Skxawng (anotherhellhole) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2016-01-02 12:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, !plot, jake sully, ~john mitchell (oe), ~jr sully |
Who: Jake and open
Where: Mitchell's bar
What: Emergency application of Tequila
When: Last night (1st January)
Rating: drunken WOO!
Jake followed the directions into the city and parked the car beside Mitchell's bar. The snow was still falling, thick and fast, and he had to stamp off a fair amount once he reached the front door of the place for all that he'd only walked about ten meters. Still, the bar was warm and inviting as he pushed the door open and looked around. And thank fuck, it had alcohol. It had tequila, and that could only help. He was still struggling to adjust to everything he'd seen and heard and tasted in the last couple days (granted, he'd spent most of those two days asleep in a room that was apparently his, his body finally crashing after too long being on high alert in both Venezuela and wherever the fuck he was now, but he'd still found the time to wander round his brother's house and learn the layout of it) and all the people, too. So many people in such a big house, and he was related to most of them? What the hell, Tommy?
He wasn't sure if other-him knew any of the people in the bar, so he didn't bother to say hello just yet. He just headed over to the bar and sat down on a stool, waiting to be served.