Brownout Part I: Into the night

[Starman]

Jeremy will move over and grab a seat by Bill. He slaps down some money.

"This one's on me."

He waits for Bill to take a drink or two.

"So, tell me more about these military boys comin' to your store."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Jaque smiled to the others as he listened in on the stranger who didn't want to introduce himself. He was doing the work for him it seemed, he decided he'd better buy him a drink once he's done with the Bill fellow.

 

[UnDfind]

This round's on Starman

Originally posted by Starman
"This one's on me."

Bill thanks you kindly.

Originally posted by Starman
"So, tell me more about these military boys comin' to your store."

"Whash you wanna know?" Bill asks drunkenly. "Them big truckloads of 'em come through same day every month. Rigs an' trucks an guns an all." Bill suddenly looks at Jeremy suspiciously, "Why, whash it to you, bub?"

The waitress looks over at the two conversing at the bar. "Now Bill, you behave yourself. The boy's only tryin' to make conversation."

Bill stares at the waitress for a little while, eyes seeming to focus and unfocus at random. "Martha, you shtay out o' thish. It'sh between me an' him...not you." Bill looks at Jeremy "Ishn't that right?"

Bill continues on, acting as if talking to himself, "now lesh shee here. Them army guys'll be through prolly 'round noon tomorrow, an they'll have losh o' money to spend. I stocked up on Maxims an' Mountain Dew, sho I'll be fine there..." All of the sudden Bill's eyes get wide. "Toilet paper!" Bill looks directly at Jeremy, eyes wide with seeming panic, "toilet paper!"

Bill shakes his head. "The army folks always want the soft toilet paper on account of the gov'ment always giving 'em the rough shtuff. I forgot to stock the toilet paper...sho I guess I'll have to go back over there an'..." Bill's voice drowns off as he slowly gets up and begins a winding path towards the door.

The waitress shakes her head in disdain as Bill exits. "Damn fool drunk."

 

[Ascending Crane]

"You are of ex-military?" he asks politely, but then he takes on a sharper tone, "Or do you work for them still?"

Angel's congenial smile vanishes.

"And if I did..?" Angel looks at Jaque with a blank stare. There's a brief, but uncomfortable silence.

"It doesn't matter," Angel shakes her head. "I'm not here in any official capacity. As a matter of fact, I think I'm here for pretty much the same reason as the two of you. And who knows, maybe even the Stryper-fan at the counter."

Angel watches as the local drunkard blathers, a calculating look on her face. She turns back to the two she's sitting with.

"I assume you heard all of that." She whispers.

 

[Ascending Crane]

OOC: A picture of Angel, as she's about to shoot whatever is keeping her from her mother.

 

[Starman]

Jeremy watches Bill leave and shakes his head. He turns back to Martha.

"Seems kind of paraniod, huh? Those military boys ever stop in here?"

 

[Kalanyr]

Adrian simply nods to Angel.

And listens in on the conversation the new guy is having with Martha,

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Yes, yes, caught it all. This is very nice, it seems we are all on the same team here," Jaque says, and gives Angel a thumbs up, "Excuse me, I feel I must thank the unintroduced fellow for doing that work for us."

Jaque walks over to the man at the bar.

"This one is on me," he says, grinning at the humour in the statement, "My name is Jaque, this is Adrian, and she has not told me her name yet."

He chuckles and smiles at his companions before he hands the money for another cup of coffee to the waitress.

"You have done us a favour, yes? I just wished to thank you. There is a seat free at our table if you wish to join us. Many hands make light work, yes?" he says.

 

[Starman]

Jeremy looks at Jaque and takes a long drag on his cigarette before replying.

"My dad told me that too many hands make a mess of things. But I would imagine that if we're going the same direction, we might as well go together. I, for one, don't have a ride and I'm not in the mood to walk the rest of the damn way."

He stands up, grabs his coffee, and sticks his hand out at Jaque.

"Jeremy."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Jaque gives Jeremy's hand a hearty shake.

"My dad told me that too many hands make a mess of things."

"A good piece of wisdom," Jaque concedes, "Your father must be a wise man."