RP: Friday Night Lighting Up

[angelalexjay]

Date: January 14, 2011
Characters: Alex Jameson, anyone
Location: Angel Abbey
Status: Public
Summary: Friday night means drinks, music, and general chaos. Alex wouldn’t have it any other way.
Completion: Incomplete

Comments

[mollylarson]

The promise of good food was enough to lure Molly into almost any establishment. While she wasn't all that fond of bars on Friday nights, Angel Abbey had a decent menu and was near her apartment on 7th. Of course, Molly didn't want to go into this particular establishment in scrubs like she often did with less crowded places (the Bar with the Really Good Steak Fries, for one), so she stopped by her place to change. She wasn't glamorous, but who was she going to see?

Of course, as things often went, Molly recognized a handful of people in the restaurant from her apartment building as she entered. That didn't mean anyone would talk to her, but she wished she'd looked a little bit nicer.

Was it rude to pull out her Kindle at a bar on a Friday night? Molly certainly regretted her decision to not just call for take-out as she usually did, but now that she was seated at the bar with a menu, drink on the way, she was sort of stuck.

[angelalexjay]

Alex saw another redhead seated at the bar, looking a bit out of place. Something he wanted to fix. He moved over to where she sat and leaned forward. "Someone take your order, miss?"

[mollylarson]

Molly glanced up and nodded. "Yeah. Thanks."

The guy looked a bit familiar, and Molly wondered if he'd been to the hospital recently, or if she just remembered him from the last time she'd been to the restaurant.

She looked back at the menu and pursed her lips. What happened to the chicken thingy she'd had last time? Of course, Chicken Thingy wasn't very helpful if she were to ask about it. It had pasta maybe? And mushrooms.

"Did you guys change up the menu?" she asked quickly, figuring if he wanted to help she would take advantage of it.

[angelalexjay]

Alex was on the verge of leaving her to the menu since she seemed like she wanted some space when she spoke again. "We do fairly regularly. The chef likes a challenge and the same thing all the time gets old for him." He cocked his head at her. "Something you were looking for?" If they had the ingredients he might be able to wrangle it out of the kitchen for her.

[riverbaked]

River rarely frequented bars. Bars meant paying for liquor. If there was code of conduct River held true to it was his firm belief that you shouldn't have to pay for your vices. Typically he'd only ever bum alcohol off his friends but...honestly, he had none in Texas. In fact, the only real substantial person he knew by name and face so far was Alex, the owner of this particular bar, and even then it was on an acquaintance level. An acquaintance level based on what he'd like to call je bande pour toiOn this late Friday night Angel Abby seemed to be quite lively. A pang of that was a mixture of both envy and excitement boiled in his chest as he looked around the restaurant. He really liked this place. Almost reminded him of a few of the more fun joints he'd partook in back in NYC but somehow infinitely less stuffy. River took a quick glance around the place as if he might see someone familiar before he walked up to the bar. Minds well pay for a drink seeing as he was somewhat respectable these days

[angelalexjay]

Alex noticed a new face in the crowd at the bar, a rather good looking face that he was sure he'd seen before. After the gaffe earlier with his neighbor, he was trying a bit harder to get it right. He thought he'd seen him before. He stared a bit for a moment, then it came to him. He'd been at that new bakery that was opening next month. What was the name? River?

"Hey, can I get you something?" He moved to stand in front of the man, smiling at him.

[riverbaked]

River grinned when he caught sight of Alex, finally. "Hello," he greeted cheerfully, resting his elbows on the bar-top. "I'd like a white Russian if you don't mind." He was actually surprised to see Alex be the one serving him but, from the brief impression he'd gotten of Alex, River could see him as the type of person who liked to be in the middle of everything, especially at his own restaurant.

[angelalexjay]

Alex laughed. "Having a Dude kind of evening, eh?" He pulled the ingredients from the fridge down below. "How's your place shaping up? About ready to open?"