probie62truck: (squeaky clean)
Mike Silletti ([personal profile] probie62truck) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2012-06-09 09:20 pm

First Entrance

Today had been pretty cut and dry: spend the morning washing the rig, spend the mid-morning listening to Sean and Franco compare their latest bedroom conquests, spend the early afternoon knocking down a routine apartment fire, and after they'd gotten back to the house and gotten the rig squared away in case they got called back out, he'd gone to take a shower.

The shower had been normal, too. All he'd needed was to wash the smoke and ash out of his hair. As he stepped out of the shower, he could smell something burning - meant Lou was probably cooking again - and after wrapping a dark blue towel around his waist, he headed for the locker room.

Only this wasn't the locker room.

Probationary Firefighter Mike Silletti finds himself standing a few feet from the Front Door, clutching the towel around his waist like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car - if deer walked on two legs and bothered to bathe and/or wear towels.

"Uh, guys?"

Because this has got to be a joke, right? Pretty good joke, turning the locker room into a bar. He smiles, thinking about it. They've gotten him good this time.

He looks behind him, not sure where the door has gone, but it hasn't quite registered yet.

" got me."

No, seriously...where are the guys. They should've been busting his balls by now, laughing at the look on his face. This...this is weird.

[OOC: Welcome to the bar, Probie. Mike is from Rescue Me and is in that nebulous timespace between seasons 2 and 3. Be gentle? Or not. Open til I say it's closed.]
lt_shea62truck: (you have got to be kidding)

[personal profile] lt_shea62truck 2012-06-10 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Tommy and Lou, still in their work shirts and bunker pants, are sitting at a table at the far end of the room, just playing cards and in the middle of a discussion about the merits of Kevin Costner movies when Lou happens to look past Tommy's shoulder.

He mumbles around his cigar: "Well, shit."
gavin62truck: (seriously?)

[personal profile] gavin62truck 2012-06-10 02:11 am (UTC)(link)

When Lou motions for him to turn around, Tommy glances behind him, and his jaw drops. He turns back to Lou, and hisses, "Goddammit! Did you tell him about this place? You told him, didn't you?"
lt_shea62truck: (what is this fuckery)

[personal profile] lt_shea62truck 2012-06-10 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
"No, I swear, I didn't! If I had to tell anybody else in the firehouse, it sure as hell wouldn't be him. We're screwed now. Might as well tell the whole neighborhood, since he's probably as good at keeping secrets as he is at keeping that towel on without the help of Velcro."

A beat.

"Wanna go give him shit?"
gavin62truck: (confrontation)

[personal profile] gavin62truck 2012-06-10 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
"You're damn right, I do."

Tommy tosses his cards down and gets up, with Lou following him.

"Hey! Probie!" he barks as he comes up toward Mike. "Put some goddamn pants on, asshole, this ain't one of your West Village joints. The hell're you doin' here?"
lt_shea62truck: (sees what you did there)

[personal profile] lt_shea62truck 2012-06-10 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
This is when Lou's deadpan comes in really handy.

"Yes. Yes, Tommy and I are completely responsible for putting an entire bar in the firehouse. It took a bit of planning and negotiating with the city and the department, but they eventually came around. And all these people? Let's just say that word of mouth travels fast at the end of the universe."
gavin62truck: (convince me of your bullshit)

[personal profile] gavin62truck 2012-06-10 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not drinking anymore, okay, a bar can serve things other than booze," Tommy snorts. But growing dead serious, he lowers his voice and says, "Listen -- if you want us to tell you what the hell is going on here, you gotta promise me and Lou that you ain't gonna breathe a word of this to anybody else. Or so help me God, you'll be cleaning the john with a toothbrush for the rest of your career as a firefighter."
lt_shea62truck: (okay listening)

[personal profile] lt_shea62truck 2012-06-10 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
Lou and Tommy exchange a look, and Tommy gives him a you do the honors gesture.

"Okay, it's like this," Lou begins, choosing his words carefully, because sometimes he uses words that Mike doesn't understand. "When you walked through the locker room door, it brought you here instead -- via magic, science, a combination of both, who knows? And this place? It's called Milliways. It's a bar at the end of the universe, not in our firehouse. It's not even in New York City. It's not even on Earth. If you take a look out that window -- and I assure you, it's a window, and not a PBS special about space on a plasma TV -- you'll see that we're nowhere near anything that's remotely like home."

That should be good enough for Mike to work with for now.
gavin62truck: (Tommy & Lou: doubly confused)

[personal profile] gavin62truck 2012-06-10 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
Lou purses his lips and nods, looking to Tommy. "I gave it my best shot. Your turn."

To which Tommy replies with a growly sigh as he scrubs a hand through his hair.

"Alright. Look. It's not a bar in space. --Okay, well, technically, it's sorta like a bar in space, except bars in space don't generally exist to begin with. Anyways, all that matters is that the locker room door brought you here, okay? And people from different planets and universes and time periods an' shit -- they come in through their own doors, too. That's how Lou and I got here. And this place is more than just a bar, there's a lake and a forest outside, there's rooms upstairs, they've got the best food ever, and...the bar is magic."

He totally says this without any hint of sarcasm, which is probably a new thing for Mike.
lt_shea62truck: (yeah that's hilarious)

[personal profile] lt_shea62truck 2012-06-10 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
Lou blinks. "You know what? I'm gonna go with that. It's exactly like David Bowie in the movie with the puppets, except there are no puppets, and there are no tights that leave nothing to the imagination. Speaking of which..."

He pats the countertop. "I think the Probie needs some clothes before he breaks a rule."

Then a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt appears -- like magic! -- and he hands them over to Mike.
gavin62truck: (seriously?)

[personal profile] gavin62truck 2012-06-10 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
"Magic school?" Tommy interrupts. "Did you not hear what we just said? The bar is magic. Lou? Not magic. Look, go ahead, order something, anything you want. Just ask the bar. The first drink is on the house, by the way, but since you're still on duty, you'd better not have anything alcoholic. So, like one of your fruity coffee flavors or some shit."
gavin62truck: (Tommy & Lou: impress us)

[personal profile] gavin62truck 2012-06-10 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
Lou sighs with feigned wistfulness, "Tommy, when did we ever outgrow the simple, innocent pleasure of having pictures on our coffee?"

"You gotta be kiddin'," Tommy sneers. "We were never this simple and innocent. Believe me, I would've remembered if I was this simple and innocent, and if I did remember, I would never speak of it again."

He turns to Mike. "You get it now? That the bar is magic?"
Edited 2012-06-10 05:22 (UTC)
lt_shea62truck: (wry)

[personal profile] lt_shea62truck 2012-06-10 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Saturn, but it might as well be Uranus," Lou replies with a shrug. "In any case, now that we've established the basics, I should point out that this place has rules: no outside business, which, for you, Probie, is irrelevant; no violence, which, for Tommy, has been challenge, I'm sure; and no nudity or sex, which, for the both of you -- well. I'm not going to speculate. There is a lot of first class tail on the premises, but that's why there are rooms upstairs."
gavin62truck: (yeah right)

[personal profile] gavin62truck 2012-06-10 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
"What Ren Faire chick...?" says Tommy, glancing around as if trying to pick up something that he'd previously missed on his radar. "Though listen, kid, you won't believe the kinds of women who come through here. Goddesses, and I mean real goddesses. And superheroes, too. Talk about hot, these chicks are beyond anything we've ever met back home. Which is why you can't tell Franco especially, 'cause chances are he'll have slept with half the bar before I even get another shot with a Greek deity."
gavin62truck: (sidelong look)

[personal profile] gavin62truck 2012-06-10 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
Tommy glances around the room again. Shit. Is there a Wonder Woman in the bar? There must be a Wonder Woman. There has to be. Tommy must find her first!

"Yeah, that's exactly what I mean. Though you never know who's a superhero or not, 'cause they could be in disguise. It makes introductions really interesting. And also, the standard 'Where are you from?' becomes 'Where and when are you from?' 'cause they can come from the past or the future -- it's kinda crazy, but once you get used to it, it's pretty goddamn fun."

He turns to Lou. "You met anybody with special powers?"

Lou sticks his hands in his pockets and shrugs a little. "Sure did."

"What can she do?"

"She can bake. And I mean bake. Hoo boy, can she bake." Sunshine can do that, oh yes.

Tommy stares at him a bit blankly before turning back to Mike.

"So yeah -- all kinds of women."
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