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Fic: A Man Walks Into a Bar
Title: A Man Walks Into a Bar
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Jeff (mention of everyone)
Rating: G
Summary: It's hard to celebrate loss...
Warning: post-series *Written for a fic battle challenge at dbs_forests (on the DW-side) Prompt: someone walks into a bar.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to their respective actors and Rupert Holmes. AMC dumped the crew, therefore they get ZERO credit. The OCs are mine.
Jeffrey Singer pushed on the door of O'Malley's, already hearing the dull noise of conversation wafting out onto the sidewalk. The smell was as always, beer and peanuts with a hint of coal dust always present in the air.
As he stepped into the well-loved bar, Jeff reached up and removed his hat. Nodding to a few familiar faces, he started to weave through the crowd of regulars to join the group he was with.
The faces were long, forcing smiles for the sake of one man's memory, though all feeling his loss even more, since he was not going to be arriving at all. With a quick round of greetings, Jeff nodded to the man delivering his mug of hot chocolate, with a fresh round for the others, and raised the mug into the air.
"To Mister Eldridge," a few of them said together.
"May he always be at the station," someone else said.
"With us," Jeff added, before raising the mug to his lips and taking a long sip.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Jeff (mention of everyone)
Rating: G
Summary: It's hard to celebrate loss...
Warning: post-series *Written for a fic battle challenge at dbs_forests (on the DW-side) Prompt: someone walks into a bar.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to their respective actors and Rupert Holmes. AMC dumped the crew, therefore they get ZERO credit. The OCs are mine.
Jeffrey Singer pushed on the door of O'Malley's, already hearing the dull noise of conversation wafting out onto the sidewalk. The smell was as always, beer and peanuts with a hint of coal dust always present in the air.
As he stepped into the well-loved bar, Jeff reached up and removed his hat. Nodding to a few familiar faces, he started to weave through the crowd of regulars to join the group he was with.
The faces were long, forcing smiles for the sake of one man's memory, though all feeling his loss even more, since he was not going to be arriving at all. With a quick round of greetings, Jeff nodded to the man delivering his mug of hot chocolate, with a fresh round for the others, and raised the mug into the air.
"To Mister Eldridge," a few of them said together.
"May he always be at the station," someone else said.
"With us," Jeff added, before raising the mug to his lips and taking a long sip.