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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
2008-03-21 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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