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[ANTARES JONATHON GREENE]

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tearing love apart,

antares wasn't much of a "all work, no play" kind of guy. he worked hard, sure, because otherwise he wouldn't even have this bartending job. but she loved to party. god, did the guy love to party. his life was filled with nothing but booze and babes. of course, he didn't really have to work if he didn't want to. his parents were more than willing to totally support him, because they were their only child and their miracle child. so they were more than willing to provide him a huge house to support his lifestyle. sure, antares came off as a dick most of the time. actually, he came off like a dick the majority of the time. but that didn't mean he wasn't human. there were a few girls he was friends with and didn't have sexual relations. there were a few girls he wouldn't dream of hitting on because he was so close with. and there was a girl he came onto whenever he knew she was fine with it, and he respected enough to not hump her and dump her like he did with most girls. that girl was averi silver. he worked with the red haired beauty, and she was feisty. god, was she feisty. just how antares likes them. feisty and flirty. they were mostly flirts, but they had hooked up in the past a few times. but antares wouldn't do it unless averi made the first move. sure, he was a total dick. but he knew that averi wasn't exactly like every other girl antares had in his life that he fucked. she had standards. she was independent and did things her own way. and he admired her for that. you didn't see that kind of strength in women often. so he respected her, and therefore would flirt with her, and would only let her make the first physical moves when it came to sex or making out. he wasn't a total asshole; he just loved sex. and his best friend tristam understood that. sure, they had their little spats where tristam would get pissed about how antares treated a girl and antares would get pissed about how tristam is so uptight and doesn't ever have fun. but they were still best friends, and antares wouldnt trade their friendship for all the money in the world. no one else understood how antares worked after he got his heart broken, but tristam did.

the only girl antares treats right is tristam's three year old daughter raelynne. antares loves that little girl with all his heart, and is much like a second father to her. he would really do just about anything to make sure those blue eyes sparkled and that precious little girl smiled. most of the time people would say no one could make antares whipped; and thought antares was whipped like he would be for an older woman, he was definitely whipped for this little girl. but that was pretty much the only girl he was willing to put up. more often than not, antares babysat tristam when trist needed some time to himself or see his other friends. he absolutely loved that little girl to death. and he wanted the little girl to have a motherly role in his life. that's why he got onto his best friend so much about dating. recently, a girl named ophelia had grown closer to trist. secretly, he was kind of hoping that trist would give her a chance. a smile appeared across his lips at the thought of his friend being happy. that was something antares hadn't seen in a long time; his good friend happy with a woman in his life that wasnt his daughter. it would be a nice change. he wiped out the shot glasses and grabbed a jack daniels bottle, tipping it back and feeling the whiskey burn his throat as it went down. he glanced over; averi was hard at work and quiet as always, finishing up cleaning up the tables. as always. come on, ave. have a couple drinks with me. don't be such a stiff. he chuckled, holding up some vodka in attempt to tempt her. she never really did drink with him at work. and that needed to change.

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[AVERI RYNN SILVER]

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[ANTARES JONATHON GREENE]

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tearing love apart,

antares was a dick. at least, that was how most people described him. he wasn't a big people person - and if he was, he preferred to hang with the girls rather than the guys. thought girls were completely complicated and got attached too quickly sometimes, guys were trouble too. if you put two dick heads with a quick temper in the same room, there is going to be a fight. and because of that, there were fights that broke out occasionally when two drunks decided that life wasn't amazing, and when one said something that apparently hit home with the other, they decided to go at it. it always ended up with antares breaking it up and having to escort one out, but that was mostly because of how big antares was. he wasn't a scrawny guy. he could bench more than three hundred, and on a good day, almost got close to four. but he never got to work out, and instead, did most of his working out with breaking up the occasional fight. sure, push ups every now and then he did when he had time, but otherwise, he worked most of the time. he had to. his parents didn't provide everything for him, but they provided quite a bit. they paid the rent to his large house, and he paid most of the bills - his parents occasionally paying for some of them. it wasn't because they hadn't showed him affection in the past. it was actually out of pure love and affection for the other half of their set of twins that caused them to do so. him and nathan were the pride of joy of their mother and father; the apples of their eye. they gave them everything they possibly could when growing up, and still did to an extent. now that they were fully grown they didn't provide money for their clothes, but still wanted them to have a rather lavish lifestyle and decided that giving them cars and homes for their birthday was better than money. mostly with antares, anyways. they knew of his past about dabbling in drugs such as cocaine, weed, all that. he had gone through a rough time - a time he never wanted to elaborate on unless he had to - and was still recovering a bit from the drugs. he wasn't a bit proud of his past, but not everyone had the perfect past. and if they did, it was more than likely that their life in the present was a living hell. it was just how karma worked, apparently. you either have a bad past and a good future, or a good past and a bad future. there was neither bad and bad or good and good. it just didn't work out that way.

antares would be the first to admit that he was bad about using girls. but after you get dumped on your ass time and time again when you're trying to show love and affection to someone when you're dating them, you don't exactly want to put yourself through that. so he vowed to be absolutely done with dating about three years ago, and so far, had done a pretty damn good job of doing so. he only had flings, one night stands, be buddies - the likes. but recently, he had started choosing one particular person over everyone else. he wasn't sure why he did it, but he did. and he never gave much thought about it when he did it either. and that person was averi. she was a red head - stunning, nonetheless. but he wasn't about to get attached. antares didn't do 'attached'. he did 'friends with benefits' or 'no strings attached'. sure, he'd like to settle down eventually, but he was only twenty four. he was still young, and while his best friend had a daughter and a girlfriend he hadn't confessed to loving yet, antares wasn't ready for that. for any of it. the settled life scared him to be honest. kids. marriage. his biggest problem was sharing. he hated sharing. sure, he shared his women, if you really gave it thought. but that meant nothing to him, so he could care less. it was the little things. his car. his money. he didn't trust anyone, not even his best friend tristam, with his car. it was his baby. his pride and joy. every man had a favorite car, whether it be an old one or one they currently had. and that two thousand and eleven black gt mustang was his favorite thing in the entire world. other than beer and women. that was a car he just wasn't willing to share - ever. it was a birthday present from his mom, so that made it mean that much more. he grinned a little when averi turned him down for drinks. she was such a prude sometimes. she hardly ever drank with him during work, mostly out of fear of being 'fired'. oh come on. just try this mix, please? i don't have no dumb blonde outside waiting on me. and it's not like you're gonna get fired. the boss likes you too much. fucking sexiest douche. he muttered the last sentence under his breath. the boss didn't exactly like antares, but he gave him the job anyways because he was good. ant hated when people thought they were better than him, just because he bar tended. and the boss was just like that. which made antares hate him that much more. try it, just a sip.

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[AVERI RYNN SILVER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. working with antares was somewhat of a pleasure for the most part. he was extremely easy on the eyes and even easier to talk to. they had actually became pretty good friends, well enough that she would allow anyways. averi didn't get close to many people. in fact, she really didn't have that many close friends. averi didn't trust many people because of her past. things weren't that great and she had been worse right after her mother died. no one knew that dark averi. no one saw how horrible she had become. everyone that met her now thought she was odd, but right after her mothers death, she stopped taking her meds for her ADHD and started taking harder drugs. ones the would laid you in jail if you had them on your person. and it wasn't just the wimpy drug called pot. over that year, it got worse and worse. she never saw her friends, never did anything much but get high or mellow out with the drug of choice. it was usually everything and anything she could find. she had some great connections too. it was amazing what you could do if you slept with your drug supplier. averi wasn't particularly proud of herself then. but it was something she was going through. all her money went to drugs. she had no family to intervene, no one to really tell her what she was doing wrong and that she needed to stop because it wasn't helping her situation. and she knew, deep down, it hadn't helped. because the pain was still there. the hurt. the mistrust. she had no one now, she was alone. finally, friends that knew her, and had to put a stop to it. they drove her to rehab, and finally she got sober. she had been sober for about two years now. they only thing she does now is drink and its in moderation. looking back, she knew that nothing like that would even take her pain away. so she buried it and moved on. getting laid by guys you view as worthy and then throwing them away was just a defense mechanism. because on one ever stayed and she wasn't about to relive that kind of hurt again. so having sex with antares was nothing, or started out as nothing. it quickly got out of control when averi started noticing that they would do it over and over again. she found herself wanting to be around him more and more. what had finally stopped her and made her look at the whole picture was when she had been over at his house and he decided to let her sleep in his bed when staying the night. and at first it had been alright. but then it got to the point where she felt it was more a relationship type thing and she freaked out. then she realized that she might be liking him more than she should. she had to nip it in the bud before things escalated before things got out of her control. so whenever he wanted to hang out after work or even on other days, she made excuses because she didn't want to have to deal with telling him the truth. or even coming to terms with the truth herself. it was much better when she just liked having sex with him. she looked over at him when he protested. it wasn't like she was allowed to drink the alcohol anyways. the bartenders got away with it because they worked with it, but the waitresses couldn't. her blue eyes watched him as he said please. his puppy eyes seemed to always get him what he wanted, especially with the girls. and she hated it because she was no different. but she was going to hold out as long as possible until she was done cleaning and she could leave him to go to her empty house with sam, her dog. that was safer than staying here with him, getting drunk and going home with him to have sex again. not that she didn't want him because if she could have it her way, she might have let him take her right where he was on the bar. images popped into her head and it began to get super hot. she shifted uneasily and tried to think of something else, to no avail. her blue eyes looked back up at him, wondering if he ever thought about doing that to her. she was one sick girl. truly. he asked again. just a sip. yeah, just a sip that will go into a drink , then two and three and then she'll be throwing herself at him like an idiot. she knew he didn't think of her that way and she couldn't help but to feel jealous every time he went home with another chick. he wasn't hers to be jealous over, but some part of her seemed to think he was. which was why she had to stop him before it got to the point where she was acting crazy. because apparently liking someone could do that to you. she ignored him, turning back to cleaning her table. she was going to finish and that would be it. but, when looking around, she realized that she had just finished the last table and now she had nothing to do but go over to the bar to put her cleaning supplies away and get her stuff. which meant heading right to antares. she sighed, knowing that she was now fighting a loosing battle. turning, she walked straight to the bar, sitting the cleaner down and sitting on a bar stool. hopefully with the bar between them, she wouldn't feel the need to jump him. but she had done crazier things before... fine. one sip. she gave in. she didn't believe that the boss was sexiest. but she let him have his little spill. well, maybe it was the brunette... or a redhead with the last suggestion one of her eyebrows arched. there weren't many redheads and she felt a little protective over that. she hoped that she was the only redhead in his life, but she kind of doubted that. jealously was an ugly trait, was it not? she would never him in on that though. no one would know what she truly felt about their situation. she took the glass, and swallowed the contents. it was pretty good. damn him. she thought. 1,076 words, notes: heh. feisty averi it is.

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[ANTARES JONATHON GREENE]

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tearing love apart,

drugs were an ugly thing. whether you were involved in them yourself or you knew someone who was, it wasn't a pretty sight. antares knew first hand what being on drugs was like. it was a few years after someone very close to him passed that antares finally got clean. he did the hardest drugs out there. when raelynne came into his life, that was his reason to get clean. he didn't want his best friend's daughter growing up, seeing someone like that. his father had been a meth head, and it wasn't a great site to see growing up. so antares got clean for raelynne, and turned to extreme work outs as his release method. that was his main reason for being so buff. it wasn't to impress anyone - especially not the girls. it was his outlet. if he was upset or pissed, he focused it on his work outs. he benched almost three twenty five; which was relatively low for what he normally benched. but he wasn't stressing or having any bad emotions, so he wasn't going to push himself like he normally did most days in the past year. and alcohol helped too. it blocked out the pain and the weight the world put on his shoulders. and it made him forget of how much a let down he was to his mother.

his twin brother, nathan, was already married and settled down with two kids. now she was pushing antares - the older of the set of twins - to get married and settle down. but he wasn't ready for that. first of all, because he was a dick and he knew it. he was selfish and sharing wasn't something he wanted to do. he saw the way tristam had to give up a lot of his time to accommidate for raelynne. and he just wasn't ready to do that. even though he was a relatively good uncle to raelynne, gave her anything she wanted when she wanted it, that was the only girl he was willing to share things with. raelynne was the only female, besides his mother, that he had ever treated right. he had seen how nathan had been hurt time after time for being that sweet charmer, and yet girls used him and abused his heart. he saw the way tristam was heartbroken when his ex left. and antares didn't want to feel that pain. so he kept putting it off, changing the subject when his mother brought it up. he wasn't ready to admit that he was afraid to love. that he was afraid to get hurt. because in the world antares lived in, he was superman, and not even kryptonite scared him.

he smirked when he finally gave in, and set the drink down for her to take when she finally walked over. maybe it was the brunette... or a redhead the girl infront of him said, arching her brow. he knew she was testing him, waiting for him to finally cave in and admit that he had a few girls lined up, waiting for a call when he wanted them. he chuckled and shook his head, clicking his tongue a couple times. no brunette. and the only red head i want is the one right in front of me. he smirked, giving her a wink before fixing himself a shot, tipping the glass back and downing it in one swallow, feeling the whiskey burn his throat. he didn't have anyone waiting for him. not tonight. unless averi was waiting for him to take her where he stood; which he gladly would. and then you could count that was one person waiting.

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[AVERI RYNN SILVER]

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tearing love apart,

averi was unlike anyone antares had met. not only was it because she was a redhead - gingers usually weren't his type - but it was also because she interested him. it was like there was this air of mystery that surrounded her. like she had something to hide. but maybe it was also the fact that she didn't throw herself at him. though feisty, flirty, and sexy as hell - she was reserved. she made antares work for the sex. and that was what he loved the most. the challenge. damn, did that boy love a good challenge. and averi silver - she was a challenge. more one than you would believe. sure, she'd slept with him before. but now, she was starting to become more distant. like she was pushing him away. like she wasn't interested in him anymore. oh no. no no. there was no way in hell averi was losing interest in him. he was charming, smooth, sexy, quite the ladies man, and was amazing in bed. no one could possibly lose interest in him. it seemed he always had to strike up a conversation first. which he hated, because there wasn't much to say. not that he was willing to anyways. antares knew that deep down, he was developing some feelings for the redhead. but lucky for him, he was good at hiding it. and good at pushing them back too. there was no way antares was willing to get emotions involved. emotions made everything too damn complicated. and antares didn't do complicated.

when averi said he didn't want her, he raised an eyebrow and gave her a curious look. what's gotten into her? when she walked around to get her stuff, he smoothly wrapped his arms around her and smiled genuinely. i'm pretty sure that if i didn't want you, i wouldn't have said it. of course i want you. why would you think otherwise? he asked, completely unaware that at any given moment, she could take what he said the wrong way and think he meant a relationship. he slid his hands up her side, moving her hair as he kissed her neck softly. though they'd only slept together a few times, he knew how to touch her. he knew enough that would get her to cave. and that's all he needed to know, really. sure, averi was a good friend. but antares wasn't interested in getting to know her in the relationship aspect. at this point, he just wanted a friends with benefits sort of thing. yes, he'd be there for her if she needed him to. but he just wanted something simple for now. he kissed her neck, sliding his hands over her body. she'd cave eventually. he knew it.

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[AVERI RYNN SILVER]

Aug 4, 2011 11:59:21 GMT -5 AVERI RYNN SILVER said:

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;] hi » FIRE IT UP. She wasn’t sure why she even bothered trying to push him a way when he was always trying to worm himself back in. averi couldn’t fully walk a way from him because she worked with Antares, but she could ignore him as much as she possible could. And she was doing an excellent job of it that evening. Some nights she could easily get past him without him affecting her, and then others, like the last time they had sex, it was impossible. Tonight, it seemed to be going fairly good. She had had stayed away from his touch and away from the liquor - for the most part. Averi had pushed herself away from him, not because she was bored with him, or uninterested, but because she was becoming way too interested in him. It was her natural reaction to anything foreign or vague to her. She pushed away friends and lovers when she felt herself getting to close. And Antares, he was getting a little too close for her comfort. There also was the problem of her not trusting any guys, especially guys like Antares, who thought he was God’s gift to women. He played and used girls – was using her. But in the beginning, she had been using him as well, until they became more friendly. She hadn’t opened up to him, thank god, but she was still vulnerable. And she didn’t want to be vulnerable, especially to a guy like Antares who treated woman like they were disposable. Antares didn’t want her. He didn’t want anyone as messed up as she was. He only wanted to have sex with her and be done with her. That was it. She sighed, knowing she had probably opened up something she couldn’t come back from. And when she felt his arm wrap smoothing around her, she knew she was in trouble. She rolled her eyes in response. Of course she thought that he only meant for sex, but a part of her couldn’t shake that he might have meant something more. Like he picked up on her feelings for him and he was giving them back to her. Averi pushed her thoughts away as she felt his hands slide up her side and moved her soft, curly red hair. she took in a deep breath and sighed inwardly, closing her eyes, as she felt his lips against her neck. Damn him. Why was he doing this to her? She tried to push him away, but she found all her strength was draining away from her, or maybe it was her will. With her hands pressed against his chest, she bit her lip, trying to work up her strength to move away from him. She was trying to talk herself away from anything she might regret later, like taking his actions further. She breathed outward, letting out air that she didn’t know she had been holding. Antares… she trailed off, finally pushing herself away from him. Averi looked up at him briefly, before adverting her eyes. If she was going to stay strong, she’d have to not look at his face and stay away from his intoxicating touch. He had this look he could give her, and she would give in. It was something with those eyes she couldn’t get away from. Get a hold of yourself. She looked at the bar instead of his eyes. I’m done with my stuff. I’ll wait out in the kitchen until you’re finished. She finally looked up at him, her blue eyes unyielding. She wasn’t about to show him any signs of any emotions she was feeling. She had become a master of masking her feelings and emotions. It just that Antares seemed to know what to do and what to say to get her to come undone. She figured the least amount of time she spent with him, the less likely she’d feel like she wanted more from him then just simple sex. And she couldn’t lie, the sex was amazing. She just didn’t know if was worth her heart. 678 words, notes: heh. feisty averi it is.

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