Thread: End of the Year Drinks WHO: OPEN to all teachers WHEN: Saturday, May 31st WHERE: The Dockyard
After being almost kidnapped by Micah, Jack had relented. Fine. He'd go for stupid drinks with the teachers and finish his grading the day after. He had lobbied for the Dockyard however, because even though there would be students, the Raconteur had open-mic night on Saturday nights. Open-mic nights were the worst. Talentless hacks vying for attention. They really should have karaoke in this town. Or a proper Irish pub. Instead, they had this dive.
If Camden Wharf had been in Tennessee, The Dockyard be populated with a lot more cowboy hats. Instead, you got baseball caps and beards, truckers and women in skirts that they were just a few years too old for. Interspersed, there were tourists and a few Advanced and Expert students, though the latter all seemed to avoid Jack's eyes. Jack thought that was just as well. Tonight, he was fine not being Mr. Cavanaugh. We don't see you, you don't come to us. The unspoken arrangement would benefit everyone.
Jack went around the dancefloor, going for their booth in the back. Above their booth, someone had mounted a swordfish to the wall, under the misguided assumption that it would somehow spruce up the place. "Drinks," Jack announced. He gave everyone what they ordered, including a large pint of beer for himself. "And shots of Jäger. Don't look at me, it's happy hour, they were free."
Jack slid into the booth and downed the shot, making a face. "Still awful. Have you noticed the students? All of them are avoiding us like the plague. It's funny. Maybe we should tell them they failed."