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Open Bar #2

Jan 20, 2009 19:14

Who: Owen and OPEN BAR
What: OPEN BAR #2: For those of you who haven't been here that long, Owen is serving drinks at his bar, so bring in people to spill their sorrows to the bartender/shrink, bring them in to interact with others at the bar, if two or three of your characters just want to get together and hang out in the bar, go ahead. Just ( Read more... )

ianto jones, temperance brennan, *status-complete, harry dresden, kaylee frye, saffron, maurice riley, owen harper

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11:30 pm! teapot_jones January 21 2009, 01:31:34 UTC

If Owen chose another career, Ianto wouldn't be terribly upset about it. The fact that his best mate was a bartender meant that Ianto drank a whole lot more than he did in a long time. Mainly it was to keep Owen company, since it was a small town and all. Small towns didn't make for busy bars.

Grinning stupidly, Ianto bustled into the bar then shook himself off, dislodging snow off of broad and currently woolen shoulders. Under his coat were black jeans, a crimson shirt and one of his suit coats. Casual but not. One of his nicer compromises, he felt. "Evening!" he yelled in general. By now he knew everyone that worked here.

Re: 11:30 pm! kingoftheweevil January 21 2009, 01:38:15 UTC

Owen emerged from the back room, wiping his hands with a rag to give the illusion of having just been busy doing Something Important in the kitchen. One of the many things he liked about being the bartender was that you were always someone's salvation. Boyfriend dumped you? Too bad, poor girl, have a drink. Lost your job? Drink's on the house tonight.

Not like being a doctor. People were always nagging at you about something or other, threatening lawsuits.

No, no, he liked this job quite a bit more than some of his others.

"Evenin' Mister Jones. What'll it be tonight?"

Re: 11:30 pm! teapot_jones January 21 2009, 02:17:43 UTC

Ianto's job, he felt, was something similar, only it involved mornings as opposed to evenings. And a good deal less with the drunkenness, but with extra hangovers. It balanced out.

Ianto found someplace to hang his coat to let it dry out and went to annoy Owen at the bar. At least for the moment. "Um. Nothing special. Scotch and ice. If I asked you for a surprise, you'd give me something pink and involving an umbrella. Slow night, Owen?"

Re: 11:30 pm! kingoftheweevil January 21 2009, 02:51:31 UTC

"Ianto, you simply have no faith in me." Owen rolled his eyes a little and fixed him his coveted scotch. "Bit slow. But that girl's been eying you for a bit." He nodded his head slightly towards the back of the bar where a little redheaded girl with glasses huddled in a booth, reading something. She was attractive, and would be more-so if she let those generous curves show.

"Quiet thing." He topped off the glass and pushed it towards Ianto. "I think I talked to her once. Told her about your half-naked exploits."

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8pm...Maurice is going to start early. onceinvisible January 21 2009, 03:27:02 UTC

It wasn't that the first place Maurice Riley went when he got to the little town was the local.

Though it was.

It was just that he'd had a long day, a long several days, possibly even a long couple of weeks, and a quiet, stiff drink--or even a pint--would be much appreciated.

He had left Babs napping in the hotel room. She wouldn't miss him for an hour or two, jet lagged as she was. Maurice walked into the first pub he laid eyes on, though as he entered he realised it was halfway to being more of a bar than a pub. Ah well. It would do. He was willing to settle. And it was quiet.

He walked up to the bar and settled on a stool. "A lager and a brandy?" he asked the bartender.

Re: 8pm...Maurice is going to start early. kingoftheweevil January 21 2009, 03:43:08 UTC

Owen looked up. Finally. He had been about ready to give up. Change career paths. Maybe to something nice and simple. Like a florist. The thought had nearly made him laugh, too. Imagine that classified ad:

Dr. Owen Harper, M.D.: Psychologist/Doctor/alien hunter/bartender. Seeking position in the floral industry.

He smiled politely at the older man before fetching him glasses of both. "Straightaway!" So he was in a bit of a silly mood tonight.

onceinvisible January 21 2009, 04:15:33 UTC

Wondering whether the fact that it was a Commonwealth nation meant that Canada would have the same ludicrous by-the-measure law for hard liquor as Britain, but unwilling to try without some backup--Babs would kill him if he went home pissed the first night here--Maurice waited for his moderate drink order. There would always be time for another round, if need be.

He watched the bartender work, then accepted his glasses. He sipped deeply from the taller one, eyes closed. There. Much better. A very long day.

Putting the frosty glass on the bar, Maurice took a good look at the bartender. "You're not from around here," he observed.

kingoftheweevil January 22 2009, 01:22:29 UTC

"Nope. I reckon very few of us actually are." Owen leaned to rest his weight comfortably against the counter behind him, mindful of the various bottles. No one else asking for drinks to speak of, so his attentions were focused on the older man. British, definitely.

"Owen Harper." He extended a pale hand. "Born about London -- though Cardiff was my more recent residence." He had taken great care not to call it a home. Home was someplace where one was meant to be happy; Owen had never felt anything like that from Wales.

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11PM brainysmurfet January 21 2009, 15:53:17 UTC

Brennan had to admit it. She was lonely. It had been a couple weeks since Booth left to see Parker and she finally realized how boring her life is without work or him dragging her to the diner or making her watch some guy movie.

Plus, winter here was awfully cold and dark and the snow had been confining her to her apartment for longer and longer periods of time. So tonight, she decided to go to the bar, alone. She wasn't one to conform to social mores or be uncomfortable in non-traditional situations. However, she was aware of what other people thought about women who drank by themselves. It didn't deter her though as she stepped confidently toward the bar, grabbed a stool and got the attention of the bartender.

"Gin and tonic on the rocks, please."

Re: 11PM kingoftheweevil January 22 2009, 01:41:52 UTC

Pretty woman. Owen grinned a little -- he was faithful to Tosh, of course. But the saying went "old habits die hard" or something along similar lines to justify less-than-appropriate behavior. Still, he managed to keep the grin more than tasteful, not even roaming over that nice figure.

Tosh would be proud.

"Coming up, miss." He gave her a silly little bow before ducking to fetch two bottles from beneath the counter. "I haven't seen you in here before."

Re: 11PM brainysmurfet January 22 2009, 18:14:49 UTC

The bartender was attractive. So at least there was that. And he seemed cordial enough.

"No. This is my first time here" she said, scanning the full bar for the first time. A decent place. Not fancy but not what Booth would refer to as a "dive bar." She wondered if he had been here in her absence.

"Is this your place?" she inquired as she watch the bartender making her drink.

Re: 11PM kingoftheweevil January 22 2009, 23:16:56 UTC

"Mine?" Owen laughed, head shaking in amused surprise. "No. No, it's not mine. Though I really should be running it, hours I'm putting in." A hand was offered to her over the bar, and he half-smiled. "Owen Harper."

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Around 9pm kaylee_firefly January 22 2009, 01:44:52 UTC

Ever since trying to talk to Billy (learning he was Dr. Horrible in the process) Kaylee had been in a decidedly un-Kaylee-like funk. Yes, she went to work and did what needed to be done, but she didn't enjoy it as much as usual. It was like a spark had gone out in her, and she wasn't quite sure how to get it back.

In the meantime, though, alcohol was always a good option.

After a dinner that she didn't ever really remember eating, Kaylee trudged through the snow to the bar that she'd passed many times, but hadn't ever entered.

"Somethin' strong," she sighed, sitting on a barstool and leaning her elbow on the counter, resting her head on her hand. "Please."

Re: Around 9pm kingoftheweevil January 22 2009, 02:14:15 UTC

Owen wasn't new to seeing girls entering the bar alone and despondent. After a few drinks, they typically walked out on the arm of some boy, worries forgotten. This one, though...Owen got something different.

Without a word, he poured her a glass of Irish Whiskey, sliding it over before speaking. "You alright?" There was an actual look of concern to his normal smirk, something worried as she began to drink.

Re: Around 9pm kaylee_firefly January 22 2009, 02:20:56 UTC

Kaylee grabbed the drink, taking a good gulp of it before looking up at the bartender.

"Ain't nothing," she shrugged, shaking her head. "Jus' havin' a bad day. Well, week, I guess."

That was the very least of it. Kaylee wasn't sure she'd ever felt as dejected as this- even Simon's stupidity had left her with hope, at times. Billy had wanted to shut her out completely, and though Kaylee wasn't about to let him do that, she didn't know how to start talking to him again.

Re: Around 9pm kingoftheweevil January 22 2009, 02:29:18 UTC

"I have time." He shot her a silly grin and ducked his head a bit to try and re-capture her eyes. "You know, I wish I still had my diploma so I could hang it up behind the bar -- I am a certified psychologist, you know."

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10 PM the_other_harry January 25 2009, 03:01:20 UTC

So, here he was, out for the second time since coming to Canada. The bar seemed to be a far better idea than the party had been. Harry made his way to the counter, checking out the crowd as he did. It was a force of habit. Some days, he missed MacAnally's. At least there, he knew he was on protected ground.

But he was in Canada, and so far he hadn't encountered much that was dangerous. So maybe this really was a new start.

Harry settled onto a stool and waited for the bartender to be freed up.

Re: 10 PM kingoftheweevil January 25 2009, 03:21:00 UTC

Not much of a crowd, really. In between talking to a strange British man and a poor girl who didn't deserve to be crying, Owen was for the most part unoccupied.

Spying the new gentleman enter, Owen raised a curious eyebrow. Maybe he didn't get out much, but there seemed to be a rush of people he'd never seen before in this little town. That curiosity still coloring his expression, Owen sidled up in front of him. "Hello, then. Want anything?"

Re: 10 PM the_other_harry January 25 2009, 03:45:20 UTC

Harry looked up at the bartender when he came over. Something tingled in the back of his mind and he couldn't quite put his finger on it. But, he gave the bartender a smile.

"Yeah. Whatever you have on tap. Surprise me." Harry was easy when it came to drinking. Back home, Mac would just sit something on the bar in front of him and expect him to drink it. And it was usually good.

Re: 10 PM kingoftheweevil January 25 2009, 04:14:50 UTC

"I can do that." If this had been Ianto, Owen would have returned with something pink, fruity, and possibly sporting an umbrella. But he had a professional image to uphold. So drawing from the tap it was. It was a strong ale with a nice, dark heaviness that made it go down very smooth. Pushing it across the table to the other, Owen shrugged. "Surprise."

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