Spike's Pub is Open

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

Loz opened the doors and turned on the sign to indicate Spike's was open. Yazoo turned the chairs and stools right and straightened the table while Kadaj prepped the bar.

They didn't know whether to expect a big crowd or not. Something was going on at the campus though. So the brothers just prepared the Pub for a Friday night.

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[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Well, if nothing else they were going to get a certain young doctor heading through the doors.

A shower had done little to revive him after the day at the Clinic but he'd taken a moment to change to more comfortable 'street clothes' if you will before wandering down to see if the Pub was open tonight.

With a tired sigh and a weary looking expression he slid up onto a barstool and waited until someone had a moment to wander over.

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex enters the bar, she moves over to the bar and takes a seat not too far away from the doctor.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson was always good for a friendly smile when someone sat near him at bars.

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

Loz had taken up his spot at the end of the bar to watch the room while Kadaj and Yazoo took care of the drinks.

Walking up to Tex, Yazoo slid her whiskey in front of her before he leaned on the bar in front of Wilson. "Hey."

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

Tex smiled at Yazoo and picked up her whiskey, taking a long drink.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Hi." Wilson smiled warmly, his arms crossed on the bar as he asked. "Spike has a bottle of single malt back there, he said he put my name on. If it really is there, I'd love three fingers, neat...if it isn't then...three fingers, neat single malt please."

A flick of his fingers and the fifty he tended to present when in here appeared tucked between index and middle finger for Yazoo to grab.

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

Taking the money, Yazoo searched for the bottle, pulling one down from what Spike said was a private stash. He looked at the label and looked at the man. "Name?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Yeah...that would probably help, wouldn't it?

Wilson groaned softly and rubbed his hand over his face, obviously annoyed at himself. More tired then he realized.

"My apologies. James Wilson."

The hand came down and the ready grin was once again apparent.

[freelancerchick.livejournal.com]

It was hard to tell if Tex smiled back or not with the visor. She just nodded at Wilson in greeting and reached up to undo her helmet. It unseals with a hiss and she puts it aside on the seat next to her.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Geoff strides into the pub, looking downright jaunty. He grins and raises a hand to whichever brother happens to be at the bar, then takes a seat at a table off to the side of the room, setting out an inkpot, quill, and several sheets of paper.

He looks like he's in a damn good mood.

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

Kadaj pulled a beer and took it out to Geoff, setting it down in front of him. "Evening."

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Geoff looks up and smiles. "Evening..." He narrows his eyes for a second, thinking. "...Kadaj. Thanks."

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

He gave Geoff a nod and headed back to the bar to leave the man in peace.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

As the young man walks away, Geoff calls out to him. "Oh! Um, Kadaj! Can you answer a question for me?"

He points with the quill toward the jukebox. "Two questions, actually. What is that? And what is that God-awful noise coming out of it?" His grin suggests that he probably doesn't object to the music as much as his question would indicate.

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

Turning back, Kadaj looked at the jukebox and walked back to Geoff. "A juke box," he enunciated the word that was new to him as well. "There is recorded music inside. You put money in and choose what music you want to hear." His nose wrinkled.

[geoff-chaucer.livejournal.com]

Geoff nods, grinning. "So, you're telling me someone paid to listen to this. Ah well, I can't imagine they'd have any music inside it that I'd recognize anyway."

[mikeys-ben.livejournal.com]

Ben walks into the pub, deciding he could use a beer after spending all day tearing apart editing what he had of his novel's manuscript. He stops at the door and swears softly under his breath, recognizing the men tending bar as the ones who had come into the Emporium the other day. This was not particularly what he wanted to deal with, but he wanted the drink badly enough. Maybe they wouldn't recognize him.

((ooc: Ben is open to other patrons striking up a conversation with him))

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

Yazoo saw him come in. He recognized him as the man who staked his claim with Michael in the store. With a twist to his lips, he went to Ben's table. It was still slow enough, he could wait on the table.

"What can I get you?"

[mikeys-ben.livejournal.com]

"Beer, please." Ben sized up the other man, but avoided his eyes. This guy was good looking; he couldn't fault Michael on that.

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

"Tap or bottle?" he asked, tilting his head.

[mikeys-ben.livejournal.com]

Ben closed his eyes for a moment, trying to make up his mind. "Tap," he finally answered.

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

A slow turn, Yazoo went back to draw him a pint. He took his time, watching the man before taking the beer back out and setting it on the table. "Anything else?"

[mikeys-ben.livejournal.com]

"You serve food here, right? You've got those deep fried onion-flower things?" Dammit, he was going to kill himself with the unhealthy food, the alcohol, the cigarettes. But at this particular moment, he just didn't care. If his health was falling apart anyway, what did it matter?

[michel-girard.livejournal.com]

*phone rings* (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/254261.html?thread=10147637#t10165301) [[feel free to show up with a delivery, or I'll just assume someone did, 'k?]]

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

Kadaj frowned and hung up the phone. Grabbing a bottle of wine, he nodded to Loz to watch the pub until he or Yazoo got back and headed out the door with a bottle of wine, toward the hotel.