OPEN

[walkingshitshow]

Who: Everyone and anyone
What: Grand Opening/Gathering post fun
Where: Pour Judgement - Jessica's bar
When: 6-14 night

Pour Judgement is officially open!

Sure, Jessica has been at the bar pretty much every day since receiving the key and has been letting people hang out if they had stopped by but now is the grand opening. Everyone who wants to come in will be allowed to do so since the staff is in place and they are full up on everything they need. Drinks are cheaper, the music is playing, and there is even a dance floor if anyone is so inclined.

For the most part, Jessica is milling about just keeping an eye on things. She will be behind the bar if the bartenders need help or she can be found at one of the corner booths nearby. Mostly, she just wants everyone to have a good time. Except for anyone looking to cause trouble. Those people won't have a good time at all.


[ Go ahead, post your people, and tag around! If you want Jessica, I will have a thread for her below. Feel free to find her anywhere in the bar. ]

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[greatdeliverer]

"Does it?" Sam turns around and leans back against the sink area behind him. "I guess you could stop coming to the bar, or never order from the noodle place. But it's not a huge town. We're bound to see each other eventually."

[finalrequest]

Higgs actually stares at Sam for a long moment, brows raised. It might be a little hard to tell, though, with the hood up, and his tattoos in place of eyebrows. "That doesn't mean it's not possible to pretend the other doesn't exist. Me, I've been doin' it for a while already."

He tries, at least, to say it casually, with a little shrug of his shoulders. It's not entirely convincing.

[greatdeliverer]

"Really. Because you've been on my mind since the day I saw your network post. Just -- knowing you're there. Thinking about it, in the back of my head. Wondering what you might do."

[finalrequest]

That makes him snort. "Well, you'll be disappointed to hear I've done a whole lotta nothin' around here. Been spending most of the time at the library, even when I'm not workin'"

And he has been. Keeping a low profile, not sticking his neck out. Higgs isn't interested in any of that shit.

After all, he's supposed to be dead.

[greatdeliverer]

"I saw all your books, in your shelter. The library suits you." Or at least suits Sam's idea of Higgs, from what he gathered about him from his shelter. His journal.

He gets a drink order in and goes to deliver it, mulling things over. Trying to figure out how he feels about Higgs being here.

When he gets back to the bar, he asks, "Will you stop coming here, now that you know I work here?"

[finalrequest]

Higgs shakes his head at the question, not answering right away. He looks lost in thought. "I wouldn't've come in here in the first place if I'd known you worked here."

It's completely honest and matter-of-fact.

[greatdeliverer]

"It's a pretty small town. Be hard to avoid each other forever. Though you're welcome to try. I work for the noodle place too, so I guess don't order from them, just in case."

It seems a little ridiculous to Sam to try and keep at opposite ends of the town. There are only so many places to go, so many places to be. They're bound to run into each other again at some point, but far be it for Sam to try and fight Higgs on something when he's set his mind to it.

[finalrequest]

Higgs stares at Sam for a long moment, his brows rising. "Jesus, you're acting like you want us to be friends," is all he manages before he takes a long, deep drink of his beer.

"I don't got a problem with goin' about our separate lives here, even if that involves being around each other briefly every now and again."

[greatdeliverer]

"Did I say I wanted to be friends? No. I'm just saying we're gonna run into each other sometimes. So we might as well learn to deal with that.

I'm fine with living our separate lives. Just don't expect me to go out of my way just so you're not uncomfortable."

[finalrequest]

His brows raise again. "I fail to see your point. I haven't been doin' nothing to you, and I don't plan on startin'. That's as much as I'm gonna bother with."

This conversation is starting to spoil his drink. "You want me to leave so badly, you can throw me out without all of this runaround bullshit." He stands abruptly to punctuate the point.

[greatdeliverer]

"I don't really give a fuck if you leave or stay. Stay, finish your drink. I'll serve you. Whatever. It's my job." Sam shrugs and crosses his arms.

[finalrequest]

Higgs opens his mouth like he's about to say something before shutting it. He snorts derisively, slams what looks to be a fairly decent tip given the conversation onto the table, and storms out of the bar without another word.