Happy Hour

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo’s San Miguel comes with a very unique napkin tonight.

Ordinarily he’d protest, but he’s seen the in-Bar calendar.

Specials:

All draft beer half off
All hard liquor 25% off
Everything else 10% off

Orders from active duty/retired LEOs & first responders are half off
Orders from active duty/retired military personnel are on the house

And with that done, he leans back on a stool, props his feet up on the bar, and waits.

[OOC: I’ll try to be prompt, but here be sporadic slowtimes. Open until I say it’s not.]

[Tinytag: Sam Anders]

Comments

[hadyougoing]

"Hey," says Ava.

"Are we on the same pyramid team?"

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo nods. "Yup, we are. Got any experience?"

With pyramid, but really, sports in general.

[hadyougoing]

"Sameth showed me some of it? And I saw the demo game ..."

Ava's still kind of worried she's going to suck, at least as long as she doesn't get to attack the competition with demons.

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo shrugs. "It's a start. We'll get you up to speed quick enough."

"So," he says, taking his feet off the bar, "what's a librarian like you doing playing a sport like pyramid?"

It's idle curiosity more than anything.

[hadyougoing]

She smiles, amused.

"A librarian like me?"

[boston_bruiser]

He shrugs. "A librarian like you," he repeats. "All the librarians I ever knew wouldn't go within forty feet of something like pyramid."

[hadyougoing]

"It didn't look that scary," she protests.

"So I'd guess I'm probably not like most of the librarians you know."

JUST GUESSING.

[cbucsrule]

Part of him thinks Voodoo shouldn't be allowed anywhere near alcohol, but hey, what the frak does he know. Like he did with Tommy, he takes a seat at the bar and orders a bottle of water.

Training. Someone's gotta stay in shape.

[boston_bruiser]

And, you know, Voodoo's happy to oblige, fishing a bottle from beneath the counter and setting it down in front of Sam.

"Take it slow, tough guy. This shit creeps up on you."

Sarcasm? Voodoo? Yes.

[cbucsrule]

"Craziest frakking thing," he nods in agreement. "Drank too much of it one night and turned into an asshole."

No commentary there, none at all.

"Liked it so much I thought I'd do it again. Keep 'em coming." With a grin, he twists the cap off that bottle and helps himself to a healthy sip. "Not used to seeing you back there. Penance?"

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo shrugs as he pushes another bottle across the bar. "Who the fuck knows? I just wanted a beer, but apparently it's my turn or something," he says, showing The Napkin to Sam.

"Ain't like I'm bitching. Looks to be a slow day. Night. Whatever the fuck time it is."

[cbucsrule]

"Oh, you got one of those." It isn't as if he's seen them lying around or anything, but he keeps his ears open and knows a little bit about the way things work here. Just 'cause he volunteered for his bartending shift doesn't mean everyone would or does.

"You doing all right?" He's seen Voodoo at his worst, or maybe not at his worst but in pretty frakking bad shape. And yeah, soldiering is stressful shit, but he hates seeing anyone that frakked up. And he's seen a lot of frakked-up people in a lot of frakked-up situations, especially recently.

[boston_bruiser]

( Preacher, I need help )

"Yeah."

( this is American commando Brian Colson )

"Yeah, I'd say I'm doin' okay."

( goddammit, Preacher, what the fuck's wrong with you )

"You?"

[a1enzo]

"Hey, Voodoo! Saw you on the pyramid roster."

[boston_bruiser]

Well there's a sprite he hasn't seen in a while.

He takes his feet off the bar and leans forward. "Hey, Enzo. Ain't surprised - shit, I was one of the first ones to sign up. Saw yours, too - Team Three, right?"

[a1enzo]

"Uh-huh. D'you already know the game?"

[boston_bruiser]

"Yup," Voodoo says. "Sam showed me a while back. He probably won't admit it, but I came real damn close to kicking his ass both times."

[a1enzo]

"Cool. This might actually be a challenge."

[boston_bruiser]

Eyebrow quirk. "You're talkin' like you got some kinda ace up your sleeve."

[waco_jim]

Jim grabs a seat and nods at Voodoo. "Evening. I'll have a double shot of Johnnie Walker, Black Label."

He takes a glance over at the specials. "I was U.S. Cavalry back in '63."

OOC: Millitimed to before his recent departure, for what it's worth.

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo nods, takes his feet off the bar, reaches for the Johnny Walker, and pours the shot.

He quirks an eyebrow at the mention of Cavalry. "No shit?" he says, putting the glass in front of Jim. "What division?"

[waco_jim]

"Well, maybe I should correct myself a bit," Jim says. "Wasn't a federal regiment, as such. I was out west over with the 2nd Kentucky Regiment."

[boston_bruiser]

"Huh," Voodoo grunts. "Sounds like fun."

He finally looks Jim over.

"So what happened in '64?"

He means to say what made him quit.

[waco_jim]

"Well, I was in '64, too, but '63's the one I stayed all the way through for," he says. "After Atlanta, I figured the war was already won, and the idea of another few months of town-burning under General Kilpatrick didn't sit well with me. 'Course, I also took a stray bullet in the shoulder 10 miles out of Savannah, but that wasn't as bad as I played it up to be. I checked out of that hospital in February of '65, headed out west to Texas, and never looked back. Hell, we'd all had about enough by then."

[boston_bruiser]

"Huh."


"So you're some kinda drifter now?"