| Closing Time; For Tom, Rora and anyone else interested | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 25 2010, 08:16 PM (309 Views) | |
| Hunter Williams | Apr 25 2010, 08:16 PM Post #1 |
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Thank god that was all over. Hunter trudged into one of the bars close to crew quarters, apparently one of the staff hang outs, his hair still damp from the dunk tank disaster and his throat raw from coughing up water more times than he liked for an afternoon. He needed to kick back with a drink and maybe some greasy but completely comforting bar food. The familiar sound of bar chatter washed over him as he approached, a small smile on his face as he entered. Finally! A place to kick back with no one that hated him around to throw a punch or dump him into water or anything like that! Just a cold pint of beer, and maybe a relaxed game of pool with strangers. Being in the circus and all, sharking at the tables was a normal thing for a carnival man to do! Only thing he had to make sure of was to maintain that accent and the rest he had down pat; he'd stuck to a ton of stories over the years. There was a crowd at the bar, but the bartenders were moving quickly and Hunter got up to the front in record time. "I vould liek a pint of your House Draft, yes?" He flashed his official crew pass over the reading pad, charging the drink to his paycheck before grabbing the beer and turning back to the room. Great thanks. The muscle bound man scouted out a decent unoccupied table in one of the back corners, away from most of the crowd with was focused on the large holo-screens displaying some sort of sports game. Hunter honestly hadn't followed the leagues in years. He'd loved them as a little boy, always sneaking up to the windows of the bars with his friends to catch a peak at the score, but after the war they had mostly lost their shiny appeal. |
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| Aurora Carlisle | Apr 25 2010, 09:06 PM Post #2 |
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Rora already had a buzz going. She had shown up to watch her 'husband' get dunked a few times, but then had headed over to the bar to scope out anyone who might think the new circus sideshow members were possibly anything other than legit. After sitting for half an hour, being hit on twenty or so times - she should have changed out of the very revealing black and scarlet corset (it was little more than lingerie) - Rora had broken down and accepted the martini one of the drunk men had bought her. Soo...this luxury cruiser had an issue. Her words were beginning to slur which would make maintaining an accent difficult, and her vision was going wonky. She couldn't see straight. The issue? Their drinks were a whole hell of a long stronger than anything she'd ever experienced before. Sitting on a corner, Rora was enjoying the warm feeling growing in her belly when she saw Hunter waltz in, order a drink, and take a seat in the corner opposite her. The first thing that came to mind was how frustrating he was...and then she recalled that kiss, and a dart of heat at her core quite changed how she felt about him. But this was business. And they were married. So, as a new wife would do, she stood, nearly spilling her martini in the process, and wove her way through the tables and over to 'Aleksei.' "'Allo, dahlink." She slipped into the chair next to him, running a hand up his chest. "Ees everytink going vell?" |
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| Thomas Fisher | Apr 25 2010, 09:24 PM Post #3 |
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Tom had spent most of the day getting close to people. It was not like him at all. Tom wasn't exactly the talkative type and trying to get someone to trust him, it was outside of his comfort zone. The males were a lot harder to talk to than the females, he found out. They did not want to let any little thing out to him, but the girls... well, they were full of gossip and willing to give him almost anything. Or so they said. Extracting information was not as hard as he thought it would have been. So, he had a young woman leaning against his side, trying to touch his chest. He felt uncomfortable with that. Ever since his and Fi's budding whatever it was called, he cut back on the flirting. He just did not see the need in it anymore. It was like as if he did not want to anymore and that felt odd for Tom. He did not want to change for anyone and here he was changing his ways for a woman. It was screwy. It really was. He led the girl to the bar and ordered a beer for himself and he left her order whatever girly drink she wanted. As she drank and ordered more drinks, she was chatting into his ear about useless things. He tried to get anything out of her about what he needed, but she was useless. She knew nothing. She just wanted Tom to take her back to his bunk which was the last thing he wanted to do. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he looked at the two empty glasses and decided he needed a third and to ditch this girl. Standing up, he pushed her off him. "I'm getting a drink." She said something about coming with him and he shook his head. "No, you stay here." He left her sitting there. Deciding that he did not want her to follow him and since she was so drunk there was a chance that she might, he found a guy sitting at the bar and told him that he had a chance with a girl tonight. The guy took up his offer and smirking, Tom went to the bar and ordered himself another drink. Glancing around, he looked for anyone he knew and his eyes settled on Hunter and Rora. His smirk grew wider as he walked over. "Am I interrupting something here?" he asked as he sat down at the table with his drink. He didn't care if he was, he was just bored and didn't want to have to go and try to get more information out of people. |
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| Aurora Carlisle | Apr 26 2010, 08:42 AM Post #4 |
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Rora visibly jumped, as if she'd been caught doing something naughty. Which she sort of had, because she wasn't acting like Rayna right then - she could shrug it off and say so, but she had a feeling Hunter knew that, too. "Nine. Niet at all." She slid back into her chair, wincing. "How vas yer day, Tooo....tall Percy?" Lame!! she thought to herself. But it covered. "Niever have ze mix-ed drinks. Zey are ze death." She pinched the bridge of her nose. The knowledge that she needed to sober up fast wasn't making the job any easier. |
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| Coralyn Cardew | Apr 26 2010, 11:42 AM Post #5 |
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Coralyn made her way into the bar, each and every step killing her. The heels made her feel like she was spring-loaded, teetering on a cliffside. Then there was the big hair that she kept slamming into doors. And the costumes that was constantly exposing random bits of flesh that Cora herself hadn’t seen in years. As if that wasn’t hard enough work, she had a job to do too! And despite being dry-mouthed, terrified and completely inexperienced, she’d not skimped on the details. She was doing her research, and doing it well. There were so many names on board, big names, names that had sat on the list of every gala Londinum had ever held. Some names that she knew even without a second glance were tied as tightly to the Alliance as could be. Despite her every misgiving, she felt like a traitor, and it was only the comfort of not being recognised that kept her going. Therefore this seemed as sensible place as any to escape briefly. Staff hangouts were not her forte, but she was hardly spoilt for choice. “Just a water, please.” She requested, the American twang she had to shove into her accent grating to her own ears. Why couldn’t she have picked a Russian identity too? Well that wasn’t Hunter’s fault per se, but it didn’t irritate her any less. And as if by magic, there he was, on a table tucked away, accompanied by Auroa and their very own stoic pilot. She was certainly going to leave in a hurry, and water wasn’t much of an incentive to do so... so now, what was it that Drew had given her? “No, no wait.” She held up a hand. “A shot of whiskey, please.” She perched herself on a bar stool, her knees clamped as tightly together as could be A drink appeared. Staring at the slightly soiled shot glass critically, and wondering if it wouldn’t be best used to sterilise something instead, she raised it in a silent, cynical toast to her crewmates, and knocked it back. Owch. Why had no-one told her about the burning? |
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| Seraphina Grant | Apr 26 2010, 01:15 PM Post #6 |
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The blond had finished at the dunk tank and then had to go practice and shower and change. The costumes were bright and loose and while easy to move in, provided no protection whatsoever from stray knives. That was why she preferred leather vests, form fitting yes, but they were harder to get knives through and deadened punches a bit. They also didn't drape over knife handles so that everyone knew you were carrying. The most she could carry on her at the moment were 4 and they were strapped to her upper thighs. She'd had to add nuts and bolts to the hem to keep it heavy enough to fall and not cling. The shoes made her feet hurt and the smile she had to keep on her face made her head hurt. 'Violet' moved into the bar, sharing a flirty wink with one of the men at the door as she strolled up to the bar, tucking herself into a corner and pretending that all was right with the world even as she wanted to stab someone in the eye with her heel in the hopes it would make her feel better. She kept the bright smile on and kept her fingers from touch her eye so as not to muss that makeup that took far too long to put on and was far too easy to mess up. Why women put themselves through this torture she'd never understand. She turned to check out the room and her eyes immediately found Tom. Not unusual. She felt her nose twitch as she watched the woman that was with him scoot a little too close and her fingers twitched toward her hidden weapons as she whispered in his ear. The only thing that kept her from doing anything was the mission and the fact that Tom looked more irritated than anything else. She watched as he ordered a drink and then seemed to fasten his gaze elsewhere. She watched as he walked to a table with Rora and Hunter. Maybe he could keep her friend from murdering their new SIC, or at least from breaking their cover. Rora was never very good at holding her alcohol. Fi smiled brightly again as she moved to sit beside the woman that had just taken Tom's vacated seat. She was looking uncomfortable and in need of a friend. Too bad Fi wasn't really a friend. The blond moved to take the stool beside her ordered 2 more whiskeys. "A couple more shots and you'll crave that feeling," Fi told her with a wink, happy to be obnoxiously chipper for once. It was bound to irritate the little doc. It wasn't that she disliked the woman per se, but she didn't like her all that much either. "Our friends are back there," She nodded her head back to the table, letting Cora choose whether or not they joined them. No matter her feelings toward the woman she wasn't going to leave her alone in the middle of a crowded bar when she wasn't used to drinking. |
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| Hunter Williams | Apr 26 2010, 02:55 PM Post #7 |
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No. No... No! Nonono! The very last person he wanted to see walking up at him right at this moment was Rora. He was here in order to take a break from all this nonsense! But, he couldn't let his face show that, no newly wed husband would look horrified when his wife was coming at them like that from across the bar. Was she really that drunk? No that couldn't.... oh yeah. She was well on the way to wasted. The woman half stumbled into the chair beside him and Aleksei reached out to steady her into a chair with one of those lovey dovey looks on his face. Oh hi there hand! Clearing his throat slightly before he spoke Hunter was reacting how about every male was hard wired too with a gorgeous woman hanging off of them. "Eets better now love. How can I complain weeth you here hmm?" His eyes told an entirely different story that his words. Locked on her's his expression presented a very clear 'What the hell are you doing?!' look, but to anyone else it would seem like just another couple getting cozy in the back of a bar. Just focus on all those times she's flown off the handle and made your perfectly good day hell.... Even with that though, there was that kiss, and that was fighting to bubble up to the surface. Maybe he should lean in and kiss her? It would be a perfectly acceptable thing to do as newlyweds, almost expected even... Tom's voice cut into his thought process not a moment too soon. Aleksei glanced over, draping an arm over the back of Rayna's chair and shaking his head. Hunter was going to have to buy this man a drink for having such good timing. What had he been thinking?! Grabbing up the pint the man pressed the rim to his lips, draining near half the contents. "Never friend! This ship is so big no? Strange not to see you in the day. You liek the new rooms? Much bigger no?" Hunter needed Tom to just talk for a minute, give himself a chance to cool off and get his head back on straight. Maybe alcohol was a bad idea for the evening. |
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| Thomas Fisher | Apr 26 2010, 04:17 PM Post #8 |
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Tom quirked an eyebrow and crossed his arms at Rora. He wondered how drunk she really was. He wasn't going to ask, but she almost gave away his name or least it sounded that way. She had stumbled on his name. Too tall Percy? It didn't sound natural and he hoped that she never had to use that recovery again. It was ridiculous. "My day? Uneventful." Or at least he saw it that way. He should have done something more productive. He should have actually found Nat and practiced their show, but Tom didn't want to practice today. Card tricks were easy and sleight-of-hand was not that hard for him, although it was more difficult with one good hand. Hopefully, that didn't slow him up too much and ruin his tricks. He moved his hand up and loosened that brightly colored tie that he already hated. He wasn't a big fan of his costume already. It wasn't as hideous as some as the others, but he felt like he was a character out of a novel from Earth-that-was. He was wearing a suit, tie, and vest. He looked like he was ready to go to an old fashioned party, but the suit had odd colors as well. At least he didn't have to parade around in robes and say that he was a wizard. That would have been worse. Tom was pretty sure that Hunter was uncomfortable with Rora as he asked him his opinion on the ship and the way he seemed to down his drink. "It is huge and yeah, I guess they're bigger." He took a long drink from his own beer. "Are you sure I'm not interrupting anything. I can always go and just let the two of you here alone," Tom said, more as a joke. He wasn't actually moving, but he didn't mind making both Hunter and Rora uncomfortable as if he caught them. |
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