bar blues in e minor

[toaskorinquire]

This is not the least classy bar in town, or even the Narrows, but a great deal of that has to do with the fact it's one in the afternoon and there are only two patrons inside -- a trucker watching soap operas on the TV over the bar, and Query. She is sulking into her whisky with her face propped up in her hand, such that her cheek looks all

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[lastchancetorun]

You know what's great for migraines? Booze. It must be true, or else why would Judah be showing up at a bar in the middle of the day? Doesn't he have patients? Isn't the clinic open on Mondays? Apparently not today and apparently not this Monday, because he's here and not at his clinic.

Maybe he misses his roomate. Have a seat at the bar, Judah. Jesus.

[toaskorinquire]

Query casts a furtive sidelong look at Judah. Huh. Pretty. But she might break him. Still! She takes an interest in other mid-day drinkers' motivations.

"You lose your job, too?"

[lastchancetorun]

He look a bit startled because...people speaking. People SPEAKING in BARS. "Oh. Hm. No. Day off." It's his clinic, he can do that. "Did you?" That's concern in his voice. No, no, really.

[toaskorinquire]

"Yup." Drink! "But I'm okay. Just bored."

Basically, it is the thing where expressing the slightest bit of interest in their problems, no matter how fake, dooms you forever to be talked at by some random drunk.

"Bored. In Gotham."

[hedbonesoftruth]

Spider Jerusalem is a few days over-due on an article. They had to re-print an old one on Friday. His editor wants both of this week's articles before tomorrow night. That, or Spider's testicles strung on a gold chain. Spider informed him that the gold would just be tacky and to go fuck himself. Then he left the house with his cell-phone closed in a desk drawer to avoid being harassed further.

The weird thing is, aside from the fact he's wearing what appear to be very worn dress slacks and not jeans, his outfit and Query's are very similar. His tattoos are also largely on display from under and around the wifebeater as he spots the girl and moves in to take the seat beside her.
"Give me a glass and leave a bottle of Jameson's for me and the girl."

[toaskorinquire]

Ooh, that gets Spider such a scrutinizing look, though notably, she isn't complaining.

"Hello, sailor," she toasts him with what's left in her glass and downs it. She isn't shy about looking at his tattoos, but demonstrates a loose grasp of socialization by looking Spider in the eye when she talks. "Whatcha do that for?"

[hedbonesoftruth]

Spider fills his glass when the bottle is put in front of him and slams it back. He smiles at Query, as greasy and awkward an expression that is on him, and shrugs.

"Societal cliches suggest buying a girl a drink is a good ice-breaker. I figure, the more drinks I'm covering, the better my luck."

Big brown puppy dog eyes do him so little good.

"What brings you to drown your sorrows in the middle of the day?"

He sees the pretty guy. Yes. He is ignoring the pretty guy, in hopes that it will catch on as a trend and he can hold Query's attention.

[toaskorinquire]

Assured of a captive audience, Query sits up a little and commences full scale conversational sulking.

"I lost my joooob. It was an awesome job. And my boss was nice. He got arrested. And now some guy's liquoring me up, probably for filthy and indecent purposes."

Her good-natured grin indicates this is an acceptable practice, however.