Ok, yeah... so I screwed up..(open)

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A Broad stautred man wearing a black apron approached PJ and leaned onto the counter, waiting for the boy to place his order.

" The strongest you got"
Phoenix replied and the man nodded and stepped away from the bar, returning with a glass of his strongest liquir. Quickly chugging half the glass, he placed it back down on the counter. The thoughts of being a dad still in his head. He didn't know how.. and he didn't want to end up like his own father, But here he was, drinking his worries away, just like his dad would. Staring down at the drink, He took another swig and asked for more. His situation didn't seem real just yet. It just seemed like something to look forward too. which it was. He was just lost and afraid.[/size][/ul]

[Carmen James]

I never promised you a ray of light

Carmen walked into the club, the smell of liquor hitting her nose. Her eyes scanned the crowd of dancers. Not feeling like dancing, she walked up to the bar. Carmen looked and saw a guy she'd seen, but never talked to. She took a seat beside him and waited for the bartender to come over to her.

"what will it be miss?" asked the man. "Tequila please." she ordered. She wasn't in the mood for anything she'd normally get, plus she wasn't a big drinker and had only had tequila once in her life.

Carmen looked at the boy out of the corner of her eye. He didn't seem happy at that moment. Suddenly, her drink was placed in front of her and she looked at that instead.

[Ryuu James]

Stadium Arcadium

Thumping bass sounded dimly from behind the club doors. Ryuu stood, staring at them for a few moments, and debated going in. After less than a few seconds consideration he went in, the music hitting him full on. He turned to look at the band playing, and grinned at the drummer, an acquaintance of his. Weaving his way towards the bar, he was ground up against by several ecstatic (or possibly just lit up) dancers and he ignored them with some difficulty. He’d spotted a familiar figure, and he sat down next to the one and only PJ Cohen. Sitting in silence as the slightly younger boy ordered vicious liquor and downed it almost all the way in one go, a faint smile of sympathy flickered on his face, green eyes softening in reminiscence.
“Coming to terms with it, eh?” he asked softly, waving over the barrister. Ordering a green Alco Pop, he gazed at Phoenix thoughtfully whilst he waited for his drink.
“I may not be famous for my counselling skills, but I know exactly how you feel. More than you could imagine,” he said quietly, pushing a note towards the barrister when he thunked down his drink, before taking the bottle and having a cautious sip. He wanted to hug PJ or something like that, but he wasn’t sure whether the action would be received kindly. Seeing Phoenix in this state of mind unnerved him, pushing his thoughts towards his own dilemma. Ryuu, being a coward, had taken the easy option out and fled from Dijon, sick of his life tied down by his father and those around him.
“Anyway, I’m sure you’ll be much smarter than I was. The first step is staying in the country,” he laughed, slight bitterness laced in his nervous giggles. He shut up then, knowing he’d waffled.

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The voice belonged to Ryuu, no doubt about that, and Phoenix could only find a sigh as a reply. As Ryuu waved over the bartender, Phoenix held up his glass and the man brought him another, sahking his head lightly as he sat it down in front of him. Phoenix wasn't much of a drinker, anyone who knew him knew that. He feared alcohol, feared becoming like his father. But he feared being a father himself even more. Already, after one glass of the strong liquir, he was feeling a bit past tipsy, and half the second wasn't helping anythign either.

For a moment, Phoenix sat in silence, Twisting the Half empty glass in the palm of his hand. Then suddenly, his voice came, a silence breaker. It was clearly audible over the music, a different tone than his usual softness

" I don't know anything about being a dad. I can't do it. I don't know how. I mean damn... Girls have some kind of.... motherly....thing.. instinct thing. I've got nothing. I don't think i'm cut out to be a dad, Ry...uu"

After this, another swig of his drink was taken. He was comforting himself by doing what his father always did, but if one looked closely, they could see his hands shaking and the semi-solemn look to his expressions.[/size][/ul]

[Carmen James]

Carmen sat there, listening to them talk for a moment. She didn't want to sound nosy but she turned and looked at him anyways. She figured she'd start off with a casual conversation. "Hey do I know you?" she asked. 'Good move, they won't ever suspect you of being nosy.' she thought sarcastically to herself.