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Daryl Dixon | The Walking Dead (little_dixon) wrote in makebelievelog,
@ 2012-10-12 21:26:00

Entry tags:

ariadne, daryl dixon

Who: Daryl, and OPEN
What: Much needed random interaction
When: Tonight
Where: The Roadhouse
Rating/Warnings: Usual language, TBD
Status: In Progress

Fridays were a big night down at the Roadhouse, not as big as the days when a tidal wave of noobs came into New Creandi compliments of their hosts, but big enough considering most everyone walking through that door was attempting to start their weekends off one way or another.

Time spent away from his 5 year old self gave Daryl the opportunity to dwell on grown up bullshit, think about what he had done this past year, who he had met and how much he'd had to live and work closely with a whole city, when he was just used to being around a select few and even that had been difficult.

Slinging a box of beer bottles up onto one of the last remaining sections of unused bar top, Daryl sliced it open and began removing the glass bottles. Yeah, he wasn't the social bee of the year and had definitely pissed a lot of people off, few he wished he hadn't.. but you could wish in one hand and crap in the other and see which one got filled first.

Squatting down he opened the fridge under the counter, careful of not getting into the other workers' ways too much and began restocking an almost completely empty fridge, shifting the cold ones to the front, the new to the back.

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redscarves
2012-10-17 06:30 pm UTC (link)

Ariadne had a Halloween party the next day, starting at seven, and she had spent most of her time after work preparing for it. Really, she had spent most of her free time had been spent on party prep. Arthur had helped with the decorations, both shopping and putting up, which had been a great help. Still, she had tried to tackle most of the food herself.

That was why, when it came time for dinner, the idea of cooking made her groan. She knew of The Roadhouse and the fact that those who had been kidnapped drank/ate free there and, since she had only gone once before (when they had decorated for Halloween,) she decided to give it a try. It wasn't exactly going out for dinner, but it was close enough and she wouldn't have to cook.

She found herself rethinking that plan after entering, realizing that (of course) a Friday night was busy. She hesitated near a corner of the counter, looking around to see if there was an an empty seat anywhere nearby. Maybe she should've given more thought to getting takeout.

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little_dixon
2012-10-20 04:19 am UTC (link)

The fridge full Daryl stood up, lifting the much lighter box up onto the counter, though a few unopened beer bottles still remained in it.

Noting the lady standing in front of him on opposite side of the bar looking like she fully intended on running away from the havoc that was the Roadhouse, Daryl nodded over at her. "You used to have a little you hanging round here." He stated, watching her evenly. "Adriatic, right?"

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