Gilbert // Original Character (God Crossing) // Barways

[mmexlibris]

Gilbert is convinced that he's having visions again.

For what seems like the hundredth time today, he fishes in the pocket of his bathrobe for his mobile and comes up empty.  His hands return to scrub at the stubble on his cheeks, rubbing his eyes before disappearing into his mop of red hair, finger combing it back from his face.

One minute, he'd

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[just_fields]

Down the bar is another ginger, who glances over with her lips quirked and brows raised.

There's a clear streak of amusement in her features, and she responds in mock serious tones.

"I suggest you don't," she says, in an equally crisp accent.

"There are rules against that here. But, if you must know, simply ask the Bar."

[mmexlibris]

Gilbert turns, the corners of his mouth down turned. Oh, she's trouble. He can tell straight off the bat.

"It's only an expression, you know. What do you mean, 'Ask the bar?' Is this one of those new fangled Japanese automats?"

[just_fields]

"Close," she says, patting the counter fondly.

"I'm afraid she's slightly less believable than that."

[mmexlibris]

"She?"

Lovely. Not another animal-headed god, but an intelligent piece of technology. He peers behind the bar, as if looking for someone to pop out from behind a curtain.

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't quite understand."

[mm_mono]

Oh, how lovely. One of those 'almost discordant' people.

The urge to say 'your music' is very, very high for Franklin. Sadly, that's probably not a good response.

"No killing required," he says weakly, instead.

[mmexlibris]

"Well, then who do I have to extort? Threaten and or cajole?"

Gilbert turns to look and cocks an eyebrow.

"Are you the bartender?"

[mm_mono]

"Not me," Franklin explains, meeting Gilbert's gaze with a sort of long-suffering face. "The bar itself it the one you'll want to be extorting, though I hear it prefers cajoling."

[mmexlibris]

Gilbert is no strange to suffering, Franklin's or his own.

"Ah, yes. The bar." He fishes in his pocket. Still no mobile. But there's an empty packet of Lucky Strikes. He makes a face and stuffs the packet back where it came from. His eyes flit back to the other man's face.

"And if you're not the bartender then you must be --?"

[pi_wakawaka]

A girl who's not quite a girl with complicated henna tattoos along one arm gives him a headtilt,

"Ask nicely."

[mmexlibris]

"All right," he half-sneers. "Pretty please, with whip cream and a cherry, who do I have to slay to get a drink? Just a diet cola, with a slice of lime."

The drink appears on the bar top, with a handwritten note on a napkin that reads Stow the sarcasm, bub. You'll get more flies with honey than with vinegar.

He blinks at the note and then glances up, trying to find the cameras. "Clever." Please let there be cameras.

[pi_wakawaka]

"She's also nice but its best to be polite to her then she'll give you cookies."

She just smirks at him as he looks around and waves helpfully.

[mmexlibris]

"You are a very odd woman." He peers at her. "Are you in charge?"

[tantric_slacker]

Matt considers this from where he is inoffensively making his way through a bacon cheeseburger. With fries, thank you very much-- he's missed American burger joints.

"Hopefully nobody," he informs the newcomer, helpfully. "Also, uh, whoa-- what's the date on that?"

[mmexlibris]

Gilbert checks the paper. "May 11th, 2009."

"I just want a bloody drink. Something fizzy with a slice of lime in it."

The bar obliges with a perrier and lime. Gilbert blinks. And then assumes he must be having another vision. Right. Roll with it.

[tantric_slacker]

"Magic," Matt says matter-of-factly, craning his neck to check out the newspaper.

"Oh wow, I figured-- retro newspapers. I totally did a report on that for my AP Government class in high school."

[mmexlibris]

"I'm sorry?" Gilbert turns to face the lad. "Retro? This is today's paper."

[elementwizard]

"Fucking bitch about the wildfires innit?" Alec says leaning over to look at the LA Times. As his mun's brother lives up in "Slacka Barbara" he knows all about the fires.

However, Alec's appearance probably isn't going to do much good for him. Or Gilbert will think he's some LARPer or getting ready for ComicCon a bit to early.

[mmexlibris]

Gilbert turns at the voice, and his sneer cranks up a couple of degrees.

"Just another day in fucking paradise," he responds. "So Ziggy. Tell me, how are the Spiders from Mars doing these days?"

[elementwizard]

Ziggy. Now that's a new one.

"I imagine they're doing rather well, though I've not been to Mars in a while." IT'S TRUTH.

[mmexlibris]

"Of course."

Another lunatic. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

"Why the -- " He gestures vaguely to his own face, indicating Alec's paint job.