Surprises & Sunrises - Carina

[TREVOR RYLAND MATHIS]

[/i] He honestly didn't know. Ever since he had seen this cartoon commercial of the naked kid (though he didn't seem naked) and the owl, he had been thinking it over ever since. He had tried many times to figure it out and no matter who he asked, he still couldn't do it. Even putting it into film terms and breaking it down that way didn't work. Damn that kid and his tootsie pop! Trevor shook his head in amusement and finally came back to life, his eyes peeling away from the screen in front of his face. With a sigh, he accepted another shot and his fate.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/ul][/justify]

[CARINA ELISABETH DEVEAUX]

Technically, Cari wasn't supposed to be at the bar. She was underage in this godforsaken country, even though she had been drinking wine since she was eight. She had a nice stash of booze in her closet here at school and it wasn't like she ever got carded, but she had been sneaking into this bar since junior year of high school. She didn't have to buy the drinks of course, she just needed to get someone else to buy them for her. It all worked out nicely for her. She was feeling restless tonight considering she had been cooped up in her room all day. It was a Saturday for goodness sakes, but she had slept until 3PM and then after that she just didn't want to leave her room to do anything. However, when she turned off her laptop and looked at her alarm clock, she was surprised to find it so late. Time flew when she was doing nothing at all, which was weird. Nobody had texted her or emailed her about any sort of parties that night, which meant boring in Cari's opinion.

She needed to get out of her room! In under fifteen minutes, she had managed to shower, put on make-up and look gorgeous. She hated being alone, especially on Saturday nights. Something told her to head to E-Bar, a place she had yet to visit this year. She wasn't carded at the door (she easily passed for the caveman age of twenty one), and as her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit place, she scanned the bar for anyone she could kill the time with. It wasn't that Cari didn't have friends - she just did on whim and expected her friends to be there without her telling them. Her eyes caught the couple of high school students that had managed to sneak in and she shook her head. Somehow she felt far more older this year than she had last year. It was probably something to do with the fact that she was no longer a teenage brat but a college student. At least Trev-- Speak of the devil. Her green eyes glinted with a mischievous twinkle, before she walked up to where he was and placed a quick kiss on his cheek as she took the empty seat beside him.

She could do that. She was Carina Deveaux after all.

"Way to text me Trev," she said, referencing to the fact that he hadn't contacted her to hang out with him. He was alone, that was weird for him too. He was such a lady magnet but Carina was observant. She had noticed a couple girls in the corner shooting her looks of daggers into her back as they saw her take the highly coveted spot beside Trevor Mathis himself. She resisted the urge to throw an immature smile in their direction because obviously they didn't understand the social hierarchy here. They were just things Trevor could amuse himself with. She was much more special than that, according to her egoistical self. She saw the shot in front of him and before he could take it, her hand found the cold glass and she tipped the alcohol down her throat. "You look depressed stud. You need to liven up!"

[TREVOR RYLAND MATHIS]

[/i]. Something so sour and something that sweet should never be combined because the ending was horrendous. At least, in his opinion it was. Just thinking of it caused bile to rise in the back of his throat. Coughing slightly, he grimaced slightly and thanked God that no one had seen his small outburst of disgust because it had literally come out of nowhere. He sighed once he felt himself settle down into a semi-relaxed state and his mouth ceased to taste of such a vile concoction. That was probably in thanks to the shot that he had washed it away with. Definitely a relief in his opinion. Dammit, if he didn't stop soon, he was going to make himself sick. Possibly almost as sick as the time he had tried his first pickled fig. Just the amount of effort it took to masticate the thing had been terrible. His mouth had seized up almost instantly upon tasting it and the end result hadn't been pretty. Definitely not something he ever wanted to relive.

Just as he was coming out of that memory, he was completely snapped back to reality when he heard a familiar voice patronizing him for not texting. Trevor lifted his head from the slumped condition it was as he felt the kiss on his cheek and heard the scrape of a bar stool being pulled back for someone to take a seat. Carina Deveaux. Thank God. Someone he knew. And a female someone at that. His ego was instantly stroked and he felt a hell of a lot better than he had moments before. In an odd way, he felt almost amazing, as if he were that guy Jensen Ackles who played Dean Winchester in Supernatural. He'd been told many times before that he looked like that guy but now he felt like it. However, he didn't know how the guy felt on a daily basis but, if he did, he knew that the guy had to feel pretty damn great. Shaking his head, he reached for his shot, only to have it taken right before his very eyes as Carina wrapped her slender fingers around the glass and downed it in one fell swoop. She told him that looked depressed and that he needed to liven up.

"Motherchucker!" he exclaimed in a slur as the words tumbled from his lips in a rush, tripping over themselves even. He hadn't even had that much to drink yet, had he? It had only been what...four shots so far? Maybe, he guessed. "Dammit, don't harsh my mellow." he grunted, signaling for a fresh shot as he looked at the female beside him. Having someone steal his drink was almost as bad as someone stealing his girl. However, the latter had never happened to him. "I don't have ties to you personally." he said in reference to her comment about him not texting her. "And, I'm not depressed." he said with a playful pout, his mouth quirking up after a short moment. When the new shot was passed to him, he grinned to himself softly and swiped it before she could, downing it quickly and slamming the glass on the table with a victorious sigh. "Now, how have you been, my darling?" he asked, turning on his charm almost instantly, as if by a switch.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/ul][/justify]

[CARINA ELISABETH DEVEAUX]

The shot of alcohol did nothing to her. Unlike some of the other girls she had seen throwing up and passing out at various parties over the past four years after one drink, Carina was no lightweight. She knew how to party when it was required of her, and she had never understood people who drank alone, such as how Trevor was doing now. Sorry Trevor, but that was just a wee bit loserish. Not like Carina was going to tell him, and he no longer was loserish anyways, because she was beside him. She snapped her finger impatiently at the bartender and ordered herself a drink. It looked like she had found entertainment tonight. E-Bar wasn't the most glamorous place here, but it would have to suffice. It was the company that mattered, not the location. And Trevor was always the most amusing company to have. She had met him through Ben (as she had met most of Ben's friends) and Trevor had gotten close to her through endless banters. He had gotten used to her sneaking into his room so she could spend the night with Ben and she had gotten used to his jokes and womanizing ways.

"You remember the Gossip Girl episodes I made you watch last year?" she said with a smile at the reference to the show. Her drink arrived and she took a small sip. "You are so depressed sweetie. You're sitting at a bar, drinking alone, and you haven't even tried to pick up the sluts in the back corner who've been eyeing you all night I'm going to assume. I've been here less than five minutes and they want to stab me in the back for sitting with you now." She gasped in a playful disbelief. "Has Mr. Mathis actually matured over the summer? Because the old one would definitely have been all over that." Her eyes twinkled, a smile still on her face as she took yet another sip of her vodka. She drew up a pout at Trevor's words. "I've been good. Spent all summer getting drunk with hot farm boys in boring Kentucky. Had to physically move everything in myself because my welcoming committee, as in you and your roommates, failed to show up and help me lift all those heavy boxes. I feel like I'm being ignored," she frowned, a pretty little frown, and took another drink. "Like, to the point where I thought you guys all died. But now I see I'm being left to fend for myself so you can sit in bars alone with no girls."

She actually had no idea what all those girls saw in Trevor. Sure he was hot - even she would have to admit that - but he was... Trev! She already despised the day she got drunk enough to sleep with him (she was expecting it to happen sooner or later). Sober, no. But hey, she had gotten drunk enough to sleep with Ollie, hadn't she? "I just saw Benny like, yesterday and I haven't even see Ol--" Oh God. She couldn't believe that she had let that thought cross her mind or his name almost cross her lips. She took a long gulp of her drink in order to remove it. Nope! She wasn't going to think about that, nope, nope! She focused on Trevor's eyes, but the damage was already done. That was why she had been avoiding going to their room lately. She just couldn't face the third musketeer yet. Stupid alcohol. It was always causing problems for her in the long run even if helped in the short while. At least it hadn't shown up on the stupid school gossip website yet. Hopefully everyone had been too wasted to notice anything going on between the two.

She snapped her fingers and ordered another drink once she realized the one she had was already gone. How had it disappeared that fast?