Post by Teddy Swick on Jul 8, 2014 1:33:25 GMT -8
Xavier Darnai: "Most've what's left've Redcastle's less than pleased with the fact that I went off grid'n how. Zed wasn't exactly pleased to see me again after." With one final hit off the cigarette, he snuffed it out in the tray and left it there, shaking his head slowly. "Can't say I blame the man. Feels they had the wool pulled."
Irish McKearney: ::The pub was at the end of a long road that was off towards the end of a long road that was off towards the end of the main road. Looked like an old farmhouse that might've been a pub at some point. And despite lights being on, it looked closed. Still, there were people inside:: Ye don' fokkin' say? ::Drag, sip:: Wonder wha' tha' is like. ::But, all sardonicism aside:: Why Boston? Excellent seafood aside, I mean.
Xavier Darnai: "The Petranovics." Old school facilitators. "Able to handle a lot've my current business through their diner there. Especially with things in the Eastern Bloc still so well and truly shafted."
mil alainn: Moving around behind the bar she was pulling out some bar towels and a roll of paper towels. Bumping Irish aside so she could get to the windex. Now off to clean the windows she went! -d
Irish McKearney: Thank ye, darlin'...::About the beer and bottle set out for them:: Might be a good idea te switch te a lager after this glass, actually. ::And also he really fancied a lager:: Ye'd have te fill me in on tha'. I have been in seclusion fer th' past few months, and...so on 'n' so forth.
Xavier Darnai: He looked to the six pack a moment, raising a brow. "I cannot recall the last time I've had a pint." It was a safe bet that no one alive had ever seen Xavier drink one. Nodding, he looked back up to Irish, folding his hands together. "I hear that sort've seclusion'll do things to a man."
Irish McKearney: ::The part where he wasn't allowed contact with the outside world while they got rid of that infection or...virus or...whatever the hell it'd been. That'd been the worst bit. Being home and unable to go anywhere. While they cured him of the "Space Malaria from Dogshite Hell" which, while not it's actual name, is what he called it because that's what it'd felt like:: Aye, do ye now? Curious.
mil alainn: "Which he routinely grouched about." Muttered under breath as she sprayed and wiped down the windows. Still, she was listening to them as they talked. Amazingly she didn't seem to be having any ill effects of drinking the whiskey... That in its self was...strange. -d
Xavier Darnai: "Really, you the curious sort. Never would've imagined."
Irish McKearney: Me 'n' cats, turns out.
Xavier Darnai: "Explains the nine lives."
Irish McKearney: Was goin' te make tha' joke, m'self.
Xavier Darnai: "Wouldn't be the first time I've beat you to the draw, mate."
Irish McKearney: I'll admit te tha'. But in m' d'fense, this time 'round I was waitin' fer proper comedic timin'. So...::He stubbed his cigarette, finished his tumbler of whiskey::
mil alainn: "I am so not making that joke." Moving from window to window cleaning them up on the inside. "Your comedic timing has suffered greatly with your illness." -d
Xavier Darnai: "I'd say age, but it isn't like I'm not showing a bit've it myself these days."
Irish McKearney: It's neh a bleedin' illness if I'm rid o' it, fer one. An' fer two...eh...::He opened a can of the lager and had a swig of it:: You stopped usin' yer inhaler, and then some. We'll talk 'bout tha' at a wiser time.
Xavier Darnai: "Of course, wouldn't be wise to speak've things like that here've all places." Irish just got a bit of a look.
mil alainn: Once she was done with the windows she'd return to the bar, putting away the windex and tossing the paper towels in the trash. The dirty bartowels ended up in the sink to be washed later. Stopping half way behind the bar she looked a bit like a deer caught in headlights. "My inhaler? Oh no I still use it." Honey is a horrible liar remember? Couldn't pull it off to save her life. -d
Irish McKearney: Aye. Maybe as a door prop.
Eryn McKearney: Ir was a beat old piece of crap but it ran, if you'd call backfiring every couple of miles running anyway. Despite Eryn now having a sore hand from punching the dashboard, as if it would help, the old bug was still pulling its crap as it came down the road to the pub. It gave a sputter and almost seemed to shut off before she had a chance to turn the key. "Stupid piece of crap." Rolling her eyes, she grabbed her phone and the keys then shoved the door open, looking around as she got out, door slammed to make sure it shut as she headed for the front door and finally inside. -d-
mil alainn: Without thought she shot out a booted foot and kicked Irish in the shin. "Would you please stop talking about all of that?" If he mentioned it here again she might break the promise not to throw things at him. Muttering a bit beneath breath even as she heard the sounds of the sputtering vehicle outside. Turning to look towards the door she'd arch a brow. "Either of you two expecting a visitor?" Then as the door opened and Eryn came inside she'd offer a smile and wave to the woman. -d
Irish McKearney: We're cl...::Irish looked up, stopped halfway through his sentence, or a bit more than halfway, really, when he saw Eryn. She was the one person he'd sent a message to about sneaking out of the recovery facility/prison he'd been kept in after his time out of the prison camp he'd been kept in, or at least that's how it felt. He'd flicked Honey in the ear after her kick to his shin and, seeing Eryn on the other side of that door, quickly rounded the bar. He wasn't quite as spry as he'd been. Or as strong. Or as fast. These were things he was working on, daily, at the PT clinic...place...But it was nothing, all of that, everything these past few years he'd had to go through, he'd do it all again, just for this, to pick up his daughter and give her a hug. He didn't have words for the occassion::
Teddy Swick: Teddy wasn't in the best of moods. He might be in a better mood if he knew where the fuck he was. Sadly, he hadn't a clue. He'd managed to follow a trucker off the highway, following his tail lights, more than half a sleep and one wrong turn led to another. Now he was on fucking Bob's Road in the middle of nowhere and likely to have some fuck muppet with green teeth, strumming a banjo telling him what a pretty boy he was if he stopped for so much as directions, which he didn't because he had a map. Not that it did him any good. He'd followed a crease in the damned thing for about forty miles before he realized it wasn't actually an interstate. He could hear Styx now, telling him he should have gotten a smart phone. There was no fucking way in hell he was gonna tell her about this. If he didn't die out here. "Didn't fucking want to go to Detroit anyway." He'd gotten word his old man had died. His first thought had been to throw a party. The next thought was that it was a set up. Then he actually got confirmation from the Michigan State Police that the bastard had actually bought it in a head on with a semi. He wanted to track the driver down and thank the man. May have been why he accidentally followed that trucker off the highway. End of the road, at the end of the road, was a building with a few cars out front. Teddy pulled the old '77 LTD up alongside the others as if the boat belonged, and he killed the engine and just stared at the place for a long moment as he lit up a smoke.
mil alainn: Flicked on the ear she'd shift head a bit and move farther back behind the bar so Irish could get around to Eryn. Hearing another car pull up outside she'd look over to Xavier and arch a brow. "Getting to be a popular place again.. May have to go on a beer run soon if this keeps up." -d
Xavier Darnai: "Brilliant." There it was again, that dry British wit. Looking over his shoulder for a moment, he loked to Eryn only long enough to take in the recognition before more sound out front caught his attention. A slight tilt and he watched the vehicle pull up and stop. Too many people at once at random in too short a period of time. Sliding off the stool, he stuck his hands into his pockets and started for the kitchen, slipping though the door. "Back in a touch..."
Eryn McKearney: Eryn broke the man out of a mexican jail once, she would have helped to break him out of damn near anywhere, again and again, but he needed the rehab. Still, she didn't want him there anymore than he did. There was a smile on her face as her dad approached,arms lifting to wrap around his neck for the hug and she kissed his cheek. Happy to see him. Very happy to see him. She held onto him for longer than she would ever have before, then carefully manuvered out of his arms, taking a step back to look up at him. "You look like shit. Better than you did, but still like shit, dad." (d)
mil alainn: Xavier got a nod from her as she remained quiet. Standing still had never been one of her strong points. So she was finding another bottle of cleanser and some more towels. Spraying and wiping down the bar until it was shiny and pretty. -d
Teddy Swick: Teddy finally slid from the car, not having seen any banjos in sight, so he figured he was safe enough. All things considered. Pulling the door open, he stepped out and back, then swung the door shut. The keys he slid into his pocket and took another drag off of his smoke before rolling the cherry out and tucking it behind his ear. He gave a glance around not entirely sure he wanted to be there.
Irish McKearney: ::He let her go, looking down at her and...laughed:: Aye, I know, right? Workin' on it, but...aye, I still feel like shit, too. Ye look great, though. Look a' ye! I mean, I've always wanted ye t' be a lesbian...save me th' trouble o' scarin' boys away for ye an' all...::That slow grin, he expected a punch for in the gut for that one::
Xavier Darnai: Rounding the truck from the far side, he stood there with his head slightly tilted, looking at the young man. "Afraid they're closed, have been for a good while. Owner's been detained out've town on personal business for a good while. Just got back in though, might be opening back up in a few days if you're interested."
Teddy Swick: "Jesus fucking!..." He trailed off, after jumping about three inches off the ground. Teddy looked over at the man and nodded. "Don't suppose you can give me directions to the highway, could you?" The dude didn't look like he was carrying a banjo, so there was that. Still, the way he'd come out of the dark had Teddy looking over his shoulder as if someone might start up a lively rendition of Dueling Banjos at any moment.
Eryn McKearney: If he didn't look like he'd fall over she may have punched him just then, but Eryn's not sixteen anymore and somewhere in the world it might be 'be nice to old folks' week. "I suspect that you'd chase away females too, but I'm never going to be a lesbian, even if it would make you happy." She turned looking over at the guy then back to her dad. "I'm glad you're here and that you're home." -d-
Xavier Darnai: The dark cloth wasn't easy to make out in the light, but the snap of a lighter illuminated enough of him to reveal the finer nature of his clothing. Dragging in his first hit through the fresh cigarette, he snapped the lighter shut again, dropping it into his pocket as he gave a nod. "Follow the road back, it'll hit the main and take a right. It'll follow along for a couple've miles, then offer a loop back to the left. Two crosses beyond that'll find the major."
Irish McKearney: So'm I, kiddo. ::He put a hand on her shoulder and gave a light squeeze:: It's great te see ye. Ye've no idea. C'mon. Sit a' th' bar wit' me, have a drink o'...eh...whate'er we can scrounge up 'ere, I guess? I dunno. Jus'...tell me e'erythin'.
mil alainn: Looking up from cleaning the bar she grinned a little. "Still five of the lager's, a bottle of scotch and the whiskey." She had left everything sitting out on the counter just cleaned under and around it. This was a family moment and she didn't want to intrude. -d
Teddy Swick: "Much obliged." Teddy nodded and pulled his keys from his pocket, stabbing the door key for the lock only to drop the keys into the dirt at his feet. Muttering under his breath, he crouched down and started feeling for them, the words snake and bit a touch clearer amongst the muttered profanity. Finally coming up with them, he rose, and tried again, this time getting the key into the lock and turning it. Sliding in, he closed the door and locked it, then keyed the ignition. Pulling his smoke from behind his ear, he relit it, and then backed out, and swung the car around.
Eryn McKearney: "Is there still water or soda back there anywhere?" She still didn't drink. Probably never would at this rate. "Someday I'll tell you everything, dad. I'll let you get better first." -d-
Xavier Darnai: By the time Teddy got back into the cab, the sight of the man and his cigarette were gone again.
mil alainn: At the question she blinked. "Uhhh....let me see." Leaving off the cleaning she'd start opening up coolers. "There's some water and Mountain Dew, not sure if it's still good or not though." Leaning into the cooler she'd pull out a can of the soda and a bottle of water. Still cold just one might be flat as all get out. Taking them back to set down in front of Eryn. –d
Irish McKearney: I'm sure we've still got some soda and or water back 'ere. Tha' kinda stuff doesn' e'er really go bad, does it? ::He went around to scrounge, but let Honey take care of it, and he sat back down::::Irish picked up his lager, had a sip:: Ye 'ave te let me get better te tell me e'erythin'? Tha' doesn' sound ominous at all.
Eryn McKearney: "Soda does, eventually." She'd follow Irish over to the bar so they could both sit. The man should probably be off of his feet. "Thank you, Honey. Nice to see you by the way. Glad you're still around." Reaching for the bottle of: water, she pulled it in closer. "Yeah? There's a lot that I really don't want to talk about, none of it's good, so why bother dragging you down while you're trying to get better?" -d-
Teddy Swick: Teddy checked his rear view, then checked again, foot hitting the brake as he looked over his shoulder. "Fucking weird, damned shit." He cracked the window down to let the smoke out, and lifted his foot off the brake. One could say he crammed his foot on the gas, but that would be a slight exaggeration. Slight. He did kick up a bit of gravel on his way to that first turn, his tail lights fading in the darkness.
Irish McKearney: ::The pub was at the end of a long road that was off towards the end of a long road that was off towards the end of the main road. Looked like an old farmhouse that might've been a pub at some point. And despite lights being on, it looked closed. Still, there were people inside:: Ye don' fokkin' say? ::Drag, sip:: Wonder wha' tha' is like. ::But, all sardonicism aside:: Why Boston? Excellent seafood aside, I mean.
Xavier Darnai: "The Petranovics." Old school facilitators. "Able to handle a lot've my current business through their diner there. Especially with things in the Eastern Bloc still so well and truly shafted."
mil alainn: Moving around behind the bar she was pulling out some bar towels and a roll of paper towels. Bumping Irish aside so she could get to the windex. Now off to clean the windows she went! -d
Irish McKearney: Thank ye, darlin'...::About the beer and bottle set out for them:: Might be a good idea te switch te a lager after this glass, actually. ::And also he really fancied a lager:: Ye'd have te fill me in on tha'. I have been in seclusion fer th' past few months, and...so on 'n' so forth.
Xavier Darnai: He looked to the six pack a moment, raising a brow. "I cannot recall the last time I've had a pint." It was a safe bet that no one alive had ever seen Xavier drink one. Nodding, he looked back up to Irish, folding his hands together. "I hear that sort've seclusion'll do things to a man."
Irish McKearney: ::The part where he wasn't allowed contact with the outside world while they got rid of that infection or...virus or...whatever the hell it'd been. That'd been the worst bit. Being home and unable to go anywhere. While they cured him of the "Space Malaria from Dogshite Hell" which, while not it's actual name, is what he called it because that's what it'd felt like:: Aye, do ye now? Curious.
mil alainn: "Which he routinely grouched about." Muttered under breath as she sprayed and wiped down the windows. Still, she was listening to them as they talked. Amazingly she didn't seem to be having any ill effects of drinking the whiskey... That in its self was...strange. -d
Xavier Darnai: "Really, you the curious sort. Never would've imagined."
Irish McKearney: Me 'n' cats, turns out.
Xavier Darnai: "Explains the nine lives."
Irish McKearney: Was goin' te make tha' joke, m'self.
Xavier Darnai: "Wouldn't be the first time I've beat you to the draw, mate."
Irish McKearney: I'll admit te tha'. But in m' d'fense, this time 'round I was waitin' fer proper comedic timin'. So...::He stubbed his cigarette, finished his tumbler of whiskey::
mil alainn: "I am so not making that joke." Moving from window to window cleaning them up on the inside. "Your comedic timing has suffered greatly with your illness." -d
Xavier Darnai: "I'd say age, but it isn't like I'm not showing a bit've it myself these days."
Irish McKearney: It's neh a bleedin' illness if I'm rid o' it, fer one. An' fer two...eh...::He opened a can of the lager and had a swig of it:: You stopped usin' yer inhaler, and then some. We'll talk 'bout tha' at a wiser time.
Xavier Darnai: "Of course, wouldn't be wise to speak've things like that here've all places." Irish just got a bit of a look.
mil alainn: Once she was done with the windows she'd return to the bar, putting away the windex and tossing the paper towels in the trash. The dirty bartowels ended up in the sink to be washed later. Stopping half way behind the bar she looked a bit like a deer caught in headlights. "My inhaler? Oh no I still use it." Honey is a horrible liar remember? Couldn't pull it off to save her life. -d
Irish McKearney: Aye. Maybe as a door prop.
Eryn McKearney: Ir was a beat old piece of crap but it ran, if you'd call backfiring every couple of miles running anyway. Despite Eryn now having a sore hand from punching the dashboard, as if it would help, the old bug was still pulling its crap as it came down the road to the pub. It gave a sputter and almost seemed to shut off before she had a chance to turn the key. "Stupid piece of crap." Rolling her eyes, she grabbed her phone and the keys then shoved the door open, looking around as she got out, door slammed to make sure it shut as she headed for the front door and finally inside. -d-
mil alainn: Without thought she shot out a booted foot and kicked Irish in the shin. "Would you please stop talking about all of that?" If he mentioned it here again she might break the promise not to throw things at him. Muttering a bit beneath breath even as she heard the sounds of the sputtering vehicle outside. Turning to look towards the door she'd arch a brow. "Either of you two expecting a visitor?" Then as the door opened and Eryn came inside she'd offer a smile and wave to the woman. -d
Irish McKearney: We're cl...::Irish looked up, stopped halfway through his sentence, or a bit more than halfway, really, when he saw Eryn. She was the one person he'd sent a message to about sneaking out of the recovery facility/prison he'd been kept in after his time out of the prison camp he'd been kept in, or at least that's how it felt. He'd flicked Honey in the ear after her kick to his shin and, seeing Eryn on the other side of that door, quickly rounded the bar. He wasn't quite as spry as he'd been. Or as strong. Or as fast. These were things he was working on, daily, at the PT clinic...place...But it was nothing, all of that, everything these past few years he'd had to go through, he'd do it all again, just for this, to pick up his daughter and give her a hug. He didn't have words for the occassion::
Teddy Swick: Teddy wasn't in the best of moods. He might be in a better mood if he knew where the fuck he was. Sadly, he hadn't a clue. He'd managed to follow a trucker off the highway, following his tail lights, more than half a sleep and one wrong turn led to another. Now he was on fucking Bob's Road in the middle of nowhere and likely to have some fuck muppet with green teeth, strumming a banjo telling him what a pretty boy he was if he stopped for so much as directions, which he didn't because he had a map. Not that it did him any good. He'd followed a crease in the damned thing for about forty miles before he realized it wasn't actually an interstate. He could hear Styx now, telling him he should have gotten a smart phone. There was no fucking way in hell he was gonna tell her about this. If he didn't die out here. "Didn't fucking want to go to Detroit anyway." He'd gotten word his old man had died. His first thought had been to throw a party. The next thought was that it was a set up. Then he actually got confirmation from the Michigan State Police that the bastard had actually bought it in a head on with a semi. He wanted to track the driver down and thank the man. May have been why he accidentally followed that trucker off the highway. End of the road, at the end of the road, was a building with a few cars out front. Teddy pulled the old '77 LTD up alongside the others as if the boat belonged, and he killed the engine and just stared at the place for a long moment as he lit up a smoke.
mil alainn: Flicked on the ear she'd shift head a bit and move farther back behind the bar so Irish could get around to Eryn. Hearing another car pull up outside she'd look over to Xavier and arch a brow. "Getting to be a popular place again.. May have to go on a beer run soon if this keeps up." -d
Xavier Darnai: "Brilliant." There it was again, that dry British wit. Looking over his shoulder for a moment, he loked to Eryn only long enough to take in the recognition before more sound out front caught his attention. A slight tilt and he watched the vehicle pull up and stop. Too many people at once at random in too short a period of time. Sliding off the stool, he stuck his hands into his pockets and started for the kitchen, slipping though the door. "Back in a touch..."
Eryn McKearney: Eryn broke the man out of a mexican jail once, she would have helped to break him out of damn near anywhere, again and again, but he needed the rehab. Still, she didn't want him there anymore than he did. There was a smile on her face as her dad approached,arms lifting to wrap around his neck for the hug and she kissed his cheek. Happy to see him. Very happy to see him. She held onto him for longer than she would ever have before, then carefully manuvered out of his arms, taking a step back to look up at him. "You look like shit. Better than you did, but still like shit, dad." (d)
mil alainn: Xavier got a nod from her as she remained quiet. Standing still had never been one of her strong points. So she was finding another bottle of cleanser and some more towels. Spraying and wiping down the bar until it was shiny and pretty. -d
Teddy Swick: Teddy finally slid from the car, not having seen any banjos in sight, so he figured he was safe enough. All things considered. Pulling the door open, he stepped out and back, then swung the door shut. The keys he slid into his pocket and took another drag off of his smoke before rolling the cherry out and tucking it behind his ear. He gave a glance around not entirely sure he wanted to be there.
Irish McKearney: ::He let her go, looking down at her and...laughed:: Aye, I know, right? Workin' on it, but...aye, I still feel like shit, too. Ye look great, though. Look a' ye! I mean, I've always wanted ye t' be a lesbian...save me th' trouble o' scarin' boys away for ye an' all...::That slow grin, he expected a punch for in the gut for that one::
Xavier Darnai: Rounding the truck from the far side, he stood there with his head slightly tilted, looking at the young man. "Afraid they're closed, have been for a good while. Owner's been detained out've town on personal business for a good while. Just got back in though, might be opening back up in a few days if you're interested."
Teddy Swick: "Jesus fucking!..." He trailed off, after jumping about three inches off the ground. Teddy looked over at the man and nodded. "Don't suppose you can give me directions to the highway, could you?" The dude didn't look like he was carrying a banjo, so there was that. Still, the way he'd come out of the dark had Teddy looking over his shoulder as if someone might start up a lively rendition of Dueling Banjos at any moment.
Eryn McKearney: If he didn't look like he'd fall over she may have punched him just then, but Eryn's not sixteen anymore and somewhere in the world it might be 'be nice to old folks' week. "I suspect that you'd chase away females too, but I'm never going to be a lesbian, even if it would make you happy." She turned looking over at the guy then back to her dad. "I'm glad you're here and that you're home." -d-
Xavier Darnai: The dark cloth wasn't easy to make out in the light, but the snap of a lighter illuminated enough of him to reveal the finer nature of his clothing. Dragging in his first hit through the fresh cigarette, he snapped the lighter shut again, dropping it into his pocket as he gave a nod. "Follow the road back, it'll hit the main and take a right. It'll follow along for a couple've miles, then offer a loop back to the left. Two crosses beyond that'll find the major."
Irish McKearney: So'm I, kiddo. ::He put a hand on her shoulder and gave a light squeeze:: It's great te see ye. Ye've no idea. C'mon. Sit a' th' bar wit' me, have a drink o'...eh...whate'er we can scrounge up 'ere, I guess? I dunno. Jus'...tell me e'erythin'.
mil alainn: Looking up from cleaning the bar she grinned a little. "Still five of the lager's, a bottle of scotch and the whiskey." She had left everything sitting out on the counter just cleaned under and around it. This was a family moment and she didn't want to intrude. -d
Teddy Swick: "Much obliged." Teddy nodded and pulled his keys from his pocket, stabbing the door key for the lock only to drop the keys into the dirt at his feet. Muttering under his breath, he crouched down and started feeling for them, the words snake and bit a touch clearer amongst the muttered profanity. Finally coming up with them, he rose, and tried again, this time getting the key into the lock and turning it. Sliding in, he closed the door and locked it, then keyed the ignition. Pulling his smoke from behind his ear, he relit it, and then backed out, and swung the car around.
Eryn McKearney: "Is there still water or soda back there anywhere?" She still didn't drink. Probably never would at this rate. "Someday I'll tell you everything, dad. I'll let you get better first." -d-
Xavier Darnai: By the time Teddy got back into the cab, the sight of the man and his cigarette were gone again.
mil alainn: At the question she blinked. "Uhhh....let me see." Leaving off the cleaning she'd start opening up coolers. "There's some water and Mountain Dew, not sure if it's still good or not though." Leaning into the cooler she'd pull out a can of the soda and a bottle of water. Still cold just one might be flat as all get out. Taking them back to set down in front of Eryn. –d
Irish McKearney: I'm sure we've still got some soda and or water back 'ere. Tha' kinda stuff doesn' e'er really go bad, does it? ::He went around to scrounge, but let Honey take care of it, and he sat back down::::Irish picked up his lager, had a sip:: Ye 'ave te let me get better te tell me e'erythin'? Tha' doesn' sound ominous at all.
Eryn McKearney: "Soda does, eventually." She'd follow Irish over to the bar so they could both sit. The man should probably be off of his feet. "Thank you, Honey. Nice to see you by the way. Glad you're still around." Reaching for the bottle of: water, she pulled it in closer. "Yeah? There's a lot that I really don't want to talk about, none of it's good, so why bother dragging you down while you're trying to get better?" -d-
Teddy Swick: Teddy checked his rear view, then checked again, foot hitting the brake as he looked over his shoulder. "Fucking weird, damned shit." He cracked the window down to let the smoke out, and lifted his foot off the brake. One could say he crammed his foot on the gas, but that would be a slight exaggeration. Slight. He did kick up a bit of gravel on his way to that first turn, his tail lights fading in the darkness.