Searching For A Soul Mate.. [closed]

Mariska got dressed, pulling on a pair of jeans and a right tank top. She grabbed her keys then went to the bar. Mariska walked in, ordering herself a beer. She felt Jons arm go around her, looking over at him. "Hey." She said. She walked with him over to Owen and took a sip of her beer.

@ wittles

Jon beamed at her enthusiastically pulling her tiny waist to his hip. "Hi. Mariska, is it? Owens friend? I mean, I don't know if he considers you a friend but apparently you actually went through with the whole sex thing." he chuckled taking her to Owen who turned around and glared at Jon before sparing a glance at Mariska protectively. "Leave her alone Jon." He could only imagine what kind of offensive things he said to her. Swatting at Jon to go away, he pointed to the stool beside him the girl who was all over him gone now, all interest lost.

@ Divergent

Mariska sat next to him on the bar stool then looked at the football game that was on the tv. She took a sip of her beer then looked back at Owen. "Hey." She said softly. She ran her fingers through her hair as she let her eyes meet his.

@ wittles

"Hey. How has your night been?" He offered her a lazy smile taking a gulp of the beer. He just wasn't feeling it today. Things were a little tense, and she obviously missed her boyfriend. Hopefully she wasn't here for sympathy, because Owen didn't usually give sympathy. He just fucked. And he wanted to fuck her.

Mariska shrugged, taking another swig of her beer. "It's been alright, what about yours?" She asked. Mariska smiled as she ordered another beer. She looked at the game in front of them and then back at him.

@ wittles

Owen shrugged. "Working at the auto shop, nothing unusual." he paid for her beer, but decided to stop drinking if he was going to make it home alive. He wasn't done with her yet. "Do you like football?" he asked watching her gaze drift from the TV to him.

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Mariska looked at him, "Yea." She said, smiling a bit. She took another sip of her drink and looked back at him. "You ever take a day off?" She asked as she placed her hand on his thigh.

@ wittles

"The auto shop is like my child, practically my life. But yeah, sometimes I take a day off." he leaned into her and stared at her full plump lips. "Spend the day doing nothing, and usually end up working anyways. It's good money."

@ Divergent

Mariska smiled at what he said, "You aren't taking your days off the right way then." She said softly. She looked at him for a moment then kissed him softly. She pulled away then took a sip of her beer.

@ wittles

"What do you mean 'the right way'? Am I doing something wrong on my day off?" he smirked playfully at her. But then she kissed him. He could taste her, the scent of her home, a tinge of alcohol, and it seemed as if she had pulled away too soon. As she was sipping her bear, he grabbed the bottom of it and forced it back down on the table before he leaned forward desperately and took her lips again.

Mariska looked at him when he pulled her beer away and kissed him back. Mariska pulled away, smiling when Owen seemed disappointed. Mariska looked at him for a moment then kissed him again. She let her hand rest on his cheek, pulling away slowly. "Wanna go back to my place?" She asked softly.

@ wittles

"Sorta. Are you going to break down on me and then say 'we can have sex now' as if you want to do it just..." He couldn't explain what he felt that night, when she had said what she said. It confused him, and something told him it wasn't right to stay the night.

Mariska pulled away, narrowing her eyes slightly. She couldn't help but feel slightly pissed. She took a swig of her beer, glancing at the tv. She turned away from him, facing the bar. Mariska normally didn't get mad so it was rare. She wanted so badly to say something mean but didn't. She finished her beer then ordered another one. Mariska took a swig of it, "So why are you so fucked up in the head Owen?" She asked looking at him. "Because you clearly have some issues an if you think you are good at hiding them....you aren't." She said.

@ wittles

When she turned away from him, he didn't bother taking his glance off of her. Instead, he leaned against the bar and stared at her while she stared at the game. He knew she knew he was looking, but she was purposely ignoring him. "Take a wild guess then Mariska. I'm not fucked in the head. I don't know what gives you that impression." he tilted his head in a cocky motion waiting for her to say something. "You aren't allowed to go and point fingers at people who are messed up, when you haven't solved your own boyfriend issue. Don't ask men to go home with you if you aren't over him."

Mariska glared at him, "You know your a real fucking asshole you know that? So what is it Owen? You got mommy and daddy issues or did some girl completely use you and break you?" She snapped. She turned away from him taking a few swigs of her beer. She pulled money out of her wallet and paid for her beer. Mariska looked at him, "Have fun tonight. I'm sure you can find some whore laying around." She said. She stood up grabbing her things and walked out.

@ wittles

At first James smiled. Damn, she was a tough one. "Well my parents died, but I was little and it doesn't affect me at all. I think I'm perfectly capable." Leaning forward, he got closer to her able to smell her alcoholic breath. "I don't have issues Mariska, I just am not fond of commitment. It suuuucks." he groaned, but before he knew it she was yelling at him and getting up to leave. Quickly, he stood up and followed her. "Mariska!" he called grabbing her hand but she aggressively pulled it out of his grasp. Again, he grabbed her hand clenching on it so hard he was afraid it was too much for her little fingers. Pulling on it, he flipped her around. "Are you mad at me?"

@ Divergent

Mariska glared at Owen, "Yes I'm mad at you!" She screamed at him. She could feel as hard he was gripping her hand and it was starting to hurt. "Now let go of me!" She snapped. She pushed on his chest, though he didn't move. Mariska couldn't help but want to hit him. "Besides I'm nothing to you so you shouldn't car anyway! Go back inside and go on with your life!" She argued as she tried to get her hand free.

@ wittles

"Why?" he whimpered not letting go holding onto her hand as he felt sweat between them. "Stop trying, it's not going to work unless you tell me why you're mad. 1 minute ago you were kissing me and asking me to go home with you." he said. It wasn't calm, but he felt a little pissed as to why she was pissed at him. Alcohol made him like that sometimes. "I don't even take whores home, just so you know." he scoffed and waited for her to answer.

@ Divergent

Mariska frowned, "You're an asshole that's why!" She yelled at him. "You're right Owen you just find them and use them. You would never take them to your house!" She yelled at him. "Now let go of my arm and leave me alone. I'm not that important to you." she said. She frowned as she tried to get her hand free. She groaned in frustration when he didn't let go and sat on the sidewalk, feeling his hand still gripping hers.

@ wittles

"WHY?" He said forcefully. "I haven't done anything to you Mariska..." he frowned at her words. Ouch. "Then what was that the day before? When you let me come into your house and fucked me? Was that USING me? You didn't even remember my name. So what if I 'use' people, they agreed to it." Sitting down beside her, he stared at her with fascination. "Seriously Mariska, why are you so angry at me all of a sudden?"

@ Divergent