|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 2:36 pm
Discovering the power was off on the jukebox was a heartbreak Jerry could deal with. What he couldn't was the awkward situation of knowing who to go speak to. He owed Rep and Harrison a congratulations and a proper hello. As prickly as Rep sometimes was, the ginger was one of Jerry's best friends on the island, and he was dying to go say something- Harrison, he was fairly sure hated him, but he was very fond of the blond-haired Moony. Now was certainly not the time to get the full skinny on what had happened between the three of them either, but with Jordan looking so moody, he couldn't help himself. He swung his guitar off of his shoulder to gently rest it down against the bar top as he flopped down on the stool beside Jordan with a wide encouraging smile, "THERE'S A JUKEBOX DID YOU SEE!"
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 2:52 pm
It was a relief, and Jordan couldn't help a small smile. "I saw," he answered. "What's your poison?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 2:54 pm
"I couldn't look at the song list with it turned off- Oh." Jerry continued to babble in excitement before he remembered where they were sitting, glanced at the bar top and the drink in Jordan's hand, and considered for a moment if this was a test. "Pineapple juice?" He ventured warily, although it was clear he was sorely tempted to add, 'and vodka', but... His fingers drummed anxiously on the table as he pushed his glasses up his nose, debating for a tedious moment, "And maybe a little vodka?" He ventured warily.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 3:09 pm
"I meant music," Jordan clarified, tilting his head. "What would you listen to, if you had any song in the world available?" The drink in his hand was clear - either vodka straight or water. (It was water.)
He made no comment on Jerry's drinking habits. He'd been disapproving previously, but he'd been drinking more recently himself, and he wasn't about to comment on coping mechanisms as long as they weren't in conflict with duties.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 3:22 pm
He gave a whistle, leaning back on the stool as he considered. "Any song? Far too many. But honestly? I'd love to hear something new. Runic radios that can actually pick up American wave lengths aren't cheap, I've been so out of the loop- on leave last I heard a few new good ones but like heck if I know who did it or remember any of the lyrics... there was one that was like... er..." He 'na-na-na'ed' himself through the missing lyrics to a tune that could have been anything, "You know it?" He gave an exasperated sigh. "If not that, then some Pink Floyd would be great- What about you?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 3:28 pm
Jordan actually laughed a little. "Pink Floyd's such a cliche," he answered. "Not that they're not good, but man, every stoner in the world has Pink Floyd on the playlist. The English-speaking world, anyway. Ticking away, the moments that make up a dull day -- existential angst, man." He ignored pointedly that he'd been the picture of existential angst not long before.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 3:39 pm
"Do I look like a stoner?" Jerry pouted before laughing, "Fine, fine, how about.... Country Joe - What are we fighting for?" Before Jordan could make fun of him, he slung an arm over his shoulder and began singing,
"Well, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.
And it's one, two, three- Come on, you know this one, don't you?" He laughed, "I made a Deus version of that song that didn't go down very well, but I keep getting it stuck in my head ahahaha!"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 3:43 pm
"Do you want me to answer that, really?" Jordan leaned on the table, his smile getting more genuine. He reached out to pluck lightly at the collar of Jerry's Hawaiian shirt. "You know I don't sing, dude, I swore off after choir."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 3:48 pm
"Well, I'm not going to stop until you do!
What are we fightin' for?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn!
Next stop is Vietnam!
And it's five six seven, open up the pearly gates!
Aint no time to wonder why-" He left the song off, giving Jordan an expectant beaming smile.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 3:59 pm
"Whoopie, we're all gonna die," Jordan supplied, and laughed, quiet but genuine. "Uplifting choice of songs," he said dryly, but his eyes held amusement rather than the sheer misery that he'd been nursing since he came into the bar.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 4:21 pm
"I'm fairly certain no matter what song I chose, it'll probably be horribly inappropriate," He laughed, "And it's probably best I stick to pineapple juice to keep those to a minimum. Man, I don't know if a bar on the island is brilliant, or horrible."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 4:51 pm
"Yes," Jordan agreed, giving Jerry a wry smile, and then, softer, "Thanks, dude."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 5:16 pm
"Thanks for what?" He laughed, "I've missed social interaction in general, let me tell you, and it's a total relief to see you in one piece still... for the most part." He cleared his throat and straightened his glasses again, "So um. How's... how's Robert? Still alive?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 5:20 pm
Melvin was somewhat sad to see the bar completed. It had meant that one of the projects on his list that had taken a lot of time was gone, and he couldn't spend time alone sweeping a dusty floor free of plaster and wood chips or sanding a wall in the back. It had let him be tired, worn, and focused on other things, but with finished projects came events for celebration, and not only did it seem like it was an occasion for the bar to open, but for Rep and Harrision to marry. Despite all the talk about it happening, Melvin never really considered it happening so suddenly. It was one of those things often talked about on Twitter that you just never gave it much thought of how soon it was planned. With Jordan leaving the group, he expected there to be an even further delay just handle whatever emotions or details were left to settle. It seemed the opposite was true, and the marriage annoucement came quickly. He was rather stunned, to be frank, but he guessed on an island where things could change quickly.......
He tried not to think about it.
Overall, it was best to do things as soon as possible - else you would come to regret your decisions and missed opportunities. It was nice to see the wedding happen and he admitted he was in the mood for an event that wasn't a mission or a meeting. It felt normal. A bar, a wedding, and friends. It was also one of the few groups he didn't feel too awkward being in.
Entering the bar, Melvin wore a black suit with a white dress shirt. Saliva, the pen, was clipped to his lapel, and he came in wearing a pair of glasses and not his traditional goggles for the occasion. He had brought an envelope simply because, for a man who hoarded everything and a grumpy Moon he didn't know much, he didn't know what to give them. It felt a bit cheap to not be more inventive, but he knew the money would be better used than a punch bowl or some tanning kit (he felt Rep might already own one anyways).
Setting the envelope on the gift table, he walked about and noticed Jerry and Jordan at the bar. He had been wondering if Jordan would avoid the event to keep away from any drama during the special event, but he guessed what he said was true that they were all still friends despite the breakup. Even more alarming to see was two golems - simply because these creatures could not be people. Who the hell were they?!
He sorta just looked a bit stunned at them as to why they were even here. Quote: A crisp envelope with a small note of congrats and $400 tucked inside.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 9:18 pm
Tracey's fanged grin turned extra specially wicked at B0nez reaction, the ghost boil irritated him pretty much every time he had to deal with him, so it was fantastic once in a while to turn the tables and be the one doing the actual irritating for a change.
"We are so. It's real, contractual and binding, maybe you shouldn't have chosen the "avatar" you did. Because you are stuck with it."
Tracey shrugged and gave the other golem a grin.
"Don't get me wrong though. I would rather have the double bonus still myself. I'm not happy about Ferr and Jordan just walking away. I would rather it was all three. Safety in numbers and all that."
It was his turn to make a blah blah blah gesture with his hand. "Wah wah I'm B0nez and I'm too afraid to pick the interesting options."
Rep, elsewhere in the bar was sure he could hear Jerry singing and was already worrying about wether he'd be able to do this ceremony or whether he should make a run for the beach. Melvin got a weak little wave of panic and anxiety from where he stood though.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
