jamming out [mavis]

[juicebag]

And you could have it all, my empire of dirt;
I will let you down, I will make you hurt

Although Trent wasn't a music major, he did have some kind of small talent when it came to the guitar. He didn't like admitting this talent to most people. He'd chosen writing and stuck with it. But sometimes, alone in his dorm, he'd strum the guitar to an old Beatles song, or maybe when he was drunk, a Backstreet Boys riff or two. Hey, they made some good music. At least good enough to make a lot of money. But Trent wasn't training to be the next Backstreet Boy, no, he just played for fun. And sometimes, to show off to whatever girl he was with. Wouldn't she be happy to know he could strum her a song on their anniversary.

Right now, however, the boy just wanted to sit with his Jack Daniels and Coke that he'd snuck into Jam Sessions and listen to other amateurs try playing a song or two. He was absolutely sure that he was better than the guy who'd just gone, who tried playing Tom Petty's "Free Falling" but had failed halfway through the chorus. He snickered a little bit, watching the probable freshman walk off the stage to a few claps from the audience. There weren't many people there tonight; most were probably off studying or at a party. That was where Trent was usually situated, but he'd written his story far in advance of the due date, so there wasn't to much to worry about.

Next up was a girl playing a Paula Cole song.. the one from Dawson's Creek. Trent had been with enough girls to know that song. She was relatively good, and not to mention attractive... at least in the dim light. Yawning a little, he slunched down in the chair he was seated in, ending up scrunching his leather jacket that covered his torso. Trent even looked like a musician tonight. A pair of tighter-than-usual American Eagle jeans clung to his hips and his hair was tussled just a bit, barely keeping the brown locks from his eyes. But he hadn't brought his guitar with him, and wasn't about to fly solo up on stage. That would just be... awkward. Plus, he'd never dared to play in front of an audience.

Clapping as the girl finished her song, he drank the rest of his drink, not even feeling the effects of the alcohol that he'd slipped in. Oh well, it was just one of those nights. Getting up from his chair while the stage was unoccupied, Trent walked over to the refreshment bar, pouring himself out another Coke with very little ice. Less ice meant more alcohol to be fit into the container. And that always meant more fun. He walked slowly back to his seat, stirring in the Jack with disregard as to who might have been watching. Who cared? It was the college life, after all. And Trent loved every moment of it.

[stopthemathness]

i'm a put on a show kind of girl;
don't like the backseat, gotta be first;

- - - - - - - -

The plan had been to just come out tonight, do some deep breathing excercises and relax.

Mavis was very good at many things, but relaxing was not one of them. She stressed so intensely and so easily, and it built up and she just became a knot of nervous, fearful energy. So, even though she had about a pound of homework due by Monday, she intended to spend this Saturday relaxing, drinking more than her fair share of virgin Pina Coladas and maybe even singing a bit of karoke.

But no stressing.

She was on her third Pina Colada when she decided that she needed to get on stage and sing. She'd somewhat awkwardly pulled her knee up against her chest; the skirt of her pleated emerald green dress mid-calf dress fell easily, protecting any "private parts from view" there was a rip in the hem of one of the quarter length-sleeves, but the bodice suited her, and it was one of her favorite dresses. Besides, the black pump that she was currently tapping to a group of Freshmen's renedition of some Backstreet Boys song. She did have a slight suspicion that it made her look like she belonged in a Christmas catalogue, however, so she wasn't wearing any make-up.

Eventually, just the opportunity she'd been waiting for came up, right after a group had just finished a re-cap of The Mysterious Ticking Noise by The Potter Puppet Pals. "Hey," a somewhat buff, bleach-blonde guy asked into the microphone, guitar in one hand. "Somebody wanna come sing 'Misery Business' by Paramore my guitar?"

"OH! ME!" Mavis shrieked, jumping from her seat and catapulting to the stage, nearly face planting on the way. She did manage, eventually, to get to the stage without falling, and, after adjusting her curly pony-tail, grabbed the mic. The guy shot her an interesting look, but she just pretended to crack her neck.

"What're you waiting for?" she asked. He shook his head, and started strumming the opening notes.

Now, admittedly, Mavis was a theatre major, not a music major. Singing wasn't her career path of choice and, although she loved it, it was nothing she wanted to throw a lot of effort to, which was made obvious that she took the stage with her virgin Pina Colada in one hand and the mic in the other. Nonetheless, she had worked musicals all her life, and she did love to sing. This was one of her favorite songs and she powered through it, doing amazingly well. Once done, she downed the remainder of her drink and headed to the refreshment bar, grinning amongst the applause.

---

tags? trent!
words? four hundred and thirty-nine
status? complete
song? circus - britney spears
other? none

[juicebag]

And you could have it all, my empire of dirt;
I will let you down, I will make you hurt

The night just seemed to go from good to bad. Well, that was what Trent got for going to an open mic karaoke bar. And although he expected it, the music still wasn't the best to sit and drink to. It reminded him of his nights listening to his drunken relatives try and put on a show at family reunions. Those were never fun. He idled at his drink, taking sips quietly to himself. It would be a lot more fun if he had someone to poke fun at the performers with. But usually, no one shared his attempts at dry humor. He had wit, but Trent never really liked showing it unless it got him laid. Girls loved a witty guy, didn't they?

They also seemed to like singers, but Trent would never let any girl see him try and sing on stage. He knew that he couldn't belt out some of his favorite songs that he'd sung in the shower since he was little; singing was a rather personal thing for the boy. He hadn't bothered to glance around the room to see who was seated around him; it was probably the usual's who came up to the stage at least three times during the night. And somehow, they didn't get better as time progressed. Was Trent critical of how people sang? Well of course. But he wasn't going to be a prat about it. He just chose not to clap when they were finished.

By the time the blonde-haired kid called for a singer, Trent had nearly lost all hope in finding something more interesting than the karaoke to do during the night. He'd heard 'Misery Business' before on the radio, but hadn't really paid much mind to it. Sure, it was a good song for the girls to sway and bop to, but he really wasn't in the mood for any of that. The Jack was just beginning to kick in, so it was time to mellow out. Watching as the girl made her way onto the stage, he smiled a little. Well now here was something at least relatively cute and interesting. And what was this? She could actually sing? Well now here was a find that Trent could appreciate.

Smiling to himself, he finished off the drink quicker than he usually would've, just in time to clap for the girl. She was good, and had pulled off the acoustic version of the song better than (well what he thought) the original singer had with the original version. Picking up his empty glass, he made his way over to the bar to greet her. "What's your poison, miss?" he asked politely, sliding up next to her. "My treat for such a beautiful voice as yours."

[stopthemathness]

i'm a put on a show kind of girl;
don't like the backseat, gotta be first;

- - - - - - - -

Still giggling softly to herself, Mavis turned rather sharply, somewhat surprised towards Trent's voice. Calling her 'miss', particularly, caught her off guard; she was forcibly reminded of Dobby from Harry Potter for reasons that weren't entirely logical. She eyed him quickly; he was handsome, and offering her a drink? Immediately, she was put off, and a bit annoyed. What kind of game was he playing.

"Actually," she said, waving her empty glass a little boldly in his face, "not really a poison. Unless you consider sugar a poison, which I don't."

The bartender walked by again, and she pushed the glass towards him with both hands. "Another, please," she told him, and as he took her glass, she turned back to Trent. "Drinking at such a young age?" She asked in mock outrage. "How dare you think something like that about me? Innocent old me?"

She brushed a chunk of fly-away hair out of her eyes and crossed her legs as the bartender handed her back her drink. "But thank you nonetheless," she said, taking a sip. She took another slow sip, eyeing him quietly, before she set the drink on the bar. "Did you dress up to attempt to look like a bad biker boy tonight especially, or as a general rule?"

---

tags? trent!
words? two hundred and thirteen
status? complete
song? circus - britney spears
other? none

[juicebag]

And you could have it all, my empire of dirt;
I will let you down, I will make you hurt

He was a naturally polite guy. Well, most of it came from practice at trying to get into some girl's pants, but he didn't really want to reveal that to the girl before him. Of course, it looked like she'd already figured that out for herself. Was it odd for Trent to call her 'miss'? What would she had rather him call her? Some cosmic girl? A kumquat? Or perhaps a motherchucker? Most girls didn't take too kindly to those kinds of names. He didn't want to make it seem like he was trying to play her. Trent was just a guy asking if she wanted a drink. Was that so unusual?

And what was this? A little hostile? A little... feisty? The boy couldn't help but smirk a little as she waved the glass in his face. "Well to some people it might be... say, the obese?" he said plainly, before shrugging. "It's an expression, sweetie. Don't harsh my mellow when I'm just simply asking you what you're drinking. That won't get you too far ahead in life." If she was willing to play a hostile game, Trent could play it ten times better. He'd grown used to this kind of girl. After all, she was the type he was usually after.

He cocked his head to the side slightly as she ordered without hesitation from the tender. So it was the virgin Colada's she was after. How... tasteful. "Young? Doubtful. We're old enough to make our own decisions, aren't we?" he told her. "I wasn't thinking that of you, I simply asked what you were drinking. It doesn't have to be alcohol. I mean after all, this place doesn't serve alcohol." He raised his hands, looking around the room. Innocent? Hah, until he was through with her. Trent had that kind of effect on people.

Another bartender gave him a look and Trent handed the man his glass. "Another Coke, please. Light on the ice." He knew what he wanted without hesitation, and it wasn't too long before the tender brought back the drink. Laughing a little at her comment, Trent shook his head. "No, actually. It's a staple in my wardrobe and tonight just seemed like a good night to wear it. You know, just in case it gets cold outside." It was a plausible argument. Seattle's weather liked to change unexpectedly.

[stopthemathness]

i'm a put on a show kind of girl;
don't like the backseat, gotta be first;

- - - - - - - -

She listened to his... Tirade? Could it be called that? with a perfectly straight face, calming sipping at her drink. Mavis let the silence sit for a few seconds after he finished before she swallowed deeply, set the once more empty glass on the bar, and blinked. "Are you sure you won't just shrink up in the rain? Doesn't leather do that?"

The bartender cleared his throat, and she nodded. "Except he'll be paying for this one, now won't you...?" She trailed off, realizing he didn't know his name. She waved vaguely at him anyway. "This fellow. What's your name. I'm Jasekuh." she said, over-enunciating the name. "No, really. Like Jessica, with the accent."

Mavis grinned, obviously showing she was lying through her teeth. "No, actually, my name is Lucy - my last name is Diamonds, and my middle names are 'In The Sky With'. Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds. Now try and tell me that isn't awesome!"

She giggled throatily and took a sip at her new drink, as the bartender waited for Trent to pay and she watched him patiently. She giggled again, and began to wonder if this drink really did contain alcohol.

She felt the shoulder of her dress slipping off her own shoulder - she'd lost so much weight recently that it didn't fit as well as she used to - and she hiked it back up.

---

tags? trent!
words? two hundred and thirty-three
status? complete
song? circus - britney spears
other? xD. drop enough post whore points, there?

[juicebag]

And you could have it all, my empire of dirt;
I will let you down, I will make you hurt

Well what could the girl want? There were a million and one things that Trent could call her by. And he'd chosen what he'd thought was the nicest and politest. She had to appreciate that. He sipped idly at his Coke, feeling the taste difference without any Jack in it. And he couldn't really pull out the little bottle too quickly in the bar. It was a lot easier when he was at his own table where he could conceal it well. At least she could drink fast, even though there was probably no alcohol in her drink. "Nah, that's the cheap stuff," he said, looking down at his shoulder, which was covered in the leather. "I'd probably end up masticating if this thing shrunk. Not comfortable at all."

Trent raised his eyebrows at the bartender, smiling. "Yes, I've got it," he said to the man, pulling out his wallet and tossing a bill on the table. If she was choosing to be difficult, it only attracted Trent to her more. He was a bit twisted like that. And once she started playing games... bow chicka wah wah.. he was there. Trent nodded slowly, holding out his hand for her to shake. "Jasekuh hm?" he half asked, half stated. "A bit unusual way to pronounce it, but hey, I'll take it." he shrugged, looking to her with a smile.

Now she was using other random references. Trent laughed. "I honestly would've picked you out as an Elenor Rigby kind of girl, though," he said. "Since we're on the yellow submarine." Two could play at referencing the Beatles. After all, they were his favorite band of all time and he'd even considered playing a few songs up on the stage that the girl had just come from. With a coy smile on his face, he took another drink from his Coke. "I'm Sargent Pepper, waiting for my Lonely Hearts Club Band."

He watched as the strap fell from her shoulder, feeling a slight pang in his chest. Okay, so maybe it was a weird turn-on, but a shoulder strap just like that made Trent squirm. Oh if only she knew what he was thinking at that exact moment. "You might want to get that dress checked out, it just doesn't seem to want to stay on your body," he said with ease, taking another drink.

ooc;; Man, I wanna win! xD

[stopthemathness]

i'm a put on a show kind of girl;
don't like the backseat, gotta be first;

- - - - - - - -

"Eleanor Rigby?" Mavis asked, somewhat amused. "I give, I give, you totally beat me at the Beatles references, although I did get the Sargeant Pepper one. The only thing Eleanor Rigby brings to mind is Eleanor Roosevelt, which reminds me of Little Orphan Annie which invariably brings to mind the Weasleys; their hair and such!"

She grinned, pursing her lips together. "I'm sorry. This thing might be laced after all," she said, eyeing her drink thoughtfully after she said what she did.

She eyed him warily at the dress comment. "One of my best friends from back home made it - it fit me at the time, but I've lost a lot of weight, recently. Doesn't show though, does it?" She giggled nervously as she realized that, what was really just honesty, could be easily seen as fishing for compliments. He did, however, seem more then happy to sit there and entertain her, chit-chat, and even compliment her every once in a while.

Mavis noticed, lips pursed, that he had been watching her somewhat oddly since her shoulder had slipped. Well, he'd been looking at her funny since she'd got off the stage, but the odd looks he'd been shooting her way were even more unusual. If she didn't know better - which, luckily, she did - he'd think she was attracted!

"So. We know my name is either Jasekuh, Eleanor Rigby, or Lucy. So what's yours'? And, come to think of it, what the hell does masticate mean, anyway? I'm too young to be using big words like that!"

---

tags? trent!
words? two hundred and sixty
status? complete
song? circus - britney spears
other? I can tell! it's on. good luck! =P

[juicebag]

And you could have it all, my empire of dirt;
I will let you down, I will make you hurt

"Well if you know anything about the Yellow Submarine then you'd know what I'm talking about," Trent smiled, taking a little drink from his Coke. Hm. Still didn't taste right without the Jack. Once, his father had made him watch an old cartoon about the Yellow Submarine in the Beatles song. The movie had made Trent nearly shat out a kumquat. It was trippy. Like sunshine twins on uppers just magically thought of a world with cutouts of cities and putting the Beatles in their submarine, floating around. Trent wasn't going to say that it scarred him for life, but there had been numbers of nightmares. "Well I suppose you could make that connection. It's a song that they sing, very sad, but I like it just the same," he said, giving a little shrug. He was probably a hippy at heart.

Him? Lacing drinks? Okay, so he was a bit of a hornball, but the thought never came across Trent's mind to lace drinks. First, he could win over girls without having to drug them, and second, it was just wrong. That wasn't to say he liked a little alcohol in the girls first, but, either way, he could work some magic. "Nah, I wouldn't do that to you. Only the truly special ladies get that kind of stuff in their drinks," he explained, joking obviously. "I'm only joking. Don't huffle your puff."

Dresses were probably the best thing ever invented. In his mind, at least. They left some to the imagination, but not much, and they provided easy access when things got heated. Oh, how many times had he had the privilege of removing some girl's prom or homecoming dress back in high school. Now those were the days that were made for people like him. "I like it. But yeah, I guess if your clothes don't fit, you've either lost weight or you're looking for something else," he couldn't help but infer sex. It was the boy's nature. He took another drink from his Coke, glancing around the room a little. Yes, Mavis was probably the best catch he could get tonight.

Trent tried to be as subtle about looking at girls as possible, although sometimes it was awful hard. He couldn't help it when his eyes darted certain places or when he felt like complimenting a pretty girl. It was his nature. "I hate guessing games, why not tell me your real name? Mine's Trent. Trent Rodgers," he held out his hand for her to shake. "And you'll have to look it up. Nothing dirty, just sounds like it. Say it slowly.. masssticateee." he laughed.

ooc;; Haha, yes, it's on. Good luck to you too!

[stopthemathness]

i'm a put on a show kind of girl;
don't like the backseat, gotta be first;

- - - - - - - -

"I know a little about the song..." Mavis said somewhat defensively. "We all live in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine, yellow submarine?" She sung questioningly. "Doesn't that count? I think that counts." She then promptly decided, nodding her head. "I know enough."

She took another drink of her virgin pina colada absently as as he denied lacing it. "I wasn't nessecarily accusing you," she said, cringing slightly at the playful insult but expertly ignoring it like she hadn't heard it or been offended by it at all. "You have been sitting here with me the whole time... That is, unless you've been lacing it all night." She chuckled, and took another confident sip. "No, I don't think you have. I'll let you slide on this one; no need to sweat it. Or... masticate?" She tried, trying to use the word and giggling.

She was very, very surprised by the sexual innuendo. For a second, she almost felt like she was free falling. He couldn't be hitting on her, coul- No. No, of course he couldn't. She was being silly. Squaring her jaw, Mavis chose to ignore the dress comment, and awkwardly came back to the real world to here Trent introducing himself. "Oh, I'm Mavis England," she said automatically before, horrified, clapping her free hand over her mouth. She promptly giggled. "Fuck! I was hoping to keep you guessing." She frowned, disappointed, but quickly perked up when he started playing with the word. "Masstticaateee. Masssstttiiiicaattte!"

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tags? trent!
words? two hundred and forty-six
status? complete
song? circus - britney spears
other? Geez. Now I'm not sure I can compete! xD Okay. So. I was thinking that perhaps we COULD have the drink laced - obviously not by Trent - but she sleeps with him - something she would normally NEVER do - as a result, and then freaks at him because she thinks he laced her drink? Feel free to say "hellz, no."

[juicebag]

And you could have it all, my empire of dirt;
I will let you down, I will make you hurt

He nodded, taking a small drink. "Well not just the song... the whole album. And the movie. It's really fucked up," he said with a small laugh. "It's a story about John, Paul, George, and Ringo on a trip on the Yellow Submarine. They're like, trying to stop these blue guys from taking music away... Or something like that. I don't really remember. I wouldn't watch it unless you're completely stoned, or if you feel like having childish nightmares about big hands and unicorns." Yeah, his dad had really messed up his dreams from age 10 to 12. He didn't expect Mavis to get the reference, but it was definitely a conversation starter.

Trent nodded. "I was just kidding around. I would never do that to a girl. I wouldn't have to, anyway," he said. Yes, he did have a bit of a cocky attitude, but that was just how the boy was. He relied on his looks, talents, and charm to get the better of women he was perusing. No drugs. But maybe a little drinking. Only a little, though, so they both didn't wake up in the morning not knowing what happened the night previous. "I'm glad you have confidence that I didn't mix anything unwanted into your drink. You'd be one cosmic girl if I had. That stuff messes you up."

The boy had once been with a girl who was addicted to heroine. Nearly every night, she would go out, party, and come back to him for a quick fling and frolic. Trent didn't mind, of course, but sometimes she came up with the silliest things to shout while they were.. hem.. being intimate. On one occasion, she began to mumble things about how much Ron Weasley's hair turned her on. And on another, she'd screamed something about how many licks it took to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop. After that, Trent had stopped seeing her. She was just too out there.

Slipping an innuendo into casual conversation was something that the boy had done for ages. He only did it if he saw a potential hook up or sometimes it just slipped out. It was all right that she'd ignored it. He'd just have to try again. Trent was persistent in trying to hook up with women. "Hah, knew I'd get it out of you sooner or later. It's just one of those things you can't get around when you're around me," he flashed her a grin, glancing around the bar before slipping out his flask of Jack Daniels and pouring some in the drink. He took a sip, smiling now because it tasted like it should. "If it was sexual, you'd be really turning me on right now," Trent laughed as she played with the word.

ooc;; xD Now my competitive mode kicks in. Well I'm feeling free to say "hellz, yeah" because that sounds "hellz, good". xD

[stopthemathness]

i'm a put on a show kind of girl;
don't like the backseat, gotta be first;

- - - - - - - -

Mavis listened with an arched eyebrow and pursed lips to his explanation of the movie of a yellow submarine, part doubting his words and part incredulous. "Did you have nightmares about unicorns and big hands?" She teased. "A big, brave guy like you?"

She watched him tell her him that he hadn't tampered with her drink with the same disapproving, distrusting face she'd worn earlier. "Of course you don't," she said rolling her eyes, and then shaking her head when it made her dizzy. "And I guess I'm pretty weird as a general rule - who knows if this is alcohol or just some more of my usual insanity?"

However, her mouth closed with nearly an audible smack at his next words. He couldn't be hitting on her again, could he? It just seemed so silly that he would, but it also seemed silly that he would say something like that and not be hitting on her... Oh well. She'd just keep her mouth shut on the subject, and let him carry on...

Although she did let out a giggle when he told her she'd be turning him on if it was something dirty. "Oh, so any semi-dirty word turns you on, does it? That's a little ridiculous. What if...what if, say, you're sitting in church and they start talking about missionaries? Does that make you hard? Or is it not dirty enough?"

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tags? trent!
words? two hundred and thirty-three
status? complete
song? circus - britney spears
other? Sounds good... Although now I'm tempted to disappoint Trent and his cockyness (in every sense of the word). xD

[juicebag]

And you could have it all, my empire of dirt;
I will let you down, I will make you hurt

The movie had really messed up his perceptions. Watching such trippy cartoons at a young age normally would've turned off any sane person to the Beatles. But Trent was different. After the nightmares had passed, he'd started listening to their music. And boy, did he like it. Past all the scary stuff, of course. He was never able to look at blue gloved hands the same way again. "Yeah, that was me," he said, blushing just a little. "The whole experience was so trippy. Sometimes, I have the nightmare again. I dunno, you'd have to watch it, then you'd get what I mean." Heh, now she was complimenting him. Trent could get used to something like this.

She looked a bit annoyed as he spoke about it not being hard to sweep her off of her feet. He simply shrugged it off. Of course, that was what he normally did in situations such as this one. "Don't worry about it, sweetie, you're in safe hands," he told her. "Nothing wrong with being weird... although I thought you were far past all the alcohol." Trent smiled, taking a sip from his own beverage. Ah, there was nothing better than some Jack Daniels and a pretty girl.

Oh yes, Trent was hitting on her. As subtle or not as he was, he was still doing it. He smiled blankly, half wondering what she was thinking about and half wondering if she actually noticed him hitting on her. Was she purely naive to it? Or was she just choosing to ignore his advances? Either way, he loved a challenge. "Whatever the acting weird case might be, it's all right. Weird is good. Way better than normal, anyway," he told her, again trying to flirt with the girl. If she responded to this one, he'd be getting somewhere.

Well, at least he got a small laugh out of her. Trent smiled, taking a drink from his beverage. "Oh, you can bet on that race horse," he said. "Not ridiculous at all. Completely normal for a guy like me. Actually, completely normal for any guy." That statement was probably true. He knew of many guys who got a rise out of simple words like 'suck' or 'blow'. But he was classier than that. Okay, sort of. "Oh, God. Churches. The best and absolute dirtiest place to have sex. Don't just huffle my puff like that. It could lead somewhere else..." Trent gave her a small wink.