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Open Log: Drunk Time

Aug 31, 2009 22:59

WHO: John McClane and Whoever
WHERE: Dive bar named Mickey's
WHEN: The night the Joker broke free again.
WARNINGS: Swearing, drinking, jerks.
SUMMARY: The Joker's free, and he spelled out McClane's mantra in blood. It's too much.
FORMAT: Whatever

( You and me and the bottle makes three tonight. )

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darkprophecies September 1 2009, 07:19:34 UTC

Raven had already attempted drinking away her worries a near week before, leaving her feeling ashamed of herself, and with a bit of a headache that she didn't wish to have again. But with nothing else to do with her evenings, she found herself looking for new things to keep her mind off the pain ( ... )

yippiekiyay September 1 2009, 07:25:28 UTC

It takes McClane a minute before he notices someone's talking to him.

He looks up - eyes still focused and alert, so he's not too far gone - and then back down at his drink.

"Difficult life."

darkprophecies September 1 2009, 07:29:08 UTC

... the poor man. She recognized the voice the moment he spoke, and her hesitation grew almost double in size. However, she sat down anyway, tucking some hair nervously behind an ear.

"I understand that well." she takes a moment to look at his drink, trying to determine what it is based off knowledge alone.
"I'm a bit surprised to see you alone here, if I recognize you correctly."

yippiekiyay September 1 2009, 07:33:24 UTC

He knows her, too. Kinda hard not to after that demon possession mess. Plus, she'd been in holding in Police Plaza for a while. Always meant to have a little talk with her back then.

"What, you think I've got a million friends to hang out with?"

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8D i think his comm numbers on the wanted list even... thatsafinecoat September 1 2009, 09:41:16 UTC

It's been a little less than a week since Marv got the pills from the blonde doctor who looked way too much like Goldie. Said her name was Dr. Sofen. Never did much like psychiatrists ( ... )

Marv, Marv, Marv, Marv, Marv... yippiekiyay September 1 2009, 18:03:40 UTC

McClane knows that voice. That Marv guy. Wanted for a DUI.

But he can't bring himself to give a damn about that right now. Not with that grinnin' asshole in his head.

"Another Jack," he blurts. Yeah, a shit night.

. thatsafinecoat September 1 2009, 20:53:24 UTC

Marv glances over at the guy as he pulls out a cigarette. He recognizes the voice and also seems to recall another of those cops putting him on the wanted list. Well, the hell with it.

"Shoulda figured you for a drinkin' man, Officer," he says, offering one of his cigarettes.

Re: . yippiekiyay September 1 2009, 21:08:17 UTC

McClane takes it gladly.

"You'd be hard pressed to name a cop who isn't," comes the bitter response as he lights up.

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theprimerprime September 1 2009, 12:23:03 UTC

If there was one man in the City tonight with as much right to be in a bad mood as John McClane, it was Sentinel Prime. He had worked his aft off to get the new prison up and running, just so that this sort of thing wouldn't happen anymore. And when Texas decided they wanted the Joker...sure, he had been happy to get rid of the problem, but he had made certain they knew exactly what they were getting into. Apparently that wasn't enough ( ... )

yippiekiyay September 1 2009, 18:05:21 UTC

Been a while since he's been out drinking with Sent. Might've lifted his spirits a little if he wasn't talking about the fuckin' clown.

"South. They do everything big and fuckin' stupid there."

theprimerprime September 1 2009, 21:12:26 UTC

"Figures," Sentinel groused. "Planet's full of slaggin' idiots. Next time anyone asks me to extradite, I'm telling them to go stick it in their hard drive."

The bartender, clearly not used to the language of belligerent former robots, gave him a quizzical look. Nonplussed, he jabbed a thumb in the direction of McClane's glass and said "I'll have what he's having."

yippiekiyay September 1 2009, 21:21:49 UTC

McClane shakes his head a little, almost wanting to smirk at that, but not having it in him tonight.

"Can't argue with you there," he mutters, as he finishes his own drink. "Another Jack."

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frobocop September 1 2009, 12:47:38 UTC

Atsuko appreciates a drink. She's been appreciating them more lately, ever since the trip to Brazil that told her absolutely nothing she wanted to hear. So sometimes, when she's not on duty, Atsuko goes around bar hunting. It's nothing serious--that's what she tells herself--but sometimes she just needs it. Tonight is one of those times. Tonight, it's this craphole.

Of course, before she can order anything from the bartender, she notices the Chief, obviously intent on getting shitfaced. Fuck. Atsuko doesn't comfort people; she doesn't know how, and without her comm translator to rely on she usually comes up short anyway. But McClane is obviously feeling like shit--understandably--and what is she supposed to do? Let him drink himself into a coma?

"Hey," she says, in a slightly accented voice. The tone's not gentle, but it's not rough either.

yippiekiyay September 1 2009, 18:08:03 UTC

An eyebrow lifts as McClane's head turns just enough to see that mass of yellow hair. Great. Jackson. Good cop, bad attitude.

Then again, same's been said about him more times than he can count.

"Hey," he returns. "What's up? The Joker eat somebody's heart or somethin'?"

frobocop September 1 2009, 23:28:24 UTC

She raises her eyebrows. It's become close to her default expression around the other officers, at this point, and the Chief's no exception.

"Not yet."

She sits down and orders. It's a shot. It's pretty much always a shot. There's some English expression she's searching for, but she has no idea what it is--it comes to her once she's downed it. Maybe the burn helps jog memories.

"But the night is young."

yippiekiyay September 1 2009, 23:42:46 UTC

McClane just shakes his head and keeps up with his whiskey.

"Let's drink 'til it's old, then."

He gives a once-over to whatever it is she's shootin' back.

because why the hell not taughttolisten September 1 2009, 15:38:22 UTC

It's been a bad day all around.

Vader's presence presses on his mind like the roar of a tidal wave, like choking black smoke, and yet somehow there are children in the city who are excited to see him. Children, no older than the younglings whose lives were cut brutally short at the Temple during Order 66. His chance encounter with Odysseus is spooling out into what looks like the beginnings of an intense game of cat and mouse, Fakir's friend is on a deep downward spiral, and the most dangerous villain in the City is on the loose and gunning for the already-harried Chief of Police.

And finally, meditation isn't enough to bring him calm.

He's reassured by the presence of other officers at the bar; he spares a vague smile for Sergeant Jackson and a nod for the young woman next to Chief McClane as he approaches them.

"Do you mind if I join you?" he asks, and it's impossible to keep the weariness out of his voice.

yippiekiyay September 1 2009, 18:26:47 UTC

McClane shrugs.

"Free country," is the reply. Not sure how well he's gonna handle this crazy Star Wars shit right now.

taughttolisten September 1 2009, 19:19:05 UTC

Obi-Wan takes a seat near him, and catches the bartender's eye with a polite gesture. "I'll have what he's having," he says simply, before turning his attention back to McClane.

He clears his throat, a little awkwardly, before continuing.

"It's not your fault."

yippiekiyay September 1 2009, 21:11:33 UTC

There's a slight smirk that flashes across his face, as he waits for goddamn Ben Kenobi to get knocked on his ass by Jack Daniels, but it's gone immediately.

"No, it's not my fault," he agrees. "Not my fault we can't put a bullet in him and end his stupid ass. Not my fault some jerkweed Texas assholes didn't take him fuckin' seriously. Not my fault he's a psycho killer shithead. But guess what? I feel like shit anyway."

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