http://take-theride.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] take-theride.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2009-11-08 01:42 am

OPEN

WHO: Raoul Duke, Selina Kyle, and YOU!
WHERE: A cheap bar.
WHEN: Saturday Night
WARNINGS: PROBABLY MANY.
SUMMARY: A stranger walks into a bar.
FORMAT: Whichever.



It was late, the good people of the city where at home, preparing for bed. The rest of them were downtown, looking for a fix... whatever their fix is.

Raoul Duke sat inside a dimly lit bar, tracing scratches and carvings in the wooden bar top with a finger. He hadn't been there long, but he'd already downed a beer and a half, his eyes shifting around the bar for any strange happenings, any inspiration. But for what? Duke hadn't typed one sentence that wasn't about some fuck-awful sports game since getting his job, and he was afraid he was loosing his touch.

The bar door opened, Duke glanced back. No one he recognized, not that he was expecting to. Probably another local.
meowminx: (just another day)

[personal profile] meowminx 2009-11-08 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
It had been a while since Selina had hit a bar. But she'd finally felt the pressure of Desire's influence fade. Felt better than she had in a while, really. So maybe it was time to celebrate. Before more zombies showed up or something.

A random bar, a stool, and a glass of scotch. Could have been anywhere. But just being around people, faceless and barely tolerable, felt good again.
meowminx: (bring it on)

[personal profile] meowminx 2009-11-08 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
She glanced over at the stranger, a bit surprised that someone in a place like this was asking a reasonable question. "Depends what you mean by crazy," she replied before taking a sip of her drink.
meowminx: (drop a dime)

[personal profile] meowminx 2009-11-08 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
She slowly raises an eyebrow. "Things seem to have quieted down on the Network." She was curious if he'd know which network she meant.
meowminx: (eyebrow raised)

[personal profile] meowminx 2009-11-09 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
She tapped a fingernail against her glass, raised an eyebrow. "You sound a bit paranoid."

And then a touch quieter, so the other patrons didn't hear: "You're another one of the imPorted, then?"
meowminx: (stare)

[personal profile] meowminx 2009-11-09 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
She knocks back the rest of her drink. "Same here. Got a name, or should I just call you Glasses?"
meowminx: (uh huh)

[personal profile] meowminx 2009-11-10 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Selina," she replied, clearly unimpressed with his title. "That mean you're press?"

She wasn't too fond of the press these days.
meowminx: (fourth drink)

[personal profile] meowminx 2009-11-10 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
She gestured to the bartender to get another drink for herself as well. "Occasionally, something legal."
meowminx: (it's like this)

[personal profile] meowminx 2009-11-10 09:37 am (UTC)(link)
He seemed a little twitchy. Maybe he was on something or maybe he was just that paranoid. "I think most people are a little more black and white than me."

[identity profile] sway-over-time.livejournal.com 2009-11-12 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
Suzi stumbled into the bar looking to grab a seat and catch her breath after spending most of the night wandering the city. After being told that she would die as soon as she left this place to go back into her own timeline, she had needed some air. But that didn't really matter right now.

Looking around the bar, she appreciated the dim light and the atmosphere that encouraged being left alone. Somewhat. She sat on a stool, wondering what it would take for her to get a drink.

As she waited for the bartender, hoping she wouldn't get carded, she overheard a snatch of conversation from the couple close by.

"I think it means she doesn't always like people telling her what she can and can't do," popped out of Suzi's mouth.
meowminx: (eyebrow raised)

[personal profile] meowminx 2009-11-14 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
Selina raised an eyebrow as she glanced over at the newcomer. "Something like that," she replied, not really willing to give either stranger more information.

[identity profile] sway-over-time.livejournal.com 2009-11-14 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
Suzi was surprised at a response and looked away asking the bartender for a drink. He asked for ID and she didn't really have any...

She sighed to herself, "It sucks to realize you've been messed with."

[identity profile] sway-over-time.livejournal.com 2009-11-15 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not that young!" Suzi frowns, not wanting to say much more.