Bar RP

[colunderfire]

Because everyone needs to get drunk sometimes.

This is a free-for-all RP for muses of any universe.

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[youmissed]

Do you even need a reason to get drunk? John's of the school that you don't and furthermore, he's not even going to bother rationalizing it. John plus drink plus quiet corner equal happy John. Or at least, less pissy John. It's been one of those weeks.

John settles in the bar next to another guy. "I'll go for the blue one," he points at Whatever That's Called in the bottle. Beats him what the name of it is.

[colunderfire.livejournal.com]

And, surprisingly, so is Everett. And that's the guy in the Air Force uniform that John's settled next to.

"You sure you want that?" He says, glancing across to John. "I'm sure that you still value your stomach lining."

It seems to be a custom uniform, not one an airman would usually be seen in. It's camo fatigues, with some odd mission patches on his shoulders. One says SG-4, and the other looks like an A with a circle above it and the cross-bar missing.

[youmissed]

Glances at the army guy. John's far enough in his drinking that he's not too keen on getting worked up about patches and SGs-Go-Pick-A-Number and he'll be the first to tell Army Boy here that stomach lining's overrated. So he does:

"Didn't think I'd need it anyway," John tosses his drink back. "Live a little. You should try it."

[colunderfire.livejournal.com]

As long as John doesn't call him Army Boy, everything will be fine. The Air Force get a little picky about their identity.

"No thanks. I've lived enough to know not to touch that stuff unless I'm depressed." Young comments, glancing to John. "Rough day?"