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Tweak says, "¡Ay, caramba!"

captain james t. kirk (buckleup) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-04-18 03:47:00

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WHO: James T. Kirk + Jo Harvelle
WHERE: Harvelle's Roadhouse
WHEN: late afternoon, close to evening
WHAT: drinks, of course
RATING: PG-13 for language
STATUS: in progress...

Kirk needed a drink. He seemed to need it a lot these days, almost as often as he had in his days before the Academy, but he didn't have much here. He'd had a small crew at one point, a crew who had successfully pulled their resources together with aid of a few friends outside their ranks and had discovered Colligo's second moon; a crew that was now gone. Everyone left. Kirk wasn't angry about them being taken— if anything, he was happy that they were sent home and away from this dreadful place that did things to them like poison the water and send anonymous Easter baskets that were more than likely poisoned as well. (He wasn't sure, he hadn't bothered to try and had just trashed the thing.) It didn't change the fact that he was, once again, alone.

As much as he acted like an unfeeling bastard who didn't care whether he was in good company or sitting in a corner with only himself for company, Kirk didn't like being alone. He had friends here, yes, but it wasn't the same. He didn't trust easily and there was so much about who he was that was tied into where he came from and there was no-one here who shared those ties. A man could have all the companions in the world and still feel like the loneliest man on the planet in the absence of all that.

God, he hated thinking about all that. It just pushed him further into his neverending self-pity fest. Which is why he needed a drink to make his mind shut up and focus on something less serious, less depressing.

"Shot of Jack."

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reoismyantidrug
2010-04-18 04:38 pm UTC (link)

If Jo Harvelle had any idea of who the man who just asked for the shot of jack was, or that they were feeling very much so in the same fashion, she may have been the first to strike up a conversation. The bar had people in it, and she was going through the motions with serving them and flashing a smile, but hey, nobody faked it like Joanna Beth Harvelle. She'd been doing it since she was ten. Today was no different, even if she didn't know what was going on around her where her best friend was concerned. Then again, Claire was female... and Jo had a good idea about what needed to be talked about when it came to females and Dean Winchester. Jo just wasn't sure she could fake it this time... didn't mean she wouldn't give it the old college try. She didn't expect much from it, but she'd try.

"Shot of jack coming right up." In fact... a shot of jack sounded damn good right about then and, well, it was her bar. She couldn't get fired for drinking on the job and she could hold her liquor like a grown man. So after she poured him a shot, she poured herself one. "Cheers." Raising her glass towards him, she gave him a nod and then threw back the shot like a pro. She grew up in bars like this, so anyone who knew her wouldn't have thought it strange at all. Those who didn't, however, well, that was left up for them to debate amongst themselves. Jo didn't give two flying shits what they thought of her. At least, that's the demeanor she gave off.

"You want another one, just say the word. You look like you needed it so first one's on the house." Jo's way of welcoming new customers who looked like they needed a break. And this guy, well... Jo wasn't a pro bartender for nothing. She could spot the ones like her a mile away. And he wasn't even trying to hide it.

Just made her job easier.

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