[ota] Have a holly jolly....well, maybe

[mightbedrunk]

The problem with a problem....is that it didn't disappear just because one ignored it or pretended it didn't exist. And Leona was the best at pretending, most of the time.

But not today.

She'd skipped out of work because Thursday was close enough to a weekend that no one would care, and besides- what was she really doing that was going to save

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[threecardmonty]

Have a friendly nudge, Leona. "Bartops are damn comfortable till you wake up in a pile of drool and a huge pink mark over half your face." Monty waves two fingers at the barman. Guinness for now.

"Hey, Darlin'. How's it going?"

[mightbedrunk]

"I don't drool," Leona protested as she picked up her head and propped it up with a hand. "But that doesn't matter much."

"I'm fine. Peachy. Best I've ever been. You?"

[threecardmonty]

"Sorry. That anything like horses sweat, men perspire and women glow? 'Cause I gotta tell ya everyone drools eventually."

"Fair to middlin'." He accepts the beer and turns around to lean against the bar. "Never understood why folk say 'peachy.' Damn things bruise all the time." He slants her a look. "How come that doesn't sound like you're feeling peachy?"

[mightbedrunk]

"I forgot my rosey smiles in the castle, sorry." She said, twirling her empty pint glass slowly with a sigh.

"Are you going to lecture me about my drinking?" Because she really wasn't sure she was up to that today.

[threecardmonty]

"Ain't my place. You're big girl." And he'll just stand here sucking on his beer and giving off big-brother-leave-my-sister-the-fuck-alone vibes.

"What's up?"

[mightbedrunk]

"Nothing, really. Nursing my blues away, and it'll be okay- right?"

It worked for George Strait, why not her? She definitely had friends in low places, after all.

[threecardmonty]

Nothing wrong with that. Monty reckons he and old Garth are at least kissing cousins with a few bar tops themselves. He don't buy it none, but she'll tell him in her own good time if she's a mind to.

"Sometimes. Sometimes it just dims 'em a bit and they come back and get you later." Spoken like a man who spends every October 15 getting falling down drunk. "More places oughta have juke boxes so folk can inflict their mood on everyone else."

[mightbedrunk]

"Guess we all have our blues, but no reason to get into details. Might just get ugly." She said with a shrug, before sitting up a bit more to look around.

"Probably a music box about somewhere." Some places, at least, had radios. That could be inflicted on people as well.

[threecardmonty]

"Back by the pool tables maybe? Wanna go see?"

[mightbedrunk]

"Maybe..." She said, turning to look back toward the pool tables before eyeing Monty carefully.

"You gonna suggest playing pool next? To get me away from the bar?"

[threecardmonty]

"What can I say, Darlin'? I got me an aversion to drool. Also thought we could find us the most obnoxious music possible and play it. Something like 'What's New Pussycat?' twenty times in a row."

[mightbedrunk]

"Alright, Tiger. If you insist." She'll let him win this time. But only because she already let Elisha win a little too. "But we're going to find something better than 'What's New Pussycat'."

[threecardmonty]

"Suit yourself. Could always put on something twangy, I reckon. Ought to drive 'em all nuts with that, too." He worries about you, Darlin'. He may not be able to fix her problems, but he at least can hang around and show her people care. "You know how to boot scoot?"