Spike's Pub - Open 11/13 (late)

[ac-brothers.livejournal.com]

The brothers were running late getting the Pub open. Getting things prepped and ready ran like clockwork and despite opening later than anticipated, they were successful in opening, the light flickering on in the window.








[ooc- Opened late, player apologizes but can't watch the threads tonight. No fighting. No sex. No underage. Keep it clean, simple and safe.]

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[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Johnny Cash is on the jukebox, there's plenty of beer on tap, and the floor's remarkably clean...it's a great night for a couple of drinks. Ten holds the door open for CJ to enter, his eyes travelling around the room as he does. A nod acknowledges the three brothers.]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[In a short denim skirt and a pink sweater she steps ahead of Ten and walks to a booth. Smiling at Kadaj and Loz, and nodding at Yazoo, she waits for Ten to bring her drink.]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He slides a pint of Guinness over to her, sitting down with a green bottle of Stella Artois for himself.] Your meal in a glass, madam.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Thank you, sir. [She watches the cascade for a moment before she takes a drink and chews it thoroughly.] How was your day?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Ten drinks straight from the bottle.] It was peaceful, all things considered except for the mun slipping in the dining hall and running into a door. I went into town, stopped by one of the newer shops. Lovely place, that--it was sunny for the only time all day when I was there.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

That's nice. Mass was...confusing. But I had a wonderful chat with Mr. Phale, so that was nice.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

And is your beer nice? And your boyfriend? And the weather? [He grins at her, beginning to toy with the round label on the front of the bottle.] How was Mass confusing?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

All the small talk is just fine. [She smiles] It was confusing mostly because I wasn't paying attention, I think. I need to talk to Geoff. Really talk. About that day.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Nails go under the edges of the label. He looks her in the eye.] About...Friday?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She nods as she sips her bread beer] Yes. I was so angry at him, and I'm not really happy with myself for what I did. I need to tell him I'm sorry. And I have to know what happened. I think...if I talk to himm alone, maybe I can find out.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He physically winces, just a little.] If there's anyone he'll tell, it's you. But CJ...are you sure you really want to know? This screams trouble.

...Wait, why am I the one advocating for denial of the truth? [He pauses and sips some beer.]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I have to know, Ten. I have to know why he acted like that...and I have to know who beat him. I can't let thins go. He's...family.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Ten blushes slightly and nods. The label's now starting to peel off.] Aye, that he is. Maybe I should have spent the day fixing up bedrooms instead.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She smiles] Shane needs her own room. A plce she can call home no matter what. Would you mind?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He smiles widely at the idea.] Of course not. She deserves to have a space. Though I have no idea what to put in it...

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

A bed. Maybe a couple tables and chairs. It doesn't have to be big...just her own. [SHe tips her glass back again, mumbling into it.] And maybe a couple others would be good too..for Jack and Marty and Adam and the rest..

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

You make it sound like a collection. [He flicks a nail under the label and peels a bit more.] Maybe we should just start a free love commune and live in treehouses. Did I ever tell you I spent some time in one of those?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

That might actually be fun. Free love...treehouses...it'd be like Berkeley. [She laughs lightly befre she drinks.] No, yuo never told me.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He takes a long gulp.] That was Eight me. He did a lot of random shite like that. Don't know who I thought I was, really. Maybe Lord Byron, Casanova without the sex. [Another sip.] You want to hear about it?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

If you'd like to tell me. [She leans forward, one hand creeping across the table toward him.]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He takes her hand, stroking her wrist lightly with his thumb.] It was 1967, and everything in this country was about to go to hell...and I pop in, in the TARDIS, for no apparent reason other than that I Felt Like It. Of course, the TARDIS tends to gravitate towards distortions in time, and she had picked this place out because one of the people on the commune was a time traveller too. She was going to prevent the Kennedy assassination, turns out. [A long swig of beer.] It's awful when someone has to die in order for time to flow properly.

So here I was, dressed...you wouldn't believe how I was dressed, love, like your Byronic hero...popping down in the woods near Tamalpais.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She leans her hand on her chin, smiling softly at him.] You tell the best stories. Go on.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He blushes at her words.] Well, since this was 1967 in the Bay Area, no one really noticed that I was dressed strangely. Instead, since I was willing to plow a field and sort lentils to remove...let's just say...extra protein, they took me on. And eventually, since I've always been a sneaky bastard, I eventually found out that the bloody gorgeous blonde of the group was a Time Agent, sent to make the next year 'habitable' for the vacationing nouvelle riche of the 50th century. Suffice it to say, they didn't give a rat's ass about what that would do to American history.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Unbelievable. [She sips her Guinness, watching him] They got you to sort lentils? Devious hippies.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Oh, I completely volunteered. Needed a break, anyway. So there I am, and being me, I couldn't leave well enough alone. It took a lot of skill and cunning, and way too many days worth of cleaning legumes to talk her into seeing me without jumping into bed first, I assure you, but one night she met me in the hayloft when she'd told everyone she was going to a NOW meeting. And I revealed my identity--at first she didn't believe me, but then...

I had to whack her upside the head with the flat end of a manure shovel to stop her from ripping my lungs out.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Really? That's...wow. You hit her with a shovel?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

It was there, love. And the sonic screwdriver didn't really go well with tiedyed hemp trousers, I assure you.

So I dragged her off to the TARDIS, stuck her in the shower, clothes still on--we all bloody REEKED--and dropped her back in her own time. She was probably disgraced. No one would believe her story, as Time Lords are fairy tales to most. And the Time Agency thought that I was probably a fluke dogooder patrolling the 1960s as my beat, so they didn't send anyone to replace her. Which was good, because otherwise Bobby Kennedy would have been president and the whole timeline would have been shafted. Rift in the continuum--Vietnam War's never been successfully headed off at the pass, love, it's linked to far, far too much.

The trade off of millions of innocents in one time period, versus eventual billions if spacetime had been ripped... [He takes a very long drink.] All comes down to a manure shovel.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She drinks deeply, listening to him.] Ten, do people really run around time trying to change things?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[Ten sets the bottle down and returns to removing the label, eyes focused on it.] Most of the time, aye. That's the problem with time travel. It's too tempting for most beings to handle it.

Wouldn't you try to change something? If you witnessed, say, a car accident, and you could stop it, wouldn't you? But what if the car accident involved a potential dictator...if you hadn't studied the period, you wouldn't know.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I don't know. It seems...presumptuous. To fuck around with time...it's like messing with God. [She doesn't look at him as she swallows the dregs.]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[quietly] The Time Lords were the ones who were supposed to keep it neutral. But they got complacent. Let small things slide...so I started out. And eventually, it became all I knew how to do.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Did you like doing it, Ten? Do you miss it?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He looks up, eyes meeting hers over the bottle.] Some days I loved it, some I hated it. Always it was the only thing TO do.

And every day I miss the call of the proverbial road. But I have a home now. People waiting for me. That's what I need right now.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Her eyes soft, her heart swells to the point of breaking. She can barely find her voice.]

I love you, Ten.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He smiles slowly at her and squeezes her hand. The smile isn't triumphant, like his usually are. It's merely sweet, as if almost disbelieving that this could be his life.] I know. I love you, too.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[She looks down into her glass] I'm out. What time is it?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He looks at his watch. It seems strange to have one on his wrist.] Five after nine. Did you want to get going?

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

Not just yet. Curfew isn't until ten, and I kind of want to slip in without any students around. Would you get me another beer? Something lighter?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Your wish is my command. [He gets up and acquires two bottles of Stella, handing her one before sipping from the other.]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

You know, I need to spend this week getting the party together. Will you help me with flyers around town? [Her eyes dart to the bar, and then she slowly wraps her lips around the bottle and drinks long and slow, her head tipped back, and her neck stretched out.]

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He watches her, catching every move of the performance, and smiles slyly before drinking from his own beer.] Certainly, love. Salt the earth with dead tree pulp.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

It's not like that. I just want a good turn out. I want everyone to come to my birthday party, is that so wrong?

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

[He takes another sip.] Not what I meant. You deserve a brilliant party, love.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

I don't know about deserve...but I've paid for it. [She lauhgs lightly.] We're going to have fun.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

We best do. [A slow smile as he begins to peel the second label.] Maybe I'll get out my sword for the occasion.

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[Smiling, she brings the bottle to her lips again.] That would be...brilliant.

[ten-and-chips.livejournal.com]

Well, only for your birthday, CJ...a special occasion.

[pubkeeper.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Who the bloody hell put Johnny Cash on my juke box? Grrr.]

[prof-cregg.livejournal.com]

[[Would it help if it's Cash's version of Personal Jesus? *is a helper*]]