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Post by Vladimir T. Strife on Oct 15, 2007 23:42:46 GMT -5
As the front door opens, Vladimir makes his way through the empty bar, walking to the counter and taking a seat. The bartender sets a cold Killian's in front of him and Vladimir nods in thanks, popping off the top. He takes a long drink and gazes down the inside of the neck, deep in thought. He seems more somber than usual as he raises the bottle once more, taking a long drink and setting it back on the counter.
TBCB Anyone
(Sorry it's short, just bored)
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Post by Alex Stall on Oct 16, 2007 4:10:22 GMT -5
The sound of the door opening doesn't catch much attention as usual, only a few people looking to notice yet another familiar face from GHW. Alex Stall walks in and brushes his hair back, looking around the bar without his usual smile. The man is wearing a pair of light blue jeans, a black "Solid Core Wrestling" t-shirt with a gray long sleeved shirt underneath and his usual black boots. He walks forward towards the bar, not recognizing the mess of brown hair on a man he's known for longer than anyone else in the Federation. He sits at the bar, the barkeep setting down a Killian's Irish Red and nodding to him. Alex opens his beer and takes a good healthy drink of it before looking over and shakes his head at the sight of Vlad. "Think we can keep from fighting for one day, for old times sake? After how badly you kicked my ass in our match I don't want to try it again tonight." Alex looked at the bottle of beer instead of Vladimir, as if ashamed of his loss or just disheartened by the fact that twice he'd failed to beat Vladimir. The slightly younger man brushes his hand through his hair again, a look of disappointment in his face as he took yet another deep drink of his beer.
TBCB: Vladimir
((OOC: Wow, this brings back some memories, good old times in SCW haha))
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Post by Vladimir T. Strife on Oct 16, 2007 4:48:28 GMT -5
Vladimir looks over for a second, seeing that it's Alex Stall sitting beside him. As he turns back to his beer, he nods his head gently.
"Yeah... I don't feel much like fighting anyhow.."
Vladimir takes another drink of his beer, pouring it down his throat before requesting another with the raise of a finger. The bartender complies and Vlad twists the cap off of another beer, taking it by the neck and taking a drink. As he sets it back to the counter, curiosity strikes him.
"What brings you here?"
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Post by Alex Stall on Oct 16, 2007 5:38:12 GMT -5
Alex finishes off his beer as well, holding up three fingers and nodding to the bar tender. He sets a Killian's down for the Canadian and two shot glasses, one in front of each man. He pours them each a shot of Canadian Club whiskey while Alex opens his beer and takes a drink. "Here, now you can never say I haven't given you anything besides a headache or some tore up body part. And me, I'm here a lot.... just seems to be the only place I can keep myself calm sadly...." Alex takes another drink from his beer, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and sliding one out of the pack. He places it between his lips and pulls a lighter from his pocket, raising it and striking the flint to produce the flame. Alex stares at the fire for a second before lighting his cigarette and dropping the lighter on the counter, pushing the pack to Vlad offering him one.
Alex in turn takes a deep drag off of his cigarette and exhales the smoke slowly, seemingly deep in thought. He looks to Vlad after taking another drink of his beer and nods to him. "What about you? It seems you are in here a few times a week as well, I remember back when we used to hang out with Hyper and The Bear. How are Nate and Julie by the way?" Alex said this as if talking to a long time friend he hadn't seen in possibly years. He places his now free hand, having set his beer down, around the shot glass and lifts it, waiting to see if Vlad will as well.
TBC: Vlad
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Post by Vladimir T. Strife on Oct 16, 2007 5:51:07 GMT -5
Vladimir downs the shot with Alex and sets the glass back down gently. He lets out a sigh and takes one of the cigarettes, lighting it up as well and taking a long drag from it.
"They've been doing great. Fighting less than usual, but it's never serious with them anyhow."
Vlad sighs and takes another deep drink from the bottle.
"As for why I'm here, why not? I mean, if you're bored, a beer picks you up, if you get good news, might as well celebrate with a beer and if you get bad news, beer takes the edge off. There's a million reasons to drink, just not sure which to claim today."
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Post by emblem on Oct 16, 2007 6:21:36 GMT -5
Emblem enters the bar, and walks straight at the counter, hardly noticing Vlad or Alex. The bartender could already guess what Emblem would want, and puts a cold Heineken beer in front of him. Emblem opens it, and takes a nice, long gulp.
Bartender: How come you always take that beer?
Emblem: reminds me of home sweet home, and beer always comforts, in some way...
Emblem looks to his left, and sees Alex and Vladimir. Emblem looks at them, but sees no intent to kill at the moment. Surprised at that, Emblem scratches his cheek and sideburns, before asking.
Emblem: So Im sitting next to Vladimir and Alex, and both seem to be pretty different then usual, so guys, what's bothering you both?
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Post by Vladimir T. Strife on Oct 16, 2007 6:40:30 GMT -5
Vladimir looks to Emblem and gives a small smile, respecting the fact that the former janitor had always been a guy that cut to the chase of things. He takes another drink of his beer and sets it down.
"Well, just contemplating a few things, man. Got some bad news from back home that's eating away at me and a cold one always helps take the edge off of things."
Vlad looks over to Alex, as if saying it was his turn to spill the beans about what's bothering him.
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Post by Alex Stall on Oct 16, 2007 6:50:32 GMT -5
Alex tosses his finger up and gets another shot, downing it as he hears Vlad's problem and looks at Emblem with a slightly shocked look. He hadn't really known the man, but something about him now intrigued him. Alex shrugged his shoulders, taking a hit off of his cigarette and knocking the ashes into a glass ashtray near his hand. "Me? I've just been having a rough couple of months. Izzy dumped me, my car was stolen, I got screwed out overall in trying to help an old friend and my depression from a few years back is coming on again. Damn anti-depressants....." Alex said quickly, trying to get it out in one breath so he didn't have to linger on the thoughts. He downs the rest of his beer and orders another as Vlad and Emblem both take drinks of theirs.
Alex looks between them, realizing both men admitted to his subconscious problem as well. He opened the new beer but this time let it sit there a moment, taking a drag off of his cigarette. "Maybe I miss being home as well. It's be nice to go and visit my parents and sister, possibly see my new nephew for the first time. You two may remember Angel, she was the first Genesis General Manager, she had a baby a few months ago, could be another big problem...." Alex sighed, spilling his guts to a man he'd recently attacked to get to Dave Carter and a man who everyone thought was no more than a bitter enemy. He takes another drink of his beer and shakes his head, hoping one of the other two men would talk so he could get away from the thoughts he'd started having.
TBC: Emblem, Vlad or Anyone else.
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Post by Vladimir T. Strife on Oct 16, 2007 6:54:31 GMT -5
Vladimir chuckles suddenly and takes another puff of the cigarette he has before putting it out as well.
"Look at this, Vladimir Strife, Emblem, and Alex Stall sitting in a bar actually having a civilized conversation. Almost sounds like the start of a joke. So, Emblem, what brings you in here?"
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Post by Hayden on Oct 30, 2007 3:58:21 GMT -5
Emblem is about to open his mouth to answer when the door to the bar swings open once more. Vlad looks over at the door, sheilding his eyes from the flood of light that had just seeped into the dreary bar, and sees the figure of Hayden HardKore approaching the bar, yet he hadn't seemed to notice the men yet. Hayden orders a lemon, lime and bitters from the bartender, and takes a look around the bar for the first time, spotting Emblem, Alex and Vladimir. Cautiously, he heads over to the men, yet he picks up pace when neither man seems too amazed to see him.
Vlad: I kinda half expected somebody such as yourself to walk in here.
Hayden reaches the men and takes a seat in silence. All three of the men are waiting for him to say something, and for a moment, they sit in complete silence, until Hayden breaks the tension.
Hayden: Wow, this is kinda awkward. Sorry to be the mood killer. I never thought I would be sitting in either of your company if it wasn't in the hospital, and a civilised conversation at that, seems kind of ironic. For now, I leave all bad blood at the door ok? What brings you all down here?
The bartender returns with Hayden's drink as he awaits for somebody to reply.
TBC
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