The Bar

[Prince]

A small bar set in the back of Midtown. Don't be comin' in here unless you want alcohol, because that's all they've got. Besides, if your young and your in here, the chance of you getting out without getting hurt or worse is slim.

[Collin Russiani]

Red knew if Aria caught him here, he would be shot. But really, he needed to get out, and he figured going all the way to Manhattan would give him some fresh air, and keep him far away from those who throw him back in bed. Besides.... He needed to know what was going on. He hated to be out of touch in the newsie world, cause odds are something interesting had happened and he would never have known.

Hopping off the back of the wagon, he marveled at how easy it was to get out and get here. Walking through the doors, with a slight limp, he ordered himself a shot and sat at the corner of the bar, nestled in a corner so he could watch the door.

[fletcherthoms]

The doors swung open again a short while later, emmiting a tall man obviously in his mid to late twenties with a hat tipped down over his eyes a bit. Making his way up to the bar, he gave the barkeep a friendly smile and ordered a bottle of the strongest stuff they had.

Turning, bottle and glass in hand, he made his way over to one of the tables closer to one of the corners. And sat. And tucked happily into his bottle with a grin across his features.

[Collin Russiani]

Red finished the few shots he had ordered, head propped up by one hand. He looked over at the man who had just entered, not remembering if he had seen him around before. Well...time to be friendly! and...possibly get some of what he was drinking.

"Heya." Red slid off his stool, walking to him. "I dont remember seein you around here before." He wanted to sit in the seat across from him, but didnt want to appear rude. He'd rather his legs gave out.

[fletcherthoms]

"Dah, ye must've just missed me!" His words were accented by hand waving. Noting that his fellow patron didn't appear to be too strong on his feet, Fletcher gestured toward the chair opposite him with his glass. "Care for a drink, lad?" He asked with a grin, eyebrow raised a notch, pulling a glass out of what seemed like thin air and immidiately pouring some of the contents of his bottle into it.

[Collin Russiani]

Red smirked as he slid into the chair, glad to be off his feet again. At this rate he had no idea how he was supposed to get back to Queens, and having Jack find him walking around when he was supposed to be in bed was not an encounter he wanted to have.

"Indeed." He chuckled, taking the glass that was offered. Setting it gently on the table top he pulled his crimson hair back with a piece of cloth, a few strands falling over his eyes. "Ah, bettah." He murmurred as he took a sip of the drink.

[fletcherthoms]

A chuckle slipped passed Fletcher's grin and he, too, took a hearty drink - for it was definately more than a sip - from his glass. He wasn't one to argue what Red had said... Infact, he agreed whole-heartedly. Ruuuuuuuuuummmmm...

"Any particular reason as t' why ye're 'ere?" The glass met his lips again, resulting in the remaining liquid inside being drained. "Or ye jus' round for a friendly, peaceable time?"

[Collin Russiani]

"I needed ta get away....there's too much drama, not enough action." He answered, shrugging one shoulder. "I aint one to stay held up in a bed either." He muttered darkly, taking a large gulp from his glass. "Hell no."

[fletcherthoms]

"Daah, I understand ya's there," His dark hair flopped over the top of his forehead as he shook his head sadly as he poured himself another drink. "Sittin' round ain't for a man with any sense o' life." Granted, the man infront of him hadn't said 'sitting' as opposed to 'laying', but still.

"More rum?" Fletcher asked, bottle held up in question(more rum solved everything).

[Collin Russiani]

Red smirked, "I dont think i caught your name." He tossed back the rest of his drink, "Im Red." He held his glass out. "And yes, more rum. What would the world do without rum?"

[fletcherthoms]

The rum was poured obligingly. "Just as I 'adn't caught yours, lad." Despite being on the way to a nice, thunderous hangover, Fletch still had his wits about him. He gave Red a calculating look before continueing. "Th' name's Fletcher. - And yes, Red: What would the world do without rum!"

[Collin Russiani]

Red laughed, "Ill tell ya." He took a swig. "It would be one very sorry place." His eyes were calculating as he watched the other as well, but a man that shared a drink and a name couldnt be all that bad.

[fletcherthoms]

Fletcher nodded solumnly. Life without rum or beer or gin or... well, would be death and Hell. He shook his head. One went out drinking to forget sad subjects! Not immerse onesself in them again.

"So..." He leaned back in his chair with a slight creak, drink in hand. "..How's fate treatin' ye's?"

[Collin Russiani]

Red seemed to ponder the question over, finally ending on, "...She might have been a bit kindah, but i cant complain much. I have a fiancee, a child on the way, and i have myself. I cant really ask foah more den dat, now can I?"

He propped his head up with one hand, "And you?"

[johnmarks]

After a nice day at work John decided to find a place to grab a drink. He found a nice little place in Midtown Manhattan. He walked it. He thought it was a nice place. He sat at the bar.."scotch on the rocks please."

The bartender nodded. A few minutes later a scotch was in front on him. He picked it up and sipped it. He looked around at the occupants of the bar. He nodded his head and took another sip.