Some are prone to wander ((open))

[abattoir_blues]

You wander the earth long enough, you're bound to leave the road more traveled every now and then. You find places most people won't ever see. It's that sort of strange inertia that brings Levon to the Nexus. What brings him to the Lounge, though.. That's less surprising. Less life's happy coincidences. Once he finds a place, he'll find it's darker

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[bigsby_wolf]

The bartender in question here (out of default) is waiting for Red to take up the position. When he finishes his own whiskey and she still doesn't materialize, Big walks up to the bar and reaches back for the bottle. With a nod to the stranger be burps, covers his mouth, and plops down on the stool beside him because his legs give out.

"Scuse moi, mon frère."
Big drinks directly from the bottle. Sam's observation that everyone bounced back quickly from the recent attack seems wrong once one spies the lately absent wolf. His long hair hangs in thick greasy locks and his usually immaculate clothing seems slept in and beaten against a rock.

[abattoir_blues]

"No offense taken."

A sideways glance takes in the sloppy and disheveled man taking up the nearby seat. It makes him feel he might have arrived a little late this time. Or maybe this poor bastard has just always been this haggard. Hard to say.

"Gotten yerself very far down this bottle yet, or are we both lucky enough t'be startin the leisurely part of our day at the same time?"

[bigsby_wolf]

Bigsby always feels more relaxed around those with his own thick southern accent. The hillbillies he mimics in order to seem human take his presence as more normal then the majority of others. In those cases, Big is always mystified as to why those people don't take to him as well. He has trouble seeing the difference in cultures but the speech pattern is noticed.

He sneers with his head down before clearing his throat and spitting to the side away from Levon.
"Is it day already?"

[abattoir_blues]

"Last I checked. Course, I can't say that time doesn't work diff'rent in this place. Being new to this place."
That soft whisper in his ear tells him he's found his way into very strange territory. Odd people who aren't people in places that aren't places. It all suits Levon fine. If he's there, he needs to be.

"Sorry to be the bearer of bad tidings, friend."
Levon actually turns to face the wolf. Big seems normal enough to him, despite the smell of death. Big will still seem plenty normal when Levon knows what he is. The lord works in mysterious ways, after all.
"Seems you've run across some hard times, if you don't mind my saying. I do hope this is a safe place for a man to relax."

[bigsby_wolf]

Bigsby starts to sing drunkenly but blessedly in a soft tone.
"Tiiimme is on ma side- Yes it is."

He waves a hand and passes the bottle.
"Safe. Perfectly fucking safe. As a damn kitten."
Big was upset about the rocks in his gut. Being so hungry. All that made for a bad day but he's had it before. It's the fact that he had that little girl so close and too lame to run. And she got away. Big is in the stages of with drawl that makes him hopeless for another good meal.

[abattoir_blues]

Bigsby's singing makes Levon laugh a little. He's many many drinks short of singing along.

His glass is finished off quick and refilled when the bottle returns. If he knew what was eating away at Big, as it were, he would actually feel bad for the man. He has far more sympathy for an animal denied his purpose and place than for men denied their drug of choice or men who kill.

"Good to hear I've got nothing to worry about."
He grins, knowing neither of them believe any of this. With his glass refilled, he passes the bottle back. Big needs it more anyway.
"And who do I have the honor of pickling my liver with?"

[bigsby_wolf]

"Big. Bad. Wolf."
He's drunk and depressed enough to give his real title. Who the hell cares? He's no threat to anyone anymore. Should just be Little Weak Puppy now.

"It used to be an honor. Till someone sneaked in ma boudoir and snipped my balls off. What might yer name be, brother?"

[abattoir_blues]

"Well, shit. And here I am, unfit and shabby for meeting a celebrity."
As of yet, he isn't sure just how seriously he should take the name. Big is odd though. He looks for a moment to the empty stool at his other side, then back to the wolf. Well, maybe it's an entirely literal title. That's a hell of a thing.

"My sympathies for the loss of your nuts, brother Wolf, however metaphorical."
Levon raises his glass and drinks for Big's misfortune.
"As for myself, I'm no one special at all. Name's Levon. Pleasure making your acquaintance."

[bigsby_wolf]

Big is a little cheered up when Levon recognizes the name and flatters him. Plenty cheered up indeed. A more sincere smile comes over him. he lifts the bottle up in salute.
He's still drunk off his ass and his eyes are half closed as he sways a bit but he's more willing for conversation.

"An whot *burp* brings ya here, levon?"

[abattoir_blues]

"Hard to say. Sometimes I never do find out."
That might be a little cryptic. He does that sometimes. It's a personal issue that comes with not holding a lot of conversations.

"Truth be told, I go where the wind takes me. Usually not the best of places. And, while I hate to say so, it could be that you're in for bad luck here. Course, from the looks of things, I might've missed it."

[bigsby_wolf]

Big's eyes narrow as he leans in closer.
"You ain.. you ain't one o them four horsemen are ya, boy?"

[abattoir_blues]

"Not that I'm aware, sir, no. Though, I do imagine we travel the same roads a great deal."

The assumption makes him laugh and maybe smile a bit more than someone should given the implications. Beside him, he can see his sister giggling a fit and hear 'her little jokes about her brother, the right hand of death'.

[bigsby_wolf]

"Ah. Long as yer not one o them then."
Big goes back to drinking.

[abattoir_blues]

"Well, you don't gotta worry yourself with that. Not t'say there's no call for worry, mind, but I'm no horseman."

He lifts his glass again before taking a deep drink.

"Course, if we're all lucky, maybe it was just the whiskey that summoned me here, huh?"

[bigsby_wolf]

"An what do you usually get summoned by, brother?"

[abattoir_blues]

"Hard thing to nail down, exactly. The papers tend t'use words like 'massacre', 'tragedy' and 'disaster'. I'd say sin and misfortune most often. "

God help him, he knows he shouldn't say so much, but Levon loves the look on a person's face when they don't quite believe him but the worry's already there. Like Big, he also feels far more comfortable with honesty when the listening party is from far enough south to know which way the wind blows without a tv to tell them. Then there's the face he wouldn't tell the wolf a thing if he were just a man...or sober.

"As I said: Could be that this is just the closest watering hole t'where I'm meant t'be."