Ernest Hemingway (papahemingway) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2019-10-21 21:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | joe o'hara, ~ernest hemingway 2 |
Who? Hemingway & Joe
Where? Bad Things
When? Early evening
What? Talking to the new arrival.
Open? Ask first
Ernest was still on something of an upswing. The sparring with Shep had helped, and he supposed he would consider a return to the anti-booze club, at least for the camaraderie of it. He wasn't ready to put down the bottle entirely yet, he was holding onto that as something of a lifeline. He had reduced, though, gradually, on Dr Cuddy's recommendation. He trusted her.
Despite that, getting a drink was his go-to way of meeting up with people. He was that kind of guy - it was always a fishing trip, a boxing match, or a drink. Coffee didn't have the same ring to it. Dinner made it sound like a date. So, a drink it was - and he was intrigued by this man from 1940. It didn't hurt that he knew of him, nothing like a bit of an ego rub in the morning.
So, Ernest was propping up the bar. He was dressed simply in khaki pants, and a light blue button down shirt, sleeves rolled up. He'd made himself a whiskey and soda, the bottle still propped on the bar within easy reach, and he had a small notebook opened in front of him, that was occasionally scratching a pencil against as he waited.