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'Two Men Walk Into A Bar' Meme

Sometimes, everyone just needs a stiff drink or some shawarma. Your character finds himself or herself walking into a bar to get that drink. But what's that? Who's sitting at the bar with you? It might be your best friend...or your worst enemy.

Rules:

1. Post with your character! You character is now in a bar or shwarama restaurant.


2. Respond to other characters. But here's the rub: whether it's magic or something in the air, even if you find yourself at the bar with your worst enemy no one can fight in this bar. Curious what your characters would learn about each other if they weren't always trying to kill each other? Now's the time.


3. You might want to be careful. Some of the liquor seems to have a mild truth serum, so your characters might find themselves 'opening up' a bit more than they usually would!

Comments

Sebastian Moran ○ [unofficial] BBC Sherlock

[the_urban_tiger]

i couldn't resist.

[playthings]

Neat.

[ Jim finishes his drink order with a sharp reminder to the waitress before she turns to Sebastian and takes his order. The lounge they selected to meet a client was a bit on the higher end as far as places go, definitely more on Jim's end of the bar spectrum than Sebastian. Lounging back comfortable reclined in his seat, Jim eyes Moran from across the table with a piercing gaze. ]

Comfortable?

[ He jabs, knowing full well having to be in a suit wasn't his favorite. ]

Oh, this could be fun!

[the_urban_tiger]

[ Seb knows he should take it easy on the drinks, but that's not stopping him from ordering a J.D. and coke as he surveys the room with significantly more attention than he's giving the waitress. Nice place or not, open spaces were potentially dangerous and this isn't his normal territory; things work differently in higher class establishments. A high class family taught him that well. ]

Oh, yeah. I'm fantastic.

[ His gaze meets Jim's as he deadpans his response. At least he's acting like he's worn suits before and not pulling at it, even if he does hate having to wear it. ]

i hope :3

[playthings]

[ Their client already departed and the lounge half deserted in the latter part of the evening, jim wouldn't pass too much judgement if Sebastian had one too many. Perhaps the best thing about Moran in all his militaristic skill is that he could bring him around the right people and watch him play the part in utter discomfort. It was amusing (almost distractingly so) and admittedly half the reason he brought him to these short exchanges. Though keeping the muscle close by never hurt. ]

Pity, would have figured you were more inclined get it off as soon as possible.

[ The waitress returns with their drinks mid sentence, Jim continues his comment while watching her face instead. A bit of a devious smile her way throws her off guard as he hands her the payment and a generous tip to boot. ]

Do come back, miss.

[the_urban_tiger]

Mm. I can get what I want without my clothes coming off.

[ At least without coming all the way off. The remark rolls off his tongue nonchalant save with that cheeky smoothness, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth as he wraps his fingers around the glass, bringing it up to his lips to have a drink. It's better than the usual dive bar quality liquor he usually tosses back, that's bloody well sure. He keeps the glass to his lips though his attention strays to the waitress with a reserved amusement in that thoughtful, almost appraising gaze. ]

[playthings]

[ He raises the scotch from the table, throwing a sarcastic eye roll in the other man's direction at his comment. Crude. Hilariously so, that's what Sebastian always seems to manage. The amusements written all over his face as he takes a sip from the glass. ]

Does the confidence always work in your favor, Sebastian?

[ Because we both know I prefer shattering it is the unspoken part of that question, but he's sure he's clever enough to catch on to his meaning. Speaking straight and concisely makes this game of cat and mouse much less entertaining. The amusement bleeds away, however, when he notices Moran's gaze lingering on the waitress. ]

[the_urban_tiger]

[ Hello pretty young thing I just noticed. I'm sure there's a dozen dark corners and rooms we could take a quick step off to. Those eyes stay on her a moment longer, swallowing another drink before setting down the glass on a coaster.

His attention is slowly pulled back to Jim more by that unspoken remark than the voiced one. Jim was the only person he'd ever met with the ability to pry him apart, reduce him to nothing and still make him come back for more. He doesn't even know how he does it. God knows that fight never leaves him, not even now as he chuckles. ]

Every time, Jim. Every time.

[playthings]

[ Pretty, young, yes that must be the appeal. Jim's already picked the girl apart twelve times in her mind. Jim decides, in a huff of annoyance to pick her apart out loud for Sebastian's benefit. ]

She's married, hiding her ring so dullards will empty their pockets for her. Tatto on her wrist covered with makeup, a man's name, or male rather. But why get a man's name tattooed visibly on you when you already wear his ring? [ He pauses a moment to let that sink in. He lowers his voice to just above a whisper. ] Because it's her son's name.

[ Showing off and sullying whatever grotesque ideas Sebastian had in minds for that girl complete, Jim takes a victory sip of his scotch. ]

[the_urban_tiger]

[ Sebastian stares sidelong across the table at Jim, his expression caught somewhere between appalled, annoyed flirting with disgusted, and intrigued. He's not surprised by this anymore, nor does he think for a second that his boss is not entirely spot on. ] You're a right fucking bastard, you know that?

[ He huffs, shaking his head a bit as he takes another drink. Someone's a touch put out, even if she's still 100% a MILF and he'd still hit it. A huff of bemused exasperation prefaces the echo of his sentiment again. ] Right fucking prick. Spiteful.

[playthings]

It's a gift.

[ Jim responds with a smug look and a shrug, swirling the glass in his hand. He's unfazed by the insults; these obscenities Sebastian has a tendency to hurl at him simply fan the flames and make him that much worse. He wonders if Moran doesn't realize this or if he just enjoys it as much as he does, letting all that rage and frustration come out behind closed doors when the game is much less tipped in the favor of his employer. Jim will suffer the consequences of it later, though he's never one to pass up a good bit of suffer.

A hand waves the waitress back over. Jim gives her his undivided attention; sly and charming in the way he usually speaks to women worth his time. ]

My friend here will have another round, miss. If you would be so kind.

[ Soft smile, gently offered words; it's a far cry from how he normally would treat her, Sebastian must know this. ]

[the_urban_tiger]

That what you're calling it?

[ It might not be something Moran would admit freely, but he did enjoy the way they fed each other like gasoline fires, erring just inside of actually pissing each other off (usually) until they were behind closed doors and all pretenses dropped. When all that spring-loaded violence and force built up from a day of servitude could snap and he actually stood a chance of getting somewhere with it.

Blue eyes shift between Jim and the waitress when his boss fits her with that so very self-serving, fabricated charm and appeal. The bitch doesn't deserve his attention, doesn't even deserve Sebastian's, which certainly meant she wasn't even worth even being addressed by Jim-fucking-Moriarty. Sodding arrogant fucker, trying to make a point is he? He swallows down the last of that J.D. and coke before setting it on the table. ]

I don't need another. I'm still on the clock, aren't I?

[playthings]

[ The smarmy comment from Sebastian goes ignored for now (which could, quite possibly, do much more damage than a quip) to focus his attention on the allegedly "pretty young thing" serving them. Moran may see all of his day-to-day as indentured and voluntary servitude (because it is, in many ways) but Jim makes it so worth his wild and is such an excellent person to be connected to. In his mind, the sick and twisted depths of it, this is a gift bestowed on only the worthy. Sebastian has proven himself very worthy and continues to with each encounter that he doesn't invoke death threats during.

He can feel the other man's gaze burning him, but all eyes are turned to the young lady. He offers her a mock-sympathetic look at the refusal. ]

My apologies, it seems we're erring on the side of professionalism.

[ She sends an awkward glance between them before slinking away in silence, leaving Jim to toss Sebastian a mischievous look. He can figure out a bit of what's going through the sniper's mind, plotted those thoughts to be the results even, Sebastian the man really blame him for looking a bit self satisfied for a moment or two? He sips at what little is left of his scotch, pointedly keeping his unblinking eyes on Morans. ]

Rather rude of you, don't you think?

[the_urban_tiger]

[ Run his mouth as he may, that doesn't mean he isn't aware of just how insultingly inappropriate it was to suggest that level of intelligence goes unappreciated. In all honesty, it never ceased to amaze him even if it was oft put to use in ways that annoyed the fuck out of him. As for the job, well, it was hardly a matter of contacts and income. He could get that from just about anyone in the business; it was still very much Moriarty that made this job exactly what he needed.

His eyes stay on Jim for far too long now, dark and predatory fierce as he sweet talks what had just, moments ago, been HIS personal mark. When she leave he snaps his gaze from Jim and allows himself a detached and absent gaze after her before glance back at his boss again. He'd like that drink now, or at least a couple cigarettes. ]

You know why. [ Wait, that's not what he wanted out of his mouth. Come on, Sebastian, you have better control of your tongue than that. He shakes it off, that moody little slip because he knows he's not even buzzed yet. Just annoyed, that's it. ]

Call me rude when I'm not sober enough to keep someone from putting a bit of lead between your eyes.