Kallum walked into The Baker's Arms and made a beeline for the bar. "One beer please," he said, sliding into the seat. "Actually, scrap that. One Vodka." It had been one hell of a day, to say the least. He deserved something a little stronger. Kallum thought back to the morning. Everything had been perfect this morning. His girlfriend had given him breakfast in bed (sausages, bacon, egg, toast and tomatoes) and he had gone to work a very happy, contented man. That hadn't lasted long. Kallum didn't want to think about the grimy details of his work day, but it had ended in him being jobless and girlfriendless. Shit.



Kallum is 21 btw.
There you go. Bitch xD Love you really
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Eleanor was having a bad day. It wasn't that anything terrible in particular had happened. It was in fact the opposite. In the past few hours, nothing had occurred which had made her want to continue working in this pub. For the past few days she had been considering quitting her job, and not one single event had made her want to change her mind. The landlord of the pub was being as bad as ever, and the customers seemed to be leering at her more than ever.
Eleanor looked over the counter at the man who had just entered the bar. He both looked and seemed different to any of the sleezy men who had been in that day. This man actually seemed interesting, and as if he should have had more on his mind than alcohol and sex, unlike most of the men she met. However, today he looked distressed, and her suspicions were confirmed when he approached the bar, asking for a vodka.
She smiled at him, and proceeded to pour the drink into a shot glass, before sliding it across to him. "Bad day?" she asked.

Kallum looked up, meeting the eyes of the bartender. He analysed her, taking in her details. Red hair, brown eyes and the kind of face that demanded attention. Kallum shrugged and looked back down at the swirling liquid in his glass. "It's been a pretty bad day." Actually, it had been a crap day, but somehow Kallum didn't want to push all his worries onto her. After all, he didn't know her. It would be stupid to trust her just because he wanted to. Kallum had learnt the hard way about trusting people.
His mother had given him his first lesson about trust. She had been nothing but a slutty gold digger, but at least Kallum had learnt to stay away from that type of women.
Kallum lifted the shot glass to his mouth and drained it in one gulp. "Any chance of another?" he asked, placing the shot glass on the bar.

Eleanor smiled sympathetically at the man. Upon recieving the job in this place, the landlord had advised her to try to talk to the customers as much as possible, though she guessed that he just wanted more money for his business.
Recently she hadn't really stuck to this rule, having grown less and less enthusiastic about work. She didn't know what made her talk to this unknown man, but she needed a bit of company. Eleanor never had anyone to spend time with in this village anymore. Everyone seemed to be moving away to bigger areas, leaving her stuck with a tiring job, and a binge-drinking alcoholic of a father. The job seemed appropriate with her family history.
"I know how you feel. I'm not exactly having a fantastic day myself." She withdrew the vodka bottle from beneath the counter once more, and poured him another glass. "There we go," she replied, handing it back to him. The vodka bottle remained next to her this time. She had a feeling that she was going to need it again.
No matter how much different this man was to the regulars, Eleanor suspected that he had come in here for the same reason as they all did. He wanted strong, cheap alcohol. No doubt he was going to leave this bar this evening as entoxicated as most, perhaps more. If he wanted to kill his liver, it was not her problem. It was his own choice.
"So what's been happening that has made your day so crap?" To Eleanor, it seemed as though the man had been understating how bad his day had been. Perhaps he did not wish to dump his worries on her. This was everything that she wanted however; to get lost in someone elses troubles for once. It sure would make a nice change.

Kallum gave a half-hearted smile at the women and looked at the vodka bottle on the bar. Half of him wanted to take the bottle and smash it on the floor. He hated alchohol; what the hell was he doing here, drinking vodka of all things? The other half of him wanted to take the bottle and down it in one, making the rest of hs evening a drowsy blur.
Shaking his head, he rubbed his temples and smiled at the women. "Just job related issues. I.e., they fired me," he said, shrugging. He stared at the glass and pushed it away, sighing. "Actually, on second thoughts, may I have a lemonade? With ice?" he said, lacing his fingers together and placing them on the counter. As much as he would have liked to lose himself in alcohol related fantasys, he needed to think about what he was going to do that night, something better done with a sober brain.
Pulling his wallet, he quickly counted out his money. He had around £130. It would be enough for a hotel room for the night, but it wouldn't stretch much further than that. And seeing as he no longer had a home, that was something of a problem. Kallum growled, a little noise in the back of his throat. Here he was, homeless, jobless and a mess and she didn't even care. Damn woman , he thought, clenching his fists.
Kallum looked back up at the bartender, forcing a charming smile in place. If there was one thing he was good at, it was putting on a good face. "Tell me, are there any cheap hotels in this area?" he asked, his voice smooth and melodic. "And...I didn't catch your name?"