Comments | grid_lined: Fill my glass high, the time has come

dollyoftheeol in grid_lined

Fill my glass high, the time has come

Dec 19, 2011 23:06

Who: Dolly and anybody who shows up
Where: End of Line
When: Early evening-ish
Warnings: I hope not!

( I'm going back to the place that I love )

location: end of line club, krypton (krypticfactor), !open, dolly (dollyoftheeol)

Comments 4

krypticfactor December 24 2011, 23:03:35 UTC

Krypton had claimed a bar stool earlier, and had stayed there ever since, trying to ignore the other patrons. The beat of the music thumped insistently as he stared into his third drink of the evening. He'd come here to escape both the constant presence of the tenant below his apartment, and the echoing loneliness on either side. He liked Radia as much as he respected her, but there were times when he didn't want her feeling every volatile emotion that ran through him.

This was the closest he could get to somewhere comfortable. Having other programs around, even if he wasn't communicating with them, was a relief. And yet, he didn't know any of them. Wasn't even sure if he wanted to.

He'd never been good at initiating conversations.

dollyoftheeol December 25 2011, 00:53:27 UTC

Which was just fine, really, since Dolly was good at starting them probably better than most, really as it was part of her core directive. Which was why when the regular tender moved down the bar to assist another patron, Dolly leaned her hip against the bar near Krypton, head tilting as she studied him for a moment.

After having given him a once-over, she tilted her head the other way, asking: "Why so glum, Sugarplum?" So apparently Castor wasn't the only one who was fond of rhymes and giving people ridiculous nicknames. Though, really, they'd both be hard-pressed to say which of them had learned it from the other.

krypticfactor December 29 2011, 21:12:13 UTC

"Sugar . . . plum?" Krypton echoed, nonplussed as he turned to the waitress. A very pretty waitress, he had to admit. "And I'm not glum. I'm fine."

Even if there had been any chance of her believing him, the way he glanced aside and took a sip of his drink to hide it would have been telling.

dollyoftheeol December 29 2011, 23:52:03 UTC

"Seems to me like you might have a different definition of 'fine' than most folks." She said, brow quirking, but still smiling faintly. She gave a shrug a moment later, "I won't be the one to argue it though. Name's Dolly, waitress-in-chief of our fine establishment, and what do they call you darlin'?"