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Post by tristanmatthews on Jul 18, 2012 16:02:26 GMT -5
 party til the sun comes upTristan sat on the couch in his hotel suite. He wasn’t sure how long he was going to be here. But so far the blonde was hiding out. Some people found out where he was staying until his condo was ready and man, he never knew he had that many fans in one state in the States. The young man had a remote control in his hand as he went through channels. Nothing on. It was his luck. And seaking of luck, his stomach made a growling noise. “Great, just great. I’m hungry.” Sure he could order room service but he was sick of it. The nineteen year old decided to take his chances. The kid changed out of his pajamas. He grabbed a Miami Dolphins cap and hid his face with some ray bands he owned. Tristan took a back entrance and somehow manage to slip through some people before getting on the bus. He sat in the front hiding his face until he saw a place he liked. The bus stopped and Tristan ran out. His stomach was getting mad. Tristan looked around him before he smiled and walked into the joint. He took off his hat and glasses, being polite and ruffled his hair. He was soon seated in a booth and looking through a rather large menu, a huge grin on his face. |
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Post by andrew james greene on Jul 18, 2012 17:12:49 GMT -5
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andrew wasn't exactly the employee of the month here at the restaurant he worked at. he could serve food without screwing it up and strike up a good conversation with a customer, but most of the time he was goofing off with fauna in the back or just plain talking to the people that came in. aj didn't care what his boss or other people in the place thought of him. he was out to have a good time and make some money. if that meant taking a seat next to a lonely looking customer, he would have to do that. aj never let anyone feel left out. that wasn't his style.
it wasn't long before the hostess told him there was someone seated in his section. it wasn't bust at all today, so whoever was there was the only person aj had to take care of for the moment, allowing him to put his full attention into the customer. clutching the pad of paper in his hand, he made his way towards the table that a blonde boy was sitting at. the guy looked familiar to him for some reason, but he decided he'd ask about that later. "hey there, my name's aj. i'll be your sever for today." he began reciting the script he had been given since his orientation here. "is there anything i can get you to drink?" he tapped his pen in the pad of paper, waiting for an answer. the thoughts in his head continued to run though. why did this guy look so familiar? maybe he hung around the beach or maybe he went to school with aj? he couldn't be too sure.
"this is gonna sound so weird." he started, preparing to clear his suspicions. "but you look really familiar." aj needed to know where this kid was from or he wouldn't be able to concentrate on the task at hand.
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Post by tristanmatthews on Jul 23, 2012 14:38:04 GMT -5
party til the sun comes up “Good afternoon A.J.” Was the first thing that left the lips of the young man. He was always a polite guy except for his eye contact. Those blue eyes were stuck on the menu while his left hand stroked his chin. There were so many things he could choose, but he wasn’t sure what he really wanted. The Irish blonde sighed. And finally looked up. A drink? Sad thing about the States, was, Tristan was still too young to drink. Set him in Europe and I’d be on his second cup of beer. Tristan cleared his throat. “Uh lets, see. I wouldn’t mind having a Sprite if you got that back there.” The kid nodded. Tristan opened his menu back up and let his blue eyes wonder. He honestly thought the waiter had left until he spoke and made Tristan jumped. “Bloody hell. I thought you already left. Shows how well I pay attention.” He ran a hand through his hair before trying to fix it.
Tristan looked at A.J. before smiling a bit. “I look really familiar to anyone apparently.” Tristan wasn’t expecting this much familiarity. He was thinking a fan here and there. But like today, many found him and wouldn’t leave him alone. That and the people who didn’t care but obviously saw him somewhere were bold enough to say it. Then came the whole awkward situation of explaining why. “Well, if you don’t blow my cover,” The boy jokingly shifted his eyes, looking around the place like a little boy. He then motioned A.J. to come closer before whispering. “I’m Tristan Matthews. A musician from Ireland, but apparently I've reached you folks.” Tristan leaned back into his seat and grinned. He was really way too childish for anyone’s liking other than his own. But not many people got to see it, so he declared it all good.
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Post by andrew james greene on Jul 23, 2012 20:46:46 GMT -5
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aj quickly wrote down the sprite order on his notepad before shoving everything back in his apron again and sitting down at the empty chair across from the boy. apparently andrew had frightened him slightly, but that only made the twenty year old laugh a little bit. he hoped it didn't look strange, but before the blonde actually told him who he was, aj was analyzing his face. he ran through the names in his head, trying to decipher who the guy was. he couldn't be too sure that he hadn't seen him at parties before because usually andrew met everyone when he was completely shitfaced and unable to remember another name. it wouldn't have surprised aj if that had been the case, but the way the guy began introducing himself by telling him not to blow his cover, he highly doubted he was a party friend. it wasn't rare, but having a celebrity in the restaurant was still surprising. the irish boy didn't seem to have too much notoriety though.
"ah yes! of course!" aj exclaimed a little too loudly. he hushed his next words down, knowing the guy didn't want to be given away. "one of my friends played me a song of yours before." he remembered a buddy hailing him over to his computer and showing him a youtube video of tristan singing and playing guitar. aj didn't think much of it because he wasn't too into foreign musicians, but he made a note to himself that he had to look him up later. aj had to give it to him though, the kid had a killer voice. "hold up just one second. let me grab your drink." aj held up a finger, symbolizing that he would be back in a minute. he tore himself from the chair and took a quick pace to the kitchen.
grabbing a cup and holding it under the sprite dispenser, he watched for it to be filled up to the proper amount before peeling it away and walking back out to his tables. he was lucky that no one was in his section still. he would actually have a decent conversation with the boy. aj placed the sprite down on the table and took his original seat. "so tristan, what brings you here to miami?" he questioned. he wondered why anyone would come to miami, especially if they weren't super huge in the states. miami wasn't exactly the best place to get a running start in america. aj figured new york or california would be the places to be.
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