Worth a Shot (agent_tequila) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2018-01-27 03:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | azrael, tequila |
Who: Tequila and Azrael
When: Thursday evening
Where: Limbo in Ravenmoore
What: Cowboy shenanigans
Warnings: TBD
Even a bar owner needed a night out and away from his bar. He could have called up some others and went out bar hopping, but not tonight. While the idea of getting shit-faced and hungover was tempting, tonight would be different.
Tonight, Tequila was visiting a friend.
Azrael had told him he could have a free drink at his bar, right? Well, tonight Tequila was going to take up that offer. He hadn't been in his friend's bar and he had been curious on it. Azrael had seen his bar, after all. He'd even gotten tipsy! (Was making an angel tipsy or drunk an accomplishment? He could take it as one.) Now it was Tequila's turn to get drunk.
Arriving at the bar, he could see why Azrael preferred it. The outside held a sort of hazy atmosphere. It was quiet, that's for sure. The bricks were washed out. Even the bikes on the outside had muted tones to them.
Well, why not give 'em a proper, American greeting?
Opening the door a bit, he then kicked it wide open and let out a loud holler. "Well howdy! Ain't it just a peach jus' ta be in here!"
Looking around there were just a few patrons. They were either focused on their drinks or their pool game. One man did glare at Tequila, but he didn't say anything. Mighty nice of him to do, after all.
Walking to the counter, Tequila looked around, then called out, "Hey Azzy! Ya back there? Don't be shy! Ain'tcha gonna come give me a howdy?"