The word of the day's I don't know what to say [Open]

[eatshootsnleves]

Who: Roy, and any flavor of drinking buddy.
What: Drinking. Heavily. Accusations may be flung, punches may be thrown. It'd be nice if nobody else died.
Where: He'll move around. Crimson Dragon one night, maybe Bar Hades the next. Maybe.
When: Every night this week. If you wanna talk to him on any one day, in a particular state, at a certain bar, or

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[knightprodigy]

[He's heard things. Things he really hasn't enjoyed hearing. And when he couldn't find Roy right away he began to wonder if Roy hadn't gone into hiding. Not that he'd know, given that he hasn't really seen the guy in- what, months?

Still, Roy's a creature of habit. Dick's known him long enough to have some idea where to look. ...Providing these past few months haven't changed him all that much.

After changing over a barrel, rumors and thoughts of Roy filling his head, the last thing he's expecting to see is his friend crouch down over his bar, drinking from his stores, but it's also perhaps the most natural, unsurprising thing to see. His friend has come to his bar. And sorely looks in need of some company. And given the circumstances...]

...hey

[eatshootsnleves]

[Doesn't really know what he's doing here. But here he is, in the same damn bar where it all started. On the same damn stool.]

Yeah. [To his glass] Hey.

[knightprodigy]

[Yeah, he gets that. Can't help wondering where it all went wrong, really. Oh, wait, they're characters from a comic book.]

...You okay?

[So it's a bit of a dumb question, but it's a better ice breaker - in better taste, too - than 'so I heard you shot a guy'.]

[eatshootsnleves]

[It's an effort to even admit it, in front of him.]

Been better.

... You?

whenever and wherever you like, baby.

[tightpantsrawr]

[Strolls in and spots Roy slumped over like a tired-out dog. So of course he's going to take the seat next to him.]

'Sup, Harper? Get many good shots in lately?

[IT'S POSSIBLE HE'S TALKING ABOUT SOMETHING OTHER THAN SHOTS OF LIQUOR.]

Crimson Dragon, day 3 it is.

[eatshootsnleves]

[He tenses, coils as if struck, and comes this close to lashing out with a backhanded fist.]

. . . If that's why you're so smug, then I'll be sorry to disappoint.

[tightpantsrawr]

[Would you punch this face, Roy? ... Maybe it's better not to answer that. Jason leans on the bar, casual as you like.]

Don't flatter yourself, my mood's got nothing to do with you. But please, let me hear your disappointng story.

[eatshootsnleves]

[He very damn well would and you know it.]

Do I look like I'm in a mood to tell stories?

Let's say after Jason's smacked some sense into him. Day 4.

[eatshootsnleves]

[Snort.] Try best week.

[Shifts. The stool beside him's open, and you look relatively unlikely to make the night much worse.]

[eatshootsnleves]

I think I've done enough sharing to last. [Downs some of his drink.]

How 'bout you. [Dully] From around here?

[It's a question that comes up more and more often these days.]

Day 2

[eatshootsnleves]

Roy: *goes and drinks heavily* 8|
Roy: *misses his checkup*
Angelina: ... *stomps out to go find him*
Roy: *third whisky* 8|
Angelina: *hauls him from the scruff of his neck*
Roy: *uh huh. How strong is she? He'll smack the slim hand away regardless, but I'm just wondering if she can pull a couple hundred pounds of drunken archer off his barstool.*
Angelina: *has a deceptively strong grip; if she could tear open prostitutes with one arm, she could at least tug a drunk man off a stool*
Angelina: *sharply* Roy.
Roy: Ngh. *fine fine stumbling to his feet, twisting away.* What.
Angelina: Youv'e had enough. Any more and I'll need to operate on your liver.
Roy: Oh. *stares at flatly.* 'm not in the mood. *turns back to barstool.*
Angelina: *captures his arm in her grip* This isn't going to solve anything.
Roy: Nothing to solve. *fine. Jus' don' pull him anywhere.*
Angelina: *folds her arms, dressed for Halloween that night in a sinfully low-cut, short-skirted garment*
Angelina: So, what now? Are you content to wait until someone comes here

[eatshootsnleves]

Angelina: *pulls a key from between her breasts and unlocks the door, wrestling it open and pushing him inside*
Angelina: *turns the switch to flood the room with electric light*
Angelina: Have a seat.
Roy: *fine by him. Head sags as he slumps into it.*
Angelina: *places a cold cloth against his face, careful to wipe clean the cuts; she has a mother's hand, gentle and caring, practiced with treating someone in this state*
Roy: *it's soothing, especially in his state, and he grimaces; really doesn't deserve that.*
Angelina: *rubs antibacterial serum onto his hand, stemming any infection that would grow*
Roy: *ow. Those are teeth marks, by the way- multiple rows of razor-sharp teeth.*
Angelina: Jan.
Angelina: I treated the same bites on Tieria.
Angelina: I'm inclined to pluck that boy's teeth out myself.
Roy: *blink* Valentine. *memory kicks.* ...I'll hold him down.
Angelina: *bandages him with care, finding her arms around his neck somehow*
Roy: *it's really. Really. Not the time. Just sits like a lump, but he'll pull away if she

I guess Day 5 is what's next?

[agoodheart]

[Been a while since he last had a drink, and since this one wasn't too far out of the way to get to after work, he decided to drop in.

And then almost walks back out when he sees who's drinking at the bar.

Decides against it though, they've gotta talk some time. Might as well get it over with.]

It's Roy, right?

Guess so!

[eatshootsnleves]

Yeah.

[He doesn't turn around. Been waiting for this.]

Who wants to know?

[agoodheart]

Name's Marcus. We have a mutual friend.

[Takes a seat next to the guy.]

What I want to know is what the hell you were thinking pulling a stunt like that?

[Yeah, beating around the bush is not his style.]

[eatshootsnleves]

[Snorts. He hasn't even bothered to look up.]

Gonna have to be more specific, Marcus. I pull a lotta stunts.