Friday Night at the Winchester

[provenhumanity]

For the past couple of days, George had committed himself to being as selfless as possible. Of course, he had his own worries-- the end of term being less than a month away, for example-- but with both Mitchell and Sookie worried about council results, he'd tried his best to keep things pleasant and calm. That meant lots of well-wishing, being as

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[cpt_invincible]

Nathan hasn't been around long, but he's decided it's not all half bad. The food's all free, which is a plus, at least, and he's picked out a sweet spot for himself in the rec center as well.

Though, to be fair he was getting most everything for free back home, anyway, once the whole ASBO Five thing had started, including hotel stays. And come to think of it, while the ladies of the island are generally decent to look at, he was getting shagged a lot more back home.

So actually, the island's a bit shit. This is all shit.

Luckily, Nathan's learned that sometimes, the best solution to these sorts of problems is to get as pissed as humanly possible.

"So who's a guy got to harass to get a pint of lager around here?" he asks, plopping down on one of the chairs at the bar.

[red_ponytail]

"I find," Bill said lightly from where he was sat a bit down the bar, "if you ask nicely there's no harassment needed, fancy that." Taking a swallow of his own drink, he glanced over at the bloke with a small but friendly smile.

[cpt_invincible]

"Yeah, and I find," Nathan replies, looking over at him, "if you don't want to sound like a cunt, it's best to keep your mouth shut. You know, if you're you, I mean."

He's fairly certain he's seen the bloke around the compound, cooking or messing about the kitchen or something, but that doesn't give him the right to be all high and mighty about Nathan's choice of words.

[red_ponytail]

Unruffled, Bill shrugged, taking another leisurely drink before he responded. "Thanks for the tip," he replied evenly. "Enjoy your pint, whenever you get one."

[bennet_beauty]

Jane was there because she had been struck by a sudden craving, needing food even though she had eaten dinner earlier in the evening. She felt slightly guilty for sneaking out in the evening, but when she smelled the fried fish and chips, she couldn't regret coming.

She tried to make herself a neat place at the bar, not wishing to disturb anyone's tables. She had dressed casually, a pink dress falling to her shins and doing little to hide her quite-pregnant stomach. It was all very worth it, of course, for the prospect of food.

[provenhumanity]

While George didn't want to freely admit to anyone that he was a bit self conscious about the boeuf bourguignon-- after all, the recipe had been modified to fit what was readily available on the island-- that didn't stop him from trying to discern the looks on people's faces as they ate. Of course, that only worked when someone was actually eating something.

"Has no one brought you anything yet?" he asked, "I hope you haven't been waiting long."

George wasn't actually a waiter, but that didn't mean he was above getting food for someone sitting at the bar.

[bennet_beauty]

Jane brightened when she realised that she was being addressed. She pressed both palms to her lap and attempted to look her very best. "Well, I haven't actually decided on how much precisely, that I would like," she admitted, with the tiniest furrow to her brow. "I fear I shall offend your sensibilities if I request it," she added worriedly.

[provenhumanity]

"Believe me," George laughed, "the only sensibilities you're going to offend are my housemate's if I don't bring back as many leftovers as I usually do. So by all means."

Honestly, George was glad anyone was eating; he was convinced that one of these nights, no one would have anything at all.

[likedtheodds]

Gwaine's been in the Winchester since mid-day and drinking as much beer as he could, the suds familiar as they made their way down his throat. By the time that dinner rolls around, he's the edge of drunk where he won't remember this in the morning, but he wants something more. "Oi, hey!" he shouts. "Another over here, and a round for everyone in the place!"

[once_invisible]

"Feelin' generous?" Rodney falls into the seat next to Gwaine, a grin splitting his face from ear to ear. It's been a little while since he's talked to the man, but he recalls enjoying their last conversation.

[likedtheodds]

Gwaine brightens when he sees a familiar face, clapping him on the back while he takes care to wipe away any suds from his beard. "Ah, see, if they're giving it away for free, I have to do something to annoy the patronage of the pub. I'd be very far and away from myself if I didn't. It's just a shame," he says, leaning up and over to search under the bar. "No pickled eggs."

[once_invisible]

At the pat, Rodney folds like a blade of grass, not really having expected it, but he pops back up almost immediately. "Troublemaker!" he declares, although it's with no reproach whatsoever. "Being a public menace a common pastime for you, then?"

[imastud_dude]

Noah Puckerman was a growing boy.

Which is why he had such a heaping plate of fried fish and fries, enough for at least three people. Coach made them eat their weight in crap like that. Burgers and pizza and spaghetti. Pile on the fat and then tone it down with her special brand of physical training. It was actually pretty awesome, and even if he wasn't on the team right then, he planned on keeping it up.

He had to do something to keep his body in shape, since steroids were now a no-go.

Watching a plate of that beef stuff get carried past his seat, Puck wondered aloud, "Uh, hey, is that kosher?"

[curiously_cora]

Coraline turned suddenly, arms full of plates to answer the guy when she stopped. Coraline blinked, almost dropping the plates before she stabilised them and finally glanced at him. Glanced and then outright stared at him.

"What?" Coraline asked distracted by well him, the whole of him. "Um, no? I don't know, I do the dishes and carry. I don't cook not unless you want to be sick for weeks. What's kosher mean?"

[imastud_dude]

It was Dakota Fanning.

After that gap-toothed, big-headed, creepy little kid phase, much to his surprise, that little chick from War of the Worlds had gotten kind of hot. But this one had shrunk, was maybe missing a few years, and even Puck wasn't a big enough freak to hit on a twelve-year-old or whatever. At least not like, seriously.

She was staring, but it's not like he hadn't gotten his share of that.

"It's a Jewish thing," he shrugged, then, with a grin, he said, "Don't they have laws against child labor?"

[curiously_cora]

"I don't know, I'm not a child." Coraline said rolling her eyes. Coraline wondered when they'd stop comparing her to a child, she was taller than most of the adults on the island already and she was far more mature than some of them especially that stupid boy at the bar but she was still a kid. It was so stupid. So unfair!

"I'm..." Coraline paused as she considered what age to give before she let the story just slip on out. "Nine hundred and eighty three years old."

[once_invisible]

There are a few things that Rodney especially appreciates about the island, and one of those things is the cuisine. He understands that the options are limited, but that said, the people seem to be able to make a wondrous amount of stuff that is, for the most part, delicious.

Perched on one of the barstools, he's digging into a plate of fish and chips, a dish he's missed since arriving upon the island. He only glances up if there's activity directly around him, at which point he offers up a cursory sort of smile.

[dreambigger]

"You look like you're enjoying yourself," Eames says without preamble, sliding onto the barstool beside Rodney as he does, one corner of his mouth hitched up in a grin. Of all the places on the island, he thinks he might frequent this one the most; between the food and the owner being a friend, it only stands to reason that that would be the case. Now, he figures a little company won't go amiss, Rodney one of the people he's actually come to like in his time here.

[once_invisible]

It's a moment before Rodney responds, as he figures that waiting to speak until his mouth isn't full is the polite thing to do. "There's good food and drink - what's not to like?" he asks cheerfully, clapping Eames on the shoulder. "C'mon, get something to eat."

[dreambigger]

"You don't need to tell me twice," Eames says with a short laugh, not minding the wait at all. He lifts a hand, an attempt to get the attention of whomever is behind the bar. "I'll have what he's got." Why bother with a menu, he figures, when there's clearly something good right here?