Jace Caffrey (streetpunk) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2013-03-28 22:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2013 [03] march, charlie h., jace |
WHO: Jace and Charlie H.
WHEN: March 28th, 2020; late
WHERE: The Horsemen
WHAT: Drinking and talking
RATING: Medium.
Today was just another day, as far as he was concerned. Sure, Jace had been worried for Zach, but in that vague ‘hey, I kinda know you and it would suck for you to zombie out’ kind of way. They were mostly friends, or friendly at least, but it wasn’t like it had been Little Red or Maddie sitting in there. Mostly he had just hoped for the best and gone about his business, and now that Zach was out that hadn’t really changed his routine. It wasn’t really busy tonight, but he occupied his time jumping from conversation to conversation, and testing his eyesight when he got bored. He could see everything perfectly in the bar now, it was kind of weird in a really cool way. And painting with the new eyesight had been a trip. He’d done detail things he didn’t think he’d ever be able to do. He had almost painted one of the walls in The Horsemen because of it. But he didn’t think anyone really wanted his interpretation of The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse on the wall. It was a little grim, even for his taste. An idea better shelved than carried out. People coming in were also harder to escape his notice, though he’d never really been that bad at noticing when someone new walked in. Now it was almost impossible. Which was why he zeroed in on Charlie almost immediately. He let her get settled before he approached to ask what she wanted. He’d learned that people didn’t like to be jumped on, especially not in a bar. So he busied himself with a couple of other things, wasting time until he felt it was safe to amble over and lean his elbows on the bar, getting his face at her level, but careful not to crowd her. “What can I get for you?” he asked. “You look like you could use something strong. Heard about your brother though, Zach, so that’s cool.” Because sometimes social graces just downright escaped him, and most of the time he just didn’t give a damn. He had enough charm to compensate for it. |