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Post by Wes Uccello on Dec 18, 2010 0:19:57 GMT -8
Time: Day 2, Evening Weather: Raining Warnings: None. Characters: Wes, Todd [OPEN]
This had turned out to be quite a day. He hadn't expected much from it - a dull day, plans dampened by the rain - but it had ended up as a bit of an ordeal. By the time he was home, he was tired, but doubted he could sleep. it wasn't that late, the raptors were still uneasy, and he just didn't want to hang around. So what would he do?
He mulled around a bit, feeding the cats and making some calls, before deciding to head back out. No random wandering this time; he didn't want to seem so erratic, so shaken. The person, the eyes, they might be lured out if he just tried to continue as normal. Of course, this wasn't quite normal. Going out into town wasn't normal for him. Regardless, he decided to go check out that little bar he'd driven past.
It had looked like the kind of place he wouldn't mind going to. A bar that small couldn't hold too many people, and he couldn't imagine it being too busy in the rain. Upon arrival, he was pleased to see that the parking lot was, in fact, not very full. After a quick check to make sure that no one was following him by car, he made his way up to the door.
Despite his intentions to saunter in like he owned the place, he entered still looking a bit worried and sulky. The place, he noted, had a rowdy feel and was a bit dark, with almost more places to play than to eat. Seating himself at the bar, he ordered a beer and some tacos from the hat-wearing bartender and stared at the elaborate dart setup behind his seat.
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Post by Todd Thorne on Dec 18, 2010 13:41:40 GMT -8
Todd was eating some nachos and watching the game when he saw a stranger come and seat a couple seats from him at the bar. He had originally planned to watch the game at home but he had a mad craving for some nachos. Luckily SWERY 65 was one of the few establishments open during the rain and they even served a delicious plate of nachos! So here he was...
Todd looked the stranger over, he was pretty cool looking with a rad jacket and wicked looking scars. Todd wondered if he was just passing through or was a Greenvale resident. His curiosity got the better of him so he moved to a closer seat and spoke to the man.
"Hey man, how's it going? You here to watch the game too?"
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Post by Wes Uccello on Dec 18, 2010 21:10:10 GMT -8
Wes leaned away a bit as the blonde stranger moved closer to him. Had he really been making himself approachable? He had trying been to give off the opposite vibe, and looked over the man as if he were a pest.
The game? Wes wasn't aware that there had been a big game coming up. Or what sport this guy was even talking about. And he didn't particularly care.
"What, do I know you?" he asked, sneering. He knew that he didn't, of course, but hoped that the stranger might get the hint.
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Post by Todd Thorne on Dec 18, 2010 21:16:49 GMT -8
Todd just grinned at the stranger's sneer he's had worse thrown at him daily from Emily. If anything it made him more determined to get to know the guy a little better. "No you don't, stranger! My name is Thorne, Todd Thone." Todd put out his hand and asked, "What's yours?"
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Post by Wes Uccello on Dec 18, 2010 22:09:42 GMT -8
This guy was... friendly. Fiercely friendly. Or maybe just stupid. Either way, Wes wasn't happy with it.
He looked almost directly at the stranger - not in the eyes, but maybe at his mouth - and addressed him very plainly.
"Piss off."
Clearly, this was a man with no intentions to make friends here. He was here for... what was he here for, anyway?
A beer, he guessed.
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Post by Todd Thorne on Dec 18, 2010 22:54:14 GMT -8
((poor, poor Wes he is not going away))
Todd put down his hand but didn't back away. This guy was a challenge and Todd loved a challenge! He could really see them becoming great friends!
"You know that's what my friend Em says to me a lot" He paused tapped his cheek and seemed lost in thought but continued, "But now that I think of it it's a common her response since I've usually just made a joke about her abysmal cooking."
"You see Em is the worst cook I've ever seen... but God love her it doesn't stop her from trying to improve. That's what I like best about Em...she doesn't give up! Even when it's obvious her ever being a culinary wiz was a lost cause for her 50 burnt chocolate chip cookie batches ago."
Todd held up a finger and gave a wink,"Now don't tell her I said that! I have a reputation to uphold you know."
With another wide smile Todd continued. "Since you won't tell me your name I'll have to think of what to call you...hmm you look like a Bob."
Before the poor guy could say anything about his new name Todd continued with his rapid fired questions, "So Bob, been in Greenvale long? I haven't seen you around! Oh Where did you get that jacket, it's awesome by the way I would love to get one myself! What are you drinking can I buy you another?"
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Post by Wes Uccello on Dec 18, 2010 23:44:56 GMT -8
Wes listened to the stranger's ramble looking dumbfounded. Friendly and stupid sounded about right. This guy did not know him at all and was going into a rant about some girl's cooking. He wondered how many drink this 'Todd" already had.
"Of course, wouldn't want to tarnish your sterling reputation," he remarked in a deadpan voice. He had no idea what the man's reputation really was, but assumed it couldn't actually be very good.
As Todd carried on with his question assault, the bartender brought Wes' order. He had a sip of his beer before tackling the conversation.
"Bob? Creative," he said, rolling his eyes before answering the questions in equally rapid fire. "I'm not much of a socialite. I had the jacket before I moved here. Why is it that everyone in this town wants to pay for my food?!"
He bared his teeth, running his tongue along the front.
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Post by Todd Thorne on Dec 19, 2010 0:31:07 GMT -8
He's talking! Todd considered the strangers curt and shot answers a big success!
He flashed the guy another dazzling white smile and continued on with the conversation. Despite the guy's death glare Todd was not intimated in the least and took a seat on the bar stool right next to the stranger.
"I'm not the first to offer to buy you a drink eh Bob? Well I'm not surprised, that's small town life for ya! Here in Greenvale, it's customary for new friends to buy a round and you sir looked you needed another!"
"So where are you from? Why did you come to Greenvale?" Todd continued with the 20 questions. It didn't matter that the guy was giving him a look to kill or that Todd was basically caring this conversation with by himself. He loved meeting new people and he found this surly stranger very interesting.
"I was born here myself in 1978 and I hope to be Sheriff someday just like George Woodman. Have you seen him?" Todd laughed, "Stupid question how could you not? The man is huge he sticks out where ever he goes!"
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Post by Wes Uccello on Dec 19, 2010 1:46:44 GMT -8
This guy apparently couldn't take a hint. Wes was putting out all the "stay away from me" signals he could, and this guy just moved himself closer. The response was a pointed shift down another seat, and he pulled his food and drink along with him.
"Friends? How many have you already had?" He rolled his eyes. "I didn't ask to exchange life stories. I told you to piss off. Idiot." His tone and expression were not contrary to his words.
He looked away and took another, longer sip of his drink.
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Post by Todd Thorne on Dec 19, 2010 13:58:23 GMT -8
Todd smiled and moved another seat over. This guy was so fascinating! He reminded him of Luke from City Lights, Logan's crime informant who was secretly the long lost son of the big crime boss the department was trying to take down. A man of few words and sharp glares... yeah he was Luke alright.
"Ah come on, what's your problem with a little friendly conversation. Not like there's much going on in here at the moment!" Todd twirled in his stool and then cocked his head towards the dart board. "Hey how's your aim, Bob?"
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Post by Wes Uccello on Dec 19, 2010 21:16:20 GMT -8
Unaware of the ignorantly accurate comparisons the other man was drawing, Wes continued watching Todd's actions, expression somewhere between dumbfounded and just plain angry. He had no fun comparisons to draw, only the ever-solidifying judgment that this was one of the most annoying people he'd ever met.
"I've dealt with enough today," he barked, holding up his bandaged wrist in hopes that it would demonstrate and help the blond man get the point. "My patience is running pretty thin."
He ran his fingers through his hair and rubbed his scalp, debating moving over again before coming to the conclusion that he'd probably just be followed. Again.
"Good enough to take your eye out."
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Post by Todd Thorne on Dec 20, 2010 23:27:56 GMT -8
Todd eyed the man's wrist. "That injury looks like quite a doozy! I say you definitely had a rough day then eh? All the more reason for me to get you that beer."
Before the stranger could protest again, Todd signaled the bartender and asked him to get his friend "Bob" another round. Once the order was complete and turned and gave another dazzling smile. "I'm quite a good shot myself, you have to be in my line of work..." Todd trailed off a bit lost in thought until his eyes fell on the row of dart targets behind them.
"Say have you had a chance to try the Darts game here? Rumor has it if you beat the owner's high score you can get a pretty cool prize! What do you say me and you take a crack at it?"
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Post by Wes Uccello on Dec 21, 2010 21:57:11 GMT -8
Apparently not even threats would deter this idiot. Wes couldn't figure out if he wasn't intimidated because he felt like he was in a position of power, or because he was stupid. Most likely the latter.
Before anything could be done about it, the guy had ordered another beer for him. He did not want that beer. Accepting anything would mean defeat. So he made an excuse; "No. I'm on meds and driving home. Go ahead and drink it yourself, and maybe a couple more so that you can end up in a ditch on the side of the road."
Todd mentioned that he had to be a good shot in his line of work, and Wes went through the implications of this in his head. For one, the fact that this guy had any job with guns worried him. He thought about the different professions he knew involving guns; professional hunter, hitman, cop, gun instructor? None of those sounded right to him, but he didn't dare press further, for fear of the other man taking it as him warming up to conversation.
Now being invited into a game of darts, Wes sighed. "I just showed you. I'm not throwing any darts with this wrist, and I am right-handed."
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Post by Todd Thorne on Dec 21, 2010 22:16:35 GMT -8
Todd looked at the beer it was a shame his new friend couldn't drink it."I guess I'll have another but this will have to be it it for me my boss would whop my ass if I was involved in a drunk related accident."
More like he would make me wish I was never born and then run me out of town. The man has no tolerance for any sort drunkeness for some reason...he must be a hoot at parties.
When Bob declined a game of darts due to his wrist Todd was disappointed but was happy just talking with the guy. There was just something about him Todd found fascinating, he looked like he could do anything...
"Aww that's too bad about darts, maybe next time then! So tell me what sort of work are you into?"
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Post by Wes Uccello on Dec 24, 2010 0:17:21 GMT -8
Wes continued to try and figure out what this guy's profession was. Based on the boss comment, cop was sounding most likely... scary. He made a mental note to hold off on calling the police for as long as he could.
"Too bad," he commented in response to Todd saying he wouldn't drink any more, before then took a bite of his meal. He really did want to see the guy end up in a drunken brawl, or at least take comfort in the knowledge that there would be a horrible hangover later.
Feeling satisfied that he'd deflected both the game of darts and the drink, he actually went ahead and answered the question, honestly but still kind of trying to scare the guy off.
"I study horrible diseases."
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