Spilled Drinks [Open]

[Morgan Emrys]

To be honest, it was the name that drew him here. Morgan wasn't into the party life, but he had decided to thrust himself out into some social life. He felt like he would become recluse if he didn't. It wasn't that he didn't like people, he just didn't like loud sounds. Simple enough right? Obviously it wasn't to any former friend, but for now Morgan was here and that was all. He tugged on his grey jumper nervously, and jolted when the bartender call out his name. He turned to the woman, a blush heavy on his cheeks, "T-thanks." He didn't fancy flirting tonight, just a little friendly conversation. He stepped through the crowd, the Lemon Lime Bitters balanced carefully in his hands as he bypassed all the dancing groups and loners.

He bit his lip as a man went twirling passed him and bumped into his drink. Morgan barely had time to gasp as the top part of the drink was spilled down his shirt. With an angry pout at the man's rudeness, as he hadn't even apologised, the blue eyed man headed straight for the bathroom to at least salvage the sticky, wet shirt. His thoughts still focused on the drunken man, he didn't see the person right in front of him. He slammed right into them, his drink slipping out of his hands and splashing over the other person's shirt and pants. Morgan's jaw unhinged, and he began to apologise profusely, "I am so sorry! I didn't mean to use my drink as a weapon?" He squeaked.

[Amy Annalysia Peroni]

Amy had been bustling around the floor, clearing up all the empty glasses so she could clean them and not have to worry about bustling around at the end of the night. With a tray full of empty glasses, with all objects of accessories and garnish, someone crashed straight into her, sending the tray of glasses all over the floor. Lucky for her, they were plastic. Unlucky for her, she was covered in bitters, lime cordial and lemonade. Recipe for a sticky situation.



She shook her hands and tried to wipe herself down, but her luck was definitely non-existant at this moment in time. She tried to stop the man from apologising, but it didn't seem to be any use, as he probably didn't even notice her hand waving two inches from his face, her perfectly manicured fingers, glinting in the club's limelights.



"Honestly, it's fine, I have another outfit that I can change into, so honestly, it's not a problem," she said with a grin, that was honed to perfection after so many years of putting on a fake smile for different people, but she had to notice that this smile wasn't fake, that she had found some form of hilariousness from the man's apology.



I'll go and change and then I'll get you a new drink, free of charge, okay?" She asked as she made her way towards the locker rooms away from the dance floor and the public eye. She opened up her own locker and pulled out a tight-fitting black dress and closed the stall door behind her so she could change in piece.



She came back out into the bar, feeling a lot less sticky and started to make another bitters for the man that had crashed into her. When she had finished, she placed the drink on the top of the bar and smiled politely.



"There you go, free of charge,"



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[Morgan Emrys]

With Morgan's luck, the woman didn't seem to be too upset. His shoulders relaxed and he gave her a pitiful smile, "I'm glad you can, but still, I am very sorry." When she offered to make another drink, free of charge, he blinked and opened his mouth the protest. Before he could amount a reasonable excuse, she was off to go change. The blue eyed man shook his head in confusion and glanced down at his sopping wet shirt.

He shrugged off his disgruntlement and headed to the bar, wondering in the generosity of the woman's offer. Not only had she forgiven him for the spilt drink, he was getting a new one. He almost side stepped into a tall man on his way, apologising for the third time that night. Morgan hurried to the bar stools and sat down quickly, wanting to avoid any more catastrophes for the night.

With mild curiousity, watched as the bartender entered the bar and began to make his drink. It wasn't particularly interesting, but Morgan was intrigued any way. As she delivered the drink, he gave her a sweet smile, "Thanks ma'am. I'm Morgan, by the way. Morgan Emyrs. I just moved here."

[Amy Annalysia Peroni]

Amy had smiled back in response to the sweet smile the man gave, which had quickly been followed by an introduction. "First of all, it's nice to meet you Morgan, but don't call me ma'am," she laughed as she turned around and grabbed a bottle of her finest whiskey and poured herself a glass.

"Second of all, I'm Amy, Amy Peroni," she held out her hand and waited for him to shake. "You know, that sort of explains why I haven't seen you around before. What do you do for a living Morgan?" She asked as she tipped the whiskey back down her throat.

The one thing she loved, was her whiskey, especially when her boss let her drink on the job.

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[Morgan Emrys]

He gave her a cheeky grin as she told him off for calling her ma'am, and gave an even brighter smile as she introduced herself. At her question he shrugged, "Well, Amy Peroni, I work at the high school, as a Guidance Councillor. Just had my first day at school yesterday. I used to be an Elementary teacher, but I thought that I should step up my game and head for the high school. My friend, who coincidentally saved my life, was a Guidance Councillor and he loved the job, so I thought it would be good for me."

He shifted a little, taking a sip of the sweet drink and letting it slide down his throat. The stickiness of the spilled drink was starting to get to the man, so he rolled up his sleeves. He usually avoided showing people his scars, but the material was rubbing on the old wounds and irritating them. The scars weren't vivid on his skin, as he was very pale to begin with, but one of them was still a pink colour. He had come to terms with the act they would never heal properly, so it didn't bother him much anymore.