Chris Argent (argentum) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2023-02-06 11:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, chris argent (argentum), marcel gerard (klauss_son_ish), ~2023 february |
Who: Chris Argent and Open
What: Just a bit of thinking
When: Backdated to Sunday evening
Where: The White Wyrm
Warnings: TBA
Status: Open/On-going
Chris wasn't a man prone to dwelling on how long he'd been in town -- though he'd readily acknowledge it -- so when the realization of just how long he'd been there had hit him late that afternoon, midway through a shift at work, it'd caught him off-guard for a moment. He'd shrugged it off, pushing it to the back of his mind -- he'd think about it later.
And later came that night, in the form of him at what'd become his favorite bar, working on a beer as he watched the people thoughtfully. How many of them were people he knew, and how many of them were people he'd known but no longer did? Madison Valley was complicated like that, and despite the fact that sometimes it was possible to pick up friendships again despite the new differences -- himself and Jo, Jill and Alex, Johanna and Jo, Johanna and Daisy, he could think of others if he stopped to think about it, he was sure -- it never stopped being bittersweet at best.
But that was easy enough to deal with, in the face of how different life was for so many people who deserved it. Chris was the last person anybody would call an optimist, but even he could be grateful for that.
He nodded idly to the bartender as the man set another beer in front of him; he was enough of a fixture at the Wyrm that most of the staff knew his likes and dislikes, so he trusted that whatever it was -- because Andy tended to screw with the customers that way sometimes -- was something he actually liked.
Not a place most people would expect him to spend his time, but maybe that was what he liked about it. Shaking away his thoughts, he turned his attention back to the drink in front of him for a moment.