Skxawng (anotherhellhole) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-07-29 23:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, jake sully, ~bruce banner, ~john mitchell (oe), ~tom sully |
Who: Jake, Tom, Mitchell and OPEN
Where: Mitchell's bar
What: Oh tequila! It makes me happy! Oh tequila! It makes me smiiiile!
When: This evening/night
Rating: pickled.
Jake was a fan of tequila. He liked the taste, it got him drunk, other people often wound up more legless than he was, it was excellent all round. And now he was heading down to Mitchell's place to drink some more of the stuff with good company. Even if it was just Tom and Mitchell, that was still classed as damn good company. Maybe Izzy would show up, which would be cool, or he could poke at Bruce to see if he wanted to join them, or anything could happen.
He headed towards the bar, doing his best to ignore the tingling that continued to wash over his legs in waves. He hadn't felt anything below his injury for ages, though, so he didn't bother mentioning it. Everything was a lot more distinct and clear compared to just after Tom had burst into his room; it still didn't feel right, as such, but there was a marked improvement, and he couldn't wait to move something. He didn't care if his knee twitched or his toes curled up, it would be something. And it would be fucking brilliant.
Finally getting to the bar, he didn't bother waiting around outside. He just opened the door and went on in to see who was there.