our troubles are all the same

[cons]

CHARACTERS: Wichita and YOU. well, the bartenders and bar regulars. or not-regulars!
LOCATION: Space Babylon
WARNINGS: booze?
SUMMARY: No special occasion here, just an open post for anybody that frequents the space bar. mix and mingle, friends. put up open threads for your characters, or talk to Wichita, or. whatever. anything goes!


[ it's been nearly a week since the last jump, and Wichita's still in a shit mood. which she hates to admit, but it's the truth. she misses Brendan, way way too much. no really, it's too much. she's furious with herself for letting herself get that attached to someone, because she knew, she knew this could happen and it's still chewing up her insides like something our of a dramatic chickflick. her life feels like a sad, sappy little montage from a really terrible space-romance movie right now, and it's making her feel even worse than losing him in the first place. she isn't getting trashed ( at least, she hasn't yet ) and she isn't wasting bullets at the gun range, she's just- doing nothing. at the bar. she's spending all her time at the bar like serving drinks and distracting herself with other people's problems will make hers go away.

it's failing, but whatever. it's easier to not get angry or sad over the situation if she doesn't let herself think about it too much.

so there she is, behind the bar, Jenna's iPod providing a decent mix of tunes over the speakers possibly a little too loud because she doesn't care to overhear anybody's conversations today. either that, or she's too lazy to turn down the volume. either way. she's not looking all that approachable ( at least, not as much as she usually does while she's here ), but she'll probably be the one mixing your drinks today, so. hope you're not too put-off by that. then again, if you're somebody she actually wants to talk to, she might stretch a smile across her face for your benefit. which is the closest thing to a 'no please come talk to me' you'll ever get from her. ]

Comments

pour Wichita, but also ota

[learnedtosmile]

[Blake is - not exactly a bar regular. Not in the way some others are. He doesn't hang out and get drunk regularly - but he does make a habit of poking his head in when on patrol if he knows Wichita will be working. Which is pretty much all the time.

Since Brendan's disappearance - since she informed him of it, he hasn't really tried to approach her in any capacity, but eventually his better - or worse? Instincts get the better of him, and here he is, walking up to the bar, not caring too much about the look on her face.

He won't force her to talk - especially not about her feelings - if she's not in the mood. He just feels like he should check in on her. He feels like Brendan would want him to look out for her, even if he wasn't already inclined to himself. Which he is.]

Scotch, on the rocks.

[cons]

[ she's not shocked to see him here, but her brows do lift a little bit because- ]

Scotch as in.. an alcoholic beverage? [ so her sarcasm isn't up to its usual par, but the lift is there in her tone, even as she reaches under the bar to grab a clean rocks glass and shifts to scoop ice out of the bin. ] Never thought I'd see the day John Blake grabbed a drink in public. Should I be worried? [ deflect deflect deflect ]

[learnedtosmile]

You've seen me drink in here. [Mostly beer, not hard liquor, though.

Except that one time Brendan handed him a scotch.]

Anyway, I'm commemorating a friend. Is that so bad? [Ask him who, Wichita. He dares you.]

[cons]

Guess not.

[ hELL NO is she asking who, because she knows who, and she's not going to address it. because that's a low blow sir and she'll commemorate friends on her own, thankyouverymuch. she pours the glass of scotch to about three-quarters full before sliding it in front of him. ]

And yeah, I've seen you drink here, but I've never seen you drink here. Not.. scotch anyway.

[ Brendan drinks scotch. which is why she's storing the bottle away again instead of leaving it there for refills like she might normally ]

[learnedtosmile]

Scotch is usually too rich for my taste, but I'm willing to make an exception this once. [He takes a swallow, wincing slightly at the taste (none of the booze on this ship tastes very good).]

You're not sleeping in here, are you?

[cons]

[ Wichita's giving him one of those patented frown-smiles, which is like a wince, in a way, only her eyes brighten up a tiny bit with amusement, and she forces the corners of her mouth down to stop herself from smiling ]

No, I haven't started sleeping in here. It's creepy in here when it's empty. And those booths aren't nearly as comfortable to sleep on as they are to sit on. Can't really even do nap time in here. Oh, but there's a kid named Nathan that probably spends the night here, I wouldn't doubt it.

[learnedtosmile]

Fair enough. [He takes a thoughtful sip of his scotch - it's easier the more quickly he drinks it, not surprisingly.]

I'm not the hovering, hand-wringing type. But if you feel like doing something stupid, try talking to someone first.

[Another swig of his drink.] Don't end up shot again.