I Need It More Than You Do - Open

[Sett Richmond]

Sett wasn't sure if it was poor form to be a customer at your workplace on your day off but he liked the environment and the beer was cheap.

He hadn't heard from Thomas in awhile but he didn't blame the younger man. Sett had been a jerk to the Frenchman, admittedly and if he didn't hear from Thomas anymore, it would be too soon.

The shapeshifter was on the verge of being soused as he ordered his nth bottle of beer. When it came, he grabbed it, apparently much to the dismay of the person beside him. But he couldn't care less. He needed the drink more than the person did anyway.

At least that person didn't have to deal with a recovering suicidal teen brother on top of losing someone he may have cared about.

[Edward Scott]

Edward was busy discussing medical politics when a co-student when he reached out to grab for his beer. He'd had a few bottles already and was getting comfortable with talking about meaningless medical stuff that didn't really matter right now while he was still getting his degree for all of it. The fact of the matter was that even if he was out of campus, talk of Med followed everywhere. Of course, he imagined bringing up Meta-humans. The reaction he'd get from that topic of conversation.

Then again, he wasn't drunk enough to start a fight and win just yet so he held back on that talk grabbing at thin air for his beer. Eventually he turned his eyes to the table finding that his beer had vanished. He looked around and turned to the person beside him fully.
"Mate really? That just ain't on. That was my drink. Get your own or chat someone up for one. Stealing ain't smart...You better be getting me my own one now."
His voice wasn't full of anger.

Rather just light hearted in a fun teasing way. He really wasn't in the mood to get punched so he would try his best to keep everyone happy. He felt a pat on his back to tell him that the person he'd been debating with was leaving him and he nodded to them before eyeing the guy beside him.
"Man... you're like... a thunder cloud. Lighten up. You're killin' me."
He groaned at the guy before holding out his hand.

"Hi Mr Brightside. Meet Mister Good time. You game?"
Edward smirked at the guy waiting for a reply as he leaned against the bar top.

[Sett Richmond]

Sett frowned and made a face when he heard a fellow Brit speak right beside him. Of course, he was still unclear of the fact that he had stolen someone's drink so nothing coming from the younger man was making any sense to him.

It didn't help when the other man basically insulted him, despite doing it in a very teasing tone. "Listen mate," Sett turned, using the other man's word against him but when the natural born flirt saw the other man, an eyebrow raised and a smirk grew on his lips.

He looked down at the offered hand and grabbed it and shook it roughly. "If you want your own, you should get it yourself. This is actually mine. I paid for it. But, I'm not above sharing." He slid the bottle over to the younger man. "I'm Sett. So should I call you Good or Time?"

[Edward Scott]

Edward was not drunk enough yet to enter a fight and loose so when the other guy turned to face him and growled 'Listen Mate' using what he considered to be a rather sarcastic tone of voice, Edward expected a fight. He was even prepping himself for it, raising himself up to stand an inch or two taller then the guy who had taken his beer but something changed in the other guy when their eyes met and Edward blinked for a couple of minutes. No way! Was that the look he gave the ladies around Vermont? That was a bit embarressing to say the very least.

Edward smirked, despite his train of thought and watched the amusing change take place. Edward heard the name and recognized it. Sett worked here. In thought, his eyes flashed to behind the bar then pointedly back at Sett.
"Shouldn't you be behind the bar instead of stealing drinks?"
Just then a cold beer was put down before Sett, the one he'd ordered, and Edward drew it away from his new friend and to him before he took a sip.

He gave an 'Ahhhhh' of satisfaction before placing a free hand on Sett's shoulder.
"Don't worry. I got this beer now. We're good. How bout a shot? Tequila?"
Edward motioned for someone behind the bar ordering four shots before easing back to look at Sett.
"As for what to call me. Good... Definitely. Time...Maybe if you add long in front of it then hell yeah. Or... Just Edward."
The shots came, with Lemon and salt and Edward devided the four up so they had two each.

"That didn't take long. You're happy already...Or is that just cause you like me....
Edward bit into his bottom lip watching Sett.

[Sett Richmond]

Sett made it a point to remember customers but this guy was a bit unfamiliar. That was probably due to the alcohol already in his system. He hoped that was the case because that'd be very bad, for him to not recognise customers who knew him.

"Technically, I'm not stealin' your drink. You just assume that because yours hasn't come yet. And it's my day off. I'm allowed to patronise my own work place, right? No rule against that? I'm a paying patron tonight. Drinks on me everybody!" He yelled, raising his beer bottle in the air.

He chuckled at Edward's whole name calling statement. "I'll settle with Edward. Easier to remember." Sett then clinked the bottle in his hand against Edward's and took a long chug from it.

Raising an eyebrow in his companion's direction, Sett shrugged. "Probably. Then again, I like a lot of people. Like the bartender. Colin. You know I like you don't you?" He asked the bartender who grinned and shook his head in amusement. "See, Colin knows I like him."

[Edward Scott]

Edward watched in bemusement as Sett called for everyone to have drinks. Oh that would make him kick himself come morning, when he realized that he'd spent all his money on something that just ended up going down the toilet in the end. He heard the cheering roar up behind him and he quirked a brow before taking another sip of his drink. Edward pulled out a packet of cigarettes and shook it a little.
"You smoke?"
He said softly waiting for a reply from the overly confident bartender.

He was glad that the guy was in a better mood. He himself, was looking forward to some fun and with this guy it seemed that he would have just that. A good time.
"Let's down and go get a smoke. "
Edward motioned to the shots. As if this guy needed anything more to drink but the fact of the matter stood. Somehow he'd get the truth out of the guy about why he was suddenly so down. People seated by a bar on their own, definitely needed someone to ask them how they felt.

Edward took the guy's hand and a slice of lemon, dabbing it a bit across his hand before pouring a bit of salt on it. He felt like he was with Drew again doing his best to get Edward drunk because that was always the point when they were out. His eyes shot up to meet Sett's reminding himself that it was not Drew. He pulled his hands away from Sett's and sucked on his own hand before before pouring a little line of salt. With his free hand he lifted the shot of tequila to Sett.
"Come on, pretty boy. Show me what ya got."
Edward shot Sett a slow smirk waiting for him to take the shot glass.