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TWENTY THREE ✖ SPAM/TEXT
[Open Spam for the Pub]
[Charles didn't spend much time in here. Really, ever since he'd become, for all intents and purposes, the guardian of three young adults, Charles hadn't really indulged much in anything that could be considered irresponsible, which was fairly different from how he'd spent his life before meeting Moira in the bar in Oxford. When he hadn't been working on his thesis, a fair amount of time had been spent in different pubs, wooing women and generally not really acting like an adult who was working to be a professor of genetics.
But tonight he found himself deciding he needed a change in scenery, and he needed a drink, because sitting around in his room doing nothing was doing himself no good. Between the conversation with Wanda and the ethical questions it raised and Morgana killing Merlin, he didn't really know what to do with himself, because he couldn't go for a run, he didn't want to talk to Erik (not yet anyway), and he wasn't sure if he wanted to be around people, or to be alone.
So he is just letting himself in, helping himself to some Scotch and will be sitting off by himself thinking a bit nostalgically to a time where the only responsibility he had was making sure Raven kept out of trouble, and trying to ignore the fact that he hadn't seen or talked to his sister since the beach, and that had been almost nine months ago.]
[Private to Erik, a while later]
If you're not busy, I wouldn't mind some company up in the pub.
[ooc: MULTIPLES ARE WELCOME FOR THE SPAM I forgot to mention it earlier sorry about that. Gimme all your cr. c:]
[Charles didn't spend much time in here. Really, ever since he'd become, for all intents and purposes, the guardian of three young adults, Charles hadn't really indulged much in anything that could be considered irresponsible, which was fairly different from how he'd spent his life before meeting Moira in the bar in Oxford. When he hadn't been working on his thesis, a fair amount of time had been spent in different pubs, wooing women and generally not really acting like an adult who was working to be a professor of genetics.
But tonight he found himself deciding he needed a change in scenery, and he needed a drink, because sitting around in his room doing nothing was doing himself no good. Between the conversation with Wanda and the ethical questions it raised and Morgana killing Merlin, he didn't really know what to do with himself, because he couldn't go for a run, he didn't want to talk to Erik (not yet anyway), and he wasn't sure if he wanted to be around people, or to be alone.
So he is just letting himself in, helping himself to some Scotch and will be sitting off by himself thinking a bit nostalgically to a time where the only responsibility he had was making sure Raven kept out of trouble, and trying to ignore the fact that he hadn't seen or talked to his sister since the beach, and that had been almost nine months ago.]
[Private to Erik, a while later]
If you're not busy, I wouldn't mind some company up in the pub.
[ooc: MULTIPLES ARE WELCOME FOR THE SPAM I forgot to mention it earlier sorry about that. Gimme all your cr. c:]
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No, I'm afraid not tonight.
He is a SNEAKY COMPANION
What're you drinkin'?
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Scotch. And yourself?
Greatest IDIOT ever maybe
Um. [He peers down at his drink, then takes another swig.] Somethin' called India pale ale. Never heard of it before, but it ain't bad.
well. yes. but.
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[spam] hopefully multiple threads are okay?
He's also not usually one for making anyone else's business his own if he can avoid it, but good nature is always going to win out when it comes down to it-- whether he'd admit to as much or not. Either way, Perry doesn't have it in him to ignore someone who looks as deeply troubled as Charles seems to at the moment.]
This seat taken?
[spam] totally okay! sorry I forgot to specify xD
He shakes his head slightly and gestures for him to go right ahead and sit down.]
By all means. I don't believe we've met.
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I'm still touring the place, really. Someone didn't waste any time putting me to work, so I haven't had much chance to do the full meet-and-greet. [Not that he would have felt particularly inclined if there was such a thing-- the network since his arrival hasn't exactly painted the prettiest picture of the Barge's inhabitants, and the first person he'd spoken to had warned him of as much.]
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Yes, I'm afraid I'm not personally acquainted with your inmate- [Although his breach counterpart had been his coworker and Kozak looked an alarming amount like Tony.] But I think you'll find it's better to have an assignment quickly. Sitting around waiting for one gets a bit tiresome.
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[He pauses briefly before continuing.] You sound like you're speaking from experience, though. Still waiting?
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[Spamburgers and Ham]
He grins at the Warden letting him in this time around (Arkady, probably, if not someone random) and lets his eyes comb over who's here this time. He's used to picking his times carefully, coming when no one else is there, so he doesn't have to be more social than he has to be, but today? Well, it looks like Wheels has something to drown his sorrows in.
So, he finds himself wandering over to where Charles is hiding away, hands in his pockets and eyebrows raised pointedly.]
You know, there are faster ways to get drunk than scotch.
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He frowns slightly, a little frustrated, but still responds to the statement, because he isn't mad at Tony and doesn't not want to talk to him, he just. Was having a bad night and didn't want to be a responsible adult right now, really.]
Who says I'm trying to get drunk?
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Which is why he's just pulling over a chair, for now, plopping down into it in order to get at Charles' eye level, just kind of giving him a Look.]
You're sulking in a bar, Charles. Drinking alone is pretty much synonymous with hanging a sign above your head saying "I hate the world, buy me a drink or get out."
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He will just be staring right back at you.]
A drink doesn't mean I'm trying to get drunk. [But fine, arguing semantics was fun and all, but he supposed Tony deserved an answer.] It's been a [What was a good word for it?] difficult day.
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Alright, point. But staring at it like it holds the answers to the universe kind of does. [He's shrugging, and glancing towards the bar, combinations of alcohol already shifting through his head, all being sorted out in his mind through potential potency. Or rather, how quickly they can knock a person flat on their back with a one way trip to happy town.] I know just the thing for difficult days.
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Sweet or strong tonight, Charles?
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He's tempted to say the hell with it and ask for something strong, but he holds himself back, trying to force some cheerfulness into his voice.]
Surprise me?
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[She goes behind the bar and starts chopping, blending and pouring, adding strawberries, and then rummaging mysteriously for a bit. She grabs a special set of tongs and breaks out the dry ice. She starts to hum, a faintly mischievous look on her face.]
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What are you doing?
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Well...you said surprise you....
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[And five minutes later, he'll be tapping on the pub door.]
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Thanks for coming.
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How long have you been in here?
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