Roger Linus / LOST / Ze bar
A bar? Roger likes it already. In the course of his lifetime he has heard many things about the probabilities of what happens to a person once they die. He can't say he ever heard this one before. It's fairly crowded- not overly...just right. He hasn't been to a bar since he left Oregon. Come to think of it he hadn't enjoyed himself since he left Oregon...since Emily... That mentality was how he has spent his life. In his old age he had almost reached the point of forgiveness before time was up. Maybe he's here for a purpose? It's nice to have hair again anyway. Nice to be able to move without back pain from decades of janitorial duties.
He takes a seat at the middle of the bar as if trying to fall back into the swing of things again. He puts in an order for a beer. Much to his relief that sort of thing exists here and he bets it doesn't taste as bad as the DHARMA brand. Once he gets it he looks at the glass bottle for a moment and takes a modest sip. No sooner does it get past his tongue does he start sucking it down without a hint of modesty.
I mean who's looking?
He takes a seat at the middle of the bar as if trying to fall back into the swing of things again. He puts in an order for a beer. Much to his relief that sort of thing exists here and he bets it doesn't taste as bad as the DHARMA brand. Once he gets it he looks at the glass bottle for a moment and takes a modest sip. No sooner does it get past his tongue does he start sucking it down without a hint of modesty.
I mean who's looking?