Isabella Wayson

Isabella had decided that she needed to get out of the house for a little while. She had been here for some time now in this town, but she had only meant a few people. Those people were only the ones that had either come to meet the puppies she had for sale or people she met at the local rescue association. She had yet to make any friends here yet. So, she was going out tonight to have some fun. After all, she had not been out on the town since she had gotten here.

So, she hurried up and looked through her closet for something decent to wear. After looking for some time she decided on a pair of blue jeans that fit her legs and butt nicely and flared at the bottoms. They were light in color. For a shirt she picked out a plain black t-shirt that would cling to her slender torso and was short enough to show off her dangly belly button ring.

Quickly she showered and then dried off before getting dressed. She then got out her blow dryer and dried her hair. She decided to just wear her hair down since she was having a pretty good hair day. She then applied just the most basic of make-up. Bella was not one to wear a lot of make-up and today was no different.

As she finished getting ready she put on her shoes and then pulled on her jacket before she let herself out the door, locking it behind her. She then got into her truck and drove to the local night club. Once there she walked up to the bar and sat down before ordering a shot of tequila and then looking around...

Ellis

It was a typical day. When Ellis got off work, he always visited the bar. Every night at 8pm, he showed up and sat in the same seat. He usually ordered the same beer or liquor, but with occasional variation.
The 21 year old mechanic showed up with the usual engine grease on his face and clothes. He still wore his uniform, a suit with the top portion tied around his waist and a white t-shirt with blue sleeves, and surprisingly no jacket to protect him from the cold. He walked toward the bar, seeing that his seat was taken by Isabella. No big deal, though. He sat one seat down from her. The bartender on duty, Nikki Kendall, was familiar enough with Ellis to know his habits. "Honestly, El, do plan on coming here with that stuff on your face every night?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips and grinning. "You could at least wash your face before you come. Oh, well. Can't teach an old dog to take a shower." Nikki first served Isabella her tequila, silently, but with a smile. Then she turned back to her friend. "What kind of beer tonight?" Ellis simply looked up at the bartender. "No, I'm having a Colorado Bulldog." He stated in a thick southern accent. His choice was a bit of a surprise, for some reason, for Nikki paused and stared for a moment before serving him his drink.

Ellis took a sip of the mix of vodka, Kahlua, cream and cola - an extremely satisfying drink - before turning and glancing at Isabella. He smiled and gave a polite nod. His mother made sure to teach him manners, and he never forgot them... unless somebody made him mad. Thankfully, Isabella seemed like a good person.

Isabella Wayson

Well, this wasn't quite a normal day for Bella, she did not frequent bars every day or anything. Sure, back home she was known to go there on a pretty regular basis, but normally just on a Friday or Saturday evening. Though, once she got there she could end up staying until closing time, though it all depended on the company that she went with or found once she got there.

Not long after she sat down, she slipped her jacket off of her slender torso, revealing the spaghetti strap shirt that she wore under the jacket. The bartender had taken her order just after some man had entered the bar and sat down in the seat beside her. He made his order and it brought a slight smile to her face as she looked away. It was nothing against him, she just knew that she was so plain. She had never tried any of the mixed drinks, she tended to stick to whiskey, vodka, tequila,or an occasional beer.

Yes, she was just plain like that, I guess. After their drinks had been brought, the man looked over to her and gave her a friendly smile. She returned the gesture as she pushed her hair behind her ear. I'm Isabella She spoke in a friendly way as she introduced herself, she was here to make friends, right? After introducing herself she downed the shot and asked for another...

Ellis

Ellis seemed like a simple man, if a bit boastful and boyish. But he was a good friend, always loyal and caring, always watching out for his buddies and never deserting them. Surprisingly, he was also quite shy, which is probably why he always pretended not to notice all the girls who followed him around in high school. Well, part of the reason. He had no time for romance. Well, maybe not back then, when he was even more obsessed with cars.

He had time for meeting people now that he lived in a city where his boss wouldn't allow him to work at night because of the dangerous people who might come in. He wasn't scared, though. He was never scared. Of course, that would get him into big trouble if he met the wrong person or ran into a bear. In the back of his mind, he knew that.

So he was is a public place every night, where if somebody tries something, somebody else would either step in or call the cops. And he was enjoying his time here. He looked back at Isabella, smiling shyly. "Ellis. Nice to meet you, Isabella." He held out his hand in the typical - though he thought it strange - greeting of a handshake. That was when he remembered that is had black motor grease rubbed in that wasn't going to come off easily. "Oh, sorry. You probably don't want to shake a mechanic's hand right after work. You're too pretty for that." He shrugged, keeping the smile. "I haven't seen you around. Are you new to this city?"

Isabella Wayson

Isabella herself was a pretty normal down to earth girl herself, having been raised in the country, she was not one of the type of girls that would cry over a broken nail. She too was loyal to her friends and would not back down from a fight or argument if the need arose. And one of the main things that she had fought about many times was the way people treated animals, she was not a vegetarian nor did she disagree with things like hunting and killing cows and such for food, she just thought that all animals should be treated well, by having their needs met and by not being abused and such. She hated to see animals mistreated.

He introduced himself to her as Ellis and she stored this in her memory. Then when he held his hand out to her to shake, she did not even hesitate to grab his hand firmly and shake it. Though, he pulled it back abruptly as he spoke, saying that she probably did not want to shake his hand right after work and she laughed a bit. The compliment he paid her at the end of his statement made her blush slightly, though she tried to hide it as he spoke once again, asking if she was new here. She nodded. Yeah, I just moved here from California, but I'm from Tennessee...

Yes, she was a very open type person. She didn't see any point in trying to hide anything. After all, she had nothing to hide. She continued to smile as she waited for him to speak.

Ellis

Ellis, too, was raised in the country, growing up on a farm in Georgia. He never thought he'd move anywhere else, but with his mom dead, he figured it was time to move on. So he decided to land here in Atroe City...for some reason. He got a good job and met some good people. And bad people. He tried to only think about the good guys, though.

"Ah, Tennessee... I stayed there for a while. Nice place, huh?" He took another sip of his drink. "I'm from Georgia. I moved here not long ago. Still getting used to the place." It was obvious that he was a southerner by his thick accent. "This is an interesting city. I wasn't so sure about it at first, but I guess every city has its ups and downs, right? Only this one has more downs." He chuckled a bit at that. He was shy at first, but when he got to know somebody, he was a bit talkative.

Isabella Wayson

Isabella had moved away from her home town so that she could begin to go to college. She had gone to a school in California from the time she was eighteen and had taken a course on being a vet tech. After graduating the program she had decided that she had had enough of the big city life. Sure, she loved the sunny warm weather of California, but she just did not like that there were so many people, and it was so hard to find a decent place with any land to live on. It was all apartments and such, unless you had a ton of money, which Isabella did not.

He spoke of her home state and she nodded with a smile. Yeah, it is nice there, I miss it sometimes. By this time, her next shot had come and she downed it as he took a drink of his own mixed drink. I've heard Georgia is nice... I've never been there but I have heard good things. She continued to smile that same friendly smile. She really was the outgoing friendly type and it showed. Yeah, I haven't ran into much trouble yet... And the property here is really cheap, so I like it here so far. Maybe that would change if she ran into some of the less friendly here, but she was strong, so she probably would not be chased off...