Jason Kent ✈ James T. Kirk (setphasers) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2015-06-03 21:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | adam malloy, aidan thorn, alyssa kenworthy, andrew archer, chase swift, colin ford, connor bone, frankie discombe, jason kent, jennifer hill, minnie pappas, remy moreau, scarlett jones |
Who: AGENCY PEOPLE, ASSEMBLE! (anyone at the Agency who wants to tag in and party)
What: Even people at the Agency need to let loose sometimes
Where: The local watering hole for Agency workers, otherwise known as Eddie's Pub, a block from the London Agency
When: Forward dated to Friday night, June 5th 2015
Warnings: Did you just read what this thread is about?
Comments: This is a group party thread! Reply to people's subthreads and start your own, just make sure to include in the subject title the names of those involved in each sub and if the subthread is open to other people or closed. I'll start the party off with an example. Have fun!
Eddie's Pub. A local favorite, for the actual locals, but also a favorite and time honored tradition among the people who slaved away at the Agency London location Monday through Friday. Not just because it was a mere block away from the building itself, though that was definitely an upside. If you wanted to let loose after work on a Friday but didn't want to have to MTN it home at some weird time of the night (or day, depending on where home was. Time zones could be a real bitch.), all you had to do was walk a block back to the Agency and crash on someone's couch. All the department heads and their deputies had couches in their offices that were usually in use by them during the day time, but those were pretty much a free-for-all at night after normal office hours. Actually, more often than not Jace made it to a couch, though it wasn't always his own. Sometimes there were more pressing matters than finding the right couch, like finding any couch, especially when you weren't alone.
Note to self: Stop using the deputy director of PR's couch. He's starting to get suspicious.
Jace couldn't help grinning as he caught sight of the deputy in question, blatantly glaring at him from across the pub, and decided to grace them with an 'innocent' shrug and tipping the top of his beer glass in their direction from his temporary seat at the bar. By now most of the Agency regulars were already here, though there were a few newer faces too, all looking pretty grateful to be away from their desks and enjoying some light debauchery. Jace always approved of some light debauchery, though he usually tended to indulge a little more than that. Just a few nights ago he'd spent a considerable amount of time getting completely debauchered at a London club with the very attractive, very fiery Alyssa Kenworthy in R&D, who had definitely proved to be as... hot as she'd boasted on the boards. Maybe Jace should be a little more careful when it came to sleeping with coworkers, but if you've ever met Jace (or Kirk for that matter) you couldn't really say that under the word 'careful' in the dictionary there was a picture of them next to the definition.
While he wasn't necessarily looking for anything tonight, Jace never passed up an opportunity that might come his way. He was always 'on', even when he wasn't actively on the prowl, so despite the fact that he wasn't yet making any eyes at anyone from his perch at the bar, he always left himself looking completely available to anyone who might be bothering to notice. Old habits died hard, if they died at all. When it came to Jace and Kirk, they were pretty happy to perpetually live in the comfort of their many vices. Being the Director of Politics came with a lot of stress and responsibility, after all, the man had to have some reliable way to relieve all that stress when he could.
That was the great thing about the people who worked at the Agency, though. When it came down to it, everyone was always looking to relieve the stress somehow, which is usually how these regular Friday nights at Eddie's happened. By now it was just assumed that at any given time after five o'clock in the early evening on a Friday (or Monday through Thursday, depending on any given week's unexpected challenges), you could find someone here who worked in the same place you did. Not all Agency pub nights were particularly rowdy, most of the time it was just a lot of drinking, commiserating, and sometimes playing pool, though there was that one time someone from the legal department got a little too wasted and ended up putting on an amateur dance show on top of one of the tables. You had to really appreciate the irony in that one. Tonight in particular was pretty crowded, with many of his colleagues already here taking over a good chunk of the aging, red leathered booths and Eddie himself of the much beloved Eddie's Pub, standing behind his bar with a cloth in one hand and a semi-permanent glare on his face. It was good to know that not everything had to change.