Needing Some Fun(open)

[booster]

Buffy Anne Summers sat at the bar. She was hoping to meet some people since she moved here last week. She had already been working her horses. But, now needed a day to herself. She looked to the bartender. She ordered a drink. She paid for it once she got it and started to drink it. She didn't need to be a drunk girl to be going home. But, she didn't want to be out and not have a few drinks. But, she glanced around the Hall and sighed. She wished that she had at least someone to talk to. But, knew that since being new to the town she needed to try and relax more. Maybe even find a job somewhere.

[jagger]

Jagger skittered into the hall, glancing over his shoulder at the brightness outside, shielding his already sunglassed eyes from the reflective glare off the window. Shoving them up on his head, he continued his awkward, ambling gait, shuffling toward the counter and waving a brief hello and the host behind the bar. Eyeing the menu, he made his selection brief. "A basket of onion rings.. and a seltzer, please." Jagger didn't drink; though he never begrudged anyone's choice to. He simply didn't enjoy the effects of alcohol - or any recreational drug for that matter. His father had been quite the addict, and his mother quite the alcoholic - between the two of them, they had made for one extremely effed up child growing up.

Paying for his munchies and water; he popped up on the nearest stool, loading his plate down ketchup and ranch.. ah, perfection. Dipping his onion rings, he swirled the two ingredients together before taking a large satisfied bite, crunching happily. Fried food was all it took - he was a simple boy to make happy; although his neurosis normally made that a little more difficult to really see. He was a little difficult in some ways. He also hated having dirty fingers. Scratching his forehead with one greasy fingertip, he nudged the girl next to him gently. "Can you pass me a napkin, please?" He pointed to the pile of napkins on the other side of her, eyeing her briefly before averting his gaze. Rude to stare. His mother had beat that into him.

[booster]

Buffy looked to him. She grabbed a few and placed them next to him. There you go. Just in case you need more than one she said. She went back to her drink. She listened to the music carefully. Knowing she wasn't good at making friends. But, knew that maybe this was a good place to start. But, knowing her after at least three drinks she would be a little buzzed. But, she didn't mind.

[rain]

Ranch and job hunting had left Domi with a wicked thirst and hunger and while she also needed to get a feel for the community, she opted on the most occupied place downtown - Waterson Hall. Parking her truck, she hopped out and discarded her chinks in the passenger seat, smoothing the blue plaid button-up over her torso before rolling her sleeves up to her elbows. The heels of her boots scuffed along the lot pavement until she stepped up and into restaurant. She paused at the entrance, surveying the inner scene before taking steps towards the bar. She ignored the menu, her palate deadset on what she wanted and if they didn't have it, she'd be on her way. "Rum and coke and a turkey club on white."

The drink was produced automatically at which point she pulled out a piece of plastic and handed it to the tender, instructing them to open a tab. The tumbler was quickly emptied by the time her sandwich arrived, so she slid the glass back towards the tender and demanded a refill. As she bit into the sandwich, she quickly realized that the cold goo running down her hands was mayo and upon looking around, she was napkinless. Huffing, she dropped the sandwich back to the plate beneath it and looked the two stools down to the male and female at her right. Clearly, they were hogging the available napkins, so, swallowing her testy nature and the bite of turkey left in her throat, she leaned down the bar. "So...feel like sharing your hankies, or do I just wipe my hands on your shirt?" So she wasn't ever a winner of Miss Congeniality, nor would she be the type to welcome most with warm hugs, but at least she had a knack for getting her point across.

[jagger]

Snatching up a napkin for himself as Buffy handed them to him with a nodded head in thanks; the teen - days away from 18; a man by mindset but not yet by nature - shot a surly glance to the newcomer as he chewed and swallowed his mouthful of onion, pale eyes thrown wide as he surveyed her with mild curiosity mixed with dry humor. Abrasive much? More with honey than vinegar, Jewel's voice echoed in his head and the young man automatically obeyed his mother's subconscious advice, flashing Domi a dazzlingly white smile as he slid the pile of napkins down in her direction. "Why certainly, ma'am." He drawled in his distinct Australian accent, liquid honey voice nearly sickeningly polite. That was him, ever sweet. He remained otherwise nonchalant, returning to stare at the dwindling pile of rings.

"Can I get 'nother seltzer, please?" He asked the barkeep, sliding a bill in the register's direction. The bartender complied and Jagger flicked him a small two fingered salute in thanks, continuing his meal with quiet regard of the women on either side of him. "So... " He drew out and then paused, speaking to no one in particular.

[rain]

As the white, disposable linens were slid closer, she took a small stack for herself, leaving the rest for the dining duo. She proceeded to clean off her hands before taking up her sandwich again. With an abundance of mayo in the slices, she squeezed the remainder onto the plate. She hated gooey sandwiches. Wrinkling her nose in disdain, she squeezed out the last of the mayo and once satisfied it was no longer swimming in it, took another bite. Her drink was returned to her and she chugged through half of it, oblivious to the burn of the now harsher-cut cocktail.

Her gaze darted from her sandwich to the body next to her, which happened to be the lanky male youngster. Shoving her mouthful into the side of her cheek, she talked around it carefully. "So how long have ya'll been in Injun Valley?" Her thick Texan drawl was distinct, and she was not one to try non-regional diction just to avoid discrimination. She was who she was, and was damn proud of that fact.

[booster]

Buffy thought for a few minutes. She only remembered something about arriving last week. I just got into town last week. But, this place is great she said. She finished her drink and ordered another. She paid when she got it. She started to sip at it this time around. But, she glanced at the other two sitting at the bar with her.

[jagger]

Reaching over to swipe the mayo off Domi's plate - obviously she wouldn't miss it - with another onion ring, he shoved it in his mouth, wiping his fingers and chewing while Buffy responded in her own quiet tone, taking the time to survey the lanky blonde quietly. Swallowing the gobby mouthful, he turned back to Domi with his own response, satisfied his fingers were clean enough. "Uhm, bout twenty minutes." He answered honestly - he had just gotten in, it was incredibly bright outside, and he refused - refused! - to wander around town on an empty stomach when it was that hot out there. Instead, he'd wait in here until it was slightly cooler, then take off in search of lodging. "And how 'bout you, sheila?" He queried at Domeena, swallowing another large mouthful of his seltzer water.

[booster]

Buffy sighed and looked to her watch. She had to find a place to put her two horses before she went home to bed. But, she wasn't done for the day yet. My name's Buffy, by the way she said quietly. She was kind of shy since she was just trying to make at least a few friends. But, noticing her drink was done again she sighed.

((sorry for the short post. i have no muse right now))

[rain]

Domi eyed the brute for a moment as he helped himself to her mayo. True, she wasn't using it, but she was big on 'personal space,' something he clearly invaded by helping himself to her plate. She opted on keeping her mouth shut for once and buried her face into her sandwich again. She chewed slowly as she listened to their mini-stories, then swallowed in preparation for her own response to them. "Got in yesterday, finishing up house hunting and such. Seems like a nice place." She finished the rum n' coke, flagging the keep for another refill. She drummed her fingers as she waited, almost irked at how the man behind the bar seemed to take his time. Maybe he was just doing it to push her buttons, she wasn't the patient type anyway.

Catching the other woman's introduction as well, she swallowed her final bite of sandwich and glanced at her as she responded. "Domi Taylor." That's all she offered, if they wanted to know more, they'd ask.

[jagger]

Sliding his now empty basket of what [was] onion rings, he stepped back off his bar stool and brushed his hands on the back of his less than new jeans, rubbing the oil off onto already dusty and fairly dirty back pockets. Dropping his sunglasses onto his nose, he paid the remainder on his meager tab, stepping around and reaching over Buffy to retrieve a napkin; polishing up his glasses before he stepped out into the bright sunshine again. "S'a pleasure to meet you ladies.. 'm Jagger, Jagger Chamberlain. Of course his 'er' ended as an 'ah', just as previously the term 'sheila' had ended up as 'sheiler'. He was expecting a smart ass comment from Domi, casting a distinctly knowing stare in her direction as he slid his mirrored glasses back up onto his nose. "I suppose I'll see ya around, I'm off to find an apartment."

[harley]

BEN JAMES

Ben walked into the restraunt, black leather jacket slung over his shoulder, light brown felt cowboy hat placed on his head, lightly-colored hairs sticking out from underneath the brim. Black tee fitted his torso like a glove, showing a lightly-muscled stomach and muscular arms. Dark Wrangler jeans hung loosly around his legs, covering most of the dark brown boots placed on his feet. He took his hat off as he got to the bar, nodding in the direction of the group of three people and ordering a Budweiser. Hat and jacket stoed on his lap, he took a swig of the beer, ordering a burger with a side of fries, and waited for his meal to arrive, taking sips every now and then of the ice-cold beer in the bottle infront of him.

[booster]

Buffy sighed. She was wishing she could find a nice enough guy that could help her with her horses. But, mainly she was really looking for someone to not be so shy around. She looked toward the guy that just entered the bar. She turned to the bar to order another drink, but this time adding a chicken salad since she hadn't eaten yet today. She place enough money infront of her and waited. She was really trying not to be shy in this new town. But, it was hard on her.

[rain]

Eyeing Jagger with a mild disregard, she wiped her nose with the back of her hand before giving him a subtle two-finger salute as he announced his plans for departure. Sniffing once, she shoved the empty plate back towards the keeper and took to finishing the glass in front of her. "Good luck with that, shouldn't be too hard, seems pretty empty here so far." And she left it at that. As the door chimed a new arrival, she cast a glance over her shoulder and caught sight of the tall drink of water that had entered. Seemed the place was growing. Good. That was good for business. Finishing off her drink, she ordered the keep to close her tab before sliding a few business cards down the bar to the group. "Just took over training at the public barn, so if you need any help of a horsey nature, you can find me there. Or if you need a trim or shoes, we can talk turkey, too." Standing now, she waited for the tender to come down with her card slip, signing her Jane Hancock for charge approval to her account. She then took up the glass a final time and emptied it of the one ice cube left at the bottom, crunching on it loudly as she gathered her belongings.

[harley]

Ben nodded at the woman, now standing up and leaving. He continued to eat his fries and sip at the beer, noticing the girl at the bar."Ah, so not everyone runs away when the vet walks into the building." He said with a chuckle, wiping his hands off on his pants before holding his hand out."I'm Ben James. Nice to meet ya'."