Matt Parkman's life is full of things not on schedule. Everything about his World's essentially flipped out and gone haywire, but he's learning to live with it. So he can hear the thoughts of others. So he's trapped in an extradimensional bar. It could be worse.
Such as it is, he's playing catch. Bouncing a ball against the wall nearest to his own nonexistant door with reasonably decent coordination. Please pardon him if he annoys you?
"You all right?" That was a little more important than whether or not he was new. "Yeah, this is my second time here - you didn't... break your nose or anything, did you? Uh - need ice?"
"Um, yeah. Let me get you a wet cloth, all right?" And he turned to go to the bar. He didn't see anyone there and asked, half frustrated, "Who do I need to ask to... get a wet washcloth? There's a guy with a bloody nose?"
When a wet cloth in a small plastic container appeared, he was surprised. "Uh. Okay. Thanks," Steve said to thin air before heading back, cloth offered. "Here, didn't mean to distract you..."
Matt sympathizes. Bar's never liked him after he made the crack about her being a second rate Westin Hotel. He's learned from his mistakes however.
"...Dude. You didn't distract me. It's easy to distract me."
Pause.
"...I mean-It's okay. I mean really. Meeting new People's always better then bouncing a bar off the furnishings." he pins the washcloth up against his nose, his voice now humorously...squeaky, "...I'm Matt Parkman. I'd shake hands but-"
He shrugs helplessly and grins from underneath the towel.
Steve smiled back at him. "I'm Steven Rimbauer. Good to meet you. I just... Wow, that looks painful..." He winced. "You, uh... want a beer or something, once you're done bleeding...?"
Matt's mind says not to take advantage of new people like that. It wasn't the poor guy's fault- C'mon man. how many times have you been in this position? C'mon Tom, let me buy you a bear, C'mon Hank-
"...Sure." Matt's voice still squeaks, but at least he's cheerful, "The waitrats are moderately nice to me. Bar herself thinks I'm kind of a nuisance, but yanno."
"Oh, it usually goes, 'So, you're Steven Rimbauer -- Wait, Rimbauer as in that scary house in the middle of town that eats people?'" Steve cocked wry smile. "It goes downhill from there."
"Yeah, if the house hadn't eaten so many people, I would've believed that too. Especially if my grandmother, who disappeared in the house in the fifties, hadn't come after me." He shrugged. "I'd show you, but we've been busy trying to kill the house."
Such as it is, he's playing catch. Bouncing a ball against the wall nearest to his own nonexistant door with reasonably decent coordination. Please pardon him if he annoys you?
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Okay, he can deal with that, he thinks. "So, uh... Having fun?" he asked, closing the door behind him.
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Dammit.
Holding his nose, Matt swore before setting the ball aside, "...Kind of. I'm running out of things to do here."
Pause.
"...You must be new?"
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His hands come away with tiny streaks of red, "...Aww dammit." Hell of a first impression Matt.
Matt grabs for a napkin, "..Thanks though. Um-"
He pins up his nose, holding his head back, "....God, sorry-I'm not usually this out of it man." He really isn't, "...Second Time in the bar?"
Anything to get attention away from the innattentative cop with a bloody nose.
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When a wet cloth in a small plastic container appeared, he was surprised. "Uh. Okay. Thanks," Steve said to thin air before heading back, cloth offered. "Here, didn't mean to distract you..."
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"...Dude. You didn't distract me. It's easy to distract me."
Pause.
"...I mean-It's okay. I mean really. Meeting new People's always better then bouncing a bar off the furnishings." he pins the washcloth up against his nose, his voice now humorously...squeaky, "...I'm Matt Parkman. I'd shake hands but-"
He shrugs helplessly and grins from underneath the towel.
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"...Sure." Matt's voice still squeaks, but at least he's cheerful, "The waitrats are moderately nice to me. Bar herself thinks I'm kind of a nuisance, but yanno."
He grins, "What d'you do Steven?"
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Matt nods sympathetically, "...Never experienced. Sorry man. That's got to suck. Any particular reason? Hiring freezes? Bad luck in certain fields?"
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...The sad thing is? In Matt's world? He could almost buy it. Although it might have a different cause then in Steven's world.
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"...There's no such thing as ghosts."
Poor Steven's probably used to that reaction.
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