mckinnon, riley a.

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full name riley angus mckinnon date of birth 08.05.1990 (24) home town lafayette, louisiana, USA current city new york, new york, USA education law school drop out occupation bartender ________________________________________ ________________________________________ 5 MOST PLAYED I. Deep Sea Diver, Grizzly Bear. II. Kitchen Club, Ariel Pink. III. Hand In Glove, the Smiths. IV. Upon This Tidal Wave of Young Blood, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah! V. Hey, the Pixies. 4 WEAKNESSES I. brunettes. II. british accents. III. girls in shorts. IV. lara croft, basically. 3 BAD HABITS I. prone to jealousy. II. drinks out the carton. III. unchecked alcoholism. 2 BIGGEST REGRETS I. dropping out of law school. II. moving away from Louisiana. 1 REASON FOR LIVING I. Sunday mornings in bed with Ella. ________________________________________ The bar I work in is on a quiet little side street, and it's nothing much to talk about from the outside. Or the inside, as it happens. It's a hotspot for local alcoholics, rated top on TripAdvisor for liver disease, and you're welcome to come in at 10am and drink until 2am, all with minimal expense and even less judgment. It's not my job to tell those guys how to live, but I can't say I sleep well when I'm forced to turn them out in the early hours of the morning, watching them stagger out into the night. When they aren't on the doorstep at 9:55 the next morning, I tend to think the worst and I'm usually right. So Ella was never going to slip in as incongruously as she hoped. She came in like the American Dream made flesh, blonde hair tumbling down around barely disguised curves. Her ID was one of the least convincing fakes I'd ever seen but I served her anyway, pouring freehand as I failed to drag my eyes from hers. It felt like a dream. Everything about her screamed money, money, money. She ordered a drink so clumsily that I knew she wasn't used to bars, or if she was she'd benefited from having someone else order on her behalf. She seemed anxious, always checking her phone and glancing over her shoulder. Her phone was littered with notifications of new messages and missed calls, and she frowned at it, vexed by her own popularity. I know now that she was being checked up on, and that not a minute goes by in her life where she's not being checked up on. It drives me up the fucking wall. So her daddy's a senator, so fucking what? It'd be something if the same precautionary measures were extended to all her family, but I can tell you from experience that they're not. Because I know her brother, and if there's one thing he's done, it's run wild. I fucking hate that cunt. That's not a word I use lightly, either. But he's an asshole of the highest order... I won't go into it, but we went to college together and we don't get on. He's spent the last year trying hard to turn Ella against me, and unfortunately he's had some success. But fuck it, fuck her family. Those assholes might not think I'm good enough for her and fuck, maybe they're right, but that's not their call to make. Ella came back to visit my folks in Louisiana back in July, and it was in that sticky heat, her make up sliding off her face and her clothes sticking to her skin, a plate full of gumbo in front of her that she wouldn't be able to eat a tenth of... she was so sweet, she tried so hard, and it was then that I knew I loved her more than I'd ever love anyone else again. She didn't hold my lack of breeding against me, so I couldn't hold the fact she was spawned from a den of vipers against her. I love her so much it makes me bad tempered with her, I get short and give her so much shit... fuck, I hope she forgives me. I just sometimes feel like our survival as a couple is so unlikely that I'd rather pre-empt a split and cut it off early, to save myself some pain... it's a joke though, 'cause nothing would hurt me more, no matter when it happened. The thought of losing her kills me. ________________________________________ ________________________________________ You want to know when a college rivalry goes too far? 'Cause I can tell you the answer to that question definitively. A petty bullshit college rivalry goes too far when you fuck your rival's girlfriend, and he doesn't react like a normal human being. No, he doesn't start a fight, or try to hook up with my girl. He convinces his girl to cry rape. Despite an overwhelming lack of evidence - in fact, copious evidence to the contrary, since plenty of people were at that party and saw that I was drunker than her, and she was all over me like white on rice... that shit didn't matter so much, because as soon as people mention something so heinous as that, people get to thinking that there's no smoke without fire.  So I quit law school. He won. Who could have guessed that his baby sister would walk in to my bar mere months later, a bar I wouldn't have been in had it not been for him forcing me out of higher education? Almost feels like fate. I guess I owe my boy Joe Bish a big ol' thank you. Maybe when he's not busy trying to convince my future father in law I'm a rapist I'll get round to it. ________________________________________ your name lexalot play-by andre member group resident