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milliways_bar2012-05-28 10:36 am
alreadyknowhow) wrote in milliways_bar2012-05-28 10:36 am
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(It's Easy to Remember)
Johnny Hooker's in a bit of a sulky mood when he returns to the bar, still in his flashy suit.
Look, it's not that he got the brushoff from a girl, okay? That happens to a lot of guys, most of 'em probably. It's that he got the brushoff from a girl in front of Butch Cassidy. That's like getting it in front of some Hollywood star or the President or something, only worse, because Johnny doesn't care what some Hollywood star or even old Franklin Delano think of him. Butch, though...
And that makes it even worse. There's Johnny, a sweet-talking local boy--and lord knows they're a dime a thousand in Chicago--and then there's Butch, with his easy cowboy charm and that grin that'll just melt you, and who could stand a chance next to that? Even Johnny himself--
He slouches into a seat at the bar and orders himself a drink; he's a couple sips in when he realizes whose preferred drink he's ordered. Not that he's got anything against bourbon, but is there no part of his brain that's still his own? So naturally he follows with some Scotch, just to prove to himself that he's still his own man.
His drinking is completely interruptible.
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Look, it's not that he got the brushoff from a girl, okay? That happens to a lot of guys, most of 'em probably. It's that he got the brushoff from a girl in front of Butch Cassidy. That's like getting it in front of some Hollywood star or the President or something, only worse, because Johnny doesn't care what some Hollywood star or even old Franklin Delano think of him. Butch, though...
And that makes it even worse. There's Johnny, a sweet-talking local boy--and lord knows they're a dime a thousand in Chicago--and then there's Butch, with his easy cowboy charm and that grin that'll just melt you, and who could stand a chance next to that? Even Johnny himself--
He slouches into a seat at the bar and orders himself a drink; he's a couple sips in when he realizes whose preferred drink he's ordered. Not that he's got anything against bourbon, but is there no part of his brain that's still his own? So naturally he follows with some Scotch, just to prove to himself that he's still his own man.
His drinking is completely interruptible.
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"Hey hey, Johnny-o," Butch says, giving him a squeeze on the shoulder by way of greeting, and settling in on the barstool next to him. "Is it poker night already? If it is, I got something for you."
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Great. Just the man he isn't sure whether he wants to see right now.
But he pulls it together, since whatever this is, it isn't his fault.
"I hope it's a few more bottles, 'cause you know you're gonna lose."
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Something's obviously bothering Johnny. Who knows how long the time difference is in between them now, though? A lot can happen when you're not moving at the same speed.
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Beggars can't be choosers, and lord knows he's been hungry plenty in his life, but... maybe Butch is better at cooking over a campfire? Or maybe outlaws just don't care, as long as it's food.
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His cooking's really not that bad, anyway. Nobody's ever gotten sick from it, nobody's ever even complained. Johnny's done some lighthearted teasing about it in the past, but this doesn't feel lighthearted at all.
But he lets it go.
"Tell you what, I'll buy you dinner right now. Or lunch, or whatever time it is you've come in from."
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Which isn't true at all, and he knows it's not fair to Butch for him to be in such a sour mood, but he says it anyway.
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He orders some sandwiches and apple cake, boxed to carry upstairs.
"I'm heading upstairs, if you want to join me."
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Even though he wants to. Or at least he wants to spend a nice quiet night drinking with a friend, and Butch is probably the best friend he's got now that Luther is gone.
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Everything about Johnny's body language, and the expression on his face... he doesn't like seeing his friends unhappy, but he doesn't feel like hashing this out in public, either.
He orders a few bottles of bourbon, and holds them out to Johnny. "You'll at least carry these up for me, right? I got my hands full with dinner."
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Johnny takes the bottles. They'd probably only last at best two games--how do they manage to go through so much of it? That's probably not healthy either.
Maybe they should switch to playing for money. Keep things less complicated.
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And up the stairs they go....