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Friends in Low Places (OPEN)

Jul 12, 2010 21:53

Who: Billy and YOU
When: Monday evening
Where: Club24
Summary: Billy chills after work with a couple beers and whoever decides to join him. Sometimes you wanna go where everybody like, two people know your naaaame...
Warnings: Liquor and your typical Marine-issue colorful linguistics.

( And they're always glad you came )

†: brooke, billy coen, rochelle

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tapdancinskelly July 13 2010, 04:22:24 UTC

Brooke had been facing the other direction of the man not feeling like explaining his appearance at the moment, but if someone was going to start a conversation, he'd at least be polite enough to respond. He turns around to reveal that behind his afro holds the face of a skeleton, and he smiles.

"A little spooky out, but what night isn't on this island? Yohohoho!"

m0therlove July 13 2010, 04:30:52 UTC

Well, Billy was collected enough not to freak out, though his expression read nothing short of disturbed.

This place was fucking weird.

Though it talked, so it wasn't a zombie, at least. "Yeah," he said, and pushed the rest of his beer aside in case there was something in it, ordering another. "So what exactly do you have to be scared of, buddy?"

tapdancinskelly July 13 2010, 04:38:54 UTC

Brooke was holding a glass of whiskey in his skeletal hand, while his other hand tapped his chin thoughtfully.

"Oh the usual things, spiders, things that go bump in the night, packs of dogs that want my bone marrow, and my own reflection. Yohohoho!"

The skeleton downs the shot like it was water and orders another one before saying, "And what of you friend? Clearly the walking dead don't bother you much, which is rather fortuitous for me, since I don't like having to fight senselessly."

m0therlove July 13 2010, 04:54:32 UTC

"I..." Clearly had no idea how to respond to that.

"Seen enough zombies to know they can't talk," he finally said a moment later. "If you had flesh rotting off, we'd probably be having a different conversation." Billy mentally vowed that if the skeleton lunged at him he was going to shoot it to hell and back, though.

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pft, just tell me if I'm spamming you too much axemeaquestion July 13 2010, 05:04:09 UTC

Well, guess where this newly christened assistant producer (again) was stuck tonight? It was a different station, much smaller and WAY less pay, and Rochelle was back to that same job she'd been stuck in trying to achieve the title of 'producer', again, but a job was a job around here. While not exactly ENTHUSIASTIC about the prospect of handing out coffee to the people with her dream job again, look where trying to give a good first impression ending you up. Barely making it to a safe place in time for the evening.

So here she was.

That guy sounded vaguely familiar, though.

"Something like that."

Bitch please, I don't believe in spamming <3 m0therlove July 13 2010, 05:17:03 UTC

Seemed like she was just as inclined to conversation as he was.

He smiled a little crookedly. "It was this or my empty apartment. What are you drinking?"

NICE axemeaquestion July 13 2010, 05:19:42 UTC

Normally she'd be a little more for conversation if she wasn't tired, but it was worth a try...

"This or the freaks outside for me. Scotch. You?"

m0therlove July 13 2010, 05:24:19 UTC

"Piss, from the taste of it," he replied, motioning to the beer in front of him. "You get stranded here when the sirens went off?"

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