Post by Deleted on Aug 12, 2014 10:09:14 GMT -5
Remus *had been out of the principia for some fresh air, but on second thought, ducked into a place he'd never actually been before... probably New Rome's most popular bar*
Ed: *welp. nothing's doing it so. let's try alcohol*
Kyle: *psh, training. Ha! goes to the bar in New Rome*
Remus *takes a seat at the bar and gets a few weird looks, but has no clue what to order. He only had that small drink with Felicity in Las Vegas Felicity... gods. The Fates sucked.*
Ed: *looks over* So you too now, huh?
Kyle: *walks in like he owns the place and jumps behind the bar and puts on an apron* So, what can I get you two-holy crap. *laughs* Stone and Simons here at the bar. You two are getting the special.
Remus *jumps, because he was in his own little world* Simons? *looks up as Kyle enters the scene flamboyantly* Oh gods... aren't you supposed to be tr-..no, nevermind, I'm supposed to be doing paperwork, so I'm not one to judge right now.
Ed: *semi rolls eyes* Yup. *looks over at Kyle* It'd appear so. A preator and a traitor walk into a bar. Sounds like the start of some bad joke.
Kyle: *laughs* Exactly, it just needs a good pun at the end. And I'll have you know Stone, I am working. *grabs two classes and dumps some ice in it before dumping some dark alcoholic drink in it, slides the glasses two them* A Bacchus kid special.
Remus: Hey, I'm not reporting you if you don't rat on me. *eyes the dark liquid* What is this? Besides the 'Bacchus kid special'?
Ed: *eyes the drink*
Kyle: *shrugs* I don't know. Thats just what we call it. One of my siblings makes it and sends it to us. It's strong but goes down smooth.
Remus *shrugs and takes a sip* Holy Juno! *pauses a moment* Actually, that's not bad...
Ed: *mutters* Well that's friggin reassuring. *also takes a drink*
Kyle: *slight proud smirk as they take a drink* And don't worry, since you both are first timers, I'll even put on the house. Though if either of you two are interested in opening a tab, just let me know. So what brings you in here anyway?
Remus: Thanks... I owe you one, Kyle. *sighs and takes another drink* Life. One of those days you just realize it sucks.
Ed: *shrugs* Why the hell not? *smirks slightly*
Kyle: *nods at Ed* Got it. I'll get that set up for you. *puts their bottle of the drink between them* Well you know, part of my job as a bar tender to just let you guys dump all your troubles on me once you start drunk talking out everything. So feel free to dump, we have confidentiality in here. But who is going to dump first.* looks between the two of them*
Remus: *finishes his drink in one gulp* Confidentiality, huh? I hope so. Me being in here is damning enough. Never thought I'd stoop to this.
Ed: Shot not. *finishes his; scoffs slightly* Talk about damning. *eyeroll*
Kyle: *slight chuckle* Eh, you'll find it's not so bad. Helps to take a load off. You' two aren't first noble beast or lonely hermit to find their to a bar.
Remus: *pours himself more and takes a sip and nods* Probably not. No, there I believe you.
Ed: I could see that
Kyle: *takes out a bottle of BitBurger Beer* I prefer this German stuff, thats what good. Nice Barbeque beer here, you two should try it next time you're in here. *takes a sip*
Remus: Barbeque beer? In a bar?
Ed: It's beer *shrugs*
Kyle: Simons is right, we need to keep light stuff for the ones who can't hold it. *chuckles* You should see the Apollo and Venus kids, they have the hardest time holding their liquor, end up drunk so fast.
Remus: Okay, touche. Just thought... you didn't ID us either... *raises an eyebrow, then shrugs* Ah, whatever.
Ed: *and back to quiet*
Kyle: *Shrugs* I know you're 21 Stone and I had a feeling both of you needed something if you came down here. Plus, by American laws I shouldn't be serving alcohol, but who needs rules?
Remus: Rules-... ah, gods, nevermind. You're right. One day off is fine. *drinks more* I hate the Fates. Stupid- *says some unkind things in latin*
Ed: *rules suck; looks over at remus and smirks slightly*
Kyle: *low whistle* I'm sure the Fates loved those very kind and sincere words.
Remus: I don't care what they think anymore. I'd go to hell just to hunt them down.
Ed: Steel trap an a give 'em hell attitude. Great idea. Just what we need.
Kyle: *raises an eyebrow* What made you two hate the fates so much?
Remus: They cut that damn string... my fiance... *shakes his head*
Ed: ..... *semi looks at Remus but tries not to miss a beat* I hate anything divine.
Kyle: Oh.... *rubs the back of his neck and thinks, takes a sip of his beer, and thinks* Well.... that would be cause of anger, but you weren't the only one who lost someone on the battlefield.
Remus: I know. Damnit, I know. I get that. *slams down his glass* I'm out of here. Thanks for the drink
Ed: Bye Stone.
Kyle: ....... *blinks* well that was unexpected
Ed: *shrugs* Done alot've that
Kyle: *eyes Ed* You going to storm out next, or just going to enjoy the atomsphere?
Ed: Too tired for the storming anymore
Kyle: Hmm.. well then excuse me a second. *jumps over the bar* Yo Stone. Come back here, you don't leave a bottle empty. *called out after Stone, trying to drag him back, maybe he didn't leave yet??*
Remus *stops at the door and spins on the spot* What? Come to rub it in my face more? No thanks. I came here to forget for a spell, not be reminded I'm a shit leader.
Kyle: Hey, I didn't say anything on your leadership skills. You're a great leader who's just at a rough patch right now. Keeping it bottled up doesn't help .
Remus: No, I gathered that part. But everyone tells me to get over it, that I'm not the only one with problems, that if I don't shape up I should resign. I just want to mourn in peace. Is that so much to ask...? *close to tears now*
Kyle: No, it's not. Everyone deserves that right, no matter their position. We say it offhandly to try to help you realize theres people you can mourn with, not to shove you off and tell you to grow a pair, it's an off way of trying to help.
Remus: Yeah... *mutters* Sorry...
Kyle: Don't be sorry. It's good to just rant at times. Let it alllll out.
Remus: *is silent a long moment* I need another drink.
Kyle: That, I can help you with, Just come back to the bar. *walks over to the bar and gets another bottle out for Remus*
Remus *takes a seat again* Thanks, Kyle.
Kyle: Anytime. *slides the bottle over to Remus* Anything else you need to rant about?
Remus *grabs the bottle, then just out of the blue, his eyes go from flat to overrunning* I just don't get it... she could have blocked that...
Kyle: Perhaps she was caught unaware, it was just her time.... like you said, the fates aren't fair at times.
Remus: Maybe... I guess... Damn it.. I just... *shakes his head and takes a drink* Just before the wedding...
Kyle: Oh, I had heard that rumor. You two were really going to tie the knot after the war then? *sighs* That sucks big time man. But maybe theres someone else out there for you, not today, or tomorrow, or even next week, but ten years down the road, who knows.
Remus *takes a deep breath* Yeah, maybe. I'd like to not live alone...I just always thought it would be with her.
Kyle: Yeah, young love has a way of doing that. But look, you're twenty-one. You'll bounce back. I know you will, you're a strong young man with a whole future ahead of him.
Remus: Maybe... *nods* Yeah, you're right. No reason I can't still have a life...
Kyle: Exactly, but it doesn't mean you should forget about her and just move on. I know thats what some people would probably say, but it doesn't help. What helps is accepting the fact she died, remembering her and honoring her memory by now letting your life drift away. I didn't know the girl, but I bet she wouldn't want to see that. Live for her.
Remus *nods* You're right. I'll live for her. She would have wanted me to be happy...
Kyle: *nods* There ya go. You're sounding better already.
Remus: Not wasting this drink though... this is good. *drinks more*
Kyle: *chuckles* Yeah it is and we always have it in stock if you ever need to stop by again and unburden yourself.
Remus: Careful or I'll take you up on that. Thanks, man.
Kyle: Just means more business for me. *chuckles* And anytime. Even Praetors need a break.
Remus: Well then, I'll see you around. And... for helping me out.... you skip training as much as you want. Within reason.
Kyle: Within reason. My reason or your reason? Because theres a big difference. *chuckles* Just kidding, I'll see ya around, can you make it back okay?
Remus: *chuckles* We'll see. And yeah, I should be fine. If I fall in the street... well, we'll see... *gets up and wobbles a bit* Hmm...
Kyle: *eyes him and stifles a laugh* First walks back are always a fun experience. I can easily take a break if you need a hand getting to the principia.
Remus: M-maybe... not a bad idea...
Kyle: Okay then. *clocks in his break and goes to help Remus stumble all the way to the principia*
Ed: *welp. nothing's doing it so. let's try alcohol*
Kyle: *psh, training. Ha! goes to the bar in New Rome*
Remus *takes a seat at the bar and gets a few weird looks, but has no clue what to order. He only had that small drink with Felicity in Las Vegas Felicity... gods. The Fates sucked.*
Ed: *looks over* So you too now, huh?
Kyle: *walks in like he owns the place and jumps behind the bar and puts on an apron* So, what can I get you two-holy crap. *laughs* Stone and Simons here at the bar. You two are getting the special.
Remus *jumps, because he was in his own little world* Simons? *looks up as Kyle enters the scene flamboyantly* Oh gods... aren't you supposed to be tr-..no, nevermind, I'm supposed to be doing paperwork, so I'm not one to judge right now.
Ed: *semi rolls eyes* Yup. *looks over at Kyle* It'd appear so. A preator and a traitor walk into a bar. Sounds like the start of some bad joke.
Kyle: *laughs* Exactly, it just needs a good pun at the end. And I'll have you know Stone, I am working. *grabs two classes and dumps some ice in it before dumping some dark alcoholic drink in it, slides the glasses two them* A Bacchus kid special.
Remus: Hey, I'm not reporting you if you don't rat on me. *eyes the dark liquid* What is this? Besides the 'Bacchus kid special'?
Ed: *eyes the drink*
Kyle: *shrugs* I don't know. Thats just what we call it. One of my siblings makes it and sends it to us. It's strong but goes down smooth.
Remus *shrugs and takes a sip* Holy Juno! *pauses a moment* Actually, that's not bad...
Ed: *mutters* Well that's friggin reassuring. *also takes a drink*
Kyle: *slight proud smirk as they take a drink* And don't worry, since you both are first timers, I'll even put on the house. Though if either of you two are interested in opening a tab, just let me know. So what brings you in here anyway?
Remus: Thanks... I owe you one, Kyle. *sighs and takes another drink* Life. One of those days you just realize it sucks.
Ed: *shrugs* Why the hell not? *smirks slightly*
Kyle: *nods at Ed* Got it. I'll get that set up for you. *puts their bottle of the drink between them* Well you know, part of my job as a bar tender to just let you guys dump all your troubles on me once you start drunk talking out everything. So feel free to dump, we have confidentiality in here. But who is going to dump first.* looks between the two of them*
Remus: *finishes his drink in one gulp* Confidentiality, huh? I hope so. Me being in here is damning enough. Never thought I'd stoop to this.
Ed: Shot not. *finishes his; scoffs slightly* Talk about damning. *eyeroll*
Kyle: *slight chuckle* Eh, you'll find it's not so bad. Helps to take a load off. You' two aren't first noble beast or lonely hermit to find their to a bar.
Remus: *pours himself more and takes a sip and nods* Probably not. No, there I believe you.
Ed: I could see that
Kyle: *takes out a bottle of BitBurger Beer* I prefer this German stuff, thats what good. Nice Barbeque beer here, you two should try it next time you're in here. *takes a sip*
Remus: Barbeque beer? In a bar?
Ed: It's beer *shrugs*
Kyle: Simons is right, we need to keep light stuff for the ones who can't hold it. *chuckles* You should see the Apollo and Venus kids, they have the hardest time holding their liquor, end up drunk so fast.
Remus: Okay, touche. Just thought... you didn't ID us either... *raises an eyebrow, then shrugs* Ah, whatever.
Ed: *and back to quiet*
Kyle: *Shrugs* I know you're 21 Stone and I had a feeling both of you needed something if you came down here. Plus, by American laws I shouldn't be serving alcohol, but who needs rules?
Remus: Rules-... ah, gods, nevermind. You're right. One day off is fine. *drinks more* I hate the Fates. Stupid- *says some unkind things in latin*
Ed: *rules suck; looks over at remus and smirks slightly*
Kyle: *low whistle* I'm sure the Fates loved those very kind and sincere words.
Remus: I don't care what they think anymore. I'd go to hell just to hunt them down.
Ed: Steel trap an a give 'em hell attitude. Great idea. Just what we need.
Kyle: *raises an eyebrow* What made you two hate the fates so much?
Remus: They cut that damn string... my fiance... *shakes his head*
Ed: ..... *semi looks at Remus but tries not to miss a beat* I hate anything divine.
Kyle: Oh.... *rubs the back of his neck and thinks, takes a sip of his beer, and thinks* Well.... that would be cause of anger, but you weren't the only one who lost someone on the battlefield.
Remus: I know. Damnit, I know. I get that. *slams down his glass* I'm out of here. Thanks for the drink
Ed: Bye Stone.
Kyle: ....... *blinks* well that was unexpected
Ed: *shrugs* Done alot've that
Kyle: *eyes Ed* You going to storm out next, or just going to enjoy the atomsphere?
Ed: Too tired for the storming anymore
Kyle: Hmm.. well then excuse me a second. *jumps over the bar* Yo Stone. Come back here, you don't leave a bottle empty. *called out after Stone, trying to drag him back, maybe he didn't leave yet??*
Remus *stops at the door and spins on the spot* What? Come to rub it in my face more? No thanks. I came here to forget for a spell, not be reminded I'm a shit leader.
Kyle: Hey, I didn't say anything on your leadership skills. You're a great leader who's just at a rough patch right now. Keeping it bottled up doesn't help .
Remus: No, I gathered that part. But everyone tells me to get over it, that I'm not the only one with problems, that if I don't shape up I should resign. I just want to mourn in peace. Is that so much to ask...? *close to tears now*
Kyle: No, it's not. Everyone deserves that right, no matter their position. We say it offhandly to try to help you realize theres people you can mourn with, not to shove you off and tell you to grow a pair, it's an off way of trying to help.
Remus: Yeah... *mutters* Sorry...
Kyle: Don't be sorry. It's good to just rant at times. Let it alllll out.
Remus: *is silent a long moment* I need another drink.
Kyle: That, I can help you with, Just come back to the bar. *walks over to the bar and gets another bottle out for Remus*
Remus *takes a seat again* Thanks, Kyle.
Kyle: Anytime. *slides the bottle over to Remus* Anything else you need to rant about?
Remus *grabs the bottle, then just out of the blue, his eyes go from flat to overrunning* I just don't get it... she could have blocked that...
Kyle: Perhaps she was caught unaware, it was just her time.... like you said, the fates aren't fair at times.
Remus: Maybe... I guess... Damn it.. I just... *shakes his head and takes a drink* Just before the wedding...
Kyle: Oh, I had heard that rumor. You two were really going to tie the knot after the war then? *sighs* That sucks big time man. But maybe theres someone else out there for you, not today, or tomorrow, or even next week, but ten years down the road, who knows.
Remus *takes a deep breath* Yeah, maybe. I'd like to not live alone...I just always thought it would be with her.
Kyle: Yeah, young love has a way of doing that. But look, you're twenty-one. You'll bounce back. I know you will, you're a strong young man with a whole future ahead of him.
Remus: Maybe... *nods* Yeah, you're right. No reason I can't still have a life...
Kyle: Exactly, but it doesn't mean you should forget about her and just move on. I know thats what some people would probably say, but it doesn't help. What helps is accepting the fact she died, remembering her and honoring her memory by now letting your life drift away. I didn't know the girl, but I bet she wouldn't want to see that. Live for her.
Remus *nods* You're right. I'll live for her. She would have wanted me to be happy...
Kyle: *nods* There ya go. You're sounding better already.
Remus: Not wasting this drink though... this is good. *drinks more*
Kyle: *chuckles* Yeah it is and we always have it in stock if you ever need to stop by again and unburden yourself.
Remus: Careful or I'll take you up on that. Thanks, man.
Kyle: Just means more business for me. *chuckles* And anytime. Even Praetors need a break.
Remus: Well then, I'll see you around. And... for helping me out.... you skip training as much as you want. Within reason.
Kyle: Within reason. My reason or your reason? Because theres a big difference. *chuckles* Just kidding, I'll see ya around, can you make it back okay?
Remus: *chuckles* We'll see. And yeah, I should be fine. If I fall in the street... well, we'll see... *gets up and wobbles a bit* Hmm...
Kyle: *eyes him and stifles a laugh* First walks back are always a fun experience. I can easily take a break if you need a hand getting to the principia.
Remus: M-maybe... not a bad idea...
Kyle: Okay then. *clocks in his break and goes to help Remus stumble all the way to the principia*