Comments | milliways_bar: first entrance

seethefunnyside in milliways_bar

first entrance

Apr 01, 2009 20:58

At the door, leaning on the frame, stands a man (he may be a teenager, but what he's seen, what he's done - he no longer fits the definition of boy) in a yellow boiler suit. Spirals of smoke rise from the cigar clamped in a too-friendly smile, the dark mask framing his eyes well-matching his slicked black hair and mustache.

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edward morgan blake, sally jupiter

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amoneything April 2 2009, 04:04:55 UTC

A bar wouldn't be a bar without an appearance from the Comedian.

The Silk Spectre sits further down the bar, cradling her drink in her gloved hand.

"First one's free," she replies, just loud enough to be overheard.

seethefunnyside April 2 2009, 04:19:07 UTC

He turns his head to look at her, and even as he does, there's a sharper quality to his smile.

"Looks like someone beat me to the punch," he says, tapping off the end of his cigar into the nearest ashtray.

"Missed me, sweetheart?"

amoneything April 2 2009, 04:22:40 UTC

Her first reaction is to laugh out loud (an impulse she curbs), but an exhaled breath escapes her just the same - a soft ha sound.

That's all the answer you're going to get, Blake.

seethefunnyside April 2 2009, 04:38:41 UTC

He'll be damned if that's ever put him off.

As such, he grins a little wider before breezing on.

"And as much as I'd appreciate a free shot o' bourbon, there doesn't exactly seem t'be a bartender 'round these parts."

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onlyneed1shot April 2 2009, 04:25:30 UTC

"Ask nicely." Quiet voice, Latin accent, nothing if not feminine even with the flatness of angerannoyance. Camille, sitting at the bar, is not impressed by the Powers That Be and their choice of outfit for her. Hair much, much longer than normal, and black, and pulled back so her Slavic features appear more Mongol; corset underneath that printed bodice; a wealth of petticoats underneath a green-grey-metallic skirt, and those yellow boots-!.

The boots, petticoats and a fishnet-covered knee can all be seen by the way she's sitting. She tried sitting like a lady; she felt like she couldn't move. One heel hooked around the rung of the stool and knee slightly up it is.

She's sure she could deliver a killer of a kick in the boots.

Maybe she might grow resigned to them.

seethefunnyside April 2 2009, 04:44:01 UTC

Eddie, to say the least, isn't going to be sympathetic. His eyes, quite unashamedly, go first to her face, then her boots, and proceed to make their way slowly, slowly up her body.

"Don't see a bartender."

Unless (he thinks - and doubts) he's looking at her, in which case asking nicely is most definitely on his agenda.

onlyneed1shot April 2 2009, 04:46:18 UTC

And like any other well-bred Bolivian lady who isn't seeking to turn appreciation into an advantage, she ignores his gaze.

"At the moment, the bartender is the Bar herself. I'd ask her nicely."

seethefunnyside April 2 2009, 04:57:18 UTC

"You sure you ain't crazy, hon?" he asks, only bothering to mask a note of derision given her ... state of dress.

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lockedupwithme April 3 2009, 01:08:56 UTC

Rorschach is lurking in the shadows.

This is a good thing, because as soon as he sees Blake, he goes utterly still.

That's the Comedian over there. The living, breathing, Minutemen-era Comedian.

There's no way Rorschach is going to approach him. But--

The Comedian. Alive. In this bar.

Blake won't see him, but Rorschach is going to be staring stupidly at him for as long as he stays in the bar.