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The Walk Into A Bar Meme!

The bar's a comfortable place, where everyone knows you just have to walk up, give the bartender a smile, and order up a drink. Everyone goes to a bar sometime, whether to pick up a companion for the night, to pick up a friend, or pick up a drink. You never know the story behind the guy sitting next to you, or the bartender. But that's what bars are for, aren't they? To learn about the guy on the stool next to you, drinking his gin and tonic.

So what do you do in a Walk Into A Bar meme?

1. Comment here with your character and their canon in the subject line.
2. Hit RNG for a number between 1-15.
3. Tag someone else using that number as your character's reason for coming to the bar.
4. Profit!

So, what's your poison?

1. Sex on the Beach - You're here at the bar for one reason and one reason only, to find some company for the night. It might help, to buy them a drink first. But then they might throw that back in your face...

2. Tonic and Gin - Life's been one disaster after another lately, and the only thing that makes it easier is the sweet numbing taste of alcohol...

3. Midori Sour - Your friends dragged you out here and they've suddenly abandoned you for some rock star in the VIP lounge. Are you bitter? Maybe. Or maybe you'll just use the opportunity to flirt with the cute bartender...

4. Shirley Temple - You got a call five minutes ago asking you to come to the bar to pick up your too-intoxicated friend/brother/sister. But now that you're here, they don't seem to be anywhere to be found...

5. Poolside Pleasure - There's nothing like being on vacation in a tropical paradise, is there? And what better way to soak in that tropical vibe than to swim up to the Tiki Bar for a relaxing fruity drink with a paper umbrella?

6. Moonshine - Maybe you're underaged. Or maybe the bar isn't exactly what you'd call legal. Whatever the reason, you're not supposed to be here, but you are, and while you're here, might as well get something to wet your whistle, right? Just be careful not to get caught...

7. Hair of the Dog - Last night was... do you even remember last night? Probably not, given the wicked hangover pounding in your head right now. Well, nothing cure a hangover like having a drink in the morning to take the edge off, right?

8. Champagne - Something great has happened! Did you get a promotion? Kill your nemesis? Whatever it is, you feel great and it's time everyone celebrated with you. A round of champagne on the house!

9. Shaken, not Stirred - To everyone else, this is a regular bar, but not to you. You know you're here to meet a clandestine contact, an enemy informer or a secret spy. Better play it cool and keep your eyes open...

10. Sunken Pirate Ship - You've been out on the high seas for months, and finally made it into port with your pockets full of gold. What're you going to do first? Drink that gold away or buy some company for the evening? You can do both at the bar...

11. Punch in the Rain - You're the bouncer of this bar and you think the guy sitting next to you has probably had too much to drink. Maybe it's time to cut them off. Hopefully they'll go easy, huh?

12. Bartender - Everyone who walks through the door has a story to tell, and you're the guy they love to tell those stories to. Are you the type to listen, or the type to slip a little something extra into their drink in hopes that they shut up about their sob story?

13. Absinthe - Whatever it is you just drank didn't seem to agree with you. And at the corner of your eye you keep seeing this bright green faerie... Is everything happening around you reality, or have you slipped into some kind of hallucination?

14. 357 Magnum - Did you just insult my mother? Whether or not they did, you sure think so, and you know what's the best way to settle things in a bar? With a bar brawl, of course!

15. Happy Hour - Anything goes! Got another scenario you want to play out, this is the place for it!

Comments

[fdr]

Celebrating the end of Tuck's marriage to the woman of his dreams. Yeah, even FDR knew this was about the masks and not the emotions. He took his glass, raising it. "Damn right, and why shouldn't we be celebrating," he asked, downing half the glass. "I got my wingman back, didn't I?"

Smirking with a snort. "Are you calling me spoiled? I didn't buy... I don't have... Fuck you," he laughed, willing to do what it took to keep Tuck's emotions up.

[tuck]

Tuck's lips curled up in a smirk. "Exactly," he said and finished his glass. Well, that did happen with champagne. If he noticed how FDR was trying to keep him in good spirits, Tuck didn't say anything. In fact, there was the very good chance that he didn't notice at all.

He laughed. "You make it so easy, mate," he said and poured another glass.

[fdr]

"Did you really just call me easy," he asked, downing the rest of the glass and holding it out for more. The bartender topped it off, glancing between them before walking away, laughing.

"I'll have you know I tell people no. Just no one you know."

[tuck]

Tuck paused before allowing a wide, crooked grin to spread across his lips. "Is that right?" he asked with a chuckle.

He heard the bartender walk off with a laugh and grinned in amusement. He was used to the two of them coming in and having drinks, having more than just a couple of drinks. "No one I know, hm?"

[fdr]

"Nope. Well, there was..." He held up one finger, thinking and then shook his head. Not naming that one. Not tonight. Besides he knew him and he'd slept with her so that didn't count.

"The boss?"

[tuck]

Tuck grinned and took a drink from his glass. "Oh? The boss?" Admittedly, he had never met the boss. "When did you meet the boss?" He was quite interested in this story now and nodded. "Come on - I want to know this story."

[fdr]

"Saying I didn't sleep with her," he said, glaring at Tuck. "And in passing and on accident. I didn't know it was her secretary," he said, looking away, trying to act innocent. "Or her office."

[tuck]

Tuck sat there quietly for a second before he started to laugh. "That is brilliant," he said with a laugh. "You did her secretary in her office -- how are you still here again?"

[fdr]

He waved a hand, dismissing it. Didn't mean he wasn't proud of it but he'd play it off, except for the huge grin. "Because I'm amazing at what I do, secretary or otherwise," he said with a shrug. "I really didn't know!"

[tuck]

Tuck chuckled and took another drink from his champagne glass. They were both marvelously good at their jobs so it really was of no surprise that FDR was here. He could trust FDR to have his back just as he had FDR's.

"And absolutely modest as well, hm?"

This was helping though. It was keeping Tuck's mind off of what he would be inevitably bound to confront on the early morning hours.

[fdr]

FDR snorted at that, fixing Tuck with a flat look. "When you're an awesome as I am, why would you be modest? When you grow up, you'll understand," he taunted, smirking as he patted his partner on the head like one would a child.

[tuck]

"Fuck off," Tuck laughed, ducking out of the way from FDR's hand. "I'll have you know, I'm far more awesome than you are." He sent his partner a smirk and rested an elbow on the counter.

[fdr]

"Yes, well... I think it's time you knew. We only told you that so you wouldn't cry," he said, tsking as he fought not to smile. "You're old enough now to know the truth."

[tuck]

"Thanks, dad. Does this mean you'll buy me my first pair of big boy Saville Row slacks now? Just to prove that I too am a grown up?" Tuck asked, widening his eyes a little. "I promise to take real good care of them. Course you have to pay for it."

[fdr]

FDR snorted, rolling his eyes. "As if. You want big boy pants, you pony up the bucks for them," he said with a smirk. "And get your own tailor. You can't have mine."

[tuck]

"Afraid your tailor will like me more?" Tuck flashed him a teasing smirk. "Smart man." He liked his wardrobe - it was a nice mixture of suits (for work) and casual plaid and jeans. It suited him perfectly. "Luckily for you, I don't intend to steal your tailor away."

[fdr]

"Never happen. I have a better ass than you do, and my inseam is... longer," he said with that sort of smug look he got so often. "No worries there."