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Kieran Hill
 Posted: Apr 4 2018, 08:36 AM
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It was the end of what felt like the longest week ever and he needed a drink. A large one. Actually, more than one. He was already on his second glass of wine. And so what? He could do what he wanted. He'd been single for all of a week and he was done moping around at home, replaying everything in his mind and trying to pinpoint what it was he'd done wrong exactly. But sometimes things just didn't work out and the sooner he accepted that the sooner he could move on. And he wasn't going to waste time.

He was hurt. Upset. Bitter. So many emotions that he couldn't quite understand. He was used to being the heartbreaker, so when the tables had turned and Zoe had let him down gently, he really had no idea how to cope or what to do with himself. After all these years he felt like he'd finally gotten his comeuppance and it was his turn to find out what it was like to have his heart broken. It well and truly sucked. And it was the first time in a long time he hated living here. The thought of having to run into any of Zoe's friends or family made him cringe right now. Small towns were all well and good until you realised there was nowhere to run or hide.

He had tried to keep himself busy all week, work was always a good distraction and when he wasn't working he had a two year old to tend to. With Grace at his mother's house for the night, this was really the first chance he'd had all week to unwind. So he went to one of his favourite bars on Main Street, one he knew wouldn't be overly busy. He sat at the bar, his glass of wine in front of him as he fumbled with his phone looking for the app he knew he'd deleted ages ago because he thought he was above online dating. Tinder. He'd set up a profile a few years back and never got further than messaging someone. Well now apparently the dating game had changed. You no longer met people in person and asked them to go on a date with you - how terribly old fashioned that was! He needed to get with the times. Who cared that he'd just come out of a seven month relationship a week ago, he'd always been a rebounder. It was just how he coped. Whilst he'd never admit it to himself he knew it was because he just needed to feel wanted. He took a large sip of his wine and then looked over his shoulder before looking back at the app on his phone again, as if he were embarrassed to be seen on such a site.

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Anya Graves
 Posted: Apr 5 2018, 11:11 AM
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It has been a bit of a busy week for Miss Anya. The weather was starting to get warmer; so more and more people were calling to set up appointments and what not. People were wanting to get tattoos done or covered up. Anya wasn't surprised by it. In fact, she was feeling a bit eager for things to pick up at work. And then, while on her lunch break...she noticed that she had a number of missed calls. From both her father and her brother Jacob. Her first thought was something might've happened with her grandmother, so she called Jacob back. "Hey Jacob. What's up? Did something happen with Grandma?" she had asked when he picked up the phone. "No, no, no. She's completely fine, Anya. It's something else.." he replied, his voice trailing off (as if nervous to continue talking). A moment came and went. When he didn't continue, Anya said "What is it, Jacob?" He heaved a little sigh. "Tell me what's going on." Her voice grew a little bit firm, while her heart started pounding inside her chest.

If it wasn't about their grandmother, then what was it about? She was about to ask him once more, when Jacob spoke up and said "Ben called Dad's house this morning." Everything around her suddenly felt numb. Since he got out of jail, Anya hadn't seen or heard from him. He had left Lochland and never looked back. She thought he gave up on trying to get her back and has moved on with his life. Anya apparently thought wrong. Jacob went on tell Anya that Ben called to talk to her. Their father told him to never call again and refused to give out her cell number when he asked for it. Her heart continued to pound inside her chest. As soon as she got out of work, Anya made a beeline to the police. They needed to be aware of the situation, in case anything were to escalate..

Once that was done and she got back into her car, Anya was needing a drink. She didn't want to go home quite yet. Anya knew that the moment she got there, she wasn't going to be left alone. She wasn't helpless like the last time she encountered Ben, but that wasn't going to stop Jacob from wanting to protect her like he did before.

She made her way to Main Street and when she found a bar that didn't look too busy; Anya parked her car and headed inside shortly after. She took a deep breath when she stepped inside the bar. A quick glance around the room assured her that Ben was nowhere to be seen. After a moment, Anya headed up towards the bar. There was an open seat next to a man with a glass of wine, so she took it. As soon as the bartender wandered over to her, Anya slid over her I.D. (she knew she was going to be asked for it anyway) and said "I'd like a Knob Creek, neat." With a nod of the head, the bartender checked her I.D. and then wandered off to fill her order.

Anya doesn't tend to order whiskey, unless something was bothering her. The possibility of her ex-boyfriend coming back into her life is definitely something that would bother her...

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Kieran Hill
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As if he hadn't had enough on his mind lately, now he was just totally overwhelmed with everything. It was funny how your life could change in the space of a few days. He thought he'd had it all despite getting the impression from the beginning that it was just all too good to be true. He knew he'd never deserved Zoe. So why hadn't he just trusted his gut feeling? Because when he saw something he wanted he wouldn't stop until he got it. Maybe it had just been the thrill of the chase more than anything. In reality it had been a relationship that just wasn't going to last in the long run. But why should he have been so surprised? None of his relationships had lasted. Obviously, or he wouldn't be sat here alone looking like a right loser on a dating app.

Talking of which he had no idea how to even use this app. And he was usually great with technology, always the first to have the latest gadget. But online dating wasn't something he'd ever seriously ventured into. He really didn't want to have to go down that road. Besides, he wasn't exactly looking for a girlfriend. Or a relationship. He didn't know what he wanted right now. A casual hookup? Friends with benefits? That had always been more his style, clearly he made a shitty boyfriend anyway. He certainly didn't plan on getting emotionally involved with anyone anytime soon.

Sensing someone sit down beside him, he pressed the home screen on his iPhone, not wanting to be seen on Tinder because he thought it made him look a bit desperate. He sighed and left his phone in front of him, turning to look at the latest arrival to the bar, a very pretty woman in fact. Well hello, beauty. Maybe this night would get better after all. A smirk pulled at the corners of his lips as he watched her order a drink. Whiskey. Even he hadn't gone for something that strong. "Let me guess, you had a rough week too?" he asked, blue eyes studying the female that had appeared beside him. He wasn't usually one for small talk, but throw a beautiful woman into the equation and suddenly he didn't have a problem making conversation.

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Anya Graves
 Posted: May 12 2018, 07:48 PM
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Out of the corner of her eye, Anya could see the man close something on his phone as she sat down. She didn't pry any further than that. It wasn't her business, after all. That wasn't her main focus, of course. She had other things on her mind. But now that she's sitting next to him, Anya couldn't help but to notice that he was attractive.

She would have to be pretty blind not to notice that..

As she ordered up her round of whiskey; Anya could feel the man's eyes upon her. She softly took a deep breath. She can only imagine what was going on inside his head. Some guys would raise an eyebrow at her and probably wonder if she could handle the burn of the whiskey, acting as if women are unable to do so. Anya would have to smirk and then drink the whiskey straight, watching their reactions as she savors it. She has her different moods, ranging from mixed drinks to straight liquor, and they can hit her at any time. She wasn't a full-blown girly girl. She never was. She doesn't really mind the dirt that gets under her fingernails and can handle her whiskey like a champ. If anyone wants to hate on that fact, then they can screw off!

The man's voice drew her attention. "Let me guess, you had a rough week too?" Anya cracked a little smile at the man's words. He did guess right, if you want to get technical. The week just didn't start off that way..

"You can say that." she began. There was a brief pause. The bartender had returned with her whiskey. She thanked him, before sliding over her card. After taking a small sip, she looked back at the man. "It had started off long..now it's ending on a rough note.." she continued with a slight shrug of her shoulders. She suppressed the tingling urge to tear up. He probably didn't want to be dealing with that right now. Especially when he looks to be having it rough, too.

"What's made it rough for you?" Anya asked. She was a little bit curious to know what the man has gone through this week. Was it similar? Did someone he care about hurt him? Was it something she least expected?

A moment came and went, as she waited for a response..

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Kieran Hill
 Posted: May 14 2018, 07:03 AM
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Now that he'd noticed this woman ordering a whiskey, he couldn't help but feel like he needed something stronger than just a glass of wine. Maybe later. He just wasn't much of a drinker anymore and it was always in the back of his mind that his absent father had been an alcoholic. Kieran didn't even know him and he was terrified of becoming like him. He had self control when it came to alcohol and knew when to stop, but he was afraid that one day something might tip him over the edge and he'd start reaching for the bottle more often. Or maybe... he just wasn't like his father at all. As much as he doubted himself, he knew deep down that he was a good dad unlike him.

Just as he suspected, this woman had had a rough week too. Or at least it had somehow ended badly. "Sorry to hear that" he said, blue eyes fixed on her for a moment, he wondered what her story was. She did look somewhat upset, maybe a bit shaken up even. He brought his glass of wine to his lips again and took a sip before placing it in front of himself once more, sighing lightly when she asked what had made his week so rough. Normally he didn't want to talk about his problems, he kept everything to himself. But there was something about talking to a stranger that could sometimes feel like therapy. It was weird. Maybe because they couldn't judge. "I broke up with my girlfriend" he shrugged, running a hand over his jaw as he sighed again, shaking his head lightly. "No, actually, that's not what happened. She broke up with me" he blurted out as he corrected himself, not even sure why he was telling her this, she was a stranger and wouldn't care. But he was just pissed off. "I'm not bitter at all, as you can tell" he smirked slightly, truth was, he didn't blame Zoe for ending it. It was for the best. But he couldn't help the way he felt right now. He just had to remind himself that there were worse things that could have happened.

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Anya Graves
 Posted: Jun 2 2018, 08:16 PM
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Having a drink (with the intent of having another) isn't probably the best idea, but here she was. Anya had lost her mother to the bottle. She can remember holding her own mother's hair as she threw up in the toilet, when she should've been having fun with her friends. No kid should have to do that for their parent. Then, Anya's mother was gone. Should she have fought more for her mother's health? Should she have given her a reason to sober up? Perhaps, but she was just a teen..

"Sorry to hear that" The man's words broke the silence that had briefly fallen. His eyes, a lovely shade of blue, had looked upon her for a moment. What could he see? Soon enough, Anya turned the tables on him and asked what made his week rough. A few moments passed on by, as her mind started to brainstorm possibilities. He almost seemed the type to not have loose lips. He seemed like someone who didn't open up easily. Anya could relate to that. There are some things that she has the tendency to keep close, secrets that she wasn't ready to spill. "I broke up with my girlfriend" Anya's lips may have parted slightly. It seemed like he really cared for the girl, in spite of how things had ended between them. Her eyes seemed to watch as the man ran a hand over his jaw. "No, actually, that's not what happened. She broke up with me" the man soon blurted out.

Ahh, she thought to herself. She took a sip of her whiskey, savoring the slight burn as it hit her lips. After a couple of more sips, she would need a refill.

Perhaps she'll play it smart and ask for water alongside..

Soon enough, the man added "I'm not bitter at all, as you can tell" Anya gave a slight nod of her head, taking in his words. She noticed his light smirk. It wasn't a full-on smirk. He may not be bitter about the break-up, but he still got hurt. "Yeah, but it still hurt, didn't it?" she asked in response. A moment or two came and went, before Anya continued to speak. "You cared about her. A lot, perhaps. So whether or not it was for the best, the break-up still hurt you on some level." she added. She can remember when she had to break it off with Ben. Even though it was the right decision, it still hurt her a bit because she had cared about him. He was her first boyfriend. She thought it might've been love, but it was perhaps the thrill from rebellion that drew her to him.

Much like the ill-fated moth to the oh-so-tempting flame..

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Kieran Hill
 Posted: Jun 16 2018, 07:10 AM
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It had only been a week so obviously his head was still all over the place. Usually he was the one to end things when it came to relationships and dating, so now it felt like the tables had been turned. Maybe it was karma. What goes around comes around. Or perhaps it was just bad luck and he and Zoe just weren't meant to be. He wasn't sure he really believed in fate or even that things happened for a reason, but he'd like to think things would all turn out okay in the end. Perhaps he should start taking a more positive approach to life, if not for himself then for his daughter.

He nodded his head as she spoke, he wasn't exactly going to go into great detail over what had happened because he was still a very private person and didn't want people knowing his business. Also, because Lochland was a small town and for all he knew she could actually be friends with Zoe already or at least have mutual friends. Nothing about this town would surprise him anymore. It was hard to stay under the radar. "Of course it did" he said softly, taking a sip from his wine. Some people might think he was a bit cold hearted at times, but underneath it all he maybe cared too much when it came to the people he was closest to. "I mean... seven months is quite a long time to be with someone. For me anyway" he smirked slightly, to be fair he'd been a in a five year long relationship once upon a time. And in his opinion he should have ended that much sooner than he had. It would have caused his girlfriend at the time a lot less upset and stress. "Better it happened now than seven years down the line I guess" he guessed, because it would undoubtedly hurt more then when you'd built a life together. "It sucks... but I'll live" he smiled, noticing now that she'd nearly finished her drink already. "Can I get you another drink?" he asked, he probably shouldn't be encouraging drinking, but she was his company right now and maybe there was something she wanted to talk about too.

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Anya Graves
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Anya could almost see her words getting through to the man. She had noticed his nod as she spoke. He can relate to what she was saying. "Of course it did" the man said, as he took a sip of his wine. It was Anya's turn to nod as he spoke. "I mean... seven months is quite a long time to be with someone. For me anyway" Anya nodded her head once more.

She didn't expect the man to give her all the details. And why should he, anyway?

Despite living in a small town, they had just met one another. News and gossip tends to buzz around the place, no matter how much one tries to keep it under wraps. People in small towns have the tendency to be nosy. So, she wouldn't blame the man for wanting to keep some things private. Anya wasn't the type to gossip, but he doesn't know that. "Better it happened now than seven years down the line I guess" he had added. "True." Anya commented simply. After that much time spent with someone, it would be hard to pick up the pieces. You perhaps wouldn't know what to do with yourself. "It sucks... but I'll live" A moment passed, as Anya nodded her head. Break-ups suck, but it's not the end of the world. Life still moves on, even if your relationship has ended. The man seemed to have noticed that she was nearly done with her drink. "Can I get you another drink?" Anya briefly glanced at her glass, then back at him. A half-smile played at her lips. "Sure." she answered.

When the bartender came back around to check in on them, drinks were ordered and Anya made sure to get water with her whiskey. As much as she's bothered by the fact that Ben's trying to come back into her life, Anya needs to be smart about her drinking. The man didn't come here to deal with a girl sitting next to him and getting herself drunk like a skunk. He came here to unwind from his long week..much like she did..

Speaking of which, it's perhaps her turn to tell the man about her week and what's made it rough. Question is, how to shift things into that topic of conversation? Should she just come out and say it? Would that be the best move here? I mean, how to tell someone that your ex-boyfriend had called your dad earlier today (wanting to talk to you) and now you're worrying about what he wants from you? That's a bit of a mouthful to spill out to a stranger, you know?

A moment came and went, as she debated about how to start things off. Soon enough, Anya came to the conclusion of starting off with something she should've done when she sat next to him. She was starting with her name.

"I'm Anya, by the way." she said, looking over at him.

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Kieran Hill
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It could be so easy to just start ranting and raving about everything that had gone wrong in his life lately. It felt like one thing after another this year so far. But no matter how tempting it was to get everything off his chest, he just wasn't that kind of person. He never had been, he didn't see him changing his ways anytime soon. No. He was the type that just kept everything bottled up inside. Why should be burden other people with his troubles? That wasn't fair. Sure, keeping everything to himself wasn't exactly the best solution either, but it was what he'd always done.

So he was glad when the woman didn't question him any further. He'd said what needed to be said and that was that. Though sometimes it really did feel easier to talk to a stranger. It was better than therapy wasn't it? Not that he'd ever seen a therapist. Lord knows, for the amount of issues he had he probably needed to see one, but that was something that would never happen. Ever.

He downed the rest of his glass of wine, which to be fair was only a few more mouthfuls anyway. Then he ordered the same as her. Just one more drink then he'd be gone. Otherwise he'd just get carried away and he'd rather not be hungover tomorrow. He nodded his head as she introduced herself as Anya. "Kieran" he said simply, bringing the glass of whiskey to his lips, wincing slightly as the alcohol burned his throat. Then he stayed quiet for a while. Not really feeling the need to say something just for the sake of it. He'd always hated small talk. Though it was slightly easier once he had a bit of alcohol in his system. "So. What made your week so shit?" he asked eventually, resting his gaze on her again as his fingers tapped against the edge of his glass.

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