It Goes Good With Beer
WHO: Conner and Ludwig
WHEN: Friday night, September 25th
WHERE: The Winchester Pub
WHAT: Good beer and relaxing in a rowdy bar
Pale hands pulled back screwed up hair (he really heeded to go get that chunk missing from his hair evened out) then hesitantly touched a still sore nose, grimacing at the still sharp pain. No doubt it would take at least another month to heal, probably longer considering how adverse to rest he was. Not that that, or the pain pills, would stop him from drinking.
Conner settled down in one of the stools closest to the break in the bar counter, where he’d just finished setting up a few cases of good German beer so they were in easy reach. The guys working tonight had already been warned from this little corner of the bar, threatened with overtime and clean up duty if they came into the territory or took one of the specially ordered brew. It was a special occasion after all.
One of the younger guys came dangerously close before quickly darting away at his boss’ glare. Conner on the other hand stood and reached over the bar, grabbing two cold ones and popping one open to take a swig. The second - unopened and waiting for it’s intended man - sat undisturbed on the counter next to him as he watched the door.
WHEN: Friday night, September 25th
WHERE: The Winchester Pub
WHAT: Good beer and relaxing in a rowdy bar
Pale hands pulled back screwed up hair (he really heeded to go get that chunk missing from his hair evened out) then hesitantly touched a still sore nose, grimacing at the still sharp pain. No doubt it would take at least another month to heal, probably longer considering how adverse to rest he was. Not that that, or the pain pills, would stop him from drinking.
Conner settled down in one of the stools closest to the break in the bar counter, where he’d just finished setting up a few cases of good German beer so they were in easy reach. The guys working tonight had already been warned from this little corner of the bar, threatened with overtime and clean up duty if they came into the territory or took one of the specially ordered brew. It was a special occasion after all.
One of the younger guys came dangerously close before quickly darting away at his boss’ glare. Conner on the other hand stood and reached over the bar, grabbing two cold ones and popping one open to take a swig. The second - unopened and waiting for it’s intended man - sat undisturbed on the counter next to him as he watched the door.