jim hopper (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bigdadenergy) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} dunwichgame,@ 2025-04-03 21:10:00 |
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Todash was a little too his place lately, the looks he got when he walked in meant they knew he was spending too much time there. Fortunately there was more than one good place to get a drink nowadays, and Bon Temps was good for it. He'd found his way there just after work and hadnt left yet. Not that he was tanked or anything - opposite, really. He'd finished the first one quick, but the second one sat in front of him still as he tapped his fingers relentlessly against the glass in some kinda rhythm, maybe a song or something.
He was clearly lost in his own thoughts and had been for hours yet. Finally he lifted the glass and reached the bottom of it, only getting a few watered down drips of mostly melted ice that carried the last remnants of scotch to him. He sighed and set the glass down, pushing it back towards the bar. Out of his reverie, he realized he was pretty much alone aside from Rogue, the bartender with the big hair and bigger accent.
"Have I overstayed my welcome? Or can I get another?"
He was clearly lost in his own thoughts and had been for hours yet. Finally he lifted the glass and reached the bottom of it, only getting a few watered down drips of mostly melted ice that carried the last remnants of scotch to him. He sighed and set the glass down, pushing it back towards the bar. Out of his reverie, he realized he was pretty much alone aside from Rogue, the bartender with the big hair and bigger accent.
"Have I overstayed my welcome? Or can I get another?"