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Booker's Favorite Drinks ;

● Absinthe Terminus ●

● AVIATION ● gin, maraschino liqueur, crème de violette, and lemon juice

● Blue Star Monogram Whiskey ●

● garrett's xxxx baker rye ●

● Honey-Bourbon Toddy ●

● Wilson Whiskey ●

Feel free to meet him at the bar; comment with subject: CHARACTER | RP GAME/NONE GAME RELATED | OPEN/CLOSED
Last update: October 13, 2014

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[deus_machina]

Inevitably, Adam had started hitting the harder liquor the later the night got. Between the two of them they'd polished off all their food, plus a plate of nachos each, and another order of wings. The counter was kept tidy by the bartender thankfully or it would have looked like a party had happened in the establishment rather than just two drunkards on a typical night.

"Pain goes with ya, wherever... you go." This was Adam's deep thought on the subject. He was turned around so that his back was facing the bar, and his elbows were resting up on it behind him, and his head leaned back. He stared up at the ceiling lights, enjoying how they danced before his vision. "No matter. Always there."

Adam blinked a few times behind his lenses and lowered his chin to stare out across the bar. They were the only ones left, which wasn't unusual. He nudged his friend in the side with one elbow. "Hey, you call the cab? I's ain't called it."

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Booker agreed, flatly. The fact was he wasn't enthused about pain following him around. It didn't matter what situation he was in, what he wanted to do, or how far he distanced himself, the pain was always as close as his shadow.

He pitied them, the family trying to build a life around their void as if their son would someday be totally forgotten. He couldn't, or wouldn't, see it any other way; they were leaving to forget him.

"Huh?" Booker blinked over to Adam then quickly to the bartender. "Right..." He slid off his chair, steady but ungracefully all the same. He went to the phone booth and sat himself down before he picked up the receiver. For a while he listened to the dial tone, finding an annoying comfort in it's hum but soon it beat with distress and he had to hangup the receiver and pick it back up to reset the tone, this time he didn't hesitate to call the operator for a cab. The number he couldn't recall, no matter how familiar.

When that was finished he leaned on the wall, inside the booth, and closed his eyes to the sound of the receiver hanging up again. His hand then dropped to his lap and he blinked his eyes closed. Anna..

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Adam watched his friend from the safe distance of the bar, safe observation distance. He could tell Booker was struggling, and he knew him well enough to know when he was starting to get into a slump. He frowned as Booker literally slumped against the payphone booth wall and remained there looking like an old, beaten fighting dog.

He finished off the last gulp of a whiskey he had ordered earlier and he pushed himself up to stand. Adam moved in a wavering line toward the door, not to leave but to retrieve his trench coat. With a momentary struggle getting his arms into the sleeves, he snapped the high collar up into place and moved over to the booth and began pulling Booker out with a supportive arm under the other man's arms, around his friend's back.

"We don't haves to go home yet if don' wanna." Adam helped Booker toward the door, hoping some fresh air would liven them both up some. That's when Adam got a, so he thought, brilliant idea. "Elizabeth'd still be workin." She was a waitress at one of those posh establishments uptown, some rich man named Loki owned it. It was a gentleman's club, where the waitresses wore the pleasure of Loki's whims and always looked amazing for it. Booker and Adam had gone there on a case late last year and this one waitress had taken an interest in Booker. Booker didn't seem to think so, but Adam saw the way she looked at him.

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Once outside Booker rubbed at his chin and face, the cold was biting to his flesh and he loosened his collar to welcome it down to his chest. A feeling that revived him, roused him if only a little and he was somewhat more aware than he was before. He turned to Adam at the idea and gave a small nod.

Elizabeth.

A sweet girl in a lion's den--if he were just talking about men it was more than they were worth, a lion. But the gentlemen's club was still accommodating for female patrons and he wouldn't necessarily categorize the fairer sex with men. Sure they had their own ways of viciousness but men were capable of such depths for the fairer sex.

"M'drunk.." Maybe too drunk.

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"Jus one more, one more drink. Elizabeth'll take care of ya. Come on." Adam gave Booker's back a clap, then a squeeze on his shoulder as the cab came rolling up to the curb. Adam held onto Booker as they moved together for the door and he helped his friend inside, carefully guiding Booker's head down so that he didn't hit it as he got into the back seat.

Once in the cab, Adam relaxed with his head leaned back and eyes closed. The cabbie asked where to and the name came easily to his memory. "Club of Tricks." He'd worked there a few years back, as part of working for Loki in general. Adam had been head of security for Loki and a few of his properties, including the club. Elizabeth hadn't worked there then, but Adam came and went off and on over the years and that one time when he'd first met her, Booker had been there too. The chemistry between the two had been thick almost from the start.

He smiled to himself as they lulled and rocked with the movement of the vehicle. Maybe tonight the two would finally admit they liked each other and do something about it. "Christ."