tess harkin. (fallacy) wrote in casefile, @ 2018-04-16 18:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: mitch dorfman, character: tess harkin, narration: log/thread, player: holly, player: kate |
WHO: Tess Harkin & Mitch Dorfman
WHAT: Tess goes for drinks and finds an influx of out-of-towners.
WHEN: Some point over the past weekend since the Film Crew’s arrival.
WHERE: Last Shot
WARNINGS: None
Tess shoved her way through the crowd up to the bar. It was crowded tonight, unpleasantly so, to Tess anyway. She preferred getting a corner booth and drinking till Mitch came and rounded up her keys and then walking home. But right now the corner booth was filled with three women who were sunburned from standing around all day trying to get a peek at the celebrities. They were celebrities right? Tess wasn’t very sure. The filming seemed to have brought some nosey folks from around the state. Or at least the county. And there was nothing worse than podunk people who weren’t from your own podunk town. Tess leaned her elbows on the bar peering down and waving Mitch over. It was less sad to get drunk in a full bar than an empty bar right? Her therapist would be proud. This upswing in traffic, mildly inconvenient as it was at times wouldn’t last forever. At least that was what Mitch kept telling himself. Would it be better if these people traipsing through had nothing to do with the film adaptation of a book that he hadn’t been thrilled to see in stores? Sure. But you couldn’t get everything you wanted in life. He noticed the waving hand and took a step before he realized it was a regular. “You’re lucky I saw you way down here,” he informed Tess. Whether this was a crack at her height or a vague comment on the current state of his bar was anyone’s guess. “What can I get you?” Tess made a face, “This place is packed,” she said needlessly. “Get me whatever you’ve got on tap, that local shit.” “A stranger is just a friend you haven’t met yet,” he offered unhelpfully before he reached for a clean glass and filled it. He smiled before placing a coaster down and then the glass. “The local shit.” “You own a business, everyone’s your friend if they’ve got a wallet,” Tess said, unimpressed with the platitude. She took a long drink, before setting it back down. “You think it’s gonna keep up like this?” “That makes me sound cheap,” Mitch sounded more amused than offended. “But you have a wallet so …” He poured another drink for someone further down the counter before answering her question. “For a little while at least, people will lose interest eventually.” Tess winked at him, “The basis to a good relationship, money and honesty.” She took another drink, frowning as a man edged up to the bar next to her to ask for some shots. “I hope so, I don’t live here so I can feel like I’m in LA.” Mitch laghed. “Can’t argue with that.” Setting up the shots took a few seconds, during which it would have been pointless to schmooze with the man who had ordered them. He was already deep in conversation with the woman to his left. “I don’t know what you mean, I thought most people came here for the party atmosphere and the balmy weather.” He offered sarcastically. “And the beach,” Tess deadpanned. She took another drink and eyeballed him, “You’re not gonna let them film here are you?” “No,” he shook his head as he looked down at the counter. As his gaze leveled he eyed her thoughtfully. “Not a fan of the project and somehow I doubt whatever compensation they offered would be worth that hassle.” Tess finished off her drink with a smile, “Bless you. I couldn’t deal with the pilgrimages it might inspire. Once is bad enough.” She set her glass down, wincing as she took an elbow to the back. “Alright man, I’m gonna do some home drinking this sucks.” “I do what I can,” Mitch replied before his attention was diverted as someone waved further down the bar. Great. More shots. “Enjoy your unsociable night in.” He offered before walking away. Tess gave him a loose salute and ducked away from the bar, disappearing into the crowd. |