Drown out the Damage [[Open Log]]
WHO: Julian Keller and...all of you guys!
WHERE: A City bar that's not too strict on its security policy. Or its over-21s policy.
WHEN: Evening and into the night, Wednesday, July 20th.
WARNINGS: Likely drunkenness, possible angst? Potential violence if someone irritates him.
SUMMARY: Ever since the trip to New Jersey, Julian's been doing a lot of thinking. Which really isn't good for him, so he's gonna do what every healthy individual does at times like this - drown it out with alcohol, bars and loudness. Works every time.
FORMAT: As you like it
It wasn't that the trip to the beach hadn't been fun. Actually, a lot of it had been all kinds of fun. Messing with Wilder, flying with Jessica, hanging out with everyone. That had all been cool.
But then there was the part that had involved Laura being drunk and talking about home, and Tom talking to him about Laura, and...
Geez. He hadn't been prepared for that. Actually he hadn't been prepared for any of that, hadn't been prepared to think about the things Tom had asked questions on. It had been a long time since he'd analysed what he thought about Laura, or home, or...even friends, if he was honest. Things at home had been sucking for a long time. One supervillain-induced fight after another, then the Institute being destroyed and everyone being separated. Eventually moving to San Francisco, where things couldn't be the same anymore because too much had changed. Relationships fractured, friends out of contact, connections broken.
To say he hadn't dealt with it well would be an understatement. He'd rebounded in a huge way, spending most of his time drinking and messing around with girls who didn't mean anything. Somewhere, deep down, he knew that was a bad way to be. But he couldn't fault its effectiveness.
That's why he was here tonight. He hadn't had much cause for hanging around in bars since coming to the City. Most of the things that bugged him about home were non-existent here, so it hadn't been an issue. But ever since he'd gotten back from New Jersey, all the confusion and awkwardness raised on the trip had been throwing around in his head like a God damned angst-filled circus. So here he was, in some New York bar whose name he hadn't even registered, drinking those thoughts away. He'd picked this place mainly because security had seemed lax, and no one had noticed that his ID was fake. Back in San Fran, he'd gotten pretty good at picking out the right kind of joint.
At first, he'd done his usual and picked out pretty female faces to talk to. But, for some reason, his heart just wasn't in that tonight. He got bored of it too quickly, thoughts drifting back to the beach, and that was no good at all. So he ended up finding a stool near the back, and keeping a beer in front of him. This was probably going to be a long session.
WHERE: A City bar that's not too strict on its security policy. Or its over-21s policy.
WHEN: Evening and into the night, Wednesday, July 20th.
WARNINGS: Likely drunkenness, possible angst? Potential violence if someone irritates him.
SUMMARY: Ever since the trip to New Jersey, Julian's been doing a lot of thinking. Which really isn't good for him, so he's gonna do what every healthy individual does at times like this - drown it out with alcohol, bars and loudness. Works every time.
FORMAT: As you like it
It wasn't that the trip to the beach hadn't been fun. Actually, a lot of it had been all kinds of fun. Messing with Wilder, flying with Jessica, hanging out with everyone. That had all been cool.
But then there was the part that had involved Laura being drunk and talking about home, and Tom talking to him about Laura, and...
Geez. He hadn't been prepared for that. Actually he hadn't been prepared for any of that, hadn't been prepared to think about the things Tom had asked questions on. It had been a long time since he'd analysed what he thought about Laura, or home, or...even friends, if he was honest. Things at home had been sucking for a long time. One supervillain-induced fight after another, then the Institute being destroyed and everyone being separated. Eventually moving to San Francisco, where things couldn't be the same anymore because too much had changed. Relationships fractured, friends out of contact, connections broken.
To say he hadn't dealt with it well would be an understatement. He'd rebounded in a huge way, spending most of his time drinking and messing around with girls who didn't mean anything. Somewhere, deep down, he knew that was a bad way to be. But he couldn't fault its effectiveness.
That's why he was here tonight. He hadn't had much cause for hanging around in bars since coming to the City. Most of the things that bugged him about home were non-existent here, so it hadn't been an issue. But ever since he'd gotten back from New Jersey, all the confusion and awkwardness raised on the trip had been throwing around in his head like a God damned angst-filled circus. So here he was, in some New York bar whose name he hadn't even registered, drinking those thoughts away. He'd picked this place mainly because security had seemed lax, and no one had noticed that his ID was fake. Back in San Fran, he'd gotten pretty good at picking out the right kind of joint.
At first, he'd done his usual and picked out pretty female faces to talk to. But, for some reason, his heart just wasn't in that tonight. He got bored of it too quickly, thoughts drifting back to the beach, and that was no good at all. So he ended up finding a stool near the back, and keeping a beer in front of him. This was probably going to be a long session.