graduated a year before anyone usually started as a freshman, of course. He'd gotten used to the disbelieving stares and rude comments, though. He was really, really smart. He'd accepted that fact. And he'd accepted the fact that not very many people liked how smart he was. He glanced back over to the beer, head tipping to the side slightly again, though this time it tipped to the left and not the right. I've never understood people's obsession with alcohol. It's not like it does any good. Kills your liver, impairs your judgement, slows your heart rate, messes with your senses, can cause hypoventilation, causes blackouts and anterograde amnesia... There's just nothing good about it, yet society seems to think the complete opposite. IF anyone was bound to go into a bar to analyze all the things that were bad about alcohol, then walk out without taking a single sip, anyone who knew Carter would agree that it would, indeed, be him. And they would have been proven right. He blinked as yet one more bubble rose, five soft words tumbling out of his mouth before he could really stop them. Three hundred and ninety four. ---Really creative bartender naming there, Flame But, I totally approve. The Doctor, Jack and Rose walk into a bar... xD--- [/scrolly]

[Eathan J. Heath]

Eathan Heath


Eathan turned his head fully to look at the man, then back at Rose. The blond shrugged with a smile. "That... Is a lot. You should drink it before more apear. That's good beer there." he said simply, his blue eyes smiling, as was his mouth. Rose chuckled. "Now don't you dare go scarying him Eathan James." He turned and gave her a 'but-i'm-oh-so-innocent' look. She rolled her eyes as she put a dark brew next to eathan.

E turned and listened. "It's the killing the brain cells. You don't have to think as much. You can relax, let go of things. At least for most people. Some people get more angry, or sad." he said simply. "Alcohol is something we've had since the middle ages and probably farther back. Water was dangerous to drink. Alcohol was distiled water with fermented... well food. I mean it's hard to get ride of something so locked into our biological history." he had done well in school after all.

[Carter Connan Chandler]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/23jpxcj.jpg] [scrolly:h(265),w(411),sy] Our ancestors also ate rye bread, which has hallucinogens, which caused them to imagine people were witches, then burn them at the stake for no reason. Do you suggest we resort to that as well? He replied dryly, looking over again and not so much as thinking on the first reply the man had had. Eathan, she called him. He was rather shocked that he'd known such random little things - most didn't. Of course, Carter did, but the doctor in him told him people should have stopped drinking alcohol long ago. His hand found its way to his hair, as it so often did, the same elbow resting on the bar, fingers staying tangled in the mess of brown strand on his head, cheekbone resting against the heel of his hand. He returned to watched the beer, eyes now following each bubble that rose, not out of curiosity or fascination, just one of those things that caught his eye and held it, like certain birds adored shiny objects. He finally commented on the beer itself. I didn't buy it. Didn't even want to come really, but Rob has a mind of his own. Theoretically, you're supposed to listen to your boss. His other hand, the one not tangled in his hair, reached out, spinning the glass around a bit, then pausing and flicking it, causing more bubbles to rise. Four hundred and five, now. A smile tweaked at the edges of his lips a moment as he realized he'd been consciously counted now, all because of a small mention. The brain was a fascinating thing. He should have studied the brain more, become a psychologist or something of the sort. Except he knew he wouldn't last. Too many people like patients. Too many people to remind him of what he'd lost. He sighed softly. Can't bring myself to listen to him this time and drink it though. Off the clock anyway. He can't fire me for not coming in to work with a hangover. He didn't even realize how twisted that sounded, not really. Too lost in his own thoughts, too distracted by this and that and some other thing. A dreamer, they'd sometimes called him. Well, perhaps he was, but he doubted it. More like his mind moved too fast, one second it would be worrying about one problem, the next trying to sort out a solution to the universe through string theory. Staying focused on one thing was simple, as long as it was constantly renewed. Like being a doctor. New patients, new experiences, new illnesses. His life now, though, was anything but. Soon, he'd burn through each and every book in the library and then his job would become tedious and boring and he'd have to find something else. He saw it coming. After Emily he'd never been able to settle down. He'd hardly made it through vet school, too anxious to just move on, do something different. He hadn't disliked it, per se, but he hadn't been enamored with it like his doctoring. The only problem was, he couldn't step foot back in a hospital, and he knew it. So, he was left picking up the pieces and trying to rearrange them to find a new life. Except there was none to find. [/scrolly]

[Eathan J. Heath]

Eathan Heath

E could see where this was going to go. "One point to you good sir. But alcohol has it's own uses besides being a drink that wasn't going to kill you right away. Though slowly more like. Bonding. People bond over a drink. Or tell things they shouldn't. Or do things that they normally wouldn't do. Bring's you to your baser self... Though sometimes that's not what you want to be. Then you have a drink, maybe to, get a little buzzed and go home. Right Rose?" he spoke quickly, fully enjoying the beer, though he was nowhere near drunk... or buzzed. he was just overtly friendly.

"Sure E. Sure. What ever you say." said the woman as she surved someone else. Though she was paying attention. He chuckled. "Yeah I know. I'll shut up." he said with a chuckle. Then the hansom dark haired man had to speak again. Rose could tell that E was at least noticing the man, with a great deal of interest. Though it seemed that the man was being careful. E wasn't one to give his heart away. Not that easily. After all, he'd grown up knowing that it could be broken all to easily.

Eathan looked at Carter again, after taking another swig of his beer. "Your boss bought you a beer, asked you to drink it and your turning him down? Well to each his own..." he looked at Rose as if to ask, but she didn't know. By the shrug of her shoulders

[Carter Connan Chandler]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/23jpxcj.jpg] [scrolly:h(260),w(411),sy] Well, I never had alcohol before, beyond a glass of wine on occasion. And, quite honestly, I highly doubt it's going to help, so I really don't see the point. He replied with a sort of helpless little shrug. That would naturally, he knew, raise the question of why he had even bothered to come and let his boss buy him a beer in the first place, if he hadn't intended on ever drinking it. He frowned slightly, hand finally slipping free from his hair as he sat up again. He just isn't one of those people you say no to. Not to his face. Or, rather, one of those people Carter simply couldn't say no to. Sure, he ran the library and owned the bookstore, but Rob was a few inches taller than Carter - a feat in itself - and he had the build of a football player. Carter was rather more like a twig. If Rob had watned to drag him in here by his hair, the other man wouldn't have had a problem doing so. Carter sighed and pushed the beer towards Eathan. You can have it if you want, I suppose. No point letting it go to waste. [/scrolly]

[Eathan J. Heath]

Eathan Heath

Eathan sighed. Joy. He was about to say something when the man spoke about his boss. Ah. So that explained it. Poor guy. ”Well if you can’t say no, then you shouldn’t be able to not drink it.” He said a smirk flicking across his face, before he was swatted hard across the shoulder. ”Hey! Ow! What was THAT for rose?” he asked turning to look at her, a rather hurt look on his face, though his eyes were sparkling. He rubbed his arm (Through a jacket and a blue button up shirt) as if it acutally hurt.

”Nothin’. You just needed to be reminded that idiot’s aren’t liked here.” she said with a wink, before glancing at the man. E rolled his eyes. ”Right. Well Ow. Just… ow.” he said with a bit of a growl as he sat back easily, frowning as the beer was pushed towards him. ”Um… I’d love to say yes to that, But I can’t exactly have more than one beer. I’ve got to teach tomorrow. The kids at Damaged Soul do need to have someone who can pay full attention.”

[Carter Connan Chandler]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/23jpxcj.jpg] [scrolly:h(260),w(411),sy] That would be a god point. Except he left, therefore I wouldn't be saying no to him, therefore getting rid of the issue entirely. Simple logic, really. For once, he wasn't saying something was simple when it really wasn't. He said a great many things were simple - memorizing every bone in the body, PhD level physics... Things that simply weren't as easy as he seemed to think they were. He shrugged as Eathan turned the beer down, not really caring either way. He just figured it polite to offer, since he wasn't going to drink it. Somewhere during the conversation, he'd finally decided to follow his better judgment on that one. The mention of Damaged Soul, where he fully intended to board once he found a horse, peeked his interest, though. His elbows came forward to rest on the bar, fingers lacing together, chin resting on them as he turned his to look at Eathan. I can imagine. Though, any kid, really, needs the full attention, troubled or not. It's the kind of attention they've gotten, or lacking attention, that usually causes the most problems, particularly in the formative years. Despite the fact it was far from a diagnosis of the problem, there was something distinctly scientific in his wording, that sort of knowledgeable tone you'd get from professors or doctors, or just about anyone with any sort of high level degree. He looked just barely old enough to be at that stage in his life, yet he'd already gone through it all years ago. Sped through it, in fact, and easily. He could have done anything academic that he'd wanted. And yet, here he was, a librarian and cashier. Finding a job wouldn't have been difficult. Finding a job he enjoyed, however, was the major issue. Very little seemed enjoyable after Emily's death. It wasn't particularly recent, years had passed and he'd been through vet school in the meantime, but he'd pushed all the feelings to the back of his mind as he'd done so. Now, with little else to distract him, they'd surfaced again, just as fresh as they'd been at her funeral, when he'd tried to lock them away for good. Compartmentalize, like he'd done when his first mare had to be put down. But with her, it wasn't that simple. She wasn't an animal he'd grown close to, it hadn't been a decision to make. It had been sudden, unexpected, and it had ripped away all the hope that had been built up beforehand, when they said she'd possible make a full recovery against all odds. It was hard to come back from that, even harder when you completely ignored it for a few years, letting it fester and grow, first. It was in that brief moment, coming back from the thoughts that took him mere seconds, that he realized he hadn't even introduced himself. His eyes went a little wider for a moment at the realization, then there was a slight sheepish grin as he curled his left hand into a fist, to keep his chin resting on it, and took his right hand and held it out. Seem to have forgotten my manners though. Mum'd smack me silly. Carter Connan Chandler. The hint of a scottish lilt slipped into his voice with the second phrase, particularly with the word 'mum', as it often did when he got to talking about home. Keep him talking on it too long, and he slipped right back to the accent he'd had before going away to university. He'd been young enough when he had that he'd picked up the english accent of the area, but even so, whenever he returned home, or talked about his life before he was thirteen too much, it slipped away again without him even realizing. [/scrolly]

[Eathan J. Heath]

Eathan sighed. "But won't he be disappointed next time he sees you?" asked the man, something like a new yorker accent coming trough. The sigh from Rose gave it away that he was having to much fun, but he ignored her as he continued to watch Carter.

He nodded. "I deal with them constantly. I swear that half of them just need good attention." he didn't mention that if it wasn't for the horses he would have been one of those kids... Well the horses, his mother and acting. Those three things were what kept him together, and sane. Sadly. He did have a big motivator for wanting to help the kids. They needed it.

"Though I think it's more common sense than real psychology. I mean really. Children need good parents to survive. It's not rocket science..." he frowned slightly at his beer before taking another swig. He was nearly done. Joy. Rose gave him a slightly worried glance before making a drink for a woman who came in.

Of course the accent that came from carter made him smile. Scottish. A good one to. Like he grew up in scotland... probably did. Eathan didn't even dare try scottish. he did love doing a good english one though. He could sound quite pomp. "Eathan James Heath. You come from scotland?" he asked with a smile.

[BethHostetter]

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[atrb=background,http://i278.photobucket.com/albums/kk87/Serbrider/janebethmiddle.jpg] Jane still wasn't sure why she chose to come into the bar. They were usually places that she avoided. But something in her told her she needed a drink. So... that was what she would do. Go in, get a drink, get out. She was dressed in her usual garb of oversized sweatshirts and jeans, and kept her eyes down low. She heard a few whistles and cat calls, and she couldn't help but shuddering, keeping her eyes on the bar. Her sultry walk wasn't on purpose, but it was what end up coming out. She sat down on the bar stool with some sort of grace, and gave a silent prayer that she would be ignored. She was Jane. Jane was supposed to be strong, Jane was supposed to be able to look into her fears and laugh at them. Not cower the way Beth cowered now. She smiled at the female bartender, who introduced herself as Rose. Yes, I would like a shot of something... anything. I don't care. After showing her ID, she closed her eyes. And then opened them. She reached into her bag, and pulled out a straw, and began to chew on it. A small shot glass was put in front of her. She stared at it for about a minute. She was hesitating. Why? Because her pyschologist had said alcohol would make her problems worse. But then again... maybe they would help her... give her courage. She was legal. She was an adult. She could make her own decisions... nobody could tell her what to do.

[Carter Connan Chandler]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/23jpxcj.jpg] [scrolly:h(260),w(411),sy] Aye. Originally. He consciously slipped to it that time, since they were on that topic. But he knew it wouldn't last. He'd been out of Scotland so long and for so many years of his life that it just wasn't natural anymore, at least, not without the right circumstances. There was a small smile, finally. Not a forced one, a proper one, the type of smile that had given him fan girls, though that had perhaps been partly due to the fact he hadn't hit puberty yet and was "adorable". His eyes lit up with his smiles, glittering a bit brighter in the light. His grandma called it beautiful and captivating. He'd never been able to see why, but he'd never been around a mirror either when he'd truly smiled. He glanced over as someone else came in, but hardly paid attention. He rarely did. She'd stay in his mind forever, but everyone would. Rose, Eathan, each and every unnamed face. He could call any of them up when he wanted to. The curse and blessing of an eidetic memory. He shifted his gaze back to Eathan as the girl moved past him and out of sight to the bar and Rose dealt with her. He slid back to his normal accent, his Londoner's accent, with her next comment. Small town on the coast, a little farm. Only there til the end of high school though, when I was thirteen. Then, off to London, for university. It was easy to talk about this. This was simple, this was good. This was a happy time in his life. Before Emily. Before he knew pain - true pain, pain that wasn't solely physical. Pain that wouldn't seem to vanish, scars that wouldn't seem to heal. [/scrolly]

[Eathan J. Heath]

Eathan didn't even notice the woman. he was fully distracted by Carter's smile. Captivaiting. It was probably a good thing Rose wasn't watching him at the moment or she would have thrown water at him. or something that smelled. Knowing her.

Eathan was quick to cover it up with another gulp of beer... and it was gone. Damn. And he'd already said he'd only have one tonight. Joy. Rose would hold him to that.

Eathan nodded. "I'm a new yorker actually. Though i'm upstate. You graduaited at thirteen? Wow..." he thought for a moment. "Must have been a bit awkward. After all a thirteen year old can't exactly connect with an eighteen year old. Huh." good ol' E. thinkin' out loud. again. He was wont to do that as often as possible.

"I graduaited early, but by a year. And then went to college. Acting actually. Well and a minor in animal husbandry. Mainly because i grew up around horses, traning, riding. My mom swears i was born on a horse. It's hard to unseat me once i'm on. Though mainly it's because i don't like to fall. Breaking yourself isn't good for anything." he grinned again, the beer relaxing him. Well more. It was going to be amusing seeing him on pain pills. Let me tell you.

[Carter Connan Chandler]

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[atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/23jpxcj.jpg] [scrolly:h(260),w(411),sy] He shrugged at the comment of it being awkward. He hadn't noticed, nor really cared. He wouldn't have noticed even if he'd wanted to. His brain functioned almost solely on the academic level, and he knew it just as well as everyone else did. Well, most everyone else. This guy certainly didn't act like he knew. Or perhaps he was just being kind, letting Carter think he didn't notice. More probable. Not that Carter cared much. He could do just fine on his own, or so he firmly believed. I never did see the point in a degree in acting. He mentioned offhandedly, sounding rather distant a moment, as if thinking, though he really wasn't, not like he normally did. Then, he paused, realizing how rude that had sounded, though it took him a few moments of puzzling to find out a way to try and fix it. It isn't that I don't approve of it as a career or anything, really. It just... it always seemed more like something you'd be better off learning through apprenticeship, like carpentry and the like. He wasn't sure that was much better, and the vaguely concerned and confused look on his face pretty much showed he was rather unsure he'd said the right thing. It wasn't that he wanted to say the wrong thing, or offend anyone. He just... sort of did. Often. And most the time he wasn't sure where he'd gone wrong. [/scrolly]

[Eathan J. Heath]

Eathan Heath

Eathan chuckled. "You know i've been told that. It's not all about being apprenticed to someone, there are somet hings you can only get from a class. Speach patterns, Math, English, and the basics. And I wouldn't have read most of the book's I have if I hadn't been through college. Plus it's the experience I think. Actors have a very bad habit of wanting friends, and If your apprenticing to someone you don't think so much about friends." he said with a shrug.

He shrugged. "Plus a good actor make's as much if not more than a doctor, or lawyer. Though I had a back up plan of working with animals, so I took animal husbandry for a minor" he said simply. He wasn't hurt, he never would be really. He just liked to hear himself talk apparently. As rose commented a moment later.

"You know, E. You talk to much. Way to much." she said with a smirk at him. "Aw. But you know you love it." Many people would probably be confused by his actions. He was flirting with a girl, but outwardly gay.