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Post by bunnie on Jan 8, 2013 21:16:28 GMT -5
Bars on Sunday afternoon are generally filled with older men who either don't attend church and aren't married, don't attend church but have wives that do, or older men who are divorced or widowed or drink out of habit. Occasionally they have a woman. This bar was populated by mostly men and a few middle aged women. And one very young one.
A Shiner in one hand and a double of whiskey in the other, Cadence was perched at the bar watching the game with no particular interest. She liked this bar, everyone was personable generally and she wasn't being hit on by a drunk man every ten minutes. At least the men here were sober when they did it, and they made good conversation.
As she mindlessly stared at the TV screen she contemplated what to do about her friend. The idiot had gotten herself arrested, again, and Cadence had picked her up the next morning, again. What was she going to do with that woman? She must have picked her up from jail three dozen times by now. Would the woman never learn? Well, at least the game was good. Cadence wasn't much for football but she recognized a good game when she saw one. She was enjoying being at the bar by herself until someone sat next to her.
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Post by ireed on Jan 8, 2013 23:33:40 GMT -5
•Isreal Reed• "Of course I am fucking miserable, I am sitting at a god damn hole-in-the-wall bar on a afternoon. I should be in Palm Springs relaxing, enjoing a vacation. This is not a buisness trip, it's fucking hell. So do me a favor and get me a fucking meeting with him or I am going to get back on a plane. I make way too much money for this. FUCK!"
- Isreal pressed the 'end' button and yelled at his phone as he kind of slammed it on the bar infront of him. He let out a sigh as he looked around for the bartender. -
•Isreal Reed• "Can I get a drink or something... rum, whiskey... fuck anything with alcohol."
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Post by bunnie on Jan 9, 2013 0:14:33 GMT -5
Cadence eyed the stranger who slammed his phone down on the bar. Someone was not having a good day from the look, and sound, of it. Well, that was easy enough to help with. She slid her drink over in front of him, giving him a genuine smile.
"I let the bartender go out back to have a cigarette. Why don't you drink this until he gets back, you look like you could use it. It's whiskey, by the way."
She took a swig of her beer and cocked an eyebrow at him. "Rough morning?"
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Post by ireed on Jan 9, 2013 0:30:44 GMT -5
- Mr. Reed was not one to be kosher when his temper was flaring by he help back as he turned down the offer. -
•Isreal Reed• "If I wanted to drink after a stranger I'd just go down to the salvation army and... I think I will pass. Rough doesn't even being to describe it. "
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Post by bunnie on Jan 9, 2013 0:50:05 GMT -5
"Not to be curt but I haven't touched it yet, otherwise I wouldn't have offered it to you. You may be having a bad day but I was just trying to make it slightly better by offering you something with a decent amount of alcohol in it to help you relieve a little tension. However, I understand you not wanting to take a drink from a stranger. The bartender is coming back anyways."
And, true to her words, the bartender rounded the end of the bar right as she finished his introduction. He looked much more relaxed than when she'd gotten here earlier, apparently that cigarette was just what he needed. The game on the TV caught her attention again as she slid her drink back over to herself from where she'd left it for the other man. This was her second round so far and she always got the same thing on Sunday's: a Shiner and a double whiskey with no ice. You wouldn't be able to tell at first glance, but the place was actually really nice. Pool in the back, old school jukebox in the corner, there was always a game of some sort on one or more of the TVs, and during the week there were usually a good amount of people here. Cadence laughed a little to herself, welcome to Sunday's.
"Being a stranger, I would ask what happened to make your day so terrible. However, being a stranger I would also expect a rough, sharp-edged reply. However, I heard a little bit of what you said before you sat down and, from the way you are dressed and the words you used, you make way too much money to have to deal with it. I am assuming that the utter stupidity and idiocy of others is beginning to take it's toll, but hey I'm just guessing."
Cocking an eyebrow she took another swig of her beer, hoping he would be more conversational after a drink or two. He was the only one in here close to her age, and she was just trying to make conversation. Although now she thought it may come across as prying. Just what she needed, strangers who didn't like her. Lovely.
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Post by ireed on Jan 9, 2013 1:05:42 GMT -5
- He was dressed in one of his finer suits for which he was expecting to wear to a meeting he has yet has confirmed. He was an unorthodox businessman, as he did things more on a whim. He believed the less time people had to react the more likely they were to make rash choices, which in return led to better business for him.
He gave a look to the bartender which the bartender understood meant he wanted a drink. "Can I help you?", the bartender asked. -
•Isreal Reed• "I would order a manhatten, but not sure if you would even known how to make one. So let's keep this simple shall we. I want a Corona and a shot of Crown."
- The bartender took the order and quickly got the drinks and placed them infront of Isreal and walked away mummering 'dick' under his breathe. -
•Isreal Reed• "Jesus, think I could have gotten a full shot. Anyways,sweetheart I make enough money to own five of these bars over. However I am not here to sight see. I am here to meet with a company over a big deal. But the assholes are playing a bad game of cat and mouse."
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Post by bunnie on Jan 9, 2013 17:14:28 GMT -5
Cadence had gone for classy but simple this morning with black leggings, a dark red tunic top that accentuated her curves just right, a black leather jacket for the chill outside, and black boots. Her long wavy blonde hair was pulled back into a messy half ponytail with a few loose strands framing her face. Her minimal make-up was the perfect touch to what she considered an already brilliant outfit. And unlike most women, the entire process form hair to make-up to clothes took maybe fifteen minutes. Golden.
And then she came to a bar. With another swig of her beer, Cadence followed it with a sip from the glass of whiskey. "The assholes are playing cat and mouse, or are you trying to get a meeting at the last minute?" Cadence liked to think she played her cards well for the most part. Aside form the occasional slip up like this morning, she was pretty good at playing all of her cards right. She smiled at him, nothing about her suggested she was trying to be mean or rude, just conversational. If there was one thing Cadence understood the most it was that it was not her place to judge others. unless it directly affected her, then she occasionally made judgements.
"You know, the guy could probably make you a manhatten. Even if he's never made one before, he can find out how pretty damn quick if you asked for it. It is, after all, his job."
Noticing that her beer was low she signaled for another, which the bartender was nice enough to let her open. Just like he'd been allowing for the past two weeks she'd been coming here. "You sure you should have anymore?" the bartender asked her.
Few things made Cadence irritated more easily than someone questioning how much she'd had to drink. And when this happened, she tended to be overly sweet with a fake smile. "Well let's see. This will be my third beer, and I'm also on my second double of Makers Mark. Considering that my usual 'safe to drive but a little tipsy" limit is significantly higher, I think I'm fine. I'll know when it's time to stop sweetie." The bartender, looking rightfully chastened, walked away and left Cadence to finish her double.
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