fandomtownies | At Spike's Pub, Friday Afternoon

Pushing at the heavy wooden door, Shane steps in to the dimly-lit interior of the pub, the acrid scent of alcohol, cigarette smoke and stale something touching her nose. She'd heard about the place but hadn't been inside it yet. Glancing around, she smiles as she sees a familiar face.

Stepping inside, she lets the door thump shut behind her and smirks at a sign fixed to the back wall behind the bar as she approaches it to order herself a Dos Equis. It reads: "The Big Bad smokes, you might as well light up, too." Once again oddly thankful she's no longer in California, she pays for her beer and heads over to the table where Geoff is seated.

"Hey, man," she murmurs amiably. "How's it going?"

*Geoff looks up quickly, and then smiles at Shane.*

Better than yesterday, my lady. And you?

"Great... just great," she says, returning the smile. She gestures at a chair across from him with her bottle. "May I sit with you?"

Of course, please!

*Geoff jumps up and pulls out the chair for Shane.*

Actually, I'm glad you stopped. This isn't going very well and I could use a break. *He closes the book he was writing in and pushes it aside.*

Shane watches Geoff pull the chair out for her with growing amusement. Maybe it's not a guy thing... maybe it's just an English thing? She doesn't comment on it, though, merely drops down into the chair and settles down into a comfortable slouch, one elbow hooked over the back of it. "Why is it not going well?" She murmurs, taking a sip of her beer.

*Geoff sighs, and pulls his own beer toward him.*

I should be working on a commission I received today. Which I am trying to work on. But I keep getting distracted into working on a poem for Paige. *A worry line appears between his brows, and he looks absently toward the door.*

Shane looks over her shoulder, glancing at the door herself a moment before looking back at him. "Hey, look... if you want me to take off, that's cool," she says evenly, holding up her free hand. "Like, if you're waiting for somebody or something."

*Geoff immediately snaps out of his reverie and turns back to Shane.*

No, no, please! Stay. I wan't waiting for anyone at all. Just lost in thought for a moment. I'm very sorry.

Please, tell me how your day has been. Have you noticed that people seem to be a little...irritable today?

Shane takes a deep breath, seeming more than a little unsettled and perturbed as she takes a sip of her beer. "You could say that, man," she replies, reaching up with her free hand to scratch a hand through the back of her already impossibly tousled hair. She draws her knee up, resting her sneaker in the seat, bent leg nudging the edge of the table. "It's not just people... it's... town. The whole town. Something's going on."

*Geoff nods and takes a long drink of his beer.*

Paige was saying that she felt odd. She thought it might just be that she was tired, but I get that feeling that there's something she's not telling me.

*He pauses, and frowns at the beer as though it had done something annoying.*

Lately, I get the feeling quite a lot of the time that there's something she's not telling me.

"I slept fine last night," she replies, voice a uncertain rumble. "But walking outside today, even in this, it..." she gestures to the long-sleeved men's shirt and jeans she's wearing but trails off, unable to find the right words.

"You think it's something major?" Shane asks, glancing up at him as she picks at the corner of the label on her beer bottle.

*Geoff shakes his head irritably*

I don't know. I know that Paige has a friend with the sight, but she hasn't told me anything about what's going on today. It wasn't bothering me this morning, but more and more I'm feeling the urge to pack up and get out of town.

*He shakes his head again, this time as though trying to clear it.*

Maybe it's just the foul mood everyone is in. *He smiles wanly at Shane.* Are you working at Deb's tonight?

"Yeah, man," she mumbles in agreement. "I was fine when I got up, but when I left to get my morning shot, it was like... something in me just didn't wanna be here anymore." Shane shifts in her seat uncomfortably and reaches down, rubbing at her left arm with her free hand.

She nods as she takes a sip of her beer. "Yeah, you?" Her brow quirks in inquiry.

*Geoff nods.*

Yeah. Paige has a class tonight, so it works out well. I'll probably be working Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. If Deb approves, of course.

*He smiles a little at the thought of Deb, and the way she took him in like a starved pup the night before.* She's a good woman. I hope the business does well for her.

Shane nods and smiles at the mention of Deb. "Yeah, me too," she says. "She's cool." She lifts her beer up and takes a sip of it, a glint of silver peeking out from beneath her cuff as she does so.

*Geoff cocks his head and looks at the glinting metal peeking from under Shane's sleeve.*

Admirer? *He smiles, and takes a slow sip of his beer.*

She narrows her eyes at Geoff, giving him a bewildered look for a moment, until she follows his gaze. "Oh," she says with a small smile. "Uhhh, not exactly." She puts her beer down and tugs up both of her sleeves just slightly, revealing a matching bracelet on her other wrist. "I went in to see that ... customer from yesterday? Red? The big --" she says, picking up her beer again and holding her hand a few feet off of the floor, indicating the large red creature she'd served the evening before. "Well, anyway, he said these were made for me or something. I don't know."

*Geoff raises an eyebrow at this.*

Made for you? He made them for you? *grins* That's a little...weird. But, I won't be one to judge. *grins again, and takes another sip*

"No," she says, letting out a slight chuckle. "He said they were made for me, not that he made them for me. He just finds stuff when he travels." She picked at the label on her beer thoughtfully for a moment before continuing, her tones hesitant and slightly self-conscious. "They're for protection. He said... he said they were meant to be mine." Shane has a vaguely faraway look on her face as she takes a sip of her own beer. She looks up and offers Geoff a slight shrug, a grin quirking up one corner of her mouth.

*Geoff smiles at her.* Then it's good that they found you. *shrugs* I'm not certain I like believing in destiny, but I'm also not certain destiny much cares what I like.

*sighs* Do you have any idea how soon we have to get over to Deb's? It's getting so dark out, I can't tell what time of day it is anymore.

"Just go with the flow," Shane murmurs with an easy smile. Taking one more sip of her beer, Shane arches her hips up off of the seat and digs her free hand into her pocket for her cellphone. She checks the LCD for the time and her eyes widen. "Shit, like... in ten minutes," she murmurs, taking another quick swig of her beer before hopping up out of her seat and pushing it back up to the table. "C'mon, man."

*Geoff swears, downs the rest of his beer in one gulp, and takes off out of the pub after Shane.*

[OOC: And a perfect segue into the thread at Deb's that you've already started. Good work! :)]

[[ooc: Heehee! Thank you. *bows* That was fun! If the whole weekend frag-fest happens to start tonight, Shane'll be lucky to have her bud with her :D]]

[OOC: Oh, yeah, it'll be starting tonight. :D]

[ooc: Ska-weeeeeeee! XD]

At Spike's Pub, Friday Afternoon

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