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Tweak says, "I'm feeling fat and sassy!"

Connor Morgan (ties_that_bind) wrote in lineof_fire_rpg,
@ 2008-03-19 23:02:00

Jiggy With It
Who: "Jason" (

ties_that_bind)
What: Drinking?
Where: random pub
When: towards the weekend
Rating: PG - 13 to R (For strong language and lude comments)
Open? To all

Jason (aka Connor), had been on the downside for a week or so, relaxing, or at least trying too, since he had had no contracts. It was nice, but he was not used to being so still. He was a mover, always on the go. Carly had called him home, once again, and so he came, never asking why, just spoiling her as usual. Near iridescent blues kept contact on the mirror behind the bar, watching the comings and goings of different patrons, never missing a beat. A nod was given to the tender as a whiskey was placed next to his pint of Guinness, easily taken and tossed back, a soft sigh as glass was spun on palm, flipped upside down and set on the rim, upside down, the start of a glass pyramid.

Tongue swept lips as he packed his cigarettes, finally tapping out one, zippo quickly brought out and ignited, the cherry glowing as he inhaled deeply, blowing out rings. Pad of thumb was chewed on as he glanced back to the mirror, staring at himself for the briefest of moments. He wasn't the most handsome male out there, but he wasn't exactly ugly. Boy next door, maybe? Ink'd and scarred, his gaze always void of any emotion, he was one that tended to be unreadable, unless you were a close friend, or family. Worn blue jeans, typical short sleeved black t-shirt, his pea coat dangling on the back of his stool, his gun? Hidden from view. Never leave home without it.

Nose gave twitch slight as he sniffled, taking out his thumb and replacing it with the butt of the cigarette, motioning for the tender to supply him with another Dewar's. He preferred some good old fashioned Irish Whiskey, but it would seem this local pub didn't provide it, or he wasn't that well known yet. Nodding in thanks, he tossed back the shot, chasing it with ease, with the Guinness, the butt quickly replaced once more, inhaling, a slow shake of his head. "This bloody blows." Muttered softly under his breath, heel of hand rubbing into his eyes.

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backoff_bitches
2008-03-20 04:51 am UTC (link)

Bianca was never particularly one to go out drinking or for a social evening. She threw herself into her work, and left very little time for friends. A lot of that could be traced back to the events that had fallen after her first few years in Boston, but she just would rather not think about those times ever again. Her staff had begun to work out a more normal schedule, and while she wanted to be at her clinic at all times, she realized nobody could really work with her fussing over them.

Having left the clinic some twenty minutes earlier, she walked down the streets, heading home, but in no particular hurry. Her eyes darted toward a bar that glowed an 'open' sign, and she figured, why the hell not? A drink never hurt anybody, and it was about time she actually got a little bit of time to herself. Walking in, she glanced around before settling on a stool that was a couple down from a lone man sitting there. She shrugged off her jacket, leaving her in her jeans and button up green shirt. "Glass of Merlot, please." She asked the bartender, leaning her elbow on the bar top and rest her chin in the palm of her hand.

Glancing to her right when the man beside her spoke, she would normally just mind her own business and keep to herself, but she had nothing to lose, and the worst he could tell her was exactly that. "Bad day?" She ventured, perching a brow at the stranger.

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ties_that_bind
2008-03-20 07:28 pm UTC (link)

Jason watched the gingernut walk through the door, looking weary as he felt, though for obvious reasons, very different. Squashing the cigarette in the ashtray, as she ordered a glass of wine, brows shot up as he glanced towards her. A glass of bleedin wine in a pub? Oye, he had now heard it all. A glass of whiskey was set infront of him, the amber liquid gone in seconds, spun and set upside down, he was pulling out another butt to light.

Hearing the soft voice, he looked around him to make sure that it was he that was being spoke too, singular brow rising slightly, think lips to form a smirk around the butt as hand cupped the end carefully to ignite the cherry once more. Zippo flicked shut, the blues finally lifted to cast a glance upon her, dismissing her as easily as he looked to her. "Maybe not as bad as yer's, aye?" Accent thick enough to know he had not been in the States long enough to lighten it, but long enough to take the edge out.

Head cocked to the side as he looked to her once more, side view at that, vacant eyes wandering over her, then attention back to the two glasses being set down before them; wine and whiskey. "Ye' never see a lass ordering wine back home." A wry grin as he demolished the next glass of whiskey.

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backoff_bitches
2008-03-21 12:28 am UTC (link)

Bianca ran her fingers along the curve of her jaw, something she tended to idly do when she was tired or had her mind on other things. Her hazel eyes scanned about the bar, as if she might be looking for someone she didn't want to spring up on her. She wasn't a fan of surprises, at least not lately.

A soft smile curved her lips at his question, and she nodded. "Ah, yeah." She shrugged it off, trying to leave her work back at the office. It was exhausting work, and one that left her with very little time for a social life. Truthfully, she preferred that, but she was trying to get out more at this point. She smiled a little, noting his accent. While she lacked the native Boston accent, she didn't have a typical New York accent either, as her parents had been very fussy about her sounding proper.

Thanking the bar tender as he left her glass of wine in front of her, she perched a brow at the man next to her, smirking a little as she did so. "Yeah...well, I start slowly." She said, raising her glass toward him before she took a sip of the crimson liquid. She didn't drink much these days, as she was typically on call, but tonight she might be persuaded to drink a little more than her one or two glasses of wine. "And where is home?" Bianca ventured, giving him a little nod. "Your accent isn't from Boston." She gave him a friendly smile and cocked her head to the side as she placed her glass back on the bar top.

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ties_that_bind
2008-03-21 12:48 am UTC (link)

"Starting off slowly? Is there really such a thing?". Slow wasn't in Jason's vocabulary. He'd been on the move since his first breath. Sadly enough, he tended to scare the hell out of people because he was too quiet. To him, the shadows were his friends. It was amazing at what people lacked seeing. Like the way she glanced around, as if she was expecting someone to jump out at her and yell, "BOO!" at her.

Chewing on his thumb once more, a habbit that he would never break, he chuckled softly at her question. "Brighton, England.". He got the question a lot, so wasn't surprised when it surfaced here. Turning slightly towards her, he was careful to blow his smoke away from her, a gentleman in some cases. "Well, if'n yeh jus' gettin started, let me be tha first tae buy tha next round?"

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backoff_bitches
2008-03-21 04:50 am UTC (link)

Bianca chuckled a little and nodded, her fingers rolling around the rim of her glass. "Well, sometimes there is." She said, giving him a look as she pouted out her lips a little bit. She glanced toward his whiskey and smiled. "We can't all start out with the good stuff right off the bat." Glass raising to her lips again, she swallowed another couple of sips before dragging her fingertips over her lips to collect the extra droplets of the wine there.

Bianca smiled at his admission of where he was from, and gave a single nod. "I would have guessed somewhere in England." She said, smiling a little bit as he rambled on in his accent. "I'd be amendable to that." She said, nodding as she finished the last couple of sips in her glass. "So, I guess my question is do you pick the liquor or do I?" She just might have been having the slightest bit of fun, but wasn't sure if he'd go easy on her when it came to the alcohol.

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ties_that_bind
2008-03-24 03:59 am UTC (link)

"Why not? Never settle for anything less than the best." He gave a slight shrug of his shoulders. Jason believed in living for the moment, because you never knew when someone would take you down. So why live in a shadow? You needed to live like there was no tomorrow. Thumb rubbed along lower lip, teeth occasionally biting the pad, a force of habbit really as he watched her, easy to see he was studying her quietly. When she agreed to let him buy her a drink, he nodded and grinned, hand dropping to the butt resting on the ashtray, a sniff given.

She was right on her thinking. Jason was a drinker, he could drink nearly anyone under the table, the Irish included. He and Scott, a friend of his, who he had no clue was Murphy at the moment, was an equal to him. Tongue made a slow sweep of tiers, a slow grin forming as thumb found its way back to bottom lip. "Maybe, yeh out tae pick, dove. Ladies first, right?"

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