sirenspull | 2nd Drink

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2nd Drink

[Ellen's got a new apartment. Because Mugshots pays better.

She's cleaning a knife that she bought, studying the edge. The table isn't visible. She cleaned her guns already, and got other things squared away.]

You're lookin' at the new bartender at Mugshots.

[The bounty hunting bar. Is anyone really surprised?]

Nice to stand behind a bar like that again.

Lookin' forward to talking to the hunters on the island.

[She used that terminology on purpose.

She sets the knife down with a click.]

Needed to know where to get a conceal carry permit and a decent gun shop on the island. Anyone got any recommendations?

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Sounds like you've got yourself a job in the safest bar in town.

Well, let's just say I like my boss.

[Because her boss lets her go to work armed. And that's a good thing.]

You hangin' in there?

Doesn't hurt to have agreeable management.

[snirks] Sure, like a cat in a motivational poster.

Seems agreeable enough.

[Confused...]

Like a what?

[Kinda makes a gesture.]

Hey i'm supposed to be the one out of touch with the times. Ya know, those paper posters they used to put up on walls? With the cat hanging on a limb... christ we've even got one in our breakroom.

[Shakes her head, putting a gun back together.]

Never heard of it.

[She's not up on internet memes okay? :/]

[this is old-timey school room wall pre-meme, Ellen where have you been?]

You're kidding, I mean it's-- [Moves his NV so she has a view of the wall of the breakroom. Yup.]

[It's been way too long since she's been in school, okay? Plus, apocalypse. Tends to put things outta her mind.]

Never seen one of those.

[Just shakes his head]

So what are the deals at Mugshots? I lost my usual bartender.

...Or would a soft belly like me get chased off?

Anyone's welcome to come in. The place is a bit rough, but anyone who can pay is welcome.

[Smirk.]

The bartender is the scariest one in the place.

So much for sweet talking my way into a free drink or two.

[She'll let her eyebrows go up at that, sitting back in her chair.]

You tryin' to sweet talk me?

Well not yet, I was trying to gauge my chances.

[Her expression doesn't change.]

I've been known to front a beer or two to a friend.

[He has a pretty good poker face too. Eyebrow and everything.]

That's just tempting the rules of this place.

Biblical convention remember?

How can I forget, you folks come from a place even more bat-shit.

Oh, I dunno. At least I can stay inside and avoid the things that want to kill me.

Edited (Because IC is important) 2012-08-24 02:42 (UTC)

Least til they come oozing up through your drain and the cracks under the doors.

[He's mister sunshine btw]

[Grimace.]

Well, that's one problem that'll keep me up at night.

[Along with all the others.]

[Well, this is only slightly awkward. It was months ago that this woman had arrived and briefly mistaken her for her daughter, after all.]

I suppose you'll be seeing me stop in sometimes. [She's not a huge drinker, but she's not averse to it.]

Be nice to see a friendly face. I owe you a drink.

You don't, really. But if you insist, I won't turn it down.

I'm insisting.

[She takes a deep breath.]

Owe you a thank you for when I first showed up.

I'll stop in after work tomorrow. It's not exactly out of my way.

[And there's too much awkward about that whole situation, so she'll just avoid continuing that conversation entirely.]

And I can help you out a bit with those firearms questions.

[She'll let it go. She knows how this goes.]

Yeah? I'm listening.

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