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I always thought my movie would be a comedy [OPEN]

Aug 30, 2009 20:45

Who: Bret, Gob, anyone who happens by
What: Hanging around the tavern
Where: The Stoat
When: Sunday night

( Not quite the tragedy that it's become )

bret mcclegnie, jean yves, gob bluth, barney stinson, cho takahashi

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remove_alldoubt August 31 2009, 02:28:03 UTC

Gob entered the tavern after an afternoon of performing near the city center. He couldn't do the more spectacular illusions here, not without the right equipment. Small slight-of-hand tricks were the most he could manage. But they got a few coins thrown his way- when they worked.

He hadn't made nearly enough as he'd hoped, or thought he deserved. It wasn't even enough to fill his pocket. At least Barney had enough that whenever they hung out, he'd buy Gob a drink or two, and maybe something to eat. Barney was a good guy.

Gob looked around for his bro as he took the first few steps in. No sign of Barney. Oh, but there was someone else he knew. He walked up to the adjacent bar stool.

"Whiskey," he said to the girl behind the bar, and plunked down the necessary funds. "Evening, Brent."

weedyshyguy August 31 2009, 02:36:14 UTC

"Bret," he corrected automatically, though it was a different pronunciation than the one he usually had to fight off. It was unique. He turned to see who'd said it.

Oh, Gob. Of course.

"Hey," he replied, giving a curt head nod. He supposed he'd look more bitter and angry if he wasn't sipping- what, pomegranate?- juice. But there wasn't any way around it. And at this point he didn't feel bitter and angry so much as exhausted and confused (and underneath all that, a little scared).

remove_alldoubt August 31 2009, 02:48:39 UTC

Well. Wasn't somebody a grumpy gus.

Gob glanced toward the back of the tavern, in the direction of the kitchen. He hadn't forgotten that Cho had said she worked here. He'd come here a few times hoping to catch sight of her again, but it hadn't worked. If things kept going like this he was going to have to just walk into the kitchen, and then it would be so much for a 'spontaneous' second meeting.

He turned back to the other man. "What's got you so down?" There wasn't any sympathy in the question. It was more like Bret's sadness was infringing on Gob somehow. Not that he'd ever really seen the other guy happy. "Somebody interrupt your naptime?" He smirked at his little joke. Between the juice-drinking and the introverted behavior, Bret kind of reminded Gob of Buster sometimes.

weedyshyguy August 31 2009, 03:00:38 UTC

Bret frowned. Hadn't he heard? Bret wasn't sure if Gob was the type to deny the bad things that happened around him or not. It seemed pretty likely. But it also seemed likely that Gob didn't read his journal regularly and was honestly ignorant of what was going on around him.

Bret probably shouldn't have felt grateful to not be that guy, for once.

"Actually, a bunch of people- people like us, I mean- a bunch of them left. They won't be coming back. And someone died. A teenage girl," Bret explained. He took a drink and wished he could remember what the drink Cho had made him was called. If he was going to have to deal with comforting Gob, he might not mind the loose inhibitions and terrible aftereffects of alcohol so much.

remove_alldoubt August 31 2009, 03:08:13 UTC

Gob squinted. He was confused as to why Bret would be sad that people had left. Were the people who came through the tree all supposed to be like some big squishy family or something?

But then- someone died? Gob could at least understand that was a bad thing. He looked down into the drink that had just been placed in front of him.

"Oh. That sucks," he said. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do here. He looked up at Bret warily. "D'you need a hug or something?"