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Tavi of Calderon ([personal profile] student_of_impossibility) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2010-05-09 08:13 pm

Happy Hour

It's apparently that time of year all over the multiverse, as evidenced by the Special's board.

Specials:.
Finals Night
Maestro
Nutty Professor


If you catch the bartender while he's stealing a minute or two to himself, you may notice the boy has several books piled up behind the Bar, one of them open. He also has some papers he's writing on. He also has a couple fading bruises and scratches and a split lip.

[ooc: sorry about running late; mun got a headache and may be slightly slow, but happy hour's open now, so.]
headed4hell: (Give it to me straight)

[personal profile] headed4hell 2010-05-12 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Football team. University of Texas," she explains.

Unhelpfully, no doubt.

Grace's eyes run over his face, then she taps her index finger against Bar and asks, "Ever seen a map of the US, on Earth? Texas and Oklahoma are right next to each other. Got a good rivalry goin'."

headed4hell: (It's better when I can see you)

[personal profile] headed4hell 2010-05-12 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Butch, another member of the squad, played ball for Texas. Their captain calls him Benny.

For Benedict Arnold.

Yeah, it matters.

"Hell yeah it does. Trust me," she snorts, "drunk football fans are scarier than half the crap I see on the job."

That's a lie.

Especially since she's usually one of the drunk fans.
headed4hell: (Police vest)

[personal profile] headed4hell 2010-05-12 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm a cop."

Beat.

"Police detective."

Beat.

"Keeper of the peace."

She does what she can to make sure the football field is as close to that as they get, and busts those who think differently.
headed4hell: (Walk that lonely road)

[personal profile] headed4hell 2010-05-13 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
She shifts on her stool a little, going up on one hip to give him a better view of both badge and service weapon. A weary look crosses her face and settles in; as if feeling it, Grace presses her lips together and nods at his books.

"What're you studyin'?"

Grace doesn't want to think about what she sees on the job, or off it. She doesn't want to think about the photo-

(There's a photo of you and your father that was published a lot. Did he say anything to you in that moment?

I... I didn't even know it was him.)


-or the fact that her dead father is having a firehouse dedicated to him today. She especially doesn't want to think of Earl.

(She is anyway.)
headed4hell: (Eyebrow)

[personal profile] headed4hell 2010-05-14 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"I always liked the gritty modern stuff over the classics," she tells him. "What kind of changes?"

For her part, Grace gets the sense this kid doesn't like her much. Too bad. There have been moments when he almost reminds her of her nephew Clay. And Grace loves Clay. She'd do anything for him, even tell off an angel.
headed4hell: (Listening)

[personal profile] headed4hell 2010-05-14 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Honestly? If she were on the job and needed help, she wouldn't ask for it anyway.

She's only asked for help once in recent memory, and just look where it got her. Or who, to be accurate.

"Any action or just a lot of talk?" she asks, her cop face on.
headed4hell: (Straight look)

[personal profile] headed4hell 2010-05-15 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Hell."

That look in his eyes tells her something.

It says he's extraordinary; maybe in ways she can't recognize yet, but he is. It also says he's seen too much, and that is a look she recognizes.

"Your leader any good at playing chess?"

Which is, of course, her way of asking if he's staying one step ahead of the dissenters.
headed4hell: (Default)

[personal profile] headed4hell 2010-05-15 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah."

Eyes dropping, she sneaks another look at his clothes and appears to address her explanation to them.

"It's a board game. Uses a checkerboard. There's two players, each trying to out strategize the other. You start with a certain number of pieces and try to," she looks up, snapping her fingers, "capture them. Checkmate."
headed4hell: (Thumbs up)

[personal profile] headed4hell 2010-05-15 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure."

Ludus it is. Grace laughs, amused and gratified at his enthusiasm.

"You ever meet a guy named Earl here, be sure to ask for some tips. He's gotta be good. Tell him I sent ya."

She grins.

"Here's hoping he is."
headed4hell: (Beer is good)

[personal profile] headed4hell 2010-05-15 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
"All right."

Approval in her eyes -- mischief and playing your cards close to your chest being two approaches to life she tends to favor -- she slides off her stool and grabs her beer bottle.

"I'll drink to that." She does. "You have a good one, kid. Hope it all turns out."

And she's gone, wandering back to the pool table.