-- all the right moves

[diem alyxzander moon]

DO YOU THINK I`M SPECIAL? DO YOU THINK I`M NICE?

am i bright enough to shine in your spaces?

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he was late to work. holy shit! he was late to work! again! how fucking great. why the hell did it have to be him that was always late? why the hell didn`t he set his alarm? he rolled over on his stomach and, very seriously, considered skipping work.. or even calling in sick. but! he had to pay the bills; why? because nobody else would. he rolled back onto his back and sat up. he looked down at the chick sleeping next to him and touched her bare back. "trish.. i gotta go to work. i`m already late.. so you have to leave." he said gently, trying to avoid any drama with the alcoholic bitch he`d given in to. he sighed when she opened her eyes then turned over and made to go back to sleep. "look. just because you get all your bills paid by somebody else, doesn`t mean i do. now, come on. get the fuck up." he took a deep breathe then got out of the bed. he turned to her. "i`ll be ready to go in half an-- no. in fifteen minutes. you should be, too." his eyes rolled and his head shook as she began to cuss him out. he casually picked up his phone and scrolled to his boss' number before looking back at the cussing psycho. "go home to your husband. and do me a favor: don`t come back here, again." he looked down at the kitten that was stretching on his leg and smiled a little before bending down and picking him up. "don`t you want to crazy lady gone?" he asked his kitten and laughed lightly when the kitten meowed in response then walked down the stairs and to the bathroom; all while talking to his boss.

diem moon was a whore. there. it`s all out on the table now. he was a whore. and he knew he was. he never tried to change it. it wasn`t like he didn`t want to change it.. but.. it also wasn`t that he did. he wanted to have fun and be himself.. and being himself usually led to him meeting a new woman and.. possibly taking her home. or going to her place. it wasn`t his fault that he was a good looking guy with a great personality. it was a blessing he`d gotten from higher beings. he yawned big as he hung up his phone and set flip down. he turned on the shower and waited a second before hopping in and letting the hot water hit his body then face.

a quick shower later; diem stepped out the bathroom wrapped in a towel. he looked around to find that trish has, indeed, left.. but she`d also decided to make a mess before leaving; he yawned again and looked at the photos she`d torn down. he shrugged a little when he saw that they were mostly of other chicks he`d snapped. then he laughed and walked over to his closet. he pulled out an outfit and threw it on quickly. then straightened up a little before leaving flip some food and walking out the house.

work. work. work. work. yes. wonderful work. insert sarcasm. diem liked his job! but.. at moments like this.. when he was exhausted and frustrated.. he wished he didn`t have to work, at all. bothh of his jobs were fun. working at zen; the strip club.. was beyond fun. naked and half naked women around all the time? psht. it was like fucking heaven! or at least diem`s heaven. plus; diem had his rylee there. so even if it was a slow day, he had fun. then working at sputnik always came with perks. why? ohh.. just because diem always left with a chick.. well; whenever he wanted to. talk about fun!

so! diem hopped in his silver 1969 camaro and pulled out of his parking spot and out of the parking structure. he yawned once more as he cruised to work. unfortunately it wasn`t his zen night; it was sputnik. so he`d be there working. not much talking going on; just making drinks.. until some chick came in and thought she was talking her way into his pants when it was actually the other way around. diem laughed a little at himself. "no women tonight diem!" he told himself aloud. after trish made her mark in his place; he didn`t wanna deal with any women.. or men for that matter. basically, he didn`t wanna be in any sexual situations. honestly; if he didn`t get into anybody`s pants for a week or two; he`d be perfectly fine with it.

he pulled into his usual parking spot and got out of his car. he walked into the club, up the stairs and to the bar; he hung his jacket up and immediately got to work. he took a few orders and then greeted his boss as she came over towards him. he listened to her scold him for being late again and then apologize. "it really wasn`t my fault. there.. was a power outtage in my building..so my alarm clock..." he said as he gave out the filled orders. he nodded when she took the lie and then walked away. he took a deep breathe and looked up at the next person. "what can i help you with?"

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DONE: status
PENNY!: tagged
HIS SEXY:outfit
NINE.FOUR.OH:words
ONEREPUBLIC -ALL THE RIGHT MOVES :lyrics
BWAHA!:notes

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[penelope jane evans]

we all learn to make mistakes
AND RUN FROM THEM, FROM THEM, WITH NO DIRECTION
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Penelope Evans had a date. Or at least, she was supposed to. It had been a spur-of-the-moment date. Some guy had seen her in the mall, checked her out and asked her to meet him at Sputnik sometime. This wasn't unusual. Penny had agreed of course (especially since the guy had said drinks would be on him) and then promptly penciled in the date on her planner, only remembering that the guy's name started with an M. Perhaps it was Marc or Mack or Michael even--she couldn't remember. But it seemed he didn't remember her either--or their date.

Penelope had waited outside of Sputnik for about fifteen minutes past the time the guy said he'd be there, standing outside on the ramp near the stairs feeling ridiculous and scowling at anyone who got within five feet of her. Why was she so upset? Well, naturally you would be too if you got stood up, but there were other reasons. One, she was the Queen of Eisley and no guy had the right to reject her. No guy. Two, this wasn't the first time this had happened.

In the last month alone, poor Penny had gotten stood up three times. This was the third time. This was it. No more letting guys take her for another foolish high school girl. She was Penny freakin' Evans, for Christ's sake! If anybody was going to do any rejecting, it'd be her! And it was with this thought in mind that Penelope rolled her eyes and actually went inside Sputnik. She was going to have her own Penelope night, goddamnit! Fuck Mister He's Never Gonna Show Up, fuck her so-called "friends" who had all seemed to turn on her in the past week and fuck ALL guys. She was Penelope fucking Evans; she didn't need anybody. Everybody else needed her.

Sputnik was always inviting. There was always a crowd there and always some like corner for you to find where you could fit in. But tonight, Penny didn't feel like mingling or fitting in. No, she was bitter and angry as hell and she was enough of a bitch in a good mood. No, people were just not her thing tonight. Tonight was all about her.

So she made a beeline for the bar, thinking the only thing that could calm her down at this point was alcohol. There was no way she was going back to Eisley so early--people thought she had a date. None of her friends knew about this developing trend of Penelope getting stood up and she didn't plan on ever having any of them know about it either. That would be way too embarrassing; what would everybody say?

Luckily, it seemed to be a slow night at the bar, so there were plenty of stools open--some even with no one on the stools next to them. Penelope took one of those seats; she wanted to be as isolated as possible. She cradled her cheek in her palm and lazily traced patterns on the counter top as she waited for a bartender, wondering where she'd gone wrong. It couldn't have possibly been her that was causing all these guys to leave her without as much as a brief text message, now could it? It wasn't as if the guys even knew her. They met her, asked her out and then never showed. Totally rude.

Penelope went on thinking about this for about five minutes before she realized that it really was a slow night in Sputnik. Maybe she was just being impatient because she was in such a funk, but did it usually take bartenders this long to get to her? Penelope frowned as she looked up from the counter. The only person behind the counter was one girl who looked like she wasn't that much older than Penelope, but who also looked like she shouldn't have been there anyway. She looked nervous and unsure, like tending the bar wasn't actually her job. Penny had a feeling it wasn't, but she just sighed and bowed her head again, wishing the night would just end.

Penny was so into herself, she didn't even notice when someone practically burst into the bar and got behind the counter. In fact, Penelope was beginning to rethink her whole decision of staying out at Sputnik when, like a voice from the heavens above, someone finally asked her, "What can I help you with?"

Penny slowly raised her head, her arms now folded on top of the counter, and she looked up at the owner of this voice. She seemed a little out of it, but that was only because...well, she was a little out of it. Penny quirked an eyebrow and her top lip twitched in an effort to resist the urge of cattily replying, "What's it to you?"

Instead, she mentally counted to ten, remembered she was supposed to be ordering a drink and ran her hand through her thick, red tresses. She gave her behind the counter help a look before saying, "Boys suck. Think you can help me with that?" She gave him the once-over and then made a noise in her throat. "Wait--you're a guy. Never mind."

Penny sighed and rolled her eyes. "In that case, I'll have a Lemon Drop. And keep 'em coming until you have to call me a cab. Or better yet, until I tell you to stop," Penny ordered with a heavy tone of bitterness. No please, no thank you; nothing. Typical Penny.


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[diem alyxzander moon]

DO YOU THINK I`M SPECIAL? DO YOU THINK I`M NICE?

am i bright enough to shine in your spaces?

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of course. yes.. no night at sputnik would be complete without the bitter chick with man problems. he couldn`t believe he`d forgotten that part of the night. he never usually dealt with it. he left those customers to the chicks he worked with. guys with chick issues.. he could handle. give 'em a few drinks. let him rant. boom. it was all done. but women? psht. the drinks only made them worse. and then they blamed every guy because of one guy.. and had the nerve to take it out on every other guy. diem couldn`t handle that. drama was not his steeze.. he didn`t care if it was in his job description. he could smell that drama from a mile away.. so he steered clear.

so it was odd that he didn`t see penny and notice the mood she was in. if he had, he would`ve been on the other side of the bar fixing drinks for the happy celebrating women. he looked at her for a moment before smiling slightly and waiting for her to answer him.

"boy suck. think you can help me with that?"

diem laughed lightly when she said that; he leaned on the bar top and opened his mouth to say something in response when she cut him off with her rude request. his eyebrows raised and a smirk popped onto his face. he laughed again then shook his head. "for the record. that`s definitely not how you ask somebody for something. whether they`re getting paid to do it or not. i mean.. have you seen that show.." he thought for a moment. "shit.. i forgot what it was called. but ANYWAY; it was the people in the workplace fucking with peoples food and shit." he started working on her order. "i mean.. i`m too nice a guy to do that. but.. it happens." he looked her over slightly and frowned a little as he put the drink down in front of her. "you look familiar.." he leaned back down on the bar top and studied her for a second. then he stood up straight and clapped his hands together before pointing at her. "you`re elias' friend! that`s where i`ve seen you. uhh.." he thought for a second. "p.. penny! right?" he smiled a bit and nodded. "i`m diem." he said politely. then he went to making the orders being shouted out at him. "you know; because you`re elias' friend.. i`ll help you out with that.. dilemma of yours. the 'boys suck' one." he laughed lightly and thought for a quick second. he wanted to help her.. but.. he couldn`t just hand out the guy code to her.. or.. intentionally do it, at least. "boys, most definitely, do suck. guys do shit to make girls think they`re.. like.. irresistible or something.. i dunno. they just do shit. most of the time, just to do it to some random girl." he looked at the time then looked back down at her. "this guy that made you realize 'boys suck'.." he shrugged a little and passed out the filled orders to their order-er. "i suggest you just forget him." he said simply before popping out another lemon drop for her. then he turned and went down to the other end of the bar.

he could`ve laughed his ass off. this girl; the penny girl, he`d heard, was apparently the queen of eisley, nowadays. he shook his head as he poured shots for a group of people that sounded like they were celebrating. he glanced down at penny again and actually did laugh a little. he`d stand there and mentor her all night; but he had a job to do.. and she was rude. diem wasn`t one to be in situations with rude people.. but he figured.. maybe, the situation at hand could be why she was such a rude ass. but then.. she was kinda rude when they`d first met.. he shrugged, visibly, to himself and then filled a few more orders. after a while, he made his way back over to the lone ranger and her lemon drops. he studied her for a second to try and gauge her mood; try and see if she`d be a bitch towards him. then he leaned on the bar top. "so. penny. i hear you`re like.. royalty at ol' eisley. what are you? the princess? dutchess? queen?" he teased a little. "if that`s the case, though.. you should have the.. uhmm.. for lack of better word.. sense, to be with.. well, men. and not little boys." he looked at her for a second then grinned. "boys will always sucks. but men?" he laughed and shook his head a little. "men only suck when the time is right; if you get what i`m saying." he tilted his head a little. "do you want me to shut up, penny?"

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DONE: status
PENNY!: tagged
HIS SEXY:outfit
EIGHT.SEVEN.SEVEN:words
ONEREPUBLIC -ALL THE RIGHT MOVES :lyrics
SHORT? UGH!:notes

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[penelope jane evans]

everyone's a let down
IT JUST DEPENDS ON HOW FAR DOWN THEY CAN GO
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Penelope Evans hardly gave a shit about anyone besides herself on a good day. When she was in a bad mood, this outlook on life was only amplified. In fact, when she was in a bad mood, not only did she not care about anyone else, but she started blaming other people for her misfortunes. If anything went wrong in her life, it was obviously not her fault. And don't even talk to her about karma. In Penny's mind, that did not exist.

Think about it. If there was such a thing as karma, she'd probably be dead by now.

It wasn't that Penelope was incapable of being a nice person. In fact, people who knew her from years before would tell you that she'd been nothing but sweet to them. Always polite, always smiling and gracious. The perfect charmer. The perfect daughter. Penelope seemed to have it all. And she still seemed that way--in the eyes of the people who mattered most. Now it wasn't about being nice, it was about having the right people think you were nice. Everything was manipulated and twisted in Penelope's mind. It wasn't about substance, it was about appearance. Popularity had changed her so much.

And that was why she was being so rude now. Why should she give two shits if this bartender didn't like her attitude? She wasn't really causing a scene; could he kick her out for a little sass? Even if he did, she'd just go somewhere else. There was always somewhere where she was welcome. She was Penelope fucking Evans, after all. She just kept telling herself that. In her mind, she could do no wrong. Of course, we all know Penelope's version of real life is so warped from what is actually going on around her.

"For the record, that's definitely not how you ask somebody for something, whether they're getting paid to do it or not," he told her and Penelope could only quirk an eyebrow in response. She felt like impatiently asking for her drink, but she figured she might as well humor him and act as if she cared about what he had to say. She didn't come to the bar for a freaking life lesson. Still, without saying much else, he started working on her drink and not before long, a Lemon Drop was plopped down on the counter in front of her.

Penelope flashed the bartender a grateful smile before practically downing half the glass. "I'm pretty sure people can sue employees for that," Penelope said lazily, referring to his bit on people fucking with customers' food. Penelope would never let that happen to her and if she did, there would be hell to pay. "So you'd definitely be hearing from me and the complaint department...or whatever. So even if you aren't the type, I wouldn't try it."

"You look familiar..." the guy noted, leaning on the bar and studying Penny quickly. She raised an eyebrow again and took another sip of her drink, slightly unnerved by his gaze. He looked familiar to her too, but she didn't say anything. Generally, when someone whose name she didn't remember looked familiar to her, it wasn't a good thing. And this guy didn't exactly look like good news. Yeah, he was attractive, but he had that tough, tattooed guy look going on for him--kind of like that Elijah boy that Ara was so infatuated with. The thought made Penelope grimace and her drink went down with a sour aftertaste.

Men who were scraggly and smooth-talking and tattooed were all dangerous and meant to be avoided. "You're Elias' friend! That's where I've seen you. Uhh..." Oh. Penny frowned a little as she put her glass down. "P... Penny! Right?" Penelope looked up at this guy through her eyelashes, a blank but pretty uninviting expression on her face. "I'm Diem."

Penelope gave him the once-over (with quite the disapproving look) and took a long, slow sip of her drink before smiling curtly at Diem, the way a pageant queen would've been trained to do. "I'd hardly call Elias and I friends," Penelope admitted, tipping her head to the side. Elias was another one--one of those tattooed, dangerous boys. And he was related to that Elijah kid. Now, Penny didn't really dislike Elias (at least, not in the way she disliked Elijah), but they were so different. Elias was really her go-to when she wanted to take a walk on the wild side...or piss Spencer off. He wasn't her usual cup of tea.

"It's Penelope, actually," she told Diem as she finished off her first Lemon Drop. After swallowing, she gave him a polite nod and a simple, "Hi." Could you blame her? She was in the worst mood ever and here comes Mr. Cheery Happy giving her life lessons and morals and knowing her and shit. This was not how Penny imagined spending her time at the bar.

She was being so rude and he was so polite to her; she didn't understand it. Was he not getting it? She just wanted to be left alone. Fuck that soapbox, she wasn't going to talk anymore. She'd just drown her sorrows with some good drinks and wallow silently; he didn't need to know about her problems. He was a bartender; he probably heard the same shit night after night. It'd be best for the both of them if she just shut up and he just went away (except for when it was time for another drink).

But he kept talking to her. And a part of Penny--a bigger part than she was willing to admit--was really grateful for that. "You know; because you're Elias' friend...I'll help you out with that...dilemma of yours. The 'boys suck' one." Penny couldn't help but snort at that. "Oh, really? If you would be so kind," she replied sarcastically, tracing her finger around the rim of her glass. She wondered when her next drink would come around. The effects of the first one hadn't hit her yet and she wasn't a lightweight drinker. That much she knew.

"Boys, most definitely, do suck. Guys do shit to make girls think they're...like...irresistible or something... I dunno. They just do shit, most of the time, just to do it to some random girl," Diem told her and Penelope softened up a little bit. He didn't have to talk to her like this. He could've just left her to her own devices, but now he was giving her advice on dick ass guys. It was kind of nice. "This guy that made you realize 'boys suck'...I suggest you just forget him."

Penelope opened her mouth to reply, but Diem just popped out another Lemon Drop for her and scurried off to attend to some other customers. Oh right, Penelope thought with a sense of realization. She'd forgotten she wasn't the only one at Sputnik that night. It did sound, however, like she was the only not celebrating something or out having a good time with friends. That made her sigh a little and she started on her second Lemon Drop, figuring there would be many more to come after it.

The thing was, she'd already forgotten the guy in question. Hell, she couldn't even remember his name. It wasn't him specifically--well, it was tonight, because he'd stood her up. But it was the fact that she seemed...no longer desirable. Everything Penelope knew was falling apart. People were actually challenging her, her kingdom seemed to be collapsing from under her, she was losing some of her closest friends and they all seemed to be making the wrong choices and above all that, she didn't have legions of guys waiting in line to be with her. Sure, the amount of people attracted to her was still well and large, but...it wasn't the same.

Why was this happening her senior year? This was supposed to be the year that she was really meant to rule the roost. What happened? What had gone wrong? While she was asking herself this, Diem returned to her lonely side of the bar and although Penny could feel his eyes on her, she didn't look up, choosing instead to take another swig of her drink. That was, until Diem spoke up again.

"So, Penny. I hear you're like...royalty at ol' Eisley. What are you? The princess? Dutchess? Queen?" Penny smirked at her glass, knowing full well that he was teasing her. But dammit, if he wasn't right. She lifted her chin a little; she was the Queen of Eisley--she'd better start acting like it again. "If that`s the case, though...you should have the...uhmm...for lack of better word...sense, to be with...well, men. And not little boys."

Penny raised both her eyebrows in surprise. "Oh?" was all she could manage in response. Diem continued on and then asked her if she wanted him to shut up and had he asked her that five minutes or so ago, her answer would've been much different. "No, do go on," she insisted, her interested now piqued. What was this business he was talking about? "You see, I am the Queen of Eisley, but this queen...has had a hard time finding a king well-suited for her." Penny shrugged as if it were just another sad fact of life. "So she has to go around like a desperate princess kissing any frog she can in the hopes that she'll at least find a prince. Then she could shape him up into a suitable king...or at least try to."

Penny finished off her second Lemon Drop and gave Diem a lopsided smile. "So far this plan has failed. Miserably."


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[diem alyxzander moon]

DO YOU THINK I`M SPECIAL? DO YOU THINK I`M NICE?

am i bright enough to shine in your spaces?

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diem smiled. he finally got her in the conversation. maybe she wasn`t the typical bitter chick with man issues. he fully expected her to tell him to shut the fuck up and leave her alone. but she didn`t. i mean.. if she had he probably wouldn`t have left her alone, because he`s diem fucking moon and he`s nosey and crazy like that. but diem was not about to let her talk to herself. he nodded a little as she talked. "uh huh.." he said as he took away the empty glasses in front of her. "that`s your problem. you shouldn`t be going around kissing just any old frog in hopes of finding that prince charming you want!" he said as he began to make her another lemon drop. "you`re supposed wait for the right frog to hop along over to you." he went silent, in thought and started to pour her drink into a clean glass. "don`t just throw yourself out there. guys are supposed to throw themselves at you." he looked at her and slid her drink over to her. "you`re beautiful, penny!" he grinned. "and you`re queen. so you must be, at least slightly, brilliant. beauty and brains are hard to find in one woman." he said shamelessly. "well, at least in my opinion it is." he looked at her then shook his head a tiny bit.

she had some issues. for her to think that throwing herself at boys, as the so-called Queen of Eisley, was okay.. was somewhat pathetic. during his brief time at eisley, diem had known the queen to be the one men fawned over and women envied; or boys and girls, he`d say. he looked at penny for a brief second and wondered how many girls at that school actually envied the girl sitting in front of him. obviously none if she was sitting here alone and having a conversation with a bartender she barely knew. then he wondered how many guys were actually fawning over this chick. obviously not too many, otherwise she`d have guys sitting around her praying for her to glance, or even sneeze, on them. she wouldn`t be sitting there, alone, talking to some random... hot, tattooed, pierced up, and happy bartender. he grinned to himself as he praised himself then began to pick up the glasses, from the other patrons, surrounding her. he took a deep breathe. "i wish i could.. like.. sway your actions and make you put into action all that i`m saying to you. but.. something tells me you wouldn`t do it and you probably don`t even give two shits about what i`m saying. sooo..." he shrugged and looks down at the the bar when he was called. his coworker wanted him to take over while she went to the restroom. he looked back at penny. "i`ll be right back." he said politely with a small smirk.

he went down to the other side of the bar and took over where his coworker stopped off at. he sighed a little and felt bad; there were a million other people in the bar and he had left his coworker deal with all of it while he talked to the random girl at the other end of the bar. he looked up and smiled while he took orders; he laughed and joked around while filling them. when he looked up and over at penny, he noticed that his coworker had taken over. he frowned slightly. "hey! keep her glass full! lemon drops." he nodded slightly when his coworker went to work; then turned back to his work.

the bartender filled all the orders he could as quickly as he could get them and get them passed out; eventually, he made his way back over to the other end of the bar where he`d left miss evans. he smiled at her. then looked at the time. "you know; if you need a ride home, i could give you one. " he said politely, as he began to clean up around her.

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DONE: status
PENNY!: tagged
HIS SEXY :outfit
SIX.NINE.TWO :words
ONEREPUBLIC -ALL THE RIGHT MOVES :lyrics
-.- FREAKIN' MUSE! :notes

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[penelope jane evans]

hey well, you figured me out
AND THAT'S ALRIGHT; NOW WE GOT SOMETHING TO TALK ABOUT
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After finishing her second Lemon Drop, Penny was starting to get affected by her drinking. Not that she really noticed. She just felt a little lighter, was a little more talkative--nothing too noticeable at first. And again, she wasn't a lightweight. But even a big Queen like Penny couldn't fight off the effects of Vodka for too long.

Diem took away her empty glasses and Penny watched longingly as he made her another Lemon Drop. So he'd listened to her when she said keep 'em coming after all. Good. She was kind of half-listening to what he was saying to her (bad idea), but then her ears perked up when he told her that she was supposed to wait for the "right frog" to hop over to her. Penny almost snorted.

"Don't just throw yourself out there. Guys are supposed to throw themselves at you," he told her as he slide her drink over to her. Penny's hand instinctively gripped the glass even though she didn't drink from it yet, still listening to what Diem had to say. "You're beautiful, Penny!" he told her, grinning. And thank god for her freckles because with her pale complexion, the flush in her cheeks would have been a lot more noticeable without them. Not that she was flushing because of the compliment. It was just really hot in the bar. Yeah, that was it. "And you're queen. So you must be, at least slightly, brilliant. Beauty and brains are hard to find in one woman."

Penny actually giggled at this. "What can I say? I try." She started on her third Lemon Drop, taking a long sip of it before setting the glass down on the counter again. "But it's not as easy as it sounds, I swear! I'm not just some washed up has-been or trying to hold on to my glory days or whatever, like those old celebrities or who else have you! I'm still fucking Queen!" Penelope exclaimed with more passion than she'd shown all night. Although, that one sentence had been kind of loud. She looked around the bar in embarrassment, but just turned back to Diem and cleared her throat.

"But the guys who do want me are hardly worth my time and the ones I want are probably taken and I am sorry, but I'm just not going there. Well, either that or they're afraid of me." Penelope rolled her eyes. "Aren't guys supposed to like bitches or something? There's a freakin' book on it." Penelope glowered and took another sip of her drink. Now she was miserable again, just thinking about her current situation. For a moment there, she'd been alright, thanks to Diem. Penelope fell silent and kind of just glared at her already half-empty glass, as if it were to blame for all her recent misfortunes.

She looked up at Diem when he spoke again, one eyebrow arched in interest. I wish I could...like... sway your actions and make you put into action all that I'm saying to you, but...something tells me you wouldn't do it and you probably don't even give two shits about what I'm saying, sooo..."

Penny felt like telling him that he was wrong and that she probably would listen because goddammit, she was desperate. She needed all the advice she could get. But instead of talking, she took another sip of her drink and by the time she put the glass down again, Diem had been called away to tend to the rest of the bar and Penny was left all alone again. When he told her he'd be right back, she cheekily cried out behind him, "Yeah, sure! That's cool. Leave me just like all the rest of them do!"

She was smiling when she said it and she was joking, but as soon as the words left her mouth, Penelope realized how truly pathetic she was right now. Here she was, so-called Queen of Eisley, being stood-up and wanting the company of a bartender she just met. Oh, how the mighty have fallen...

Penny kind of let herself drift into her own thoughts, something she didn't do too often. There were usually too many people around her for her to do so, but now she was alone, well...it was something to keep herself occupied with, right? She folded her arms on the counter and rested her head on top of her hands and kind of just stared in front of her. Another bartender swung by and gave her an odd look. She asked Penny if the girl wanted anything but Penny didn't answer. She just lazily glanced at the glass next to her, barely a quarter full. It was obvious what she wanted, wasn't it? She was alone at a bar with an almost empty glass beside her. Fuck; she wanted more alcohol!

"Hey! Keep her glass full! Lemon Drops," Penelope heard Diem's voice and she smiled a bit, raising her head from her arms. At least she'd gotten a cool bartender. That was the one bright spot in this otherwise dreary night. She finished her third Lemon Drop and moved on to the fourth that this new bartender had made for her. Penelope practically chugged this one down (way too fast; she almost choked on it), but she was at that point in the night where she wasn't sure whether she just wanted to be tipsy or get smashed. Soon enough though, Diem was back, so she didn't linger on those thoughts for too long.

"You know; if you need a ride home, I could give you one. " Penny laughed loudly. "If I had a dime for every time I heard that line, oh my. I'd--I'd be...richer." Penelope giggled again and finished whatever was left of her fourth Lemon Drop. "Is it time to leave already?" Penelope whined. "Aw. Tonight was just getting fun." Penelope fake pouted and slowly got up from her bar stool, gathering her purse and seeming really off-balance. Maybe it was high time she got back to Eisley. There was always someone she could jack some alcohol off of at school, but she didn't want to get in trouble out on the streets.

"But don't you worry, my little knight in shining armor," Penelope said, her words beginning to slur a little more. "I will be just fine! I'm a big girl. I'm the mother fucking Queen--I can make it on my own!" However, the first three steps Penny took towards the door told everyone just the opposite. She wasn't even wearing heels and she still stumbled around like she was.

Leaning her weight on a nearby empty bar stool, Penelope turned back to Diem and brushed her bright red hair out of her eyes. "Okay, okay...maybe I need a ride, okay? But. Don't think you need to do me any favors. But just so you know, I don't put out," Penelope said proudly, raising an eyebrow. "So don't even think about trying anything!"

Penelope paused for a moment and frowned. "Is that why guys avoid me? 'Cause I don't put out? 'Cause that's--that's like sexist or something. That's. That's just wrong." Penny seemed to realize what she was saying and shut up, clearing her throat again.

"I'll just leave you a tip and we can forget this night ever happened, right? I'm not usually like this." And now Penelope was blabbering. "Oh shit; I didn't even pay for the--"

Penelope moved closer to the counter and fished through her purse for her credit card, but when she couldn't find it, she just slapped a twenty dollar bill down on the counter. "That should cover it, right?" Penelope asked, looking up at Diem.


tagged » diem alyxzander moon !
outfit » here.
words » 1,286.
lyrics » all this time -- self against city.
music » drops of jupiter -- train.
notes » haha, oh penny.

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