Who: Robert Baker + Kyle Moore What: Sharing a...well, drink. And being English in general. When: ~9:00 PM of 2013 September 8 Where: Longbow Pub and Pantry Rating: tbd Status: Ongoing.
After sobbing in the Chapel of St. Paul for an hour (he was praying, "Please put Benny in peace, please let him rest in peace," to a God he rarely visited) and staying for 15 minutes to have a spinning conversation with the priest about unburied bodies, Bob was now sitting in the long bar of the Longbow Pub and Pantry, drinking his glass of Guinness thirstily. Little wonder that he should do that -- he was homesick, his head ached from all that crying, and he needed a drink after everything that just happened to his life. This was a Guinness greatly deserved.
By the time he had returned the glass to its complementary coaster, a little less than half of it had gone down his throat and now, Robert was sighing as he rubbed his face down with his hands, no longer flinching at the subtle gash on his cheek or the fading bruise on his lips (which were just about gone under the golden light, actually). Really, thank God for healing mutants who knew how to work their mutations better than he did. It felt great to move his face without flinching at every muscle.
And it also felt great to be wearing a new shirt for once, one that actually had buttons on it and one without the Willowbrook logo for a change. He even managed to buy himself a new pair of jeans to match it and now, he really felt like a new man, ready to face the lawnmower the next day. As for the clothes he came out in, they were folded nicely in a black paper bag, along with a little present which he bought for Annabelle Jones for winning the first student mission.
But that would be for the next day. For now, a replay of some footie game was on the telly and everyone was raving about it while he sat happily alone five stools away from the crowd, lifting his glass of Guinness and taking another grateful gulp from it.