Who: Idris and Vanessa What: Staying in at night is getting to be far too boring, so Idris decides to check out a local pub... Where: Muldoon's, downtown Newport Beach When: 10:17 P.M., July 29th, 2011. Warnings: Slight foul language, but otherwise nothing else as of yet. Notes: None as of yet.
Work had been a pain in the ass this past week, to say the least. Idris was more than happy to leave Friday afternoon after he'd gone through a stack of new invoices for what seemed to be the fifth time. It wasn't that he was a slacker--well, all right, he could be, but hadn't he managed his own dealership for how many years? It was only that simply getting out and about was definitely foremost in his frame of mind the entire drive home. Other than taking care of menial activities such as grocery shopping and finally, finally! finishing unpacking, he hadn't had much time for himself since moving to California. Well, that was about to change tonight, even if the only thing that happened was a nice glass of whatever available ASAP in his hand. The sooner, the better.
Idris, in a bad mood? No, certainly not. But you couldn't blame a man for wanting to get out of the confines of the daily grind at least once in awhile.
While Idris wasn't big into surfing the internet (unless he was really, REALLY bored, and then he mostly played Farmville--hey, in his defense, his sheep always stayed fed and the crops...ah, well, they might suffer a little, but he was still proud of his level 30 accomplishment), he'd come across an interesting forum note made by yet another new tenant to the Pax building. The new arrivals seemed to be popping up like daisies in the middle of a particularly warm Spring, but Idris didn't mind. The more people that were around, the more chances he had of finding someone that'd definitely be into moving and shaking it on the weeknights and preferably the weekends as well. Everyone needed a break from their every day lives, it was only a matter of finding the right person. Or people, as it were. Yeah, people sounded a lot better. The more the merrier!
And so he quickly googled the location of the pub the new tenant spoke of, writing down the directions on a handy post-it note. He'd get the hang of this city soon enough, but for now there was no sense in getting lost. Maybe he'd even hail a cab--in fact, that sounded great and 100% more safe than driving home, no matter what his eventual state of intoxication would be.
Having made the necessary ride accommodations (the post-it note now forgotten), Idris quickly dressed for the evening: dark slacks and a simple tan dress shirt. Basics were essential when scoping out a new place, but it didn't hurt to look put together overall. Adjusting his hair and checking for any slight signs of looking definitely not put together in the bathroom mirror, Idris finally deemed himself ready. Checking his watch, he grinned when he saw that he still had ten minutes before his cab would arrive. He left the bathroom and grabbed his billfold from the kitchen counter and slipped it into his back pocket. Making sure he had his keys, Idris gave the main room of his apartment a once-over before nodding to himself and locking the front door behind him. He jingled said keys good-naturedly along his walk to the elevator, making it out of the building with three minutes to spare.
The ride to Muldoon's was quick and painless; Idris cheerfully paid the cab driver and headed inside the establishment, unable to keep the corners of his mouth from turning upwards in a somewhat self-satisfied smile. Nice. For a Friday night, the pub was decently packed, filled with people from all sorts of backgrounds mingling together and sharing drinks, stories, and even spit at the side right corner table. Again, nice. He headed to the bar, taking a seat on one of the bright red stools after casually glancing around the room at what sort of pickings there'd probably be as the evening continued. For a Friday night crowd, the assorted patrons seemed primarily jovial, but in situations such as these there was always the chance for a fight to break out, unsettling the pleasant evening activities. To be perfectly honest with himself, Idris wasn't entirely opposed to such a thing happening, not as long as he had a drink in his hand first and could watch from a safe vantage point.
Tapping his fingers on the bar counter for a moment, Idris then sat forward to take out his billfold, removing one of his credit cards. He motioned to one of the bartenders that seemed to be less busy than the others--she was pretty, with tousled, dark curls pulled half upon her head, the rest of them falling free. A particularly bright green bow adorned her hair, and Idris had to smile, for surely she must be playing along with the Irish theme of the place. And, it was amusing to note, it seemed there was no shortage of curly-haired women in this city, something that Idris had to admit he didn't mind in the least.