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WHO: David and Clarke
WHAT: Drinking and thinking
WHERE: Jason's
WHEN: September 3rd, 10:30pm
David sat in the midst of the local crap-level bar, the seediest, weirdest place he could find in Angel Grove. Simply called Jason's, it was filled with all the lower class the city had to offer, the slobs and the regular patrons one would expect to find. Half of them were drunk already, the rest on their way there. The place was sort of tucked away, shoved to the back of the city as though it would go away if people ignored it long enough. That was how it felt, anyway. David hadn't been in the mood for Get Some tonight; everyone seemed to go there, and he wasn't so sure he wanted to see anyone he recognized. He had a lot on his mind, a scotch in his hands and the look of a man without sleep in his eyes. With any luck he could have some time to think, to sort out the things going through his head.
There was a lot to sort through though, and David doubted he would get through even half of it at the rate he was going. He commented mentally that he should stop by and see Guin at some point. Maybe she could offer him advice, at the very least. For now... the alcohol would have to be enough.
WHAT: Drinking and thinking
WHERE: Jason's
WHEN: September 3rd, 10:30pm
David sat in the midst of the local crap-level bar, the seediest, weirdest place he could find in Angel Grove. Simply called Jason's, it was filled with all the lower class the city had to offer, the slobs and the regular patrons one would expect to find. Half of them were drunk already, the rest on their way there. The place was sort of tucked away, shoved to the back of the city as though it would go away if people ignored it long enough. That was how it felt, anyway. David hadn't been in the mood for Get Some tonight; everyone seemed to go there, and he wasn't so sure he wanted to see anyone he recognized. He had a lot on his mind, a scotch in his hands and the look of a man without sleep in his eyes. With any luck he could have some time to think, to sort out the things going through his head.
There was a lot to sort through though, and David doubted he would get through even half of it at the rate he was going. He commented mentally that he should stop by and see Guin at some point. Maybe she could offer him advice, at the very least. For now... the alcohol would have to be enough.