Who: EVERYONE AND ANYONE Where: The Northern Lights Bar When: backdated- Thursday evening Rating: R to be safe! Summary: Poker nights have begun again! Open log for mingling, drinking and general debauchery! the log:
Meanwhile, the resident barkeep lounged behind the bar counter, both feet propped up on a barstool. He was damned tired (so he'd watch instead of play.) However, he kept a wary eye on the alcohol stash back here. That Thursday night crowd tended to be kinda untrustworthy, when it came to his supplies.
Even so. He didn't mind seeing them all around. Reminded him that this place was something other than a hellhole.
Walks up and sits himself on one of the bar stools. He placed his hands on the bar and looked at the barkeep. "Nice to have a bit of movement around here, don't you think?"
Now he was very aware of just how unsavory most of the folks were that came in; but he never felt a need to worry. The Lights staff was not exactly a group of push overs after all.
"Tch. It's the busiest place in town, not that I've got much competition."
Shinjiro swung his arm over to pour a half-glass of darkness beer for Jonathon. He slid it toward him without a question--besides, if the other man didn't want it, he'd take it back again just as quick. Drinking on the job was something he did a lot. Especially over the last few months.
"Ain't bad seeing these poker nights up again..." A welcome change from the winter survivalist hell.
Jonathan? Refuse a drink? Perish the thought my dear sir! Especially one from a man he'd dare consider a friend. With a soft ease he took the beer in hand, sipping it rather then just gulping it down. Make decent things last was the rule of thumb out here.
"You should be a proud proprietor then. Teeming business keeping the doldrums away." A rare smile because he is in full agreement, "Yes. Moral needed a bit of improvement and...well not everyone is suited to the more ah...delicate entertainments around here?"
"Delicate? Hmph." The barkeep shook his head a few times and poured himself a glass of the house stuff. Battery acid was a damned good nickname for it--not that he even noticed. He'd grown used to the taste, even liked it. He sighed a little once he'd drained half the glass.
"Don't know what's delicate around here, unless you mean the cafe." He didn't exactly smile back at Jon, but his scowl relaxed some. It wasn't bad seeing this guy look happier--or at least less bored, and worn down by this place.
"You got any more ideas for events over here, or shit like that?"
"Yes, that's one of the things. Don't get me wrong- it's nice for a day to day but sometimes you just need a bit of a jolt." He couldn't help a face when he caught sight of how much Shinji had down from that wonderful ale. He catches the relaxing face and his grin seems just a slight brighter.
"Other events? Well, with this crowd I'm sure pinnacle is out of the question." But maybe something else? Horse races were out since well...not many horses.
"...What sort of sporting events are popular in the future."
Sounded like some fancy casino shit to him. He shrugged and took a couple deep sips into his glass, thinking... darts and poker got old. But aside from other card games, nothing came to mind.
"In the future--tch, you mean my time?" Have a raised eyebrow--dammit Jon, he's not a time traveler. Then a moment where he tries to think... "Nothin' we can do here. Cars, motorcycles, shit like that..."
"Don't worry on it too much- old man's game. Started out in Germany somewhere.' That was really all there was to know if one was not interested in playing it. A trickster's game to be sure but Jon didn't really want to go through the motions of teaching anyone.
He grinned, he did enjoy a good car race- especially when bullets were not involved. "What about boxing. Marquess of Queensbury rules and all."
Even so. He didn't mind seeing them all around. Reminded him that this place was something other than a hellhole.
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Now he was very aware of just how unsavory most of the folks were that came in; but he never felt a need to worry. The Lights staff was not exactly a group of push overs after all.
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Shinjiro swung his arm over to pour a half-glass of darkness beer for Jonathon. He slid it toward him without a question--besides, if the other man didn't want it, he'd take it back again just as quick. Drinking on the job was something he did a lot. Especially over the last few months.
"Ain't bad seeing these poker nights up again..." A welcome change from the winter survivalist hell.
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"You should be a proud proprietor then. Teeming business keeping the doldrums away." A rare smile because he is in full agreement, "Yes. Moral needed a bit of improvement and...well not everyone is suited to the more ah...delicate entertainments around here?"
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"Don't know what's delicate around here, unless you mean the cafe." He didn't exactly smile back at Jon, but his scowl relaxed some. It wasn't bad seeing this guy look happier--or at least less bored, and worn down by this place.
"You got any more ideas for events over here, or shit like that?"
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"Other events? Well, with this crowd I'm sure pinnacle is out of the question." But maybe something else? Horse races were out since well...not many horses.
"...What sort of sporting events are popular in the future."
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Sounded like some fancy casino shit to him. He shrugged and took a couple deep sips into his glass, thinking... darts and poker got old. But aside from other card games, nothing came to mind.
"In the future--tch, you mean my time?" Have a raised eyebrow--dammit Jon, he's not a time traveler. Then a moment where he tries to think... "Nothin' we can do here. Cars, motorcycles, shit like that..."
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He grinned, he did enjoy a good car race- especially when bullets were not involved. "What about boxing. Marquess of Queensbury rules and all."
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