beers and darts (sean)

[Quinn Collins]

O'Malleys was starting to become one of Quinn's go to spots. It was perfect. Just on the edge of town and pushed back, uninviting exterior and even worse interior. Not someplace one of the peppy receptionists from work or mothers of her patents would hang out and not close enough to the school where she'd bump into every high school obsessed classmate she had known from her awkward years. No this place was far from the cozy inns and bars most people from the town tended to drift towards. It was a wonder that it was open at all.

The smell in O'Malley's was strong enough to send a health inspector into a tizzy. Stale beer and cigars hung around thick like a cloud in the dimly lit bar and the floor groaned and creaked with every step under the patrons who were as raggedy looking as the bar itself. The lights were dim, many of the bulbs flickered and the once brightly colored blue paint on the walls had been stained by smoke and was peeling in desperate need of some love.

Quinn looked out of place in the bar, sitting on an wobbly old wooden stool that had seen better days. Unlike the rest of the crowed, who looked like they'd crawled in from a mud wrestling match and hadn't bothered to shave or trim their beards in months, she looked put together. She wanted to look put together, not that she planned to impress anyone. But tonight she was on a date with herself as this day, just a few days before Christmas had been important to her for the past 7 years... and it would have been important this year too... if... well, sometimes relationships don't last. But Quinn was having a hard time letting this one go. She swore she was over it... and she was over it, mostly. But she still thought she deserved to be taken out even if it was just by herself and she was going to look good for herself.

So there she sat, two beers in sitting on that old bench in a form fitting red dress that hugged every one of her curves. Her dark hair fell in loose curls around her shoulders and her makeup was done up nice, a smokey eye framing her piercing blue eyes and a soft lip.

She tossed the rest of her beer back and ordered another one. Grabbing the mug from the bar she went over and grabbed the darts. She was already starting to wobble on her platform pumps which wasn't the best sign. "Move over." She said hip checking a large bearded man wearing flannel. "You think that's how you throw a dart you big.." She looked over at him searching for an insult. "LUMBER JACK!" She laughed at her joke a bit too loudly. "Watch." She took the dart in her hand and closed one eye sticking her tongue out as she pelted the dart through the air with surprising accuracy. It hit the target. "See. Now thats how you do it! Lumby" She nick named as she slapped the mans ass and laughed again.

He didn't look pleased.

[Dr. Sean Neville]

It was the night before the first night of Hanukkah, which signaled the last night for over a week that Sean would be able to go out bar hopping. He didn’t count the one day set aside for the Advent calendar as true bar hopping, since he would be there with Josh and for a specific purpose. He wouldn’t have time to simply relax in the back, enjoy the atmosphere, and watch the other patrons.

Thus, Sean had to make the most of tonight.

He’d chosen to go to a bar that was very much the opposite of his usual fare. Sean was a middle-aged professional, and he made no apologies for that fact. He didn’t get into fights (and what bar fights he’d been in had never been by his initiation, and he’d never thrown a proper punch. He detested violence). He also wasn’t interested in hooking up for the night; he was happily partnered, and deeply in love with Josh. They were also happily monogamous, and Sean couldn’t conceive of that changing; nor did he want it to change. His uncharacteristic experience with Danny notwithstanding, he’d never been in the habit of bar hookups.

No, Sean enjoyed drinking. He enjoyed drinking, and he enjoyed blending into the atmosphere in places where he wasn’t easily recognized.

The telepath had made good on his goals for the night thus far. He was in a bar he didn’t often frequent, where nobody would recognize him; he would be quite surprised if he ran into any of his friends or coworkers here. The establishment had strong liquor, and the seating wasn’t so uncomfortable as to make his back hurt. All in all it was exactly what he’d wanted tonight.

Things were complicated a bit by the boisterous young woman who had gone up to someone who was dressed like a lumberjack and was either a lumberjack or someone who had taken a wrong turn in search of the gay masculine stereotype convention. The slap to his backside caused the man to jump a bit and caused Sean to raise an eyebrow. Well, he knew who he would either have to steer clear of or, judging by the other man’s expression...

Sean rose from the table he’d sat at, moving to an empty table closer to the action. “I see you like darts,” he remarked to her. “And you can throw them in a bar which is more than most people. It’s admirable.”

[Quinn Collins]

Quinn spotted sean and squinted her eyes. He looked... familiar... he was... aaaaa doctor? A teacher? He was at that lame ass holiday party she went to for 10 seconds? No matter he was a friendly face and she'd great him with open arms. "EYYY!" She said loudly throwing her hands up and sending a dart straight up into the what seemed like cork board ceiling joining several others that had gotten stuck up there over the years.

"Yeah i like darts! Darts a great!" She squinted at him, still holding a dart in her left hand she pointed at him. "I Know you.... i.... know!" She laughed. Yes, she was quite far gone. SHe would come around soon though so long as she quit drinking. That was the thing about Quinn, she got drunk easy, but she got sober again even easier, usually.

The lumber jack was still staring at Quinn, half pissed, half fearing for his life and the bar tender was keeping a watchful eye on the girl he'd become familiar with.

"YOu're uhhhhh DOCTOR!" SHe laughed hard at that. She knew she recognized him. She knew, or knew of most of the doctors in the town, even if they'd never met formally, but even that was entirely possible with the luncheons and what not. "What's a prim and proper lad like yourself doing in a dive like this?" SHe asked putting on a thick scottish accent that wasn't half bad considering. She didn't know if he was proper. SHe liked to think he was proper, he looked proper. "Hey i like you!" SHe decided.


((OOC: I am SO sorry this took forever and isn't particularly long >.< next posts will be more timely))

[Dr. Sean Neville]

Sean was no stranger to the influences of alcohol, in public and in private. Of course, his form of drunk tended to take a slightly different form, and perhaps wholly different when Josh was with him (tonight that wasn’t on the table), which was why he tended to moderate his intake when at bars. Not restrict, but moderate to prevent him from becoming as intoxicated as this woman obviously was.

He tilted his head upward when the dart was flung into the ceiling; he would have to keep an eye on those, just in case. She seemed to be a friendly drunk, but accidents happened, and he didn’t relish a trip to the E.R. tonight.

Sean then quirked his eyebrow at the declaration that she knew him. Granted, he was a bit of an institution in Pilot Ridge, which was expected after spending over two decades in a small town. “Do you?” he asked, genuinely amused and looking forward to placing him.

Then she did, and that was curious. Typically, when people recognized him, it was as the “shrink from Hammel.” While he was a medical doctor, as were all psychiatrists, most people didn’t phrase it quite the same way, and so it was curious. But his smile widened, and he nodded to confirm that.

This was followed by a bark of laughter in response to her question. Not that it was unwarranted since he knew that he didn’t look like the sort to seek out seedy bars for his drinking binges. Rather, it was being called “lad”. The comments he received nowadays were more akin to “old man” than anything categorizing him as youthful, even ironically. In fact, the only person to ever remark that he was young was Josh’s mother.

“We all need a night out once in a while.” And Sean hadn’t wanted to go to a regular haunt while Josh was out with friends. “Isn’t that what brought you here?”

He then lifted his glass in a toast. “Well, I like you too, so I think we’re even.”

She was friendly, and that went far in his book.

[Quinn Collins]

Quinn was SOOOO proud that she'd placed him in her head even if she wasn't exactly right. She was somewhat right, somewhat. But it was true, he was a doctor of sorts and tomorrow, she'd worry about apologizing and showing him that she actually is an intelligent human being and knew where he was from exactly and what he did. As of right this moment though he could tell her that he was THE doctor and she'd ask him where the Tardis was jump on his back and demand to go to another planet.

Quinn nodded wobbly placing her hand on a table to steady herself. SHe was feeling antsy now that she didn't have anything in her hands, the darts gone. But she was starting to think darts weren't the best idea and the men were hogging them anyway. "Stupid purple eating plaid penguin donkies..." She muttered to herself glaring at them then shot back at him. "Yes a night!" Granted it was a WEEK for her at this point.

She smiled when he said he liked her too. "Perfect!"She grabbed her glass and raised it before shooting back a few large swigs.

"So you are here tonight in the GREATEST MOTHER FUCKING BAR IN THE WORLD!" She said "With the prettiest woman EVER" she chuckled, even drunk she was still tooting her own horn like it was her job "How will you make this one different than the other nights?"

[Dr. Sean Neville]

The telepath kept an eye on her, since she didn’t look entirely steady on her feet. Granted, she was doing well enough to keep herself upright, but he didn’t want her to fall over. He watched to see if she swayed, but since she was successfully using a table as a cane, he supposed she would be all right. If that changed, he still had enough of his reflexes about him to help her. So he thought.

At her peculiar choice of descriptors, Sean raised an eyebrow, but he looked over at the other men crowding the dartboard and offered a nod of sympathy. Assuming he had interpreted her meaning correctly. If not, she could take it as she wished.

A smile stretched across Sean’s lips, both at the question (because it had a somewhat applicable meaning, even if this was the wrong holiday), as well as at her enthusiasm. That was what he liked about being in bars like this: meeting different people and seeing what types of drunk such people were.

She was an enthusiastic, friendly, happy, possibly flirtatious drunk. Those were the types of drunks that Sean liked to be around.

As such, he raised his glass and took a large drink, before setting it down. “That’s a good question. Do you have any suggestions? Because my default is to drink until I see double.”