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The day had been interesting enough, as Penelope stared across the bar at the people who sat there, talking to the bartender. She was more interested in whoever was coming in, considering the person she needed to find wasn't here yet. She sighed loudly and closed her eyes, rubbing at her temples as she thought about all of this. Two days ago, she had called a mysterious number, and now all of a sudden, she was here, making sure that someone would be here at all. They warned her not to get distracted, and that all she needed to do was text them when she was done.
She lucked out that there seemed to be a bar between Littleroot and the next town onwards, however, as she had just finished what could only be described as a day for the journals.
With another quick glance around the bar, she took another long sip of the whiskey she had been nursing, and placed it down on the counter. When the bartender came over, she raised her fingers and waved one around, rolling her eyes.
"Another." She spoke quietly. The bartender just nodded to her and wiped off a clean glass with his bar towel, before placing it on the counter. He dropped three cubes of fresh ice into the glass and poured the whiskey over top of it. Penelope watched the liquid fill the glass, raising her eyebrows slightly when another person stepped into the bar.
Penelope recognized the man and his company as the people from the photos she was sent. To be sure, she flicked on her phone and flipped through the files, nodding to herself. The bartender slid her glass over, and she caught it absentmindedly as she double-checked her intellect. Once she had whipped a text off to the mystery number, she moved to get up, grabbing her coat and belongings. The bartender cleared his throat loudly and tapped the bar where her drank still sat. Eyes rolling back, she took the drink and threw it back in one go, before tucking her coat under her arm.
"It's been a pleasure, Jim." She gave him a little two-fingered salute before setting off towards the door. It was only when she got to the door, that she felt it connect with her arm hard as it flew open. Grumbling, she held her shoulder and whipped around to the person who had so haphazardly thrown the door into her.
"Watch where you're going, asshole." Penelope grumbled, not really looking up at the person yet. She rubbed her arm and stretched it out, swinging them a bit and wind-milling from her shoulder. "You could put someone in the hospital like that."
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 19, 2015 3:00:24 GMT
If you wanna leave I'm ready
We've come too far to give up who we are
So let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars
She's up all night 'til the sun I'm up all night to get some She's up all night for good fun I'm up all night to get lucky We're up all night 'til the sun We're up all night to get some We're up all night for good fun
It's difficult to miss a person in the small route, a quaint place no larger than his backyard filled to the brim with pokemon. The only redeeming factor was of course the small bar that stood among the plains, no doubt the owner was swimming in money if this was the only bar for miles and miles. Adults had to have a past time, even if it was an unproductive one, and considering that most of the population was well past their prime.
Still, that only made it all the more easier to spot her, a familiar flash of gold amongst the whitening heads. He couldn't be too sure of course, and yet he lingered all the same. Penelope Reed? An old acquaintance for sure, though he could summon very little for current doings. Mostly for the fact that the last time they'd been in contact she had decided to rub his face all over his latest scandal. In shock, he had retorted in a way that was less than appealing, and they had gone their ways in foul moods. It was curiosity mostly, he tells himself, and he stands there watching, smoking through his second cigarette, that keeps his feet planted on the ground.
Making up his mind, he finally does try to enter the bar, only to accidentally mean her on the way out. Rather than apologizing, he flashes a smile, all teeth and cold eyes. "Good to see you haven't lost your attitude." He comments. He's still sour about their last meeting, being called out by her when he had thought he knew her well enough to ignore the stupidity of the press lingered on his mind. A grudge he couldn't let go, especially when she had left before he could explain anything.
He presses forward, the need to have a drink in his hand festering to a boil. "Would you have time for an old friend, Penny?" He utters the nickname almost aggressively, a quirk in his smile as he watches her.
Post by penelope reed on May 19, 2015 13:02:12 GMT
you'll love me at once,
As she glanced up, she heard the voice simultaneously, and grimaced a bit at the familiarity. Had she really just called someone she used to consider a great friend an asshole? Once she saw his face and everything clicked together, she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms across her chest, her coat flinging around by her side due to the still-open door that was blowing wind through the entire bar.
Reaching out, she slammed the door, making sure Elijah was out of the way, but still in her cross hairs. Her arm stretched out just beside his shoulder, and she narrowed her eyes at him, before raising her eyebrows at his proposition of a drink. She was sure he was still upset with her, but with Elijah she could never tell anymore. Since she had been gone so long, she had no idea what the man was really up to, or what his true intentions were. They weren't the same kids they used to be, that was for sure.
"The only attitude I have I learned from you." She retorted, defiantly huffing before letting her arm slide past his and return to her side. Maybe they could work this out, but maybe they couldn't; she was curious to see what his explanations were, and although things seemed bad now... There might have been a chance for recovery.
Sighing, she followed him to the bar and sat down on the stool stiffly, staring at him as he ordered his drink. She raised her finger to the bartender and he nodded knowingly, pouring her glass first and setting it in front of her. After eying up the man beside her, he glanced back to Penny and cracked his knuckles. "This guy bothering you, little Canary?" He thumbed towards Elijah.
Penelope just shook her head and waved him off, rolling her eyes. "He's... a friend." She said a little more tentatively than she probably should have, before giving the bartender a smile. "No problems yet. Thanks, Jim." Penelope looked Elijah up and down before crossing her legs and taking a sip of her drink.
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 19, 2015 13:16:58 GMT
If you wanna leave I'm ready
We've come too far to give up who we are
So let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars
She's up all night 'til the sun I'm up all night to get some She's up all night for good fun I'm up all night to get lucky We're up all night 'til the sun We're up all night to get some We're up all night for good fun
He chuckles at that. From him? Truly strange, considering they haven't had a conversation of the proper sort since they were kids. Back when Elijah was still wholly ignorant of what was expected from him. That doesn't dissuade his movement, he heads towards the bar all the same to order a beer. Too early for anything hard, even he has his limits, a beer will suffice, just to taste that rich tang on his lips to keep his thirst at bay. Even so, he just keep the bottle in his hands, something solid to grip as he organizes his thoughts. It's not everyday you got to meet an old friend.
Elijah eyes the bartender, a smirk on his lips, a promise of mischievous intent until the man's moved off to give them more privacy. Friend gets his attention. Well. That was one way of putting it. He turns towards her, playing with the cool beer in his palms. "A regular or an old friend?" He questions. Either could mean that Penelope's been in Hoenn far more than he had thought she had been, another was that she actually hung out in bars now. Strange how he knew next to nothing about her now, and perhaps she'd been fed lies about him by those who hardly knew him. It's a bad churn in his gut but he presses on. "I just wondered why ever would you be here in Hoenn."
"I understand it's none of my business, what you do with your life. You're not following me, that's for sure, you made it clear that you didn't want anything to do with me." Elijah snorts with more bite than intended. He knows his jabbing words now, trying to make her feel guilty. "So I was curious, mostly. And it's grand to see you again, Penny." It's difficult to discern from his tone of voice but he does mean it.
Post by penelope reed on May 19, 2015 13:29:11 GMT
the way you did once,
Penelope stared at him as he spoke, watching as he ordered his beer. Her fingers wrung around her glass, and it took all she could to not crush it beneath her fingers as she listened to him. His words stung, but she supposed she deserved it for being not-so-great to him the last time she saw him. She had heard he was engaged, and that things were all uphill for Elijah Castaire from there. Other than the other women on the side, and the horrible drunken tabloid pictures. She felt a little bad for him, but not so bad that she didn't believe some of it. It's not like he had ever contacted her after she had left Goldenrod.
No, this friendship was over just as much because of him as it was hers.
Sighing, she tipped her glass to her lips and put it down, shrugging her shoulders in response to his question about being a regular. She wouldn't consider herself an alcoholic, but she did enjoy putting herself to sleep with a bottle of whiskey and a couple of well-intended thoughts. So what if she was a regular? She furrowed her eyebrows and then looked at him, shrugging again.
"I just met him. I've only been here since the last time I saw you." Although Arceus knew why she was still so far behind in the routes; she had only come here because a mysterious phone number had told her to. She hadn't even met who was on the other side. Frowning, she glanced over to Elijah and rolled her eyes.
"I never said I wanted nothing to do with you. I only said I was too angry to talk to you right then and there." Penelope's words jabbed back just as hard as he had spoken, and she narrowed her eyes at him, giving him a poke in the chest. "Because your attitude lays down some pretty heavy baseline for all those rumours." She grumbled, before taking another sip of the whiskey.
"I never said it wasn't good to see you." She added this part quietly at the end, as if it were some sort of secret that she was actually glad to see someone from home.
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 19, 2015 13:51:31 GMT
If you wanna leave I'm ready
We've come too far to give up who we are
So let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars
She's up all night 'til the sun I'm up all night to get some She's up all night for good fun I'm up all night to get lucky We're up all night 'til the sun We're up all night to get some We're up all night for good fun
He takes her answers with a grain of salt, as should she. He notices the look but decides not to comment. None of his business right. He's already convinced himself that whatever concern it is he has for at the moment is only because he clinging onto a thread. He looks at her and he remembers when he was happy, back when he didn't care what anyone else thought and did what he liked in his naivety. Now, with pressures from all sides, it's difficult not to be bothered, especially when they call him such terrible things. Not that they're really off target, but it hurts regardless.
His eyes flash at her jab, and he takes a long gulp from his beer before slamming it back down on the counter. "Angry at what? That I didn't tell you right away?" He says, tone exasperated as he puts out his guess. "Do you think I wanted to be engaged?" He grits out, making a wild hand gesture as he takes another swig. He glares at his drink before letting out a breath. "And then you left before I could explain. Left before I could tell you my side." Here he shakes his head, snorting to himself. "It hurt you know." Elijah admits, looking at her with far-off eyes. "That you took their side instead of mine."
It was suppose to be an arranged marriage, to strengthen families and what not. Truth be told, he'd been curious at first, wanted to see who it was that was stupid enough to agree to such a thing. It didn't matter to his father that he refused, he was suppose to be a proper son, meet the lady. They couldn't force them into a wedding but it was pretty damn close. "Attitude? Why do you think I was drinking so much then? Why do you think I was openly dating men to grab their attention." He sneers.
"They were going to force me into something I didn't want, so I used the best weapon I knew and wielded it as best I could." He laughs, staring at his bottle. He'd destroyed what was left of his reputation, in exchange for his freedom. "And it worked. Now nobody in their right mind would bother to marry a promiscuous drunkard."
Post by penelope reed on May 19, 2015 14:04:10 GMT
upon a dream,
The hair on Penelope's arm stood on end as he went off. He wasn't yelling, but she could tell that he was mad because of his tone of voice. She sucked in a deep breath, ready to retort to his first jab about her leaving, but stopped short when he said she had hurt him. Was that something he was still able to feel? Penelope hadn't meant to hurt him on a conscious level, but maybe somewhere deep down she wanted to make sure that he could still be affected like that, especially by her.
But then he was talking again, about how the drinking and the men had won him his freedom, and how now no one would want to marry him ever again. All because he didn't want to marry someone his parents had chose for him. Penelope's hand gripped on the glass tightly, and she could hear it cracking under the pressure of her grasp. He was acting so spoiled, trying to get his own way, getting out of things by ruining his own life. Penelope was hoping that he thought it was some deep act of valiance, but all she saw it as was a spoiled rich kid misbehaving to get what he wanted.
The glass shattered between her fingers the more she thought about it, and the angrier she got. Her body jumped slightly in surprise, shocking her out of her anger, to see the a small rush of blood that was now covering the counter. Sighing, she pulled a small towel from her bag and picked out the large piece of glass that had jabbed into her hand, rolling her eyes.
"That's not true, I'm sure plenty of people would want to marry you. Hermits and people who have no access to the internet... That's a pretty broad spectrum. Homelessness is up in Hoenn." Penelope tied the towel tightly to stop the bleeding. It wasn't that bad; she had cut herself on tree branches and had worse. It wasn't deep or long, just one small point that produced enough blood to drip. It would stop soon enough.
"Why didn't you ever call me?" She asked suddenly, glancing over to him. "Not even a letter. I told you where I was going."
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 19, 2015 14:50:29 GMT
If you wanna leave I'm ready
We've come too far to give up who we are
So let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars
She's up all night 'til the sun I'm up all night to get some She's up all night for good fun I'm up all night to get lucky We're up all night 'til the sun We're up all night to get some We're up all night for good fun
The outburst hadn't been planned. He had gotten caught up in his explanation that he went into a long run. Self-centered perhaps, but it as how he had felt, trapped between a rock and a hard place he did what he thought was his one sure shot to getting out of the engagment. And it worked. Basically ruined him for the tabloids and nearly gotten him disowned but it had worked. And for that he had been proud of himself, despite what they said about him.
He startles and stares at the broken glass, before giving her a cautious look. He didn't know how or why she had broken her cup, spilled whiskey all over her hands and probably had glass cutting through her palm. He winces for her as blood drips on the counter. Either she was extremely angry about his story, or she was upset with some part of it. Hard to tell when all she was showing was vague sadness as she wiped her hard free. Him? He would have been cursing up a storm by now but he supposes that's what makes Penelope special, that she had better reign over her emotions than he ever could.
He laughs nervously. "Yes, thank you for that ego boost. I'll definitely ask the next homeless person I meet if they'd like to marry me for shits and giggles." He says in good jest, before turning his body towards her, leaning in close. "Would you marry me? Knowing my background and baseline attitude?"
The frown comes quickly, Elijah automatically pulling back at the question. "And why would I? What was the last thing you said to me?" He sulks now, pouting at her. "Go ahead. Refresh my memory."
Post by penelope reed on May 19, 2015 15:04:52 GMT
,,
The question comes as a bit of a surprise for Penelope, taking her aback. Would she marry him? She pondered this for a second, even though she knew he probably wouldn't be expecting an answer, and went over the many negative qualities that she had heard about him, versus what he was trying to set straight with her right now. Of course, he had still admitted to drinking in excessive portions and sleeping with men, so those were two negatives right off the bat. She didn't want to have to compete with anyone.
"I think I would." Penelope shrugged slightly and grabbed a fresh drink that Jim had placed in front of her, before taking a long sip, letting out a breathy, alcoholic sigh after she was done. She looked back at him, leaning just as close as he had towards her. "I probably would if you asked." She answered, glancing over to him. Of course, she knew he never would, and things weren't like that between them... Or she didn't think they were. But now looking at him, the faintest thought of "maybe," crossed her mind, and she quickly shoved it away to dwell on when she wasn't actually with him.
But then he retracted his body, and he started to sulk about her departure, she squared her shoulders off and raised her eyebrows. "What do you mean? The last thing I said to you was I needed space from Goldenrod, and then I said goodbye, because you laughed in my face and told me I probably wasn't going to leave." Penny furrowed her brows and pursed her lips at the thought. "You said I was a... coward." She opted for the less-colourful version of his exact words, before crossing her arms across her chest.
"I even gave you my new address so you could email me."
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 19, 2015 15:29:58 GMT
If you wanna leave I'm ready
We've come too far to give up who we are
So let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars
She's up all night 'til the sun I'm up all night to get some She's up all night for good fun I'm up all night to get lucky We're up all night 'til the sun We're up all night to get some We're up all night for good fun
Well, that caught his attention. Surprise was written all over his face. He had assumed that she thought so lowly of him during their last encounter. He knew most of the blame could be shifted to his own attitude at the time but he had been so caught up with everything else that he had allowed the cruelty to seep into the rest of his being. Definitely hadn't been his best moment. It's something to think about, nothing was as he had perceived it to be.
"Well. You proved me wrong with that, you really did up and leave the next day." He laughs a little, over his own stupidity and pride at the time. The longer he ponders, the more obvious the truth was. He really had driven her away, huh? At the time, he had been so blinded by pride that he manage to muck up the remains of their relations. Hadn't bothered to keep in contact with a person he thought hated him. It had all been in his head apparently. "I had meant when we met after you found out about my engagement." He says tersely. "Let's just drop it for now." He adds glumly.
He was suppose to be getting drunk, so why was the atmosphere so sober despite the amount of other drunks that surrounded him. He takes another drink, bottle half-finished. "Where do you live now? I'm right at the next town, renting a house for myself, thought it would be better than sleeping on dirt."
Post by penelope reed on May 19, 2015 16:35:11 GMT
,,
After a few seconds of silence, Penelope filled it with mindless humming and tapping her fingers. Elijah seemed to have realized he had some fault in their current situation, so it was nice to hear that it wasn't just her being paranoid by not messaging him at all. He had really been sour with her, but she could have aired the relationship out by shooting him a message or something. Sighing softly, she let her eyes slide closed, before letting them pop right back open when he started asking where she lived now.
"Well, right now..." She thought about it, before glancing down to her bag, where her one-person tent sat nestled safely into one of it's many pockets. "I'm between houses, right now. Just moving from route to route at the moment." She answered calmly, shrugging a bit. Nice save, she was thinking to herself, before raising her eyebrows at his description of his new residence. He was renting an entire house? Her mouth fell open ever-so-slightly, before she zipped it right back up again. Afraid to show any interest in something so extravagant, she bit her lip and took the last sip of her whiskey.
"Sounds pretty fancy. Maybe I'll come visit." She quirked her eyebrows. It wasn't meant as anything suggestive, but now that it was out in the air, she wouldn't have minded if he took it that way. She glanced over to him and waited patiently for his answer.
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 20, 2015 1:29:18 GMT
If you wanna leave I'm ready
We've come too far to give up who we are
So let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars
She's up all night 'til the sun I'm up all night to get some She's up all night for good fun I'm up all night to get lucky We're up all night 'til the sun We're up all night to get some We're up all night for good fun
It seemed they were both strung too tight these days, time had certainly placed a gap between them. He hadn't gotten a clear answer to why she had decided to flee to Hoenn, mystery as it turned out it be she still hasn't answered that. Time from Goldenrod could be seen from different angle, he'd even go so far as to insinuate that she wanted time away from him... But even that sounded too egocentric to his ears. He'd have to ask again, on another occasion and hope that she would give him a straight answer. He never understood the adventurer's spirit. Why decide to roll around in dirt?
He nods, not entirely understanding what she had meant, but he assumed that she was living wherever she could. He knew not everyone was so willing to spend money as he, learned to brush aside what people have thought about his extravagant spending habits. He notices the look, perhaps mentally judging him for his judgement, but he didn't mind that much. He was used to that at least, having his actions picked apart, which why he had to learn to project his indifference for them, or rebelliousness as some would put it.
"Would you like to come over? I'm not doing anything right now, I'd be happy to show you around." An open invitation, he's not one hundred percent sure why he was inviting her but it felt good to do so, him still hanging onto that little thread. He knows that there's something else between the fine lines. One can only seem so innocent with inviting a woman over, and his reputation wouldn't do much good in proving any kind innocence. He smiles, wondering if she would think that far ahead, as he knocks back the rest of his beer.
The beer gives him more courage, and maybe a cringe from its earthy taste. "Well? Would you like to?"
Post by penelope reed on May 20, 2015 11:26:32 GMT
,,
Penelope stared at him as he asked her to come over, raising her eyebrows slightly. Were his intentions to bring her home like all the other women, or did he truly just want his childhood friend to see his new digs? Exhaling slightly at the thoughts that now clouded her mind, she continued to think about it for a few seconds, before nodding slowly.
"Yes, I think I would like to come over." She answered his question tentatively, and shrugged her shoulders slightly, trying to air a bit of distance between any meanings that could have been misconstrued in the simple wording. What if he expected anything of her? She glanced over to him and eyed him up and down, before deciding that it probably wasn't the worst thing in the world if he was going to be her "first" whatever-the-heck they called it these days.
"Do you mean right now, or?" Penelope motioned to his still half-drank beer and wiggled her own glass, before tossing it back quickly. Now that it was down her throat, she kind of regretted it; the burn was a nice side-effect, but the misconception that she wanted to get out of here quicker was probably out there in the open, now. She debated ordering another drink, but waited to see what Elijah would do with his beer before she made any other stupid decisions.
Post by Elijah Castaire on May 20, 2015 15:09:32 GMT
If you wanna leave I'm ready
We've come too far to give up who we are
So let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars
She's up all night 'til the sun I'm up all night to get some She's up all night for good fun I'm up all night to get lucky We're up all night 'til the sun We're up all night to get some We're up all night for good fun
He didn't think it'd be that easy. Expecting a lot more fighting, biting and scratching, he'd already half-prepared in his mind a little speech to get her to come with him. Already his mind had been formulating a way to guilt her into going along with it, something or the other about owing him the time of day especially since it's been ages since they've actually had more than a ten minute conversation. So it could be said that his surprise shows too well on his face, eyes popping wide for a second and mouth open, before he unexpectedly smiles at her answer. A sort of boyish smile, like he'd been given a gift. That was the case to him, after all, coincidences were gifts of a sort, a special surprise.
She seems eager, that gets him curious. Maybe she's happier to see him than she leads on? Though they did start off their conversation rather bitterly, at least now there was a comfortable space between them, brought forth by better times and better moods. Or maybe it was just the alcohol making them lax, that could be it too, though Elijah doubts that one drink would be enough to even have half of the fun that he would like to have. "Sure, just a sec." He says, before knocking back the rest of his beer, draining it of its contents. He smiles goofily, the sudden gulp making him woozy enough to pause and blink.
"I'm fine. I have more drink at home." He answers the unasked question, standing on steady legs as he waltzes towards the door. He looks at Penny from over his shoulder, a look of pride from not wobbling over so plainly on his face. "Coming, dearie?"
Post by penelope reed on May 20, 2015 22:01:47 GMT
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Watching as Elijah threw back his beer just as fast as she had her own drink, Penelope tucked her hands between her knees and waited for her tab patiently, before paying it promptly and leaving a small token of her gratitude on the bar, in the tip trough. Jim gave her a little wave as she moved to get up, picking up the small golden coin that she had placed on the bar, eying it carefully. After he had finished inspecting it, he gave her a thumbs-up, and tucked it into his pocket, before heading off to greet his next customer. If it hadn't been apparent that Penelope was a regular, it definitely was now.
Once she had gathered up her things, she followed Elijah towards the door, patiently waiting for him to show her where to go. After a few seconds of waiting, she reached out to open the door, starting off into the night. If it wasn't for her nerves, she would have said something, anything to alleviate the tension she now felt. Maybe she could have a couple more drinks at his place, and that would loosen her up a bit. She really had no idea why she was so tense.
Although it might have been because he called her dearie. She rolled her eyes and sighed softly at his nickname, before glancing over to him over her shoulder, eyes still partially rolled. "I think I preferred it when you called me Pensy." She laughed gently and shook her head, running her fingers through her hair.
