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When; Saturday night
Rating; PG-13, for ...safety. And probably language.
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schisming and fatespoken, with a special appearance by gilthart
Summary; UHH. MAGICAL EMBOLISMS?
Log;
Occasionally on certain evenings where Sage is at work, Elliot is obliged to find some other way of occupying himself. Given the rate at which their humble abode is...filling up with dogs, this doesn't really present a problem - they are, he has reflected, going to have to move - but sometimes Elliot craves the novelty of a different atmosphere, and when he feels up to all that 'leaving the apartment when not absolutely necessary' encompasses, he's inclined to take advantage of it.
Bars are tricky animals for a person who doesn't seek socialization by rote, however; they are places ostensibly meant for talking (in various degrees of lucidity), and they are sometimes especially places for talking to tall, brooding strangers. Elliot has tucked a fat volume of Flannery O'Connor's short stories into his coat pocket, as he has found that the presence of giant books tends to ward off attempted conversation, except when it doesn't. But then if he wanted to feel really entitled to bitch about people talking to him, he would in fact have just stayed home. And if home currently had beer, he might well have! Be that as it may, he has currently claimed a bar stool in one of the City's fine drankin' establishments, concentration half on the trials and tribulations of traveling bible salesmen and their one-legged conquests, half on steadily emptying a bottle of some imported nonsense.
Although considering his locale, pretty much everything is imported. Unless the City has its own beer! That would be something.
Rating; PG-13, for ...safety. And probably language.
Characters;
schisming and fatespoken, with a special appearance by gilthartSummary; UHH. MAGICAL EMBOLISMS?
Log;
Occasionally on certain evenings where Sage is at work, Elliot is obliged to find some other way of occupying himself. Given the rate at which their humble abode is...filling up with dogs, this doesn't really present a problem - they are, he has reflected, going to have to move - but sometimes Elliot craves the novelty of a different atmosphere, and when he feels up to all that 'leaving the apartment when not absolutely necessary' encompasses, he's inclined to take advantage of it.
Bars are tricky animals for a person who doesn't seek socialization by rote, however; they are places ostensibly meant for talking (in various degrees of lucidity), and they are sometimes especially places for talking to tall, brooding strangers. Elliot has tucked a fat volume of Flannery O'Connor's short stories into his coat pocket, as he has found that the presence of giant books tends to ward off attempted conversation, except when it doesn't. But then if he wanted to feel really entitled to bitch about people talking to him, he would in fact have just stayed home. And if home currently had beer, he might well have! Be that as it may, he has currently claimed a bar stool in one of the City's fine drankin' establishments, concentration half on the trials and tribulations of traveling bible salesmen and their one-legged conquests, half on steadily emptying a bottle of some imported nonsense.
Although considering his locale, pretty much everything is imported. Unless the City has its own beer! That would be something.