Javier Rivera

“Pretty sure I’m going to need at least five more rounds after all of that.” She turned her attention to the stranger with a teasing raise of her brow. “You up for the challenge?”

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A brow rose at the woman’s words as his gaze fell upon her, amusement twitching against his features as he nodded to the bartender for more shots before lowering his gaze back to Jordyn. “Amor, I’m always up for a challenge,” Matteo countered. “Are you sure you can handle it, is the real question?”

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Alcohol, it turned out, had more of an effect on her than she’d anticipated, and the smile she shot at the stranger was bright and glassy-eyed.  “I would love another.  Maybe one of those blueberry beers?  They’re very yummy,” Hazel giggled softly.

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Amusement flooded the male’s features as he glanced down at the woman, his gaze returning to the bartender as he nodded. “You heard the lady,” Matteo mused. “Another one of those blueberry beers.” His attention soon returned to the female beside him, amusement twitching at his lips. “You’re tipsy,” he taunted. “I can see it in your eyes. How many of those yummy beers have you had exactly?”

“I am, aren’t I?” she chimed confidently, before grinning at Matteo as she leaned herself back against the bar once again. “Something like that, my dad always had em and he used to take me and my sister out.” With a playful raise of her brow she teased, “poor guy wanted sons, but he had to work with what he got.” 

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“And intriguing to say the least,” Matteo chuckled, gaze following her movements as she leaned back against the bar. “What a shame. For him of course. Not for me. Maybe I could take you for a ride some time. On the bike, before ya go getting in ideas about what I’m asking.”

As his gaze landed on the female before him he had to force himself to clear his throat, a smirk forming against his lips, dark hues scanning her frame a moment before connecting their gazes. “Depends on how you plan to end the night,” Matteo mused, a brow rising. 

“A Harley, huh?” Faith repeated before pursing her lips and blowing a low whistle, “let me guess” she narrowed her gaze in assessment as she took a step back to get a good look at Matteo “softail with ape hangers, lowered suspension and chrome crash bars.”

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An amused brow rose as the girl stepped back, her hues seemingly analyzing him as he shifted slightly, arms crossing over his chest as she spoke. “Impressive,” Matteo mused. “You know your bikes- And your bikers it would seem. Safe to assume you ride then?”

Faith’s lips twitched within amusement as Matteo held onto her hand for a moment longer than necessary “I hear that a lot, actually” she grinned, before animatedly raising her brow as a tell tale sign that she was joking. “Normally I have to work a little harder to get someone’s attention. This isn’t going to end up with me rolled up in a rug in the boot of your car, is it?” a little dark humour, but she had to ask. 

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“I don’t believe that for a second,” Matteo countered, a soft chuckle easing from his lips as he glanced around them. “Fortunately I don’t drive a car, I drive a Harley so no ending up in the boot of my car.”

“More than i’d like to admit, Damiano chuckled “and uh, there’s a select few people I feel as though I can’t look in the eye now.”

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“Damn, that bad,” Matteo questioned with a soft chuckle. “The hell did you do?”

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“Believe it or not, people do come to bars and not drink alcohol, or have a soft drink because they aren’t able to drink for whatever reason” levi pointed out.

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“That’s the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard,” Matteo countered. “Why the hell would you want to hang around a bunch of people drinking and getting plastered if you can’t drink? Unless you’re a designated driver but even though, ain’t that what those Uber and whatever shit is for?”

Faith’s onyx hues glanced towards Matteo’s extended hand, looking expressively before rationalising that returning his greeting was only polite. “Faith Dias” she mused, placing her hand into his own. “Do you often make a habit of buying strangers drinks, because home could use a few more people like you.” 

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“When I’m feeling generous, yes,” Matteo chuckled, allowing his hand to linger in her own for a moment before retracting his touch. “Seems I got a little lucky tonight. My company isn’t usually quite as beautiful as you are.”

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Levi turned to look at the male and noticed the scoff before shrugging. “Sorry… but if I start to drink now… I may never stop..” Levi admitted to the other.

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“I reiterate my question,” Matteo mused. “Why come to a bar if you don’t want to actually drink?”

“That is fair enough” Damiano replied in agreement, “so what was it like for you? That therapy box thing?” 

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“Honestly,” Matteo hummed, offering a shrug before knocking back a shot glass. “I don’t really remember any of it. What about you?”

Levi watched the male, and paused for a moment, before opting for a soft drink. “Just a soda please..” he stated before nodding a little. “Yeah, that thing was… something…” he sighed almost as if he was sad it was over.

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A brow rose as his gaze landed on the male, scoffing slightly as he gave a shake of his head. “A soda,” Matteo questioned. “What the hell’s the point of coming to a bar if you’re not gonna drink alcohol? Seems counterproductive to me.”

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“I will not say no to a drink” Damiano mused lifting his beer bottle towards the bartender “same again. i’ll get the next one.” 

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“I’d question your sanity if you did,” Matteo countered, amusement tugging at his features.

“Guess I got here at the right time” Faith mused as she leaned herself against the bar “I’ll take another beer. Thanks.” 

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A brow perked momentarily as his dark hues fell on the woman beside him, a smirk soon pulling across his lips before a chuckle eased from his chest. “Any time,” Matteo countered, turning his frame further towards her before leaning against the bar top, lifting his bottle of beer to his lips for a moment before offering a hand to the other. “Matteo Santiago.”

An abuse of his power made it easy for Nic to clear out an entire venue and his place of choice had been Rousseau’s. He sat himself at the bar, picking at a bowl of fresh peanuts as horrified customers fought to make their exit as the warlock enjoyed his solace whilst the terrified staff took his order.  “Relax. If I wanted you dead, you would be” he hummed nonchalantly to the woman behind the bar, before the main doors opened and footsteps began to approach. “Invitation only, i’m afraid” he interjected as his head turned towards the interruption. “I’m doing you a favour, the service is shocking.” 

@farfromhomestarters​​

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A hum eased from the male’s lips as he stepped over the threshold of Rousseau’s, making his way to the bar before seating himself, a brow rising as he glanced over towards the male. “I don’t typically go to a bar for the service,” Matteo mused. “Alcohol is alcohol no matter how nicely it’s given to you.” His attention turned to the bartender, a smile flashing quickly. “Jack and coke, amor,” he requested.