open } { it's enough, it could drive me to drink

[imnot_likeyou]

Characters: Sam Winchester and YOU [OPEN]
Location: The Laughing Mynock
Planet: Coruscant
When: After this train wreck of a conversation.
What: Having a drink. He needed it.
Rating: PG-13

Comments

[farsees]

It's not that bad. Don't be a baby.

[And if you look...far down there, Sam, there's a little thirteen year old Cassie, taking a shot and looking downright sour at life. Apparently there's no drinking age in this awesome place, okay. Either that, or Cassie is just that manipulative and gives no cares about what others think.]

You just close your eyes and pretend it doesn't burn. That usually works for me.

[imnot_likeyou]

[there's a bit of an eyebrow raise at that]

I don't usually mind the burn. That's a bit more than I'm used to.

[he's not going to comment on the age thing. yet.]

[farsees]

[She gives him a look that clearly says 'You're being a baby']

I'm taking it that you're not a drinking kind of guy. [She looks him over.] Actually, you're obviously not a drinking kind of guy.

[imnot_likeyou]

[turns to face her, and there's a bit of a look at that]

And how can you tell that, exactly?

[failedhorribly]

[Hawke looks amused] You know, I've always wanted to try that one. Never had the guts to do it, though. You don't mind if I wait to see if your insides melt into a puddle on the floor, do you?

[imnot_likeyou]

[chuckles as he turns to face the voice]

Not at all. Better to be safe than sorry.

[failedhorribly]

[Her smile widens as she slides into a seat next to him. Hawke's a big fan of talking to strange men in bars like she's known them forever] Well. Personally, I feel that depends on the enterprise, what being safe entails, and just how sorry I'll be if it works out. In this case, though, 'guts on the floor' definitely falls under that category of 'very sorry', so I'll be patient.

[Waving a hand at the bartender. She's clearly here often enough that he just drops a blue ale in front of her without having to ask] So! What are we drinking for, if you don't mind me asking?

[imnot_likeyou]

[and Sam doesn't mind talking to random people so long as the conversation is interesting. At her question, though, he pauses.]

Long story. A ... really long story.

[mercwithmouth]

[Deadpool is not the bartender. Not even sort of. That doesn't stop him from hanging out behind the bar in an apron. Don't ask why. It's healthier.

Anyway, he's gonna come over and plop a beer in front of Sam.]

Rough day?

[imnot_likeyou]

[sighs as he takes the beer]

You can say that again.

[mercwithmouth]

[Deadpool nods solemnly, and considering he has permission...]

Rough day.

[imnot_likeyou]

[nods himself]

Are there any non-rough days around here?

[rockjimisguitar]

[Claudia laughs, motioning for the bartender to refill her empty shot glass.]

That's why that shot's so cheap. No one in their right mind'll drink it. You should just stick with the tequila tasting stuff.

[Yep, have a random newly arrived redhead talkin' to you, Sam.]

[imnot_likeyou]

[flashes her a smirk before shaking his head]

I've always been more of a whiskey guy.

[rockjimisguitar]

[Her nose kinda wrinkles.]

Seriously? That's just nasty.... Besides, you can't do body shots with whiskey. [Now she's grinning, because she's just talking shit, mostly.]

[imnot_likeyou]

[the smirks turns into more of a relaxed smile]

What makes you think I'm the kind of guy to do body shots?

[gunslingerpoet]

Got that right, buddy. On the upside, after a few glasses you won't feel a thing. Of the taste, I mean.

[Oh hai there--Dante offers an aloof smirk and raises his own glass in a lazy greeting]

Rough day or you just the type to like drinking alone?

[imnot_likeyou]

You have a point, but I'm not sure I want it to get that far.

[he matches the greeting with a nod, before swallowing]

Rough week, actually. Though, not as bad as it could have been.

[gunslingerpoet]

Smart choice. Too bad no one ever accused me of being smart.

That so? That's what I like to tell myself too. Civil war--Not as bad as it could've been. Hell decides to mount and invasion--Could still be worse. My lady busts my kneecaps for being late on loan payment--Really not as bad as it could've been.

[A dry laugh before he downs the rest of his drink. He grimaces.. and signals for the bartender to fill up another.]

[imnot_likeyou]

[eyebrow raise]

Considering the mounting hell invasion is pretty much every day back home for me, anything that's happening here is pretty much cake.