not_indie_jones (not_indie_jones) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-05-16 12:14:00 |
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WHO : Chris Martin, Albert Jones
WHAT : Albert and Chris have a man date with Jack whiskey.
WHERE : Pearson's Pub
WHEN : Evening after the Tibbits-Jones-Pace-Martin war, a result of this text.
STATUS : Thread/Complete.
RATING : PG.
It was rare that he ventured into Pearson's, and it had been at least... well, not since he's taken Macy out around her twenty-first birthday. Smoke had long since been banned on indoor spaces, and it lacked the seedier atmosphere that one would have expected of an American bar, especially if one only went by the movies. The televisions were playing overhead, the closed captions running simultaneously as the multiple sports reels played their various highlights, the muffled noise of the ambient music playing over the various clinking glasses.
Chris wasn't hard to find, his dark head visible over the line of booths. Albert slid in on the opposite end of the table, the vinyl seat creaking in a way that Jamie used to find untolerably amusing. As he settled, Albert took slight inventory of Chris' rather haggard and frayed appearance. They'd spent little time together socially, but there was no reason why he shouldn't have felt some degree of concern. Chris was only a decade younger, (or maybe a decade and a half, how old was he anyway? he looked young) but Albert still felt the same discomfort and sympathy he would for Macy. Both were grown, but both still needed help from time to time.