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 Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 7:15 pm
Preacher had wandered into Darlene's not because she could finally afford to eat and drink out on the regular, but because she'd heard many stories about the place's owner. He knew things about things before even those things knew! Or something like that. Whatever, it was an excuse to try and see what was up with Ashdown (hah! punny). After one subtle slide of elbow against ribs, she was inside and slid into a seat. Preacher then proceeded to stare, mostly unblinking, at Borr until he noticed her.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 7:38 pm
Borr was working, you know, doing that thing bartenders do where they talk and listen and schmooze. He didn't immediately notice being watched, picking up a tip of ones from the bar top and folding them with one hand to stuff into a box behind the bar. Someone did notice the strange newcomer though. A silver and black spotted great dane stood tall, inching and sniffing towards Preacher with interest and wagging her tail.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 7:52 pm
Preacher tried, she really did try to stay strong, to keep her eyes on the prize. (Even if the prize was an old biker dude.) But, but there was a dog and she couldn't help but lean over and dangle her fingers towards the beastie. She wiggled them in what she hoped was a 'come here' motion. "Here, doggie, doggie.." she whispered. Was this how dogs worked? Preacher had only ever had a cat and cats did not come when called.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2016 8:14 pm
Pretty much any attention, to a dog, was 'come here' motions. The dane wriggled forward, a heavy paw planting on Preacher's lap to push up and lap messily at her face. That got Borr's attention and he whistled sharply, the Dane landing back on four feet again as the large man approached. "Sorry about that. She likes new people."
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 10:32 am
Preacher giggled as the big dog lapped at her face, looking every inch the teenager she was. "Nah, animals are the only pure things in this world; it's all good." She reached out to scratch around the dane's ears. Maybe cats were better, though, less.... wet. "What's her name?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 12:37 pm
"This is Knucklehead. Or princess more often than not," Borr gave the Dane a head pat, "The other fatty is Dummy." At hearing his name a fat rottweiler waddled out from the back and heavily ran over to also wriggle at the stranger and lick since this apparently was allowed. "Can I get you a menu or something to drink?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2016 1:44 pm
"Dummy and Knucklehead. I see." She smiled a bit at that combination. "Hm? Oh yeah, can I get a beer? Whatever's cheap and on draft." She needed to ask about spooky weird Ashdown s**t, too. Reluctantly, she pulled her hand from Knucklehead so that she could better focus.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 8:14 pm
Borr's brows lifted and he smiled, "Can I see some ID?" The dogs seemed to understand that phrase, possibly asked often, and Knucklehead tilted her head at the girl.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2016 10:56 am
"You can, but it ain't gonna say what you need it to. Can I get a rootbeer?" She grinned up at Borr. If he'd not carded her, she would have not accepted a beer anyway, she thought. Preacher had to be upstanding or some s**t like that. She worked for the PD now. "Also, someone told me you were tha guy to ask about spooky s**t around here. Well, you n some others. Going down the list."
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2016 5:32 am
Borr laughed at that, "One root beer then. Brand? We've got Barq's, Stewarts, MUG, A&W and I bring in some of the Pennsylvania Dutch brand from PA because it's my favorite." He winked. He happened to be a pennsylvania boy himself. "Spooky s**t?" Borr pressed a big finger to his own chest, "Me?" He looked a little flattered, "Well I've been in town a long time, I'll answer what I can." When he got back with her drink of course.
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Posted: Sat Aug 13, 2016 5:59 pm
She screwed up her face in thought. "I've never had the Pennsylvania stuff - so that, then." Preacher wasn't from around this area and had frankly never heard of it. If she hated it, so be it. She had some loose money from her paycheck; she could take this hit. "Yeah, I heard this place has a big ol' history of spooky s**t. And everybody knows diner and bar guys hear ********' everything." Preacher pondered what exactly to ask while he bustled away... Maybe she should have thought of this beforehand.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2016 4:17 pm
"But a bartender is like a priest.." Borr chuckled, "we've got a bit of a code." Listen and don't repeat. Of course Borr had broken that a few times but they were all close friends and he'd been helping them on that level. "I'll be back with your root beer, and maybe you'll have a bit more specific a question when I come back." Because the town was weird, yes, but what more could he say? He himself was just a normal guy living in it. He heard the rumors like everyone else. It was a minute or two that Borr had stepped away, when he came back the rootbeer was in a frosty glass for her and set down, "Now what is it that you seem to think I know?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2016 11:56 pm
Once Borr had walked away, Preacher rolled her eyes and hunched over the counter. She just wanted to know everything, was that too much to ask? She kicked her feet in the air, wishing she was a little taller. She looked up as he returned, taking a drink while she thought of what exactly to ask. "Well," Preacher said. "-what would ya tell someone new to town - like to warn them or whatever?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2016 10:13 am
"Warn them?" Borr stroked his beard after he'd set the drink down for the young woman, "Warn them about what? We've got decent weather, beaches, good food and some interesting folklore." Perhaps she was looking to the wrong person, as Borr didn't seem to be magical in any way, and besides his bar being able to get every tv channel ever, nothing about Darlene's seemed to supernatural either. "I'd say you need to take the weird with a grain of salt," The big man smiled.
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2016 11:19 am
Preacher huffed, loudly. This obviously wasn't the kind of answer she wanted. She'd have thought Borr would be the one to know things, even if he hadn't been personally accosted by a cat-boy. Did no one make use of their bartenders like in the movies? She settled for pointing a finger at him. "The weird is real," she said ominously. And took a drink of her rootbeer.
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