Jill Leighton || OC (
sempreadagio) wrote in
poly_chromatic2012-01-25 12:02 pm
Entry tags:
|| nineteen - action
[Jill is at The Blue Light working. It's her night to tend the bar instead of supplying the musical entertainment for the evening. The bar is full, probably because a lot of people have had the same idea as she's had. The ticking isn't so bad if you're drunk. She slams back another shot and then procedes to take and prepare more drink orders.]
ooc: action open to anyone stopping by The Blue Light.
ooc: action open to anyone stopping by The Blue Light.

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I'm doing all right and a brandy please. [He answered making himself comfortable.] Yourself?
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The alcohol helps... with the ticking. [She smiles again, which is more smiling than she usually does when she's not drunk.] And we can all consider me helped.
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A vice one can easily turn to. [He lightly commented in his smooth tone.]
You must have heard plenty of stories that spill from the mouths of your patrons while working the bar.
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[She arches a brow, tilting her head a bit as she eyes him pointedly.] So what's your story? Want to share?
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Perhaps. Though truly what fun is in that? [He chuckled as he thought of an idea.]
Why don't we play a little game then, hm? [His eyes briefly wandered to scan the patrons within the room before returning to meet hers.]
For every person who rubs their temple, we take a drink and share a piece of a story. [The loud ticking or excess drinking will certainly make this go quicker.]
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Okay, I'm in. But you said a story, not our story. So is that how we're going to play it?
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[He leaned his chin against the back of his hand as he gave a negotiable nod to her suggestion.]
However, under one condition. You must state who it's about. Deal?
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Very well. Allow me to clarify. For every person who rubs their temple, we take a drink and share a piece of our story. No further inquiries allowed of the story being shared. Fair enough?
[At least this way he could pick and choose which he wished to divulge without further questioning. Besides, from the looks of things it was going to be a short game. He raised his glass towards her to wait for the agreement.]
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Alright... so... [She sips at her drink and looks around the bar. She points to a man in his late 30's rubbing his brow.] There! See? It's like playing 'I spy'.
[Action!]
'I spy'? [He took a drink as his share.] What is that?
[ooc; Sorry for the delay!]