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thisavrou_log2015-12-13 10:55 pm
intherigging) wrote in thisavrou_log2015-12-13 10:55 pm
[Open!]
Who: Jacky Faber and whomever wishes!
When: December 12th & ongoing
Where: The Bar
What: Jacky’s at the bar, slinging drinks and trying to keep up the cheer
Warnings: None planned!
[Another day on the ship, another day behind the bar. Alone. While she’s glad that Miles is alright, and that he’s doing the smart thing and resting instead of getting into trouble (hypocrisy, thy name be Faber), it still means that she’s been spending most of her day in the bar without much company.
When the door opens, she looks up and pastes on her vulpine-grin.]
Hello! What can I get ya?
[OOC note: this post is open to all bar shenanigans, be it hanging out, drunken sorrows, or drinking songs.]
When: December 12th & ongoing
Where: The Bar
What: Jacky’s at the bar, slinging drinks and trying to keep up the cheer
Warnings: None planned!
[Another day on the ship, another day behind the bar. Alone. While she’s glad that Miles is alright, and that he’s doing the smart thing and resting instead of getting into trouble (hypocrisy, thy name be Faber), it still means that she’s been spending most of her day in the bar without much company.
When the door opens, she looks up and pastes on her vulpine-grin.]
Hello! What can I get ya?
[OOC note: this post is open to all bar shenanigans, be it hanging out, drunken sorrows, or drinking songs.]
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[Eggsy grins, cause he does think fondly of Harry, though it's strange he's here, and he's still adjusting to the fact that when he's from, Harry is dead. He doesn't think the man has told anyone, and he doesn't think that he will.]
Yeah, somethin' like that. My dad worked with 'im before he died. Harry told my mum and me that he owed us a favor, and I was lookin' at eighteen months, so I called him.
[He shrugs, a sheepish look on his face.]
He said I had potential, gave me work. Told me he was proud of me. [Which simultaneously embarrassed him and made him want to puff up.] M'glad he's here.
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You must be real good, then, if he's proud of you. I'm glad you've someone from back home, here. I imagine it's got to be a whole lot less strange, eh?
[She hadn't missed that somewhat oblique reference to serving time.] If ye don't mind me asking, what'cha do that almost got you sent away? Nick something?