Who: Forge, OTA When: Sunday evening Where: The Island Bar What: Forge is unwinding after an overly long day of working Jonathan bellied up to the bar for a much needed drink, leaning his elbows onto the bar top with a slow sigh. Sixteen hours of work and the resident mechanical genius wanted nothing more than to drop into bed, sadly his head was still buzzing with all that needed to be done. That was when a nice double shot of whiskey on the rocks helped move things along nicely. His hands had been scrubbed, but still bits of grease could be seen under and around his nails, the sleeves of his old worn button down were rolled up to his elbows. He ordered his drink of choice before he sank his face into his palms, exhaling a slow breath of air.
He doubted Shy would bother him here, paranoid as the boy was, though he did wonder if the technopath was going to wake him up every few hours, insisting Forge get up and fix his 'friends' immediately. The dark skinned male momentarily considered camping out in an uncultivated area of Revolve just to get some well deserved sleep, but rather quickly dismissed the idea. Knowing Shy, the boy would find a way to use nearest speaker and amplify the volume twenty fold to wake him and half the island up in the process. The kid had utterly no concept of respect.
"Thank you," Forge's deep tone flowed from his lips as the whiskey was delivered to him. One metallic and one weather worn hand wrapped around the cool glass. It was a comforting feeling, and he only prayed the amber liquid within would help him to relax. He took in a slow breath, inhaling the scent of the liquor before slowly sipping, enjoying the mix of flavors and the mild burn as it slid down his throat. Dark eyes remained closed as he savored the lingering sensations of his favorite drink. Slowly he exhaled, a mild hum leaving his throat with his breath. That was the way to end the day.
He licked his lips and settled more easily atop his stool, hooded gaze moving slowly over the bar. He lightly spun the whiskey in his glass, attempting to let the tension melt out of his shoulders and his breathing to grow deeper and slow. A drink and then bed, or so he hoped. Tomorrow would come far too early and he would have far too much work before him for not just the next day or week, but for the next few months. He smoothed his long hair back as he took comfort in the fact that he would, at least, had the perfect excuse to correct the bugs in the now destroyed Blocks as he rebuilt them. he would have more fun with that than he likely had a right to.