welcome to mystic falls (claire)

[lucasjonsson]

Letting out a yawn of tiredness and half boredom, Lucas walked into the Mystic Grill. Maybe he had chose a too small of a town. Coming from such a big and quite dangerous city, this place just felt like a whole Mr. Roger's vibe. Yet it was kinda refreshing even though this large part of him wanted to run away screaming and find a city to have some fun in. He ignored that part of him cause it'd just get him into trouble. He doesn't need that at all, was he trying to be good? Him? Ha. Maybe he was trying to be a better person.

After a while of living on street corners and being old disgusting men's girlfriends...it just wasn't a flattering life to want to go back to. Yet what was he gonna do here? He had no money...well a little but that was running low. No parents? Oh he just killed his dad and abandoned his mom. He felt more bad about the latter, should he feel bad about taking a life? Even if it was a life that deserved it. Maybe. He sighed to himself thinking that he was stupid to run, maybe he should had stayed. Got his mom to tell him what the hell was going on with him.

Was he cursed? Was he evil? Was he even human? He have seen a lot of things over this last years, some things he couldn't believe and some that just horrified him. Yet excited him at the same time. Yes he's horrible. Such a horrible person. He shook his head at himself stuffing his hands into his jacket as he squinted his eyes at the towners. He looked on a little distrustful yet shrugged a moment before pushing forward moving to the bar and taking a seat.

He wondered if he could make someone do something on his own. He wanted to try it yet another part was just scared. If he embraced this thing, he couldn't see any good coming from it. If he ignored it then maybe it would just go away.

[claire]

Claire slammed the door of her BMW and walked towards the Mystic Grill. Her parents may have thought this place would be better for her but they were very, very wrong. Claire hated Mystic Falls and she hated how her parents had just up and decided to ship her off without even asking her first. They didn’t give a damn about her and they sure as hell didn’t give a damn when Michael’s body had turned up on the west coast. They had shut her out when her brother had died and when Claire started to act out they shipped her off like a problem that just wasn’t worth their precious time.

Claire had been late to school that day – much to Mr. Shay’s dismay – and she had skipped her third and fourth period classes. She had gone home to get stoned before taking a spin around the town for a few hours. She wasn’t in the mood to go home since she had gotten a new speeding ticket and knew very well her aunt and uncle would not be please. So Claire found her way to Mystic Falls town hang out for a drink and a little “harmless” flirting.

She made her way into the bar, her heels clicking loudly, and her head held high. There were a heads that turned as she entered the bar and a few whispers between friends. There was nowhere in the United States of America that her parents could have sent her where she wouldn’t be known. Tabloids had followed Claire her entire lift. There was nowhere to hide when you were the daughter of a famous French model and a U.S. Senator… though it might have been nice to start over in a town where no one knew your name.

As she walked up to the bar, the young bartender walked away from the woman who was talking to him and walked over to Claire. “Is there anything I can get for you?” He asked attentively as she sat down. “Sangria, please…” She smiled brightly. “I.D.?” The man asked. ”Oh… ummm… I think I forgot it in my car do you think you can let it go?” Claire bit down on her lip flirtatiously, twirling her hair around her finger, “Just this once?”

The man hesitated before smiling back at her, “Sure thing, Miss Ackerman.” That was easier than I thought, Claire though to herself as the bartender walked away to get her drink. By the looks of things being underage would be a piece of cake in this city.

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[lucasjonsson]

Let's make this fleeting moment last forever

Come on make me feel ALIVE !

Watching the blond that he had seen earlier in his first class, he watched her with interest. He glanced around a moment seeing the looks that she was getting how they just seemed to know her. Or know of her. Should he know who she was? OF course not everyone grew up with his parents, with his religious freak of a father who believed that television was evil and corrupted your soul. So no he doesn't know who she was of who her parents were. Goody for him?

He scratched at the back of his neck a little as he watched the pretty blond. So he was gay yet he doesn't really classified himself as such, he guessed that he doesn't like care. Girl...guys? They were all the same to him. God he was so fucked up. He moved finally after a moment of watching her and looking quite impressed with her work on the bartender. And he thought he was good, of course he could have he guy jumping in circles right not or impaling himself with a bottle on both ends.

Why did he find that humorous? What was happening to him? He rubbed a hand at his temple a little and he blinked away a small growing sign of a migraine, he slipped up beside her. He wasn't one for much talk yet here he was trying to start over in life. Try is the important word here. "Did flash him a bit of skin or what cause damn." He said as he got comfortable a little and he watched the bartender guy as he moved back. He was cute and didn't look too much over then them.

"Well I don't have a pair of knockers but mind doing the same for me? Or I could just have you fired for dishing our alcohol to an underage girl. Oh and make it free." He said as he smiled innocently toward the guy without a care and he seemed to think he was joking. The kid tsked and pulled out his cell and held it up as he pushed 411. " Yeah local sheriff office pl-" He doesn't have time to finish before the guy moved off to get that drink. "Aww that was no fun. Anyway. Claire right and you welcome for your free drink yet I have no doubt that you could have gotten it for free yourself or need to get anything free." He was quite a flatterer and gave her a quick sexy look with those bedroom blue eyes.

"You're new here to right. Is this boring dumb the only most interesting place around?"

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[claire]

Claire couldn’t help but laugh a little as the guy slipped into the seat next to her and began “working over” the bartender. She was a little disappointed that he had clearly scared the bartender away because the bartender had placed the drinks in front of them before making his way to the other end of the bar. Claire could appreciate the fact that, for the most part, it was difficult for men to get away with things like this. Living in the city of angels she had been accustom to schmoozing people in order to get what she wanted and sometimes it was all too easy.

Claire studied him over her glass as she sipped the sweet alcohol from the glass. He was cute, Claire noted and she wasn’t surprised that he knew her name but she didn’t recognize him at all. She had been far too distracted that morning by her hangover from the night before, and their young stud of a teacher to notice much else including the students in her class. If there was one thing in Mystic Falls Claire was starting like it was all of the really good looking men. Whatever was in the water in this town, it was definitely working.

She smiled at the flattering comment he made. He seemed like he was quite the charmer and so far he talked way too much… which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. “Well… thank you… for the free drink,” She said hoping he would insert his name at some point. She wasn’t planning on getting the drinks for free. Getting alcohol while she was underage was one thing but Claire was not about to walk away from the bar without paying for anything especially since she could more than afford it and she knew they would come out of the bartender’s salary if they didn’t. “I wouldn’t really call this place interesting…” Claire said aloud thoughtfully.

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[lucasjonsson]

Let's make this fleeting moment last forever

Come on make me feel ALIVE !

Lucas moved taking a drink of his beer now, well a gulp was more like it. He shook his head as groaned a he rubbed his temple quickly playing it off as he rubbed a hand through his hair. He looked to Claire and saw her looking kinda disappointed. Now she wasn't looking disappointed. He just knew she was, like he could maybe sense it. What was going on with him. He looked to the bartender and he smirked a little as he looked to her. "Jail." He said gesturing at the guy and then to Claire. "Meet Bait."

He took another drink not realizing that he had pretty much read her mind somewhat. Not like it was obvious though, the bartender was hot. He shrugged a moment to himself as he noticed that she was watching him. He placed his bottle down and cocked a brow at her. "Do I have somethin-ouch." He said as he knew once again, he just knew that she didn't remember him. Well he remembered her, he don't forget faces.

He shrugged a little to himself. "We have that freaky deaky class together this morning. You came in late...well later then me." He said as he gave another careless shrug. "Lucas." He finally said as he took another swig of his beer and he gave a little twist of his lips. "Welcome." He said as he looked around a little, he frowned a moment things starting to become more clearer around him as he witnessed one thought after the next.

It started to bombard his brain and he quickly moved a hand to his head holding it down. "Son of a-" He clenched his eyes shut and got up a little, turning looking around him a moment as it all just continued to assault him. He was getting a few locks now. He turned back to Claire not realizing she had spoken, responding to his words earlier. "Huh-ah! He doubled over a little holding his head as tears almost surfaced from the pain as his beer bottle just shattered taking Claire's with it.

And for a moment it seemed as if the whole bar kinda shook. "I-I gotta go." He quickly made a hasty exist getting out of the bar and leaning against the wall outside panting.

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