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wow (flirty) wrote in genome_project,
@ 2012-07-14 21:34:00

Entry tags:

july 2012, megan grant, scout collins

Who: Megan Grant & Scout Collins
What: stuff.
When: Midday, Saturday
Where: On the Rocks
Rating: low-ish. Might have swears. *earmuffs*

He was at work. Early. Or early for Scout, who preferred to sleep until the sun had passed its zenith. But Ian had wanted him to come in and prep the bar for later. Saturday night was when everyone and their alcoholic mother went out on the town, hoping to get sloshed or score, or both. It was much more exciting to work during the rush, rather than hours before it, Scout was finding. He figured this was some kind of punishment on Ian's part. For what exactly, he didn't know, but, well, if he'd been Ian's boss, he'd probably have done the same thing. He, however, would have at least had the courtesy to come sit at the long, mahogany bar and badger his suffering brother, rather than leave to "run errands." But, that was Ian for you. So thoughtless.

Stifling a yawn, he scanned the close-quartered room as he stocked the most popular liquors under the bar for easy reach. The usual smattering of ne'er-do-wells sat scattered around, everyone sitting by himself at a booth or resting her head on the bar. Scout dropped his eyes and sighed inwardly, taking the rag from the cloudy sanitary bucket at his feet. He wrung it out slowly, before deciding he didn't want to wipe anything down again. No. What he wanted, actually, was a drink. That wasy easily remedied.

There was a half-full bottle of Grey Goose within arm's reach. Scout fetched it up and eyeballed himself a shot into a glass. He capped the vodka and replaced it. Then, without flourish, he took up the shotglass and emptied it in a quick, well-practiced motion.

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ipaintmysoul
2012-07-15 04:23 am UTC (link)

While the museum was still open, Megan had managed to always have her weekends off. Saturdays and Sundays she was blissfully free. Mostly she used the time to paint, since she often had the place to herself anyway. (Ian was a hard worker) but today, she'd woken up late and without inspiration. She'd stared at a blank sketchbook for quite some time before deciding to go out. Or, more specifically, to go both Ian at work. When he wasn't home, she could usually find him at On the Rocks, though she didn't do it often. She typically could occupy herself just fine without him, but it seemed like a nice, bored girlfriend sort of thing to do, so there you have it.

She had just silently slipped into the place and taken a seat at the bar when Scout downed his shot. Well that was odd. No Ian in sight. And from what she'd heard, it was rare for Scout to be there this early. Not that this was early, but from what she could tell, he didn't seem like an early riser, and anecdoted from Ian supported this assumption. She clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth. "It's a little early to be drinking on the job, isn't it?"

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flirty
2012-07-15 05:08 am UTC (link)

The burning sensation grew in Scout's throat as the vodka made its way to his stomach. Scout shook his head lightly, squeezing his eyes shut. Then a familiar, unfamiliar voice met his ears. He opened his eyes. Megan. He smiled easily, sliding the glass down the bar and out of the way. - Just as he moved in to lean against the bar he remembered Ian's texts. She was his girlfriend. Not his neighbor, as she'd told him.

"What I don't understand," he began, "Is how one in the afternoon is late to wake up, but too early to drink. Does that make sense to you?"

Scout raised his eyebrows at the girl. He didn't know why she'd decided not to tell him about Ian; certainly she'd understand then why he chose not to tell her he knew.

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ipaintmysoul
2012-07-15 05:31 am UTC (link)

It was simple, really. She had been trying to figure him out, and it was just that people's behavior changes when they think you belong to someone else, in a sense. She had simply wanted to figure him out on an even sort of playing field. Nothing sinister. Really. Well, and they'd sort of flirted, which would sort of be bad on her part considering she really did have a boyfriend, who happened to be Ian. Flirting was sort of innocent, for the most part. But still.

"I couldn't really say," she replied with a shrug, "But, assuming that you hear both sentiments often, I'm going to have to guess that you probably only woke up recently, and can't have been here long enough to be taking shots, am I right?"

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flirty
2012-07-15 11:37 pm UTC (link)

In that case, the same goes for Scout - he wasn't telling her because he was trying to figure her out, which is kind of the truth. He was attempting to decipher the meanings behind her actions by withholding his own. Makes perfect sense. Either way, he was no long the innocent party and he didn't really care much; he was going to keep flirting with Megan, because he wanted to.

After giving Megan a deadpan look, Scout raised his eyebrows. "And who are you to say what's 'long enough' and what isn't?"

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	ipaintmysoul 2012-07-16 05:23 pm UTC (link)
	And she would probably keep flirting because it was fun, and, well, if he was going to keep doing it, so was she. It would be rude to leave him hanging, anyway. She shrugged, "I'm not, I'm just trying to figure out what drives a person to start drinking when their day has hardly even begun." It was curiosity, not concern. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	flirty 2012-07-16 06:49 pm UTC (link)
	"You were," corrected Scout, returning the shrug. He raised his eyebrows again, pushing himself off the bar. He moved the discarded shotglass to the sink behind him, and glanced over his shoulder. "What makes you think there's a reason outside of me wanting to?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ipaintmysoul
2012-07-17 01:56 am UTC (link)

"No," She insisted, "I still am, since I'm still working on it. You like to answer questions with questions, don't you?" Megan rested her elbows on the bar and cupped her face in her hands. "I'm not sure. I don't think you would tell me even if that were the case."

She tilted her head a little when he glanced back at her, "You're a terrible bartender, by the way. You haven't even offered me a drink."

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flirty
2012-07-17 04:42 am UTC (link)

"It's called Socratic questioning," Scout told his brother's girlfriend, giving her his best 'very knowledgeable' look. "But you're right. I wouldn't. The reasons I drink are very personal and private, and obviously have nothing to do with wanting to."

At her reminder that she was, in fact, a customer, he laughed. "Ian only hired me for my pretty face. Do you want a drink, then?" He walked back to the bar and looked down at the girl where she sat, head tilted. He smiled.

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ipaintmysoul
2012-07-18 02:00 am UTC (link)

Megan scrunched up her face, "We didn't touch on Socrates much in art school." She didn't much care for those Geek philosophers anyway. Or Philosophy in general. Too many questions raised, not a lot of problems solved. She liked clear cut answers, except when it came to art. And even then, she interpreted things in a way that became a solvable riddle for her.

That was more of an answer than she was hoping for, "I see." She replied simply, with a short nod, "Spoken like a true alcoholic."

"That doesn't sound like him at all." She raised her eyebrows at him, but nodded in reference to his question, "Obviously."

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flirty
2012-07-18 02:54 am UTC (link)

Scout gave a bow at Megan's words 'spoken like a true alcoholic,' grinning as he did so. He didn't consider himself an alcoholic, in truth, though he did drank quite a lot. He was in control of himself, however, and that was the key difference. Scout didn't stumble around drunk or blackout. To him that was all that mattered.

"Well, if you want me to get a drink for you, I need to know what you'd like," he said.

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	ipaintmysoul 2012-07-18 03:09 am UTC (link)
	Laughing lightly at his bow, Megan shifted a little on her barstool. She sat a little straighter and gave a small shrug. "I'm not particular. You can surprise me." There wasn't much she wouldn't drink. She had tasted the worst and the best in the world of alcohol, and still prefered cheap beer. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

flirty
2012-07-18 03:26 am UTC (link)

Surprise her, hm? Scout smiled mischievously as he turned to face the wall behind the bar. It was stacked high with bottles of all shapes and sizes, filled with varying amounts of an array of liquors. He 'hmm'd a few times, making a show of choosing, before finally picking out a bottle of Scapa single malt whiskey. He fetched up its accompanying glass and poured Megan a dram. "Surprise."

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	ipaintmysoul 2012-07-19 02:09 am UTC (link)
	Megan raised both eyebrows at the glass in front of her. "Fancy." She picked it up and gave it a tentative sip, "Good choice," she said decidedly. "Interesting choice, actually," she added. Expensive. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	flirty 2012-07-19 10:00 pm UTC (link)
	Expensive if one paid for drinks, maybe. It was free in Scout's book, so he gave not one fuck as to its price. "Interesting how?" He asked the girl, after watching her sip the chosen whiskey. He opened the cooler beneath the bar and extracted a can of Budweiser. He set it on the bar, where it immediately began to sweat. "There's also this." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ipaintmysoul
2012-07-21 02:08 am UTC (link)

"Well, it's not cheap. I don't think--and I'm just assuming--that you throw this stuff around casually gor just anyone." Not that she was feeling special, or anything. She didn't think she had reason to feel special.

Megan eyed the beer cautiously. Was this some kind of test? "That is more my speed," she admitted, "But I don't think it will suffice after this." She nursed the whiskey in the glass in front of her to make a point.

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	flirty 2012-07-26 08:56 pm UTC (link)
	Scout laughed at the pointed sip of whiskey. He popped the can open himself after giving her a 'suit yourself' kind of shrug. After taking a swig of it, he looked down at her. "Well, you are my one conscious customer," he told her. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ipaintmysoul 2012-07-27 04:47 am UTC (link)
	"The only one?" She gave him a look of exaggerated surprise. She could believe it. Dating Ian had sort of taught her waht was good and what wasn't. She didn't always use this knowledge, but she had it stored away for when she needed it. (Reply to this) (Parent)