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noli timere messorem ([info]defyuntildeath) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2017-02-12 17:08:00

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Entry tags:kali, loki

Well, I woke up this morning, and I got myself a beer
Who: Nishka and Jayati
What: drinking and talking, the usual
When 2/11 4PM
Where: The Last Stop
Rating: PG-13 at leat probably for language



Jayati was familiar with bar going types, though each different sort of bar attracted a different bunch of people. People who were at a bar to drink (especially alone) at 4pm usually fell into a few categories; social anxiety type who wanted to drink but couldn't deal with the crowds of nighttime, the type who hated their home and didn't want to be there even when they had no jobs and bored people who tended to need alcohol when they were idle.

Of course, the fact that it was a Saturday changed things a bit, along with if it was a cop bar or criminal one. The Last Stop was neither of those things, though there were a few plain clothes that came in after shift and more than a few who ran in the circles she used to. She stayed out of both groups ways and didn't interfere, the local chop shop and small time thieves were none of her business as far as she was concerned.

Still. She liked the bar at 4PM, it wasn't too busy, the people tended to not be overly rowdy, and they usually were the type to know exactly what they wanted already. So overall, she was in a good mood. Better, when she saw Nishka come in. The two had started off their acquaintance in an unusual way, but it had settled into if not friendship(although it was close, if nothing else because there was a level of trust between them) then at least a solid sort of respect and rapport between them.



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[info]defyuntildeath
2017-02-17 06:13 pm UTC (link)
As a friend she should probably be worried about Nishka using liquor as therapy, though she was by no means the only regular to do that. But it definitely didn't seem to be helping her mood.

Jayati rolled her neck across her shoulders while she cracked her knuckles and gathered her thoughts, "Just don't accept things you shouldn't just because you're lonely, don't let the justifications outweigh the benefits." She took a deep breath, "If he can't then fuck 'em, but you might as well enjoy it now right?"

Her gaze settled on the doorway and the bit of light that shined through the sides, "The only person I was ever really tits over heels in love with said he accepted me, and it ended with me having to cut 99% of my ties, leave my home state I loved and change my name. But you know what," She looked at Nishka with steel in her eyes, "I don't regret it, take the happiness that comes even if it's temporary." There was nothing but conviction and sincerity in her words, belief never wavering in what she said.

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[info]nishka
2017-02-17 06:35 pm UTC (link)
Slowly, a smile crept over her lips, and this time it reached her eyes. “I am happy,” she said. “He makes me feel…well, it’s hard to describe.” She looked down at her glass, toying with it against the bar. “I’ve never been with anyone like him before.” And that right there was why she was so terrified to lose him. And why, when she couldn’t be with him, it hurt more than she would admit to. Especially to him.

“Also, my cat likes him, so I guess he can stay,” she added with a chuckle, downing the last of her drink. She fished in her pocket for her credit card and put it on the bar with a sigh. “I should go…I have to work in the morning. I think…tomorrow I’m going to get some takeout and watch a movie with my cat and just…pretend it’s like any other day.” Valentine’s Day was a made up holiday anyway. Fuck Valentine’s Day.

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