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The Irish Pub
Hannah was walking past the pub, when she paused in thought for a moment, considering its doors. She had a lot of time before the night show and she sort of felt like the company of a loud crowd without her identity being known. She gave a small nod to herself and pushed through the front doors. After giving a nod in greeting to the bartender, she went off to a table by a window in the corner and sat down.
Asher strolled into town on his horse, taking it slow and easy. He spotted a near by pub and decided he needed a drink, a strong one. He slipped off his horse, wincing at the pain that resonated through the left half of his body. He tied his horse up, taking his bag and sauntered inside, head down in exhaustion. He reached the bar and just managed to hop up onto a stool, taking his hat off like it was a chore just to move. "Double whiskey with a shot of vodka." He mumbled curtly to the bartender who just nodded and complied. That last job had one hell of a kick to it, but it meant he didn't have to track the rest of the low life's down. Two birds with one stone as it were. He sighed deeply and bowed his head as he leaned against the bar, trying to relax as he waited for his drink.
As she took a sip of wine, Hannah figured she should eat something as well. She was sure that she won't have time until late that night to even come near food. Rising from her seat, she sashayed her way towards the bar. Then, in a sudden decision, Hannah hopped up onto an empty stool next to a man at the bar.
Asher grumbled a thanks of appreciation as he was given his drink. He snatched the glass up and downed it in one, the burn a delicious comfort. "Another." He grunted to the barman, sighing as he leaned against the bar heavily, feeling the throbbing down his body slowly but surely dim as the alcohol slithered to work. He clicked a waitress over and asked for some meat and bread pronto in need of something to soak up the rest of the alcohol. A bounty hunter didn't sleep much and he didn't intend to start now. He had another catch that needed hog tying and brought back for the authorities to cook under the harsh laws of the land. He glanced over at the girl that popped a seat next to him before returning to the second drink that was shoved his way.
Raising a brow at the man who was downing his drink as if deprived of water, Hannah couldn't help but ask, "Been out in the desert or something?"
Asher slammed his glass down with a deep sigh of relief. It took him a moment to compose himself. He wasn't one to wave away a lovely lady such as the one next to him, but today she had caught him on a particularly rough day. "You could say that." He told her, signalling for another drink as his food was brought to him. "Thanks." He told the waitress. "So what's a girl like you doing in a bar like this?" He asked, munching on some bread.
"Wasting time," Hannah answered with a smile, taking her own glass and taking a drink.
Asher nodded nonchalantly as he cut into his meat, now deciding to sip on his drink instead of downing it. "Waste it somewhere else." He suggested. "You don't want to be wasting it here, this place isn't worthy." He told her. "I'd suggest somewhere more appropriate." He murmured, taking a chunk out of his bread. "This crowd isn't going to be forgiving to a women." He told her, wrinkling his nose at the meat. It tasted dry and tasteless.
She gave a small laugh and shook her head. "More appropriate? I'm a performer, a dance girl. I know how a crowd won't be forgiving to a woman, but I find that this environment is absolutely perfect," she replied.
Ji Mei ^_^ wrote: "She gave a small laugh and shook her head. "More appropriate? I'm a performer, a dance girl. I know how a crowd won't be forgiving to a woman, but I find that this environment is absolutely perfect..."Asher narrowed his gaze as he glanced at her as if she was one sandwich short of a picnic. She obviously hadn't met the crowd he'd witness time and time again. He shook his head. "This isn't a stage, nor is this that kind of crowd madam. This crowd is a lot worse. But be my guest and make your own mistakes, just don't say I didn't warn you." He told her, downing the rest of his drink before he carried on eating. If she hadn't noticed by now the black hungry animalistic stares burning her way then she may just end up eating her words, but it's not like he was going to let her.
Nodding as she listened to him, Hannah begged to differ, but she kept her mouth shut. Resting her elbow on the bar and putting her chin in the palm of her hand, she looked at him curiously. "I'll take that warning into consideration, Mister...," she paused, frowning slightly, "what is your name?"
Asher broken his bread in half and started shredding some meet onto it, hoping to make a quick meal out of both. He downed some more whiskey and glanced over at her, realising she probably wouldn't listen to his warning.he shook his head and sighed. "The names Hornby, Asher Hornby." He told her. "May I ask what your name is?" He wondered, placing the other half of bread over the meat before biting into it like a sandwich. He wondered where she came from considering her interesting get up.
"On the average day, usually my name is Sylvi Snow. For more rare occasions, my name is Hannah Fairburn," she replied with a small smile, taking a delicate sip from her glass.
Glancing up at the clock, Hannah's eyes widened and she flashed him an apologetic smile. "It seems, Mr. Hornby, we'll have to cut this conversation short. I hope you have a good evening," she told him as she rose to her seat. Giving him one last wave goodbye, she sashayed through the tables and out into the street.*END OF SCENE*
Stepping through the doorway, Reggie automatically looked around for open seats. He moved so his companion could come in through after him. "Any preference in seating?" he asked, gesturing towards the space.
Bastian looked around and shrugged. "You pick, I've never been here before, so I wouldn't know where to go."
Reggie looked shock and shook his head in mock despair. "My good man, how did you live thus far in Boston? This pub here is as much part of the city than anything else." He began to weave his way through the tables, picking a more discreet corner of the pub and taking a seat.
Bastian smiled at the mans shock and followed. He seated himself at the table and looked around. It was warm, and inviting, he could see why it was a popular establishment. He wondered if, in his undead state, he could actually become inebriated.
"So, what's your poison?" Reggie asked, leaning forward, resting his tattooed forearms on the table.
Bastian thought for a moment, he remembered in his Oxford days he had always enjoyed a pint or two with his friends, and the Irish made delightful beer. "I think I'll have a good stout beer."
"Good choice, Bastian." He gave a nod and rose from his seat, using the man's first name since he thought it would feel odd in such a friendly environment. Then he made his way to the bar to make their orders.
Bastian nodded, he agreed with his use of his first name, it was acceptable in this establishment. He sat back and waited for his drink.
After he gave the bartender a few coins as tip, Reggie took their two glasses and made his way back to his seat. He placed a glass in front of Bastian, then sat down. "The stout beer here is one of the finest, I believe."
Bastian took a drink from his mug and smiled. "It's quite good, reminds me of my Oxford days when the boys and I would go to the pub." He smiled, lips closed, and set his mug down.
Taking a good swig, Reggie set his glass down. "How long ago was the good ol' days for you? You're about, ah, year or two older than me right?"
"Just about I would guess, and I graduated from Oxford about three or four years ago." Bastian took another sip from his mug.
Nodding, Reggie looked down at the golden liquid in his glass. "What is school like? Or a university?" he asked after a pause, glancing up briefly before returning his gaze to his glass.
"It's work, but rewarding work. It's a community of people are learning together." He leaned back in his chair, relaxing.
Reggie nodded as he listened, remembering how his brother Eddie would fantasize about going to a university and, of course, how they would go together. It make him angry at himself, just going along with life and continuing as a factory worker and never pursuing anything else. He took another gulp of his drink. "Must be worth it since an education gets you farther in life."
"That it does, and you meet some very interesting people there." He sagged slightly thinking of his fiancé, but the say back up.
He gave a chuckle, giving a half shrug. "There are some interesting people in the factories, if you ask me. And plenty of strange things going on."
"I'd believe it, there are interesting people in all areas of life." He chuckled, thinking of the reporter he had become friends with sense coming to Boston.
((Ah, Marcie! I wish I can rp her.))"Did you have any adventures at Oxford? The impression I get of the place is that it's all stuffy professors and students slaving away, but I'm sure that isn't accurate," he said.
((Me too, she was fun :) ))Bastian chuckled. "Not at all, let's see, some of the adventures I had." He thought for a moment. "Well, one would have to be how I met Lilly. I was walking and reading by the edge of a pond one evening and here she comes over the hill on a steam powered pair of skates. I didn't see her coming until the last moment and we crashed right into each other almost falling into the pond."
Laughing at the image, Reggie raised a brow at Bastian. "I hoped you asked this Lilly out on a date. She seems like a curious one."
Bastian smiled softly. "I did, we walked together by the pond until late in the night and I asked her if she'd like to have dinner together the next evening. She had a strange schedule, all of her classes were at night." He smiled at the memory.
"Strange schedule indeed. You think that the woman would tuckered out," Reggie commented, taking a sip from his glass as he leaned his chair back. "Was she pretty?"
"She was very pretty, and smart, and funny. She was everything I could've wanted in a girl." He smiled warmly at the memory of her.
Leaning forward with interest, the chair's legs came to the ground with a clatter. "Everything? Really? What did you do about her?" Reggie asked, curious, slightly amused at how a distant, almost dreamy look came into Bastian's eyes.
"Well, I asked her to marry me." Bastian straightened his collar. "And she accepted." He smiled, but then his face fell.
Surprised, he looked at Bastian's face about to say congratulations or some such thing when he noticed his mood change. Running a hand across his stubbly chin, Reggie felt hesitant to push the subject further, especially since he was practically a stranger. "Must have took some courage," he said eventually.
"It did, but I was glad I had done it. We would have gotten married if it hadn't been for, the incident." He unconsciously rubbed his neck were the bite marks were, hardly noticing he might be revealing to much.
"Incident? Um, what happened? Did she run off or something?" His curiosity brought out the pressing questions, watching Bastian with interest. Perhaps he found someone who had as much tragedy as himself.
Bastian realised his mistake, but didn't know how to reverse it, he also didn't particularly want to. He felt the need to tell someone, anyone, but what could he say? "Well, you see, she had to leave." He said, not knowing how to start.
Reggie gave a wave of his hand. "Don't let me press you further than you want to go," he said, smiling apologetically. "You're your own man and don't let a stranger like me bother you."
Bastian smiled gratefully. "Thank you Reggie, I can call you Reggie right?" He raised a brow.
"It would be strange if you called me anything else," he replied with a grin. "I've always been Reggie to everyone else but my grandparents."
"Well thank you Reggie." Bastian nodded his head in a movement of thanks and took a long pull from his beer.
"There's no need to thank me. I didn't do anything except ask questions that were too personal." He gave a shrug and sipped his drink.
As I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said "Stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya"
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money yeah and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she loved me no never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' my Molly with me, but I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Now some men like a fishin', but some men like the fowlin'
Some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roarin'
But me, I like sleepin', 'specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Whiskey in the jar-o
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, hey
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ya
...all the way down to the docks.
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