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Post by Natalia Fraisure on Jun 4, 2010 0:31:19 GMT -5
Natalia had been in and out of the town. Her mother was still located at the facility for a while. Natalia was enjoying most of her alone time. Though sometimes, Natalia was very much antsy when it came to those who knew her. For those who well wanted to protect her from her past. Only very few knew about her past, just the nit picks and other things she would share. She never shared anything about the abuse she endured from her uncle.
Her uncle granted was drunk when he used to hurt her, so you could imagine why Natalia was going into a bar. She was going there to face her fears. Her fears of being alone with men, being alone in the very room with them. Sure Jared was an expection, but she was even afraid of being around him at times. Though her fear seemed to be more on the inside then the outside. She had to hide it, otherwise she would be there as well. Especially with her history.
She had attempted to cut herself mulitiple times, had managed to do it only around three or four times. Had managed to drink acholol, granted it was only at her house. Some of the things she hated, but she needed some way to numb the pain that she held on so tightly too. She knew it was better to just tell people what she was feeling, except she was scared. She was worried and she was frightnened. She wished that people would understood where she was coming from, but for the most part they didn't. She was lost and confused and still so scared. She had hoped that people would understand where she was coming from, however still it was not that way. She still had to hide.
When she walked into the watering hole, she came inside and sat down at the bar. Her eyes glanced down the counter and then back up the counter. At times she wished she could drink, but it she wasn't going to be able too. She knew that Annabelle knew her mom. She knew that wasn't even going to work, so she just presumed that she would get a coke there. At least it wasn't acholol.
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Post by anna on Jun 4, 2010 11:56:05 GMT -5
Annabelle had been chatting with some customers at a corner table when she noticed the young girl walking in. She didn't look like a happy camper to her at all, and she also looked somewhat familiar. It took a moment for Annabelle to recall that she had seen the girl get out of a car at the Tack House - a car driven by Barbara Frasier. The family likeness wasn't close, but she could surmise that the girl was Barbara's daughter. She excused herself from the people she had been talking to and made her way to the bar, on the way waving off Christy, who was about to attend to their latest customer. Annabelle liked to talk with customers she hadn't met before, work her smile, charm, or whatever else was needed on them to assure they would come back. "Good afternoon," she greeted the girl, as she stepped behind the counter, one of her steps a bit longer, to step over Jenny, who was resting peacefully behind the bar. The Golden Retriever gave a small sound that could hardly be called a bark in greeting, before resting her head on her paws again. "What would you like? Coffee? Tea? Soda? Something else?"
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Post by Natalia Fraisure on Jun 4, 2010 13:12:26 GMT -5
Natalia had glanced around the place. She knew that her chances of getting anything like beer were slim to none, unless she was in the privacy of her own home. Even then her mother hasn't been home. She hadn't had to worry about her finding out the truth. She tried to hide everything inside of her and thats what was doing it.
She didn't realize anyone else had seen her there. She was going to speak her order to Christy who was at the bar, but had been stopped when a women walked over there finally. She was taken from her mind when she heard her speak. She had said Good Afternoon. She noticed the dog down underneath the bar. "Cute." She said in one word, about the dog. The dog seemed to be like a mascot for the bar. Perhaps it was, it was called the watering hole..
Then the questions of what she would like. "I'll take some green tea, I mean you have green tea right?" She had hoped they did. It was hard to find green tea, it seemed to calm down most of the girl's nerves. She had to learn how to relax more at least. It was important.. The girl just really didn't want to feel like she was feeling. She didn't know whom to turn too, but wanted someone.
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Post by anna on Jun 4, 2010 14:03:04 GMT -5
"Yes, we do have green tea," Annabelle answered, offering the girl a small smile. At least she was sensible enough not to ask for an alcoholic beverage. 'Smart kid' Anna thought to herself as she went about preparing a cup of tea for the girl.
She was the first customer who had asked for something that her parents would have considered exotic, but Annabelle was well-prepared. Not to answer each and every request of course, but she thought she had the most likely angles covered pretty well. As long as no one asked for an Oolong tea or a vanilla latte frappuccino she could handle it, and chances of that happening were slim, as far as she could tell.
"You wouldn't happen to be Barbara Fraisure's daughter, would you?" she asked conversationally, as she placed a cup on a saucer and placed both down on the bar.
She didn't know Barbara all that well. They had both grown up in Brooke Haven, but there were five years between them. Annabelle knew most locals more as customers of her parents' bar than as peers or friends, but she could remember her, could vaguely recall the wedding, or rather the news about the wedding.
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Post by Natalia Fraisure on Jun 4, 2010 14:11:11 GMT -5
She nodded, when she was told that they had green tea. She smiled a little bit back to answer the women's own smile. She knew that had she ordered an alcoholic beverage, her mother and brother would most likely skin her alive and then offer her some salt for her wounds. She wasn't stupid which was why she did it solely alone in the privacy of the whole entire third floor that she had.
'Thanks." She said with a small smile. She looked towards the women whom looked like she could be a mother to someone. Whom looked like she had a family. She was sure that she wouldn't have time for the problems that were going on.
"Barbara is my mother, yes. Why do you ask?" She asked. Most of the town knew her, though she was sure they didn't know what was going on in the family. The news of her father leaving when she was much younger didn't matter to her. She took the cup and took a sip out of it. She had money of course, she wasn't poor. Most of it though was along the lines of a hush hush type of thing. Natalia on the other hand wanted someone to help, but never was able too request it.
She glanced towards the women and then smiled a little bit as if to hide what she was thinking. "You're ummm, I don't know, I'm sorry I don't really talk to mom's friends."
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Post by anna on Jun 5, 2010 0:40:23 GMT -5
Annabelle settled down on the stool she had behind the bar for just such occasions when she decided to talk with a customer, or just wanted to sit down for a moment.
"I am mostly asking out of curiosity, to be honest. As you might have heard, I have only been back in town for a short while, so I am still trying to catch up with who is who and what's going on in town." She spoke in a light-hearted, chatty tone, just making small talk for the moment. Annabelle was certain the girl had heard. News travelled fast in a place like Brooke Haven.
She raised her hand to cover her mouth, as she laughed softly at the next remark she heard. At that sound Jenny stirred and got up, looking at her person curiously, so Annabelle reached down and ran her fingers over the dog's head, a warm soft tongue licking her hand, returning the affection.
"Your mother and I are not what I would call friends. Acquaintances perhaps, but we have hardly spoken since I got back here."
They had spoken some, but that had been after the funeral, more a social thing than a talk between old friends - condolences, a little chat about old times, pretty much what Annabelle had exchanged with everyone there. And while the difference between forty and forty-five appeared perhaps slim to a teenage girl, it had meant that Barbara was getting married while Annabelle was still Natalia's age. Back then the two women had been worlds apart.
"Still... you don't have to talk at all. You know how it is with bartenders. We always have an open ear, but we never want to pry." Annabelle winked.
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