Repose

Who: Jack & Holly
What: A visit
Where: Evan Peel Bar
When: This weekend
Warnings/Rating: Should be fine

Holly arrived at the bar in jeans, flannel, and a cap. Noah was off delivering pizzas, and Holly had a little bit of time to kill, and he thought why not?. I mean, he might get a candy dish out of it, and maybe it would be worth something on the market. Okay, yeah, that was materialistic and mercenary, but that was just who he was. And, you know, practically, he didn't want Noah to have to bring in all the money. The divorce settlement allotted all his army pay to Bea, and the store sucked money up and didn't actually bring anything in. The cam money was all he brought to the table, and that wasn't nearly as profitable as it had been when he'd done private shows. So, yeah, he would totally sell the candy dish, and he would feel zero guilt about doing so.

And Holly didn't drink, not as a rule, but he was hitting his Juul pretty hard as he entered the weirdly posh bar. Blame going back to work, right? And what were they going to do? Fire him? Hah. Unlikely, so he chilled himself out on every inhale, and he found a spot at the bar and thought about moving in with Noah. Like, really moving in with the guy. It was something to look forward to, you know, now that the shadow of work was hanging over his head again. He kinda almost considered thanking Adrian for getting him shot in the first place, because the time off had been amazing, but it also made going back to the grind kinda difficult.

Anyway, he ordered a soda and told the bartender it was on the owner. And, okay, the bartender looked skeptical, so Holly turned on the stool he'd claimed, and he scanned the room for the owner of the joint.