A Night Out (Notes-Shaina Doyle)

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GEORGEANDREWTUCKER

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The sunlight slowly faded away to nothing as George Tucker pulled up to the club. He needed to drink away his pain. He didn't know the cause of it. He just knew that pain was taking over his body. His eyes were blood shot from the day of work, searched for anyone he knew. He didn't like to mix business with pleasure, so he tried to avoid anyone from the shelter. He opened up his car door slowly and almost rolled out on the road. He was tired and dead on his feet. He manged to stumble into the club. Loud sounds and people's words blened together as George made his way through the crowd of party-goers. No one caught his eye, that sparked even one memory. He stood at a table with a beer in his hand, watching everyone dance. He wasn't really a wine or martini kinda guy. George took a swig of his beer and looked around, to see if anyone had come into the club that he knew, yet.

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Shaina Marae Doyle

Shaina stood outside of Glenrock Cafe. It was long after the sun had set and it seemed as if anyone that lived in Glenpark was piled up inside the nightclub. She was never a fan of crowds, her being claustrophobic and all. If she couldn't stand being in a corner, one wouldn't expect her to walk into a packed bar. But Shaina did, for reasons she did not know. Perhaps it was because she desperately needed a drink and this was the only place she could go.

As the girl entered the bar, she stopped at the entrance at the sight of the number of people. She put her hand on her forehead for a few moments before attempting to find a way to the bar. She had always had headaches whenever there were large clusters of people and with every step, she regretted entering the cafe even more. As she looked around, she saw girls in fancy sun dresses and clothes, and looked down at her worn out jeans that she had worn at work, collecting a bunch of dog and cat fur.

As she finally got to the bar, she let out a sigh of relief and sat down on the stool. Looking around for a moment before the bartender got to her, she didn't see many people that she knew. Then again, she wasn't the most social person in Glenpark. Most of her friends were her co-workers and she wasn't the kind of person that would leave home everyday and come back with a new friend everyday. Shaina jumped as the bartender got to her. Ordering a coke and run, she looked away again, continuing to stare at the crowd of people.

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GEORGEANDREWTUCKER

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George spotted one of his co-workers at the bar. He tried to not talk to co-workers outside work, but he was bored and wanted someone to talk to. He stood up straight and rolled his shoulders. The club was loud and he wasn't drunk but he was close. He stumbled over to her and stood beside her. "So, what brings you here?" He took a swig of his beer, that was almost empty now and he wanted another one to wash away the day. His head pounding along with the beat of the music that was playing in the club. He looked down at her wore out work jeans and smiled as he was wearing his too.

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Shaina Marae Doyle

Shaina turned around to see someone there. Umm. Just craving a drink so I came here. As she studied him, she realized it was someone from work. She gave him a polite smile and looked back to see that her drink had arrived, taking her wallet out of her bag and handed the bartender her credit card. before turning around, she took a sip and she faced him again. She reached her hand out to shake his hand. George, right?

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GEORGEANDREWTUCKER

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Chuckling a little, he nodded. He hadn't really talk to her a lot, but he didn't know anyone else. "Shaina, right?" Taking another, and the last swig of his beer. George raised his empty beer bottle in the air, to signal the bar tender to get him another. He turned back to the girl. "I really haven't seen you around SCARS, how long have you worked there?" The words almost sounded like he slurred them. He guessed that Shaina could barely understand him. Only one beer. that was all he had drank and he already sounded like he had three.