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Post by Kirk Kessler on Jul 26, 2010 0:27:08 GMT -4
It had been a steady night at the bar which was enough to keep Kirk's mind off the painfully obvious items in his life he needed to stop ignoring. But as long as his time was occupied he could hardly be accused of ignoring the potential that he was becoming a lunatic. So he continued to work the bar as the hours ticked by and the night drew near to the end of his shift. He didn't have to close the bar that night which was a nice change...of course working till midnight could hardly be seen as getting out early but Kirk would take the wins where he could get them.
He technically didn't have to work at the bar; he was a few classes from graduation and his time was thin enough as it was since he had been back home...and that was ignoring the waking up naked and covered in dirt and blood bits. But there wasn't time to deal with that and besides it hadn't happened in almost a month now.
Kirk glanced at the far TV in the corner of the bar as he poured another beer for a rather larger trucker. The newscaster was touching on the string of gruesome murders that had been going on in Boston; they said they thought it was a bear or some other wild animal in the middle of Boston.
"Crazy times man." The trucker muttered as Kirk nodded silently and handed his new drink over to him. There was no leads and nobody had seen anything save for the bodies the next day and that had been that; almost a month and no leads. The trucker had it right the world was a crazy place.
Casting a look toward the clock Kirk was pleased to see there was only 15 minutes left in his shift. He had his own bottle of Heineken calling his name from the cooler.
"Let me know if you need anything else," Kirk stated as he began to organize behind the bar and wipe off the counter. It was a force of habit even if the bar was still open for at least another 2 hours. He liked the bar; the environment allowed for amazing character development for the writer in him....and it was a nice distraction.
Running a hand through his hair Kirk casted a quick glance around the bar taking stock of the few patrons who had stumbeled in on a Sunday ngiht.
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on Jul 26, 2010 19:46:18 GMT -4
Bianca had made her way to Boston following up her failed attempt at locating the werewolves Jon had been in search of. But before she could really let him know that nothing had happened, she heard about murders which sounded very similar. Leaving Jon a quick voicemail, she'd headed to Boston.
Now she was in Boston, only a few blocks from Fenway Park, and headed to a place she felt the most comfortable-a bar. Truthfully, her desire to be in bars, and drunk, was much lessor than it had been before she'd drunk the potion that Gavner had given her. Granted, it was probably a bad idea to drink it, but he was right. She had no physical scars, no emotional scars, and she was fairly happy again. Plus sleeping through the night was a huge deal.
Bianca entered the bar and sat down on a stool at end of the bar. Her eyes scanned over the place, including the bartender who was pretty good looking. Bianca tossed her denim jacket onto the back of her chair and straightened the green tank top she was wearing. She'd always been a tank top and jeans kind of girl, and now she could be without covering up.
Grabbing the beer menu laying in front of her, Bianca studied the menu, debating what tonight's spirits would be.
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Post by Kirk Kessler on Jul 26, 2010 21:55:52 GMT -4
Kirk looked up from the glass he was drying he saw someone take a seat at the far end of the bar. He would say fate was with him since the newest patron at the bar was not an old sweaty truck driver but an extremley good looking woman. That was a nice and welcome change that was for certain.
Setting the glass into the sink and making his way to the woman Kirk cast once final glance at the clock as it neared midnight. A bit of over time to help a patron never hurt anyone and there was soemthing about the woman which seemed like she could have a story and asa film maker he never turned down a story...and as a aman he never turned away from a pretty face.
"I hear anything out of a bottle is good," Kirk stated with a smile as he took note of the beer menu in the woman's grasp.
There wasn't a vast amount of choices in the bar but the owner had long sinced decided that there needed to be a menu and thus the beer menu had been created and scattered about the bar.
"Though tap isn't half bad," he concluded as he pulled a clean glass from behind the bar and sat it in front of the woman.
"So what'll it be?"
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on Jul 27, 2010 22:56:49 GMT -4
Bianca pulled her hair behind her head into a quick ponytail. She was sure it looked messy, but she was hoping it was at least a messy-chic and not flat out nasty.
"I hear anything out of a bottle is good,"
Bianca's head raised and she smiled to find the good looking bartender standing before her. It had been awhile since she'd really been interested in men. And tonight, she wished she had time to put on lip gloss.
"I'm usually a fan of bottles." She nodded, skimming the list thoughtfully as though she were about to sign away her life savings.
"Though tap isn't half bad,"
Bianca"S nodded and pushed the menu away.
"Glasses have never treated me badly either."
"So what'll it be?"
"Sam Adams Boston Lager." Bianca looked up at him and smiled. "I figure if I'm going to drink in Boston, I might as well be cliche and drink what everyone says all the locals drink."
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Post by Kirk Kessler on Jul 27, 2010 23:27:41 GMT -4
Kirk offered a smile in response tot he one the woman had offered him. It was defiently a ncie change to have a woman in the bar...one who didn't have more facial hair then he did.
Kirk watched the woman as she scanned over the menu; he was rather amused by the thoughtful look she was giving their rather pathetic little beer list. Not many got past the point that this was a place where they could get shit faced...they weren't really too hung up on the how.
"Sam Adams Boston Lager. I figure if I'm going to drink in Boston, I might as well be cliche and drink what everyone says all the locals drink."
"Nothing wrong with a good cliche from time to time," Kirk explained with a wink as he turned away from the girl for a moment and pulled out a cold beer and set it on the bar before twisting the cap off.
"Besides it pretty much is all we drink in these parts," Kirk continued as he poured the woman her beer and set the bottle next to the glass before he sat it in front of her.
"Enjoy it on the house...think of it as your welcome to Boston gift," Kirk explained taking the towel from behind the bar and cleaning off a bit of the counter. He was well aware that he was being a shameless flirt but he didn't rightly care at the moment. The mystery woman seemed like nice normal company and it had been a damn long time since Kirk spent any sort of time in nice normal company.
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Post by Jon Brunner on Jul 28, 2010 1:49:06 GMT -4
Jon's truck rumbled smoothly down the road. He wasn't far from the infamous Fenway Park, which meant he was close to where he'd told Bianca he'd meet her. His lead for the werewolf pack had gone stale and yielded no results. He had felt bad about leaving the young huntress and her friend but he couldn't resist the pull to run to Alexis. Even though he should've known going in that he wasn't going to get her back. A few nights of hard drinking had helped in the beginning but he couldn't let that rule his life.
He noticed he'd become harder and had less patience than normal but he figured that was the expected reaction. He was glad that Bianca had left him a message about a new hunt. He was looking forward to getting his mind off things. He found the bar easily enough and saw Bianca's car parked outside. Parking his truck he opened up the glove box to grab his Walther P99C, which he slipped into his jacket pocket. He never went anywhere without a gun anymore, he somehow felt more exposed without Alexis in his life. She had opened him up and now it was like there was an empty spot inside him.
He opened the door to the bar and easily spotted Bianca at the one end. It wasn't hard considering the rest of the patrons were big trucker guys. He was about to make his way over when he saw her talking to the bartender. He might've been mistaken but she looked somewhat different. She looked happier than she'd seemed the last time he saw her. The bartender looked about her age and seemed to be flirting with her and it didn't seem unwelcome by her. Instead of going over and ruining whatever fun she was having he sat down at the opposite end of the bar and waited for the bartender. He was in no rush and he wasn't going to ruin her night with work.
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on Jul 28, 2010 16:55:03 GMT -4
"Nothing wrong with a good cliche from time to time,"
"True that." Bianca smiled as the man put the bottle down in front of her. Picking it up, she took a long sip.
"Enjoy it on the house...think of it as your welcome to Boston gift,"
"Thanks." She grinned, giving him a quick wink. Bianca had also found herself surprised to see that the potion-whatever it was-had returned her eyes to their original color. That was a bit of a shock. She'd gotten used to their new color, but it was nice to be back to exactly what she'd been before.
"You from here?" Bianca asked, taking a glance around the bar. She caught sight of Jon slip in and seat himself at the far end of the bar. Picking up her cell phone, she typed a quick text to him.
I showered today. You don't have to sit all the way over there.
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Post by Kirk Kessler on Aug 1, 2010 21:16:56 GMT -4
Kirk returned the woman's smile as she took the beer he had offered her.
"Thanks."
"My pleasure," Kirk responded as the woman gave him a wink. It was nice to see that the flirting wasn't one sided; that always made things more interesting when it came down to things such as flirting and the like. Not that Kirk spent a lot of time doing it but it was ncie when it came together.
"You from here?"
"Born and raised," Kirk explained as he took to stacking the clean mugs in the corner end of the bar. He glanced about him figuring out how much he could come up with to keep himself looking busy on this end of the bar. His attention was caught though as another man entered the bar and sat himself down on the far side of the bar; wich made staying in his current location rather problematic.
"Don't go running off anywhere just yet," Kirk stated with a wink as he made his way over to the newest patron of the bar. Casting a glance at the wall clock he realized his coverage was late as it was now 15 past midnight.
"What can I get you sir?"
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Post by Jon Brunner on Sept 10, 2010 6:12:53 GMT -4
Jon watched quietly out of the corner of his eye as Bianca joked with the bartender. Something he couldn’t put his finger on was definitely different about her. The buzzing of his phone in his pocket caught his attention. He smiled a bit as he read the text from Bianca, he hit the reply button to answer her back.
Didn’t want to cramp your style, you seemed to be rather enjoying yourself.
He was about to get up when the bartender approached him and asked him what he wanted. He dropped back into his seat and let out a small sigh.
“Uhh… Johnny Walker, neat and make it a double please and a refill of what ever my associate at the end of the bar is drinking if you please”, he ordered in his native English accent. It drew the attention of more than one patron but ever since his fiasco with Alexis he’d been unable to keep himself completely together. Hunts that had once come with ease were giving him problems and he hadn’t been able to keep track of what accent or alias he was using with people. He got up and moved down to the other end of the bar and sat on a stool next to Bianca.
“Been well I hope? You seem more… I want to say relaxed or it seems like you’ve had some weight lifted off your shoulder”, he turned his head a bit to take more notice of her. One thing he hadn’t lost was his ability to read people and notice subtle changes.
“So how long have you been torturing the bartender? He seemed pretty irritated that I pulled him to the other end of the bar away from you.”
Jon sat back as he saw the bartender approaching with their drinks. He seemed like a good guy and Jon wasn’t about to interfere with Bianca’s personal life. He did feel bad about leaving her high and dry before, things had kind of spun out of control for him.
“I don’t know about you but I think work can wait till I have a good and inebriated. Do me a favor and keep the bartender occupied while I pound a few back. That way I don’t have to keep waiting for him to finish making his rounds while I order my drinks. It would be most appreciated love.”
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on Sept 11, 2010 20:00:19 GMT -4
"Don't go running off anywhere just yet,"
"I wouldn't dream of it." Bianca raised her drink in a salute as the bartender sauntered off. Noticing her phone was going off, she picked it up.
Didn’t want to cramp your style, you seemed to be rather enjoying yourself.
Bianca hit reply on her phone and typed:
Don't worry about it
“Been well I hope? You seem more… I want to say relaxed or it seems like you’ve had some weight lifted off your shoulder”
"Oh you noticed?" Bianca almost giggled. She loved that things were so much easier for her now, and so much more carefree.
"Yeah, I had a bit of a life changing event, so to say. Things are a bit different now." She wondered if Jon noticed the change in eye color, but she could point that out as contacts.
“So how long have you been torturing the bartender? He seemed pretty irritated that I pulled him to the other end of the bar away from you.”
"Not long, but the night is young." Bianca stared at the bartender who was getting their drinks. He was one of the best looking men she had seen. To say she was intrigued was an understatement.
“I don’t know about you but I think work can wait till I have a good and inebriated. Do me a favor and keep the bartender occupied while I pound a few back. That way I don’t have to keep waiting for him to finish making his rounds while I order my drinks. It would be most appreciated love.”
Bianca ignored the fact that she didn't really approve of Jon working drunk. But who was she to judge? If that was his thing, so be it.
"No worries. He's not going anywhere." Bianca gave the bartender a quick smile before raising her glass back to her lips.
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Post by Kirk Kessler on Apr 4, 2014 15:53:59 GMT -4
Kirk nodded in response to the older man’s drink request and set about getting it prepared for him. He cast a glance at the clock and was pleased to see there was still plenty of time in his shift left; plenty of time meant plenty of tips which mean he wouldn’t have to beg on the streets to pay off his student loans…hopefully. It of course also meant more time getting to chat up the only female patron in the bar currently.
He set the guys drink next to him and handed the woman a fresh beer, she was stunning and Kirk just wasn’t thinking that because he hadn’t seen a decent girl in the bar for months…maybe even years she was actually stunning. There was something about her that made her stand out and he would have guessed it wasn’t just looks.
“Let me know if you two need anything else,” he smiled lightly his words going out to the both of them but his eyes never leaving that of the young woman.
“Anything at all,” he winked at her before turning to make sure his other customers were taken care of. He had to remind himself he had to make money and not spend the shift flirting. Besides it would be rather awkward if her and the older guy were together, he was in no grand mood to get into a fist fight with anyone.
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on Apr 4, 2014 22:00:54 GMT -4
Bianca took a slow sip of her drink and glanced around the bar. There was a Red Sox game on the television, but she hadn't noticed a ton of traffic. Baseball was a pretty good game. She'd always enjoyed it. She rested her chin in her hand, focused momentarily on the TV. Red Sox up 2-1. Who was it they were playing? The Rays? Maybe?
"Who are the Sox playing tonight?" She called over to the bartender, raising her drink to her lips again.
Bianca had never spent a ton of time in Boston. She wondered if it would be worth her making a small detour. Maybe she could take in a few things if she had the time, which she just might.
And maybe she could drink a few more beers here. In this bar. And look at that bartender.
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