|Oliver Pike (notafishie) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-02-23 17:55:00
|andrea rojas, faith lehane, pike, ruby
Who: Pike, Faith, Ruby, and Andrea
What: Going out to celebrate Faith’s new job.
When: After Faith’s com post about her job.
Status: In Progress
It had been a hell of a night. If there was one thing Pike could say about being here, it was that at least for him, there was no such thing as boredom. For a guy who pretty much looked at life and everything in it as a giant game of craps, that was saying something. So far, every risk he’d taken had avoided those dreaded snake-eyes, but he was constantly aware of the fact that the winds of fate could change their tune at any given time. He wasn’t afraid of it, it had been a long time since he’d been afraid of taking a risk or the consequences that could come from it, but there was a difference between being without fear and being without common sense.
The crisis of the night had been averted, at least. He still didn’t want to think too hard about just what Dawn had been thinking. Maybe it was wrong of him, but for now he just chalked it up to a combination of stress and the history everyone from Sunnydale had with Faith. He couldn’t change that, but he’d at least tried to talk to Dawn about what she was doing. Not that he’d expected results, and on that he hadn’t been wrong. But he’d given it a shot. As much as he wanted to help her through this, Faith needed him more, and so there was only so much he could do for Dawn, or any of them.
He pushed through the door to Joe’s and instantly the noise pulled him from his thoughts. Pike liked bars. Hell, Pike really liked bars. He’d lived out of various bars where his fake IDs or his dad’s rep got him in the door, back in high school, and now that he was so many years past the legal drinking age he liked them a whole lot more, though he spent less time in them on the whole. Joe’s was a good place. Pike enjoyed clubs too, but sometimes you just wanted to walk into a place and get that nice smoky smell. It wasn’t overpowering and wouldn’t send anybody into coughing fits, but it was there, along with the smell of alcohol and greasy bar food. There were a few pool tables off to one side, and a beat-up jukebox in the corner. Between the jukebox and the pool tables was a small space that people typically used if they felt like a little dancing. It wasn’t really an official dance floor, just a patch of clear space that had been claimed as such by the patrons.
Yeah, Joe’s was a good place.
He wasn’t sure if Faith was here already or not, and couldn’t quite spot her. So he made his way over to the bar, slid into a spot vacated by some guy, and dropped some cash for a pitcher of beer. Good beer, not some watered down crap, either. While the bartender was filling it, he turned and leaned against the bar, propping himself up with his elbows, scanning the small bar to see if he could spot Faith, Ruby, or Andrea.