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Ben Wade ([personal profile] almosthonorable) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2012-01-26 01:09 pm

[ happy hour ]

Ben Wade is greeted with a handful of surprises when he enters the bar.

One is delicious.

Another is unexpected, to say the least.

And the last, well. He never minds this particular request so much.

"Happy to," he tells the counter, while he withdraws what's sure to be a spectacular cherry tart from the basket at his elbow. "As long as you don't mind me askin' a favor of you."

A napkin appears.

"Now that's just lewd," he says, smirking. "Flattered as I am, I'll have to say no, ma'am. What I need is for you to hold on to a couple things for me -- if you'd be so kind, of course."

Moments later, Ben's signature black hat and his infamous gun are in Bar's care, where they'll remain for the next few weeks, if not months.

He gives the bartop an affectionate half-smile before rounding the counter, rolling up his shirtsleeves as he goes.

Not long afterward, the specials board bears his uniform scrawl.

specials:
milk punch
bourbon
coffee
bourbon coffee

While he waits for customers, he helps himself to that tart -- which is, predictably, delectable -- and a glass of milk punch.





[ ooc: open for business all day and most of the evening, y'all. have at! and we're closed for the night, as of 11:03 p.m. EST — thanks for tagging, everybody! I'll pick up slows asap tomorrow for all who want 'em. ]
hecu_marine: (Mrs. Wilson 1 (HD))

[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-26 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes please," says Shephard. "Down, girl. Ain't no way in hell I'mma let you hop up on a stool just now."

There's another vaguely electronic noise, this one faintly disappointed. If Ben looks over the Bar he'll see something that looks like a ... okay, at this point it no longer looks like anything, but there was a time when that creature was described as 'Satan's own stripey Christmas ham'. Kind of hard to call something that obviously pregnant even remotely ham-like, though.
hecu_marine: (Mrs. Wilson 2 (toon))

[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-26 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
The houndeye hoists herself up on her lone hind leg to get a better look at the human. She has to lean her forepaws on the Bar itself to keep her balance, though.

"Aliens," says Shephard a little gloomily. "I ain't seen a real dog on my side of the door in I don't fuckin' know how long, but if it runs in packs like a dog, barks like a dog, pisses the carpet like a dog'n takes orders like a dog, that's good enough for me."
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[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-26 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Bowl'll do fine," says Shephard. "Her mouth's on the underside. I'd have her show you, only she's in the family way these days'n her balance ain't what it used to be."

Mrs. Wilson drops back down to all threes and hops awkwardly from one forepaw to the other.

"That there's as close as she gits to waggin' her tail, seein' how she ain't got one."
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[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-27 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Marine," corrects Shephard with a crooked smile. "Adrian Shephard, sergeant-major, United States Marine Corps. Year's 2021, back home. At your service."
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[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-27 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Not exactly." Shephard scratches at his nose with one thumbnail. "More like- shit. Y'know how there's a shitload of different worlds'n dimensions and fuck all like that comin' together here? Back home we got scientists who fucked around a li'l bit too fuckin' hard with that shit'n got us in a whole goddamn world of trouble 'bout twenty years back. Tried to build some kinda machine to let 'em teleport from one place to another or somethin' an' what they did instead was tear time and space a whole goddamn metric fuckton of new assholes. Mrs. Wilson's kind here'n a buncha other species came through 'em. Her kind ain't all that bad, they're just wildlife'n they don't bother folks long as they ain't hungry or nothin', but there was other species that did a shitball of damage. Kinda went downhill from there."
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[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-27 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
"You just keep an eye out in New Mexico," says Shephard. "Happens at a place name of Black Mesa. Ain't too far from a town name of Espanola, which I think might be around in your day."
hecu_marine: (civvies)

[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-27 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Shit, if that's all you want I c'n arrange that for you," says Shephard. "Least if the pups live, anyways. Or if I c'n grab a wild pup or somethin' next time I'm out after bullsquid."
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[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-27 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Fair 'nough," says Shephard. "I dunno how fast these pups'll go from wrigglers to football size, which is about how big Mrs. Wilson here was when I first brought her home. Might as well wait and see. Young pups're a lot of work'n time'n all."
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[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-27 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Nigh onto a year now," says Shephard. "This's her first litter. Had to take her out'n tie her up near a wild pack when she went into heat."
hecu_marine: (Mrs. Wilson 1 (HD))

[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-27 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
"Dunno. There were four or five pups the same age in the pack when I found her, though," says Shephard. "So might just be around that many."
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[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-27 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
Shephard nods and holds his mug out for the refill. "I'll let you know soon as I have 'em to show," he says. "I dunno if they even have the sealed eyes like dogs do, seein' how their entire front end is eyes."
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[personal profile] hecu_marine 2012-01-27 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Naw, no relation," says Shephards. "Bullsquids're about the size of a pony. Two legs, though. Tentacles on one end, big, nasty tail on the other with a bone hook that'll rip off a man's leg with one good strike. Fuckers spit acid and attack or hump fuckin' near anything that moves."

He digs into one of his pockets and comes out with a strip of thin but tough yellow-green skin with a few grayish spots the size of nickels.

"This is hide from one I killed a while back."