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ataraxionlogs2013-03-13 07:57 pm
cons) wrote in ataraxionlogs2013-03-13 07:57 pm
our troubles are all the same
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. ]
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. ]
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They're the real deal. But his facial hair isn't enough to redeem him for his terrible personality and terrible life decisions. I don't.. know if he's the only one that's got 'chops, but if a tallish guy comes in here and calls you chum, that's your cue. [ she nods, end of discussion, because talking about Maroonie too much will give her hives or something, she's sure of it. ]
I don't know why I'm even saying all of this, you are not actually a bartender here. I would never subject people to that, we've got enough shit to deal with. [ her nose scrunches up ] Yeah, you know what? Next time someone asks you for a drink, just point them my way. ... Unless it's Moran.
[ oops, there's a second nod. end of. though now she's decided she's going to stick around at this end of the bar, so she tucks her foot on top of a crate under the bar to boost herself up, so she can sit with her back to the dance floor ( and the customers oops ) toes tapping in the air a bit. ]
So what have you been up to? Besides dicking around here. Make it a good story, today kinda sucks.
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So yes on the serving him piss, then.
[ that's what he got out of that. yes, he's good at following. but if she doesn't like moran, certainly making him drink piss is the correct solution. but when she asks what he's been up to, there's actually a pause - not quite hesitation so much as it is him considering, not entirely confident as to whether he should be honest or... well, deflect.
he goes with something in the middle, voice deliberately flippant. part of him actually wants to talk to her - still, he normally wouldn't. it's her asking for a good story and declaring she's having a rough day that tips the scales. ]
Well, I suppose there was the whole dying thing. And then the hallways, but we've all been there, haven't we?
[ but then there's a beat, and his attention shifts to her - maybe even with a touch of actual interest. she doesn't usually bitch about how bad her life is, so he's curious about what could possibly constitute a bad day. ]
What's going on with you?