Post by Smoke on May 19, 2016 20:35:12 GMT -5
It was a room. It was a very large room, almost like a warehouse. Air conditioning vents could be seen overhead and well out of reach of even the tallest of patrons. Inside though, happy hour was just beginning and people were crowding around drinks and greasy foods. A single long table ran down the center of the room, with smaller round tables with stools propped around the edges. The whole place had a shiny, slick, and new feel from the black counters, and chrome detailing on the furniture. A bar rested against one wall, the bathrooms were at the far corner, and an empty stage where a band could set up populated another corner. Many people crowded around the patches of smaller tables, and gathered in clumps along the long table. The windows were nearly floor to ceiling and let in plenty of light from the outside, while showing the crowded parking lot out front, and the less crowded lot around the side. Not everyone who'd parked a car there was inside the pub. Some would be going to the small clothing outlet next to it, or the electronics store even further down. Enough people were present and enjoying themselves that it plenty loud inside.
Plenty loud for Smoke, at least. He'd stopped his drifting and entered here, lurking near high ceiling as scattered fog and cloud, mingling with the sizzling steam and smoke from the small kitchen in the place. Places like these fascinated him. For one thing, people acted so strange in these bars and pubs. They were loud, boisterous, and... frequently unwise. Sometimes they would drink themselves silly. He'd seen it happen. He'd noticed that most people here in the afternoon limited themselves though. He'd read about intoxication on the internet. He'd given it up as something that he'd never truly understand.
Another reason these places fascinated him was how familiar it, and the behaviors he watched inside them seemed to him. He felt strongly that he'd experienced this sort of thing before, whether with friends, or alone.... There were no memories to go with it though, no matter how hard he focused on recalling. Nothing. So instead, he just watched and lurked, enjoying what he could by proximity and resting above.
His attention turned to a small disturbance beneath him. As it was building, he took a look at the players involved. Two men. Two young men, and one woman. Maybe a couple being interupted by someone? The couple looked like they'd come here together. Both had brown hair, the man's showing a darker shade than the woman's, and they were both dressed stunningly. The woman looked like red carpet material, but Smoke didn't consider himself to be the best judge of such things.
The other man looked pretty sure of himself as well, sauntering up with a pair of drinks, and trying to step between the couple. The man with the woman was quick to interpose himself between the two, and that woke up Smoke's attention for sure. Now he was waiting for trouble. It didn't come right away though....
The first of the set to speak was the man with the date. "Didn't think you'd show up around here again, Danny." Smoke thought he heard passive aggression in the man's voice. As if what he wanted to say was taking effort to hold inside. "You bringing us some drinks?" He said, not stepping out of the way, and gesturing down at Danny's filled hands.
"Look, Lockwood. I'm just here to talk to the lady." The woman glanced over and looked at him. She looked... bored? Annoyed? What was that expression she was wearing? "Christine, I want back in. C'mon, you know everyone."
Smoke tuned in the conversation.... Into what? What was he talking about?
Christine took a long slow sip of her drink as she fixed a steady stare on Danny's eyes, then set her drink down and spoke up. "I haven't the slightest idea what you mean, Danny. Go away." She turned her attention back to the menu with a near instant dismissal and started to turn back to to the table. "Trevor, what do you think looks good?"
Danny stood there behind the pair, as they ignored him, he looked dejected, but also furious. "Does he know? Did you even tell him?" Danny spoke up, projecting louder. Christine turned to look back, eyes blazing now as she rested those fiery orbs on Danny's visage.
"You should let me back in, because if you don't, I'm going to make sure he kn-." Suddenly, Trevor spun and lunged forward, his fist crashing into Danny, and sending the man careening to the ground, silenced. Smoke perked up his thoughts as he saw the exchange. There's been a light touch from Christine to Trevor, and he thought he'd seen... no "felt" something flash between them when she touched him. That was when Trevor had lunged out, and smashed in the face of Danny. Danny wasn't down yet though.... He'd been thrown across half the length of the room, skidding to a stop nearly half way across the floor, but he was pushing himself up now. Albeit, groggily.
He watched as the two squared off against each other. Most of the bar remained oblivious because of the noise, but the bouncer was on the way, as though he had some sixth sense about fighting.
Plenty loud for Smoke, at least. He'd stopped his drifting and entered here, lurking near high ceiling as scattered fog and cloud, mingling with the sizzling steam and smoke from the small kitchen in the place. Places like these fascinated him. For one thing, people acted so strange in these bars and pubs. They were loud, boisterous, and... frequently unwise. Sometimes they would drink themselves silly. He'd seen it happen. He'd noticed that most people here in the afternoon limited themselves though. He'd read about intoxication on the internet. He'd given it up as something that he'd never truly understand.
Another reason these places fascinated him was how familiar it, and the behaviors he watched inside them seemed to him. He felt strongly that he'd experienced this sort of thing before, whether with friends, or alone.... There were no memories to go with it though, no matter how hard he focused on recalling. Nothing. So instead, he just watched and lurked, enjoying what he could by proximity and resting above.
His attention turned to a small disturbance beneath him. As it was building, he took a look at the players involved. Two men. Two young men, and one woman. Maybe a couple being interupted by someone? The couple looked like they'd come here together. Both had brown hair, the man's showing a darker shade than the woman's, and they were both dressed stunningly. The woman looked like red carpet material, but Smoke didn't consider himself to be the best judge of such things.
The other man looked pretty sure of himself as well, sauntering up with a pair of drinks, and trying to step between the couple. The man with the woman was quick to interpose himself between the two, and that woke up Smoke's attention for sure. Now he was waiting for trouble. It didn't come right away though....
The first of the set to speak was the man with the date. "Didn't think you'd show up around here again, Danny." Smoke thought he heard passive aggression in the man's voice. As if what he wanted to say was taking effort to hold inside. "You bringing us some drinks?" He said, not stepping out of the way, and gesturing down at Danny's filled hands.
"Look, Lockwood. I'm just here to talk to the lady." The woman glanced over and looked at him. She looked... bored? Annoyed? What was that expression she was wearing? "Christine, I want back in. C'mon, you know everyone."
Smoke tuned in the conversation.... Into what? What was he talking about?
Christine took a long slow sip of her drink as she fixed a steady stare on Danny's eyes, then set her drink down and spoke up. "I haven't the slightest idea what you mean, Danny. Go away." She turned her attention back to the menu with a near instant dismissal and started to turn back to to the table. "Trevor, what do you think looks good?"
Danny stood there behind the pair, as they ignored him, he looked dejected, but also furious. "Does he know? Did you even tell him?" Danny spoke up, projecting louder. Christine turned to look back, eyes blazing now as she rested those fiery orbs on Danny's visage.
"You should let me back in, because if you don't, I'm going to make sure he kn-." Suddenly, Trevor spun and lunged forward, his fist crashing into Danny, and sending the man careening to the ground, silenced. Smoke perked up his thoughts as he saw the exchange. There's been a light touch from Christine to Trevor, and he thought he'd seen... no "felt" something flash between them when she touched him. That was when Trevor had lunged out, and smashed in the face of Danny. Danny wasn't down yet though.... He'd been thrown across half the length of the room, skidding to a stop nearly half way across the floor, but he was pushing himself up now. Albeit, groggily.
He watched as the two squared off against each other. Most of the bar remained oblivious because of the noise, but the bouncer was on the way, as though he had some sixth sense about fighting.