YOU ALL MEET IN A BAR

[deliciously]

Have yourself one.

OVER A DRINK

1. Post with your character. 2. You're at a bar. What kind of bar? Any kind you want. From fantasy taverns where various species mingle to futuristic space bars where half the drinks will probably kill you, or even an an overly kistch themed place where everything is overpriced, it's all good as long as there are drinks and company. 3. Respond to other characters. Perhaps you want to buy them a drink. Or perhaps you're inclined to be bought a drink. Maybe you saw someone you knew, or maybe you just want someone to talk to. Could be there's nowhere else to sit, and could be you want to drag them out to dance. 4. Get drunk. Or don't! Be the guest, or the bartender, or the newcommer, or even the janitor. Mingle, make friends, or lurk in a corner. 5. They say alcohol lowers one's inhibitions. Might just be time to find out how much.

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Dr. Carson Beckett | Stargate: Atlantis | OTA

[atadiscoverer]

[Probably some small pub in Scotland]

[motherwellrules]

[A small pub somewhere in Edinburgh, if we're being specific about it: only a short walk from the city centre, but far enough out that there aren't any gawping tourists with cameras taking pictures of the bagpipes on the wall, or whatever the fuck it is they do in those themed shiteholes in town. It's not £5 a pint either, which is always nice and a major improvement over the poncy upmarket bars near Holyrood. It's like being back in fucking London.

He sheds his dripping coat - scottish weather, that he hasn't missed - and settles onto a stool at the bar, eyeing the top-shelf whisky behind it speculatively. Probably best not. A pint's a safer bet. It always seems to end in karaoke and embarrassing pictures on his phone when he does any real drinking before meeting up with Pete.

Leaning his elbows on the countertop, he gives the bloke on the next barstool a nod in greeting] Alright?

[atadiscoverer]

[Carson always visited this pub when he was back home. Almost a ritual. His dad always came here, so he figured he would continue the tradition.

He had a pint in front of him, barely touched, as he drinks in the atmosphere rather than the alcohol. He's wearing a black jumper and jeans, and turns to smile amicably at the person sat next to him.]

Aye. Shame about the weather, though.

[motherwellrules]

Aye, I know [He scrapes his sodden hair back away from where it's steadily dripping into his eyes and gives a wry shrug. His own attire is very business-formal, but what started out as a very neat shirt and tie has not fared well in the heavy rain. At least the heavy overcoat shed the worst or he'd be soaked to the skin] Bonnie fuckin' Scotland. You can always count on the rain to welcome you home.

[atadiscoverer]

Aye.

[He takes another sip of his drink.]

Still, it's home. Cannae beat that.

[motherwellrules]

Right enough [The bartender wanders over and kindly furnishes him with a very reasonably priced pint, which he takes an appreciative drink of] Or close to it anyway. You local then?

[atadiscoverer]

Aye. My family's lived here for a while. I don't often get a chance to see 'em.

[He smiles lightly.]

This is our local.