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milliways_bar2014-02-14 05:13 pm
gavin62truck) wrote in milliways_bar2014-02-14 05:13 pm
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As much as he tried to convince himself that he wasn't getting sick, Tommy wasn't immune to that weird flu that's been going around after all.
Because now his name isn't Tommy. It's Wayne.
And after several days of not shaving in his flu-ridden delirium, he decided to give himself a mustache.
"Aw, c'mon, Miss Bar," he says, his usually rapid New York City bark replaced with a slow, Midwestern drawl. "You can't deny a fella just one sip of whiskey, now can you?"
A napkin appears. Yes, she can. Because of reasons.
Wayne sighs. Deeply, and sadly. Almost depressive, defeated. His shoulders hunched over, he slouches on a bar stool and lights a cigarette with tremulous fingers.
And yes, he's wearing a straw cowboy hat.
[OOC: Probably one of the last victims of the IMDb flu! Tommy is now Wayne from a movie called Jesus' Son.]
Because now his name isn't Tommy. It's Wayne.
And after several days of not shaving in his flu-ridden delirium, he decided to give himself a mustache.
"Aw, c'mon, Miss Bar," he says, his usually rapid New York City bark replaced with a slow, Midwestern drawl. "You can't deny a fella just one sip of whiskey, now can you?"
A napkin appears. Yes, she can. Because of reasons.
Wayne sighs. Deeply, and sadly. Almost depressive, defeated. His shoulders hunched over, he slouches on a bar stool and lights a cigarette with tremulous fingers.
And yes, he's wearing a straw cowboy hat.
[OOC: Probably one of the last victims of the IMDb flu! Tommy is now Wayne from a movie called Jesus' Son.]
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"Who said I was tryin' t'save you? Or turn you into some kinda free spirit?"
She arches an eyebrow. She's a gentle soul underneath all that Texas steel, but sometimes she gets this look about her like you could very well be the stupidest fella on Earth. It's not mean-spirited in the slightest, but it still rests on her with blatant incredulity, like maybe you should rethink your words and get back to her when you're making sense again.
"You said all y'do is drink until y'run outta money, then go t'work so's you can start drinkin' again, 'cuz you ain't got nothin' else. So which is it? You like the empty merry-go-round of sittin' in one place like a bump on a log, or y'do it 'cuz there's nothin' else t'do?"
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He shrugs.
"It's all I know."