“I am never being a groomsman again” Bridget was fully laying on the floor of Blaine’s apartment staring at the ceiling. While she was aware she was more of a bridesmaid for the groom the statement stood. “So. Much. Drinking.” She muttered. The woman still hadn’t changed out of her dress just needing a minute. “This is what I get for keeping up with Scout that man drinks like a fish how does he do it? Maybe it’s because he’s a giant.” She mused out loud still staring at the ceiling unsure if her boyfriend was even in the room.
“Hey, we all have to go through the groomsman experience at one point, you know? Shit, at least you had fun with the party boys,” Barrel teased as he entered the living room after changing out of his tux noticing Bridget was laying on the floor. Carefully he laid next to her. “Yeah, height takes the advantage, but hey, you held on like a champ. You’ve still got the title for liver of steel,” He commended. “You wanna lay here a little longer or do you want me to carry you to the room?” He asked curiously.
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Shelby was looking through a file. There was a research project she and Drew were working on and they needed to figure out this one shady little elemnt that jsut kept alluding them. Chewing on the end of her pencil nose buried in the file she hadn’t noticed the person staring and watching her until she heard a noise. Looking up she arched a brow. “Can I help you?”
Barrel was partnered up with someone excruciatingly chatty during this case of his and the library was the best way to escape. However, with the chatty associate on his tail and the library full, there wasn’t much of a spot to sit at. So here he stood in front of a blonde before clearing his throat. “Kinda hiding from someone. Can I sit at this table for a sec?”
Enter Blaine “Barrel” Barril. He’s a 24 year old Attorney and is the spitting image of Thomas Doherty. He is a GOD from the NORSE realm and is Neutral. Sorry to say, but he’s taken.
Trigger Warning: Drug & Alcohol addiction.
→ Once Upon A Time.
Blaine Barril was always one of the quiet ones growing up. He never really talked to anyone he didn’t know and if he dis talk to someone he recognized, he was either very sweet or very, very rude. This often worried his parents, but they continued to support their only boy as he was always well-behaved in front of them, of course. Behind their backs, well, that was another story. He was very mischievous, always getting into trouble and blaming other kids around him, but one day, he got caught attempting to hot wire a car at only 16 he was forcibly enrolled to WDPA. Little did his parents know two of his long time best friends were already waiting there for his arrival. Later known as Barrel, Blaine’s still the same as he always was. He’s still not a talkative guy, but if he does speak to someone, it’s usually very high in sarcasm or, if he likes them, he’ll attempt to be nice. Of course, this is what makes him kind of the softy in his group.
→ The Road So Far.
After the death of Owen, Barrel and his group of friends were set to pick up the pieces on their own. Between that and diving back into his law studies during, Barrel spiraled into an alcoholic depression trying to keep his family together, that was until his best friends intervened who got him to sober up and clean up his act and since then, he’s been on the rise as a young criminal lawyer in Santa Monica, hellbent on making sure that people like his friends get off easy. He’s a man of prestige and charm, but with a darkness that seems to surround him, but that’s how he’d like to be known. After all, you might take the kid out of the streets, but you can’t take the streets out of the kid.
→ Behind The Mask.
Barrel’s friends jokingly call him the “weak link” of the group because of his tendency to go from an asshole to a sweet guy and many don’t expect that. So instead, he tries putting on this hot-headed and arrogant facade and not really letting people see what he’s like on the inside. He’s lost himself in the beds of others to mask his inner self and sure, while his bad boy persona and sex appeal give him an edge, there’s much more to him behind those stormy blue eyes. The question is, will he ever be able to show it?
→ The Vices & Virtues.
+ Hard-working, Ambitious, Selfless
- Hot-Headed, Misunderstood, Arrogant
→ Are You A Friend or Foe?
Bridget Mayer (Girlfriend): The two of them started off as the best of friends. She was truly the only one that understood him and got where he was coming from and slowly, he started to fall for her, until he worked the nerve to ask her out.
Owen Osbourne (Best Friend): The two young men started off really close until their relationship became more tumultuous during college until his apparent murder. Now understanding and knowing that the kid he ran around with wasn’t his best friend, he’s hoping the two of them can catch up and mend their relationship.
“Surprise” Bridget said as she covered Barrel eyes with her hands. Obviously announcing her presence first he would know exactly who it was but that wasn’t really the point. She grinned before placing a kiss to his cheek and sitting next to him. “I swear I am still exhausted I have never danced more in my life and I am a dancer by profession and in school.”
Barrel chuckled as he took Bridget’s hands, of course, he knew announcing her presence didn’t exactly startle him, but he liked the gesture. This was nice. Looking over at her, he smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and brought her close to him. “Man--that was--truly an experience. I mean...I just usually just show up at the party for the booze and the food, but it was a lot of fun and you looked like you were having the time of your life,” He poked her side with a smirk. “I’m glad you had fun.”
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“I swear you better pass that bar exam because with all this stress I just might end up murdering someone and need you to keep me out of prison. Orange is not my color.” Madelyn pointed out as she sipped the iced coffee in her hand looking over to her friend. “How did that go by the way?”
“Well,” Barrel took a quick sip of his black coffee before beginning, “I find out Friday, so in the mean time, try to keep the murders lowkey til I can get to you and then we can counter sue with emotional distress,” He chuckled. “Truthfully, it was the longest 48 hours I’ve ever experienced, but, I think with everything being expedited with how the world’s crumbling at our feet, I’m--strangely optimistic?”
“Yes! Plus we need to head out soon because I told Mickey I would come early and help out and you know I hate going back on my word.” Bridget pointed out. She took in his outfit one more time. Damn he really did look great and his support for the cause definitely had her feeling some type of way. Bridget loved Pride and supporting a more than worthy cause.
“Cool, I’ve got everything packed and ready to go, so whenever you’re ready we can go--and if you want, I could maybe help out too, if--Mickey’s cool with it?” Barrel offered with a small grin. Before he went to go get his stuff, he eyed Bridget up and down for a moment and smiled. She really looked amazing, but most of all, he loved the fire in her eyes. The willingness for her to help and really change the world. She gave him a whole new perspective of the world, after all.
Bridget was touching up the last little bits of her makeup in the bathroom. The glitter had taken her far too long and she possibly had been up for several hours but it was all worth it because she looked amazing. Hearing her name she turned around. “Oh damn” Bridget rarely saw Barrel in color and boy was it a shame because it suited him. His outfit had her beaming. “You look amazing”
Barrel was in awe of Bridget, the way the glitter was so well done and uniform, how amazing her outfit looked on her, he was definitely gobsmacked. “Oh uh,” He chuckled, trying really hard not to blush, “Thanks...you look gorgeous,” He smiled. “You almost ready to go babe?”
Barrel emerged from his room wearing new pride gear, normally he wasn’t one to wear any colors except for black, white, navy, and grey, but today, he was vibrant. So vibrant that the colors on his shirt made his grey eyes look brighter, and frankly he felt pretty good. “Hey, uh, Bridge--” He went to go find her until his eyes widened at her outfit. Dear god, she’s hot. “Wow...” he murmured.
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I struggled to figure out what to get you for your birthday. I know you don’t like mushy sentimental things, and definitely don’t like attention. Then I realized that with Annabel back and how much time you missed out on, I know you two would love some time together. So here is a trip for y’all to catch up make some memories and forget about all the stress. Happy Birthday
some of you need to shut the fuck up. chill calm down not everything is that deep. not everything needs your input and you don’t have to comment on every single thing you come across. you don’t have to waste your energy being mad about a hundred things at a time. spending your time and energy on things you enjoy is much better always stop being a bitch that hates everything just to be edgy pls
“Today would determine whether he falls or flies.”
This was supposed to be a summer of studying, but due to the shifts in the world and Santa Monica being the only place intact, the Bar exam was pushed up a few months. Those weeks of Barrel taking a breather throughout each exam became a boa constrictor that slowly suffocated him as the date was nearing. Lucky for him, at least he’d get it done and over with before his 25th birthday. That was a relief at least. He had no final projects or exams for his classes as they gave them that window to study inside each class. Leaving Thursday and Friday for the Bar. Barrel was always seen in the middle with his AirPods in looking through each chapter. Highlighting every important detail, every key Latin word or phrase and would write them down on a note card. For each class he had a day, he had 4 and a half hours of studying. While some of his cohorts studied relentlessly for one and rested the other, Barrel studied the whole time. Then, he’d go to the library and study for another half hour to hour before he turned in for the day. This would only leave him with a few hours to himself before starting the day all over.
The week flew by quickly, much to Barrel’s chagrin. Now suddenly, it was Thursday morning and he was awake at an obnoxious hour and those who know Barrel know unless it’s for his class he’s never up before 10am. Today was different. Today would determine whether he falls or flies. All the studying, all the note-taking, the researching, the battling, this would all come together. Today, he had to treat it as if he were going to war. With being up at 5am, he decided to take a jog around the park, to let his thoughts settle, to only focus on the bigger picture. His anxiety came in the form of angry outbursts, he’d feel caged in, itching for a fight, anyone who even looked or spoke to him in a weird way gave enough ammunition for Barrel to snap and that was the last thing he needed on a day like today. Running would help and sure enough, it did.
After arriving back, showering, and packing up for day one, he sent a few texts, and a voicemail out: one to Bridget, one to Annabel, one to his parents, and a voicemail to Owen. Just to let them know that he was off to battle and then, his phone was off and he headed to WDPA. There were hundreds of people lined up, all by last name in separate lines. He had seen a familiar face in the crowd, Bridget’s bestie, and his former rival, Catrina who looked serene as ever. He’s never seen her wear glasses before. She looked sophisticated, sure of herself, ready to take on the day. Barrel wasn’t sure how he looked, although he was pretty sure he looked like his usual resting bitch face self. The doors opened promptly at 8:45 and everyone took their seats where their name and picture was at. Barrel almost wanted to laugh at his picture, God, he looked like a sophisticated prick. He was proud of it.
At 9am, the test began with a break after the first 3 hours. He was focused, carefully looking through each terminology, memorizing each case, each phrase, each flashcard that flashed through his mind. Although he couldn’t have music on hand, he could hear the soothing chill hop in his mind to keep him focused. This made those three hours pass fast and at noon, he stretched his legs for a bathroom break and had a snack. He ate alone while the others mingled around him, but he didn’t mind it. He needed the solitude to really keep his mind clear. He didn’t want to think about any gossip, any event, anything that would keep him from being focused. At 12:30, the exam started up again and they had til 3:30 to finish. He replayed the song in his head again until he finished the exam. It was 3:15, giving him fifteen minutes to look over his exam closely, reviewing everything to make sure all was good until the bell rang. He was done for the day.
He went home, not wanting to eat dinner because he knew he’d feel nauseated. Instead, he had a tall glass of water with some ice cubes to munch on before texting everyone he had made it through day one and then went to bed.
While it was Friday for the rest of the world, it was day two for Barrel. He had to treat the day with even more precision. The park was filled with joggers, so Barrel opted to pack up earlier to head to WDPA’s pool for a swim. Luckily the douchebag swim team was long gone and the pool was to himself. He swam a few laps for an hour before he was out and back out into the same line. He looked to Catrina again, she was the closest to Bridget and so looking over to her was a comfort. They originally hated each other’s guts at first, but they grew to be friends over time. She still had her glasses on and her determination face was still there. He really wished Bridget was here at the moment. Taking a breath as the doors opened again, he was focused. He looked over to that picture and nodded. He had this in the bag.
The day was like clockwork all over again during the examination. Chill hop was playing in his head during each part of the test. He stretched his legs during the break and ate a small snack and at 3:30, he was out again. He wasn’t safe to breathe that sigh of relief until he turned his phone on and let everyone know that the worst was over. He went back home and actually ate a sandwich and lounged around for a while. Around 4pm, he could feel his shoulders release their tension and around 5, he breathed a sigh of relief as he drifted into a nap. Finally, the worst was over. He survived the war.
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