May 16 20:03:30 107 PA - Moe Money
From Chronicles
May 16 20:03:30 107 PA - Moe Money
Kingsdale - Moe's Tavern
The drinks are cheap...er, there's a game on, and someone's probably been tossed out already. Or the big guy at the door is just in a good moon. Happy Hour's just getting going, but not everyone's not all that happy. Bridget is seated at the bar with a full glass with mostly melted ice. She must be really hot, or maybe just hasn't touched it much. Someone seems to think the first one, and she goes from idly bored to annoyed and waving her hand. He needs to move away, since she's watching the game. Sort of.
Upon entering the building, Celaeno promptly begins elbowing her way to the bar - apparently sticking her firmly in the category of Those Not All That Happy. With only the occasional slight grumbling and a few angry scowls, she makes her way there, promptly ordering a small pitcher as she glances around, utterly ignoring the displayed game for the moment as she glares about.
Bridget was not really watching the game, but it was an easy excuse to get Mr. Not Right, With Extra Beer Breath out of her line of vision, or smell. She looks back towards the door when there's another incoming, and notices a couple things about Celaeno. She's not who Bridget was hoping to see, she looks in a worse mood than Bridget is, and she's hopefully a better target for Mr. Not Right numbers one through five. That means her look over the other woman isn't total disappointment.
Whether Celaeno is in a worse mood, or this is simply how she behaves from time to time is perhaps up for argument, but any approaches from - well, anybody in the club are immediately squashed with all the force she can muster without inciting a riot. A quick pint is poured, which is promptly topped off after she assaults it. A ten-count, and she breathes a very sharp sigh, head drooping slowly to the table before lifting up again, brightly.
"I'll take whatever she's having..." Bridget quirks a brow as Celaeno seems to pop up alot different than before. It looks like a better different, so she'll see if that will work for her. Just to be safe, she asks the woman, "What was in that, anyway, or did you just need the drink that bad?"
Celaeno eyes the woman for a moment before sliding the entire pitcher in her general direction, "It's nothing fancy - have a glass if you want - but sometimes a drink's a nice thing to have. Though, if you ask me, it's the whole thing," her voice drops to as low a conspiratorial whisper as one can manage in Moe's while still being heard, "A few elbows here and there, a seat to rest upon, and not having to give a damn what the hell anybody thinks. Not even taking into account the alcohol making its first how-do-you-dos." She raises her pint with a waggle and a smile before taking an extended sip.
Bridget is first surprised, then has to laugh. "Make that just a empty glass." She corrects her order so she can just pour some from the pitcher, instead. "I don't think you really have to give a damn out there, either, but it's harder to find a place to sit, and there's nothing good to drink." She nods her head towards the exit. "Oh, yeah, and it's raining, too."
"You can always bring those things with you," Celaeno says brightly, "But not giving a damn's a bit more of an issue when you're not just another face in the pit. What brings you to the bar, hey? Just the rain, or are you out seeking fame and money at the bottom of a glass?"
Bridget takes a heavy gulp from her new drink and rolls her shoulders. "A little bit of everything. The money'd be nice, but I doubt I'll find it here. Not that a couple of the guys didn't try..." She snorts with that and moves on. "I like your reason, but it's hard being just another face when the drunks are in it all the time."
"A firm 'no' and the occasional jab to the kidneys tends to straighten them out," Celaeno says nobly. "Though when it doesn't, it /really/ doesn't," she admits with a soft humming. "But that's not too big of a problem - you want somewhere you're alone, you stay home and drink. So obviously you don't mind the attention all that much - or you're just a glutton for annoyances. Either way, either way," she gives a dismissive wave of the hand.
"Found out a little neuro-shock to the testosterone works pretty damned well, too." Bridget winks over glass, then glances over towards the door. There's a sigh with the age-old, "I'm waiting for someone. Probably worse than the ones that have come up so far, too. But it's sort of the fame and money thing." She shrugs again.
Celaeno lets loose a slight snigger as she glances over to the tournament, one eyebrow going up as a large spurt of blood very nearly misses the camera. Oh well. "Sounds like a winning proposition, probably. Either you get your money and fame, or you get somebody to wail on. What's the job?"
Bridget takes another three gulps, this time. "I wish. No wailing, just a little meet, greet, and done. Nothing fancy, just damned boring. It isn't lucky if he gets dead before he gets here when I'm stuck waiting all night."
Celaeno eyes the woman for a moment, giving an ultimate shrug as she turns back to her drink smirking. "Well, I hope you get to springboard off him to a land of wealth. I'm sure it'll happen so long as you click your heels and believe really hard." She spins slowly to face the crowd, head cocking slowly to the side as she sips at her drink.
"More like working through enough bodies to make a pile." Bridget glance sideways again as she works on her glass. "Then you can climb up a little higher. There's no magic wand handing out wishes that I've ever found."
"Of course there is! You're just obviously not looking hard enough, or wishing for the right things," Celaeno begins to hum slightly under her breath as her eyes dart through the crowd. "Or maybe you are, It's not like I know you," she states brightly, an almost giddy grin flashing briefly across her face. "Now, are you working through the living bodies, or the not-so-living bodies? It's not exactly a winning proposition in either case, but there's a difference."
Bridget perks a brow up again. "What should I be wishing for? I'd wish for the tooth fairy if I thought it'd work. Bring a great big pile of teeth, too. And the bodies all depends."
Celaeno tsks, "You should wish for understanding and salvation," her voice lifts into a parody of any number of street preachers, the lofty exclamation eliciting a rather pointed response from a few of the nearby patrons. "Or barring that," she says swapping out the loftiness for sheepishness, "A fast 'cycle, a full flask, and an empty stretch of sky. What more could you possibly want?"
"Yeah..." The first half starts Bridget into a snicker, but the last dumps it into a frown. "The cycle would be a damned good part of that. I think I can find the rest easy enough. Don't think I'll be racing out of here anytime soon, though."
"There are plenty of 'em around. Just need to make sure you grab one fast enough to get you away from the owner. But if you're planning on sticking around, you're planning on sticking around. See, it's no use wishing for something if you're not willing to up something else." Celaeno finishes off her glass in a grand gesture, spinning back to the bar to half fill it.
Bridget blows out a sigh instead of taking in another swallow. "Really hard to outrun a laser. Even harder when you're pretty sure somebody's probably got one set on you from somewhere." Now she takes that drink, and empties it. "I'm wishing and upping, just a little piece at the time. That way, the one aiming won't see it coming. I hope."
"So you're pulling a job and running from somebody, hm?" Celaeno says, her smile lingering for a moment as she looks over Bridget, "Certainly has to be somebody out there willing to help a damsel so terribly distressed."
"Something like that." Bridget's shrug is pretty vague, too. There is a little perk afterwards, though. "If you find one that isn't just holding wishes out in one hand and hiding a knife with the other, let me know. Nothing's free, but I'm hoping to take a ride, not get taken for one."
"I'm sure you'll get it figured out. Everybody always does - more or less. Though I'd tend to think they'd be holding wishes in one hand and your choice of a rope or an empty bag in the other." Taking a sip, Celaeno pauses a moment before continuing, "To either, y'know. Make you work off the debt or have you fill the bag with money? It made more sense in my head."
Bridget nods to that, and her frown is anything but vague. She starts to lift up her glass in front of it, then frowns more because it was already empty. "Yeah, I already know a little about that." At least she remembers to refill this time.
Sip. Pause. Sidelong peer. "Well, it was nice sharing the drink, but I think it might well be time for me to shift somewhere else - rain or no rain. Hope your contact shows up, and you get your situation sorted. Shame there's nothing I can do - probably." She upends the half-pint, spinning the empty glass slowly in front of herself before taking to her feet.
"Not unless you can kick his ass in here on your way out." That thought gets Bridget to smirk, at least. It's an improvement over the scowling. The long gulp probably helps some, too. "Don't get -too- wet."
"I'll do my best to render everybody I come in contact with on the way out unable to do anything whatsoever. But since I don't know who the hell you're talking about, I don't like your odds. Have a good one," Celaeno says, beginning to make her way through the crowd with decidedly less vigor than one might have expected.
Bridget's smirk finally grows up to a laugh and she must waggle her drink at Celaeno. "Neither do I, so just kick everyone."
