Who doesn't like sports pubs?
Characters: Goose, Daroach
What: Goose takes the squeaker to a ~sports pub~ filled with meaty dishes and plenty of booze.
Where: Some sports pub in the city.
When: July 15th
Rating: PG-13 to R, most likely. Goose is a bit of a sailor mouth and Daroach is a bit of an... everything. |D
( Yeehaw. )
What: Goose takes the squeaker to a ~sports pub~ filled with meaty dishes and plenty of booze.
Where: Some sports pub in the city.
When: July 15th
Rating: PG-13 to R, most likely. Goose is a bit of a sailor mouth and Daroach is a bit of an... everything. |D
( Yeehaw. )
First it was the tarot reading results talking about loss, which succeeded in pissing him off and ultimately badmouthing Amy. Then it was the outing with Blacky, who rejected his advances and acting emo in her journal concerning some guy she's head over heals with, which pissed him off to no end. And then there's family trouble, the twins with their reoccurring nightmares and his wife's decline in health. He would have to take her to the hospital soon if this keeps up. Just... this is too much to handle.
Daroach continued smoking in hopes that it'll rid of the stress, if only temporarily. As of now, he's just a ticking time bomb ready to explode; there has to be a silver lining somewhere, just a small break for him to recuperate from all this mess. Perhaps he'll get that chance today.
From the corner of his eye, he noticed Goose standing in the parking lot. He doesn't know why the pilot is here or even care, but at least it's something to look at other than the grass.
And so his attention is now on Goose.
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He took a few steps closer curiously, wondering who this person was, but he then realized it was Daraoch under the shade of that tree. Huh, what in the world was he-... oh, he was smoking a cigarette. No wonder.
He probably must have been sighted by now, so he decided it wouldn't hurt to walk up and utter a, "Hey."
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"What do you want?"
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"Was just about t' go for a flight, actually, but I ain't in a rush."
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"Just don't go dropping shit on my head."
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"Just so long as ya don't throw cheese at me, mouse man," He smirked playfully and glanced over at his gyrocopter.
"So," He started out, still looking over at his 'copter. It was just about then that he had an idea, and well, needless to say, he didn't need to go home any time soon. "I've been thinkin' of poppin' by one of the pubs in town. Y'anno, the kind with fresh meat and lots of booze to spare."
There may have been a huge grin on his face while he hinted at something right there, Daroach. A very huge grin.
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Fortunately what Goose said later caught his attention. It saved the pilot from getting insulted.
"A pub, you say?" He replied, looking interested. Hell, if it has alcohol, then surely it's okay in his book. Sides, after what he's currently going through, a drink or two is welcoming right about now.
"How far is it?"
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"Ya'll'd like flyin', anyway, I'll assure ya'."
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"Must've been high as a kite to come up with a shitty design like that. Hell, my kids can do better with crayons... and they haven't grown their limbs yet." He said, throwing his used cig on the ground and squishing it with his foot.
"Regardless, there's no way in hell I gonna ride on that thing with your gay ass."
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He saluted Daroach and took flight. The sky was already growing darker now, and it made the area above the city all too stunning. The lights were beginning to glimmer down in the town's streets and the cars' lights were flipping on. It was quite the sight.
He landed outside of the pub and got out of his vehicle. Now he just had to wait for Daroach to show up.
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"Ahhh... fuck!" he hissed, rubbing his now aching head. It's a rarity for him to teleport farther than a few feet, so going a distance 2 mins long is pushing it. Then again, when it comes to his reputation, a headache is more accepting than riding on the backseat of Goose's fashionably-impaired gyrocopter.
Ignoring the throbbing pain in his head, Daroach walked inside the pub in search of a seat, not at all waiting for Goose to follow.
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"Yer' head hurt?" He asked. Did he injure himself on the way here? But wait, how would he be able to do that via teleportation? He hadn't the slightest clue at all.
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Daroach placed the menu on the table and took off his hat, revealing a great amount of shaggy fur on the top of his head. He later sighed, resting his head on his hands whilst rubbing his temples. Already he wants another cigarette.
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He handed both menus to the waitress and grinned. "Hey, a beer'll probably make ya' feel just right again." It always worked for him!
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Such a peacrful scenery...
"...Kids tend to make a wish on the stars, thinking it'll come true. Maybe I should do the same." he said to no one in particular. Least the headache's a lot more tolerable now.
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And that was when he heard Daroach speak up. Wait, huh? He'd... never heard him say something along the lines of that before, nor did he expect it. Huh.
"Heh, I did that a lot as a kid. Thought the sky had magical powers," He snickered. Maybe that was one reason why he wanted to be a pilot (when he was younger, that is), even though he didn't believe in the stars granting wishes anymore. That was just a childish assumption. Not that he looked down on that, though, for he was simply a kid when he thought that. It was pretty typical for kids to think that way.
"One o' my first wishes from back then did come true, though! Funny, huh?" That was his wish to be a pilot soaring amongst the skies. And what do you know, it did come true!
... Goose still wasn't a believer in wishes though. Bah, he was never open-minded to that stuff. But then again, in a world as crazy as this, anything could be possible.
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