[wb] Who: Robert Baker + Anyone! What: Won't you join a man in his drinks? When: Late night of Thursday, January 02 Where: Bar Rating: tbd. Status: tbd.
For some reason, Bob felt as if it had been ages since he sat down in the bar to have a drink. A quick recollection, of course, told him that it hadn't even been a month since he dropped by to celebrate one of Lou's weekenders...but when was the last time he stepped into a quiet bar, hopped onto the stool and ordered a glass of whiskey? A month which felt like two...a month and a few weeks. That was before his mutation went crazy, and he didn't want human company in case he would hurt them.
Well now that he was back in his old shell...kind of, Bob realized that it had a calming effect on him. It was comforting to be alone, surrounded by nothing but the hush tones of lounge music playing amidst dimmed lights and he was sort of glad Lou wasn't coming in that night. He felt bad thinking about it, Lou knew the inner workings of Bob's mood and happily left him alone when he so much as caught a whiff of it so he really shouldn't be having thoughts like that.
But really, he was just glad to be reminded of an old habit. Dinner in or out of his room, go out for a quick nightcap...them had been the days when he was lonely, friendless, and what felt like years before he met Emily Welling and he felt a little less alone. But that didn't mean that they didn't have a nostalgic effect on them...the way the past always did, the way home always did...
Home was such a poor word to use on such a comparison, though.
"Hey Julie," he called to the passing bar staff, polishing the inside of a tall glass. "What's it take to throw a party?"
"Money?" she said with her southern charm and smiled her rosy cheeks. "I'm kidding. You mean get Louie to host it?"
"To an effect."
"Just talk to him," Julie referred to the big absent man with a throw of a glance over her shoulder. "That guy lives for the shiz, he'd throw a party simply because your planning to throw a party." Her smile widened. "What's in your mind, Bobby?"
"Nothing concrete," Bob said...then when she wouldn't leave, "It's just that this is my fifth month in this place. One more...and I'd have been here for half a year."
"Well congratulations!" Julie said with a cheerful gasp. "Five months of surviving this craziness, that's not an easy feat." Her smile told Bob she was being playful and honest. "Can I get you something for that?"
Bob raised his half-glass and shook the ice in it.
"I'll float it to ya."
"Thanks, Julie," Bob said in his quiet voice, smiling at her until she disappeared through the kitchen door. With the promise of a new glass, he swirled his first whiskey for one more time before he downed it all in a clean gulp.