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sirenspull_logs2012-03-27 02:58 pm
doctor_mccoy) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-03-27 02:58 pm
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Who: Sam & McCoy, Open because hey, its a bar and anything goes.
When: 3-something or other.
Where: Merlotte's
Summary: McCoy cashes in on that free drink finally, the southern boys get to bond.
Warnings: Pending, language as always because it's McCoy.
It was closer to evening sirens than McCoy was comfortable with, but he'd been at the hospital since the previous night with a double shift, and even if he'd managed to catch a nap in one of the spare rooms and a rushed a shower at some point, he could still feel the phantom weight of blood and gore on his hands, his clothes, and it left a heavy sort of unease in his chest that sitting in his bare apartment and staring at the wall wasn't going to fix.
At least Marlotte's was easy enough to find, and the subway took him close enough that going out in the open didn't fray on his nerves as much as it usually did. Inside seemed blissfully normal too, but he hadn't been sure what to expect between all of the announcements and fliers that had been popping up about curious places-- anywhere from vampire dance clubs to viking themed feast halls-- and the doctor wasn't nearly adventurous enough to tolerate anything with glow sticks or a mass of writhing bodies to any sort of musical beat. He just wanted to get off his feet for awhile and maybe enjoy a drink.
Which brought him to belly up to the wooden bar to have a seat, not yet looking for his host until he was done fiddling with his NV to send Jim a message; he wouldn't be by for dinner as per the usual open invitation. After last weekend he'd made of habit of informing his friend when he'd be working late, or was busy with other things, because it was hard not to fall back into that normal pattern of just looking out for each other, especially in a place like this. Besides Jim was a worrier, which, McCoy suspected, was a bad habit he'd picked up from him at some point.
When: 3-something or other.
Where: Merlotte's
Summary: McCoy cashes in on that free drink finally, the southern boys get to bond.
Warnings: Pending, language as always because it's McCoy.
It was closer to evening sirens than McCoy was comfortable with, but he'd been at the hospital since the previous night with a double shift, and even if he'd managed to catch a nap in one of the spare rooms and a rushed a shower at some point, he could still feel the phantom weight of blood and gore on his hands, his clothes, and it left a heavy sort of unease in his chest that sitting in his bare apartment and staring at the wall wasn't going to fix.
At least Marlotte's was easy enough to find, and the subway took him close enough that going out in the open didn't fray on his nerves as much as it usually did. Inside seemed blissfully normal too, but he hadn't been sure what to expect between all of the announcements and fliers that had been popping up about curious places-- anywhere from vampire dance clubs to viking themed feast halls-- and the doctor wasn't nearly adventurous enough to tolerate anything with glow sticks or a mass of writhing bodies to any sort of musical beat. He just wanted to get off his feet for awhile and maybe enjoy a drink.
Which brought him to belly up to the wooden bar to have a seat, not yet looking for his host until he was done fiddling with his NV to send Jim a message; he wouldn't be by for dinner as per the usual open invitation. After last weekend he'd made of habit of informing his friend when he'd be working late, or was busy with other things, because it was hard not to fall back into that normal pattern of just looking out for each other, especially in a place like this. Besides Jim was a worrier, which, McCoy suspected, was a bad habit he'd picked up from him at some point.
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Teasing, obviously, but also curious. Visions of futuristic technology, space travel - things like that used to fascinate the hell out of him as a kid. Who never dreamed about things like flying cars or alien pets?
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"But yeah, we pretty much push a button and get what we want."
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"So the food sucks, the alcohol sucks... What keeps you goin' in the job? Doesn't sound like the perks are there."