Who: Howard & Gil What: Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker When: Thursday evening Where: Some bar, somewhere Rating: PG-13 for language Status: In Progress
Without a doubt, it had been one of the lousiest weeks Howard could remember during his time in the carnival. Money was tight, but he had enough stored away that a night of drinking wouldn't break him. Even if that had been a possibility, he thought the night out was worth it. The atmosphere of the carnival was too stifling and honestly, if he had to look at Renard's smug face one more time that day, he was likely to quit and walk out of the place, regrets be damned.
Drinking would be a toast to them getting the hell out of dodge.
He was surprised to see Gil at the bar, a seedy little place that looked like it entertained men out of the back -- Howard was so exhausted that not even that was more enticing than the idea of getting so drunk he'd have to crawl back to his trailer on hands and knees and hope to god that he ended up in the right one this time around. That little incident had been very awkward to try and explain to Evelyn the next morning.
He shook those thoughts from his head and tapped Gil on the shoulder, towering behind him like an omen of death. "What's a proper lady like you doing in a joint like this?"