After Trial Mingle

[deadlygoals]

[ Seems like everyone is either hiding from any blood bending, wanting to take the time to think, or just doing their on thing after a trial as long as that one is. So here's a general mingle for after the trial or the rest of the weekend. ]

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[pr159]

[ ... ]

You're welcome to place a to-go order.

[bawcock]

[ are you a drive-thru now ]

I could, but that seems like more work for you.

[pr159]

[ Most people just leave when places are clearly closed, actually. ]

And yet no more tiresome than this conversation.

[ Though as soon as he says that, he kind of frowns, because fucking Julius.

Whatever. ]

[bawcock]

[ What reasonable person would leave someone to suffer alone? He thinks for a moment before turning and leaning his back against the door. ]

You've got me there. Though I'd call it "cumbersome" more than "tiresome," mainly 'cause of the door.

[ Knocking on lightly it with his knuckles. ]

[pr159]

[ ............closes his eyes and sighs ]

What do you want?

[ He's still not opening the door, but he's like, standing near it now instead of shouting across the bar. ]

[bawcock]

[ Sounds like Rideaux is getting closer! ]

You're going to be disappointed by the answer, you know. [ Turning his head to look at the door. ] I just want to talk.

[pr159]

You're right.

[ Congratulations, you called it. ]

And what, exactly, do you want to talk about?

[bawcock]

[ He did! He's so proud. Except this is so to the point that he has to think for a second. ]

What you plan on doing after this.

[pr159]

What, after I leave the bar?

[ If you're intending to try to keep an eye on him... ]

The plan is to go back to my room and sleep.

[ So, you know, his not-alibi that's been doing him so many favors lately. ]

[bawcock]

That's more responsible than I thought. I half-expected you to pass out drunk in the street, which would make this place a little too much like home for my liking.

[ In a kind of good and bad way though? Like, nostalgia. But also, bad. ]

[pr159]

[ Wow, he is a perfectly responsible drinker, thank you.

Well, okay, maybe not perfectly, but he refuses to go so far as to make it easy for anyone to take advantage of him.

There's a pause, and eventually he opens the door halfway, if only because glaring through a closed one isn't very effective. ]

Trust me, I've stepped over enough of those types in my own hometown. Anyway, I make it a rule not to sleep in the street when I have other options.

[bawcock]

Whoa! [ Bad news, good news! Bad news, he's still leaning on the door when it half-happens. Good news, since it's halfway and he isn't putting all his weight on it anyway, he just kind of flounders (waving arms, grimacing) for a few seconds before grabbing the frame.

He exhales in relief, rights himself, and then turns around to see the glare! It still isn't very effective. ]

Huh. Never thought our worlds would have that in common. Guess no matter where you are, you still find the same kinds of people. [ A shake of his head. ] Glad to hear you're not planning on sleeping in the cold though.