Malachy Walked into joker's bar. his mind a buzz with so many emotions. He had cooled down from earlier and now his rage had turned into a bit of a depression. And he decided to deal with it using the power of alcohol.
He walked up the the bar claimed a stool and asked for something strong. As he waited he took off his silver ring that looked like a serpent and began spinning it on the counter. he doubted that Sning enjoyed this treatment, but he just needed to keep his hands busy.
"Harvey" as always, was at his post behind the bar, in the middle of flipping some meat in the middle of cooking. It helped with the aesthetic, doing some of the kitchen work in plain view. After all, the Bar was largely part restaurant as well, even if they were limited to a number of sandwiches and other simple meals. Still. It was a position with easy access to his stock, and the customers. When Malachy entered, "Harvey" gave the customary 'grin-and-wave' while wiping his hands clean. As for the 'something strong', he had just the thing.
Harvey poured out and into a glass a finger of Balastbeet Bourbon, smooth going down with an explosion of flavor when the aftertaste kicked in. It was poured with a flourish, and set infront of the man spinning his ring, eyes upturned and bright as they tended to be. It did not take an expert to see the chap was...down. Between the Society and running a bar, he was becoming a master of reading a person's feelings, if slowly. So, true to character, he grabbed a dirtied glass and began cleaning it, leaning against the bar, eyes on Malachy.
Malachy fished out the coins when his drink arrived and placed them on the counter. He let out a depressed sigh and the ring, either because it was tired of being spun or it sensed the Malachy was about to stop the act anyway, slithered back onto his finger. He took a drink of the smooth drink. and began feeling its warm welcoming sensations almost immediately, it didn't taste that horrible either. He looked up at the barkeep and shrugged. "My thoughts?" He let out this smallest grunt of a laugh. "Well i'm coming to the conclusion that those I thought I could trust are becoming my enemies all because of one little accident that happened all because i chose to live rather than die." He said solemnly
Once upon a time, Tobias would have had free reign to just kill this man outright for being a moping, wasteful sack of flesh and promptly use his organs to build some sort of magically-fueled abomination to serve him as some sort of chore-monkey. He absolutely and utterly loathed these pity-seeking sorts...but that was Tobias. He was Harvey now. And as far as he'd designed, Harvey lent a shoulder to cry on and a beer to anyone who needed it.
One of these days he'd have to go for the stage. One of these days.
In the meantime, however, he simply gave a sympathetic smile, and began polishing one of the endless supply of glasses that always needed polishing. It was a barkeep thing.
"Well mate, seems t'me that they're th'sort y'should leave behind if y'don't mind my sayin' so. Bartender Protocol: help y'deal with yer problems so long as y'keep drinkin'. Anyway, don' regret livin' mate. Y'only get one life to live. Make th'most of it."
Teagan Offline: This board is full of nostalgia.
Aug 22, 2020 8:39:09 GMT -5
Missing the old MH: gotta say missing when MH and all that was around.
Nov 6, 2019 0:02:30 GMT -5
Willow_lazy: why tf are there 400 posts about adidas
Sept 6, 2018 17:35:57 GMT -5
Azrael: I'm not hard to find, since I'm the only one there who goes by "Azzy", I'm pretty sure. XD
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:41 GMT -5
Azrael: Dunno if anyone still pops by here from time to time, but if any of you mofos do and still feel like gettin' yo nerd on, I've been hanging around this here place a bunch recently: www.roleplayerguild.com/
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:10 GMT -5
Azrael: hold onto your pantaloons
Jul 25, 2016 5:16:43 GMT -5