On the rocks

Batty · May 20, 2016

It had to be the second or third time this week. Another bar, late at night, the air silent minus the background noise of a TV. Though not in the party district, this bar had attracted a reasonable clientele, though most had just come to make small talk with strangers and drown out loneliness. Leeroy was no different.

His frequent visits didn’t indicate alcoholism however. Alcohol was one of the few non-inedible things he could consume, and he met some interesting characters around these parts. But, in a Cinderella-type fashion, he always ran out before someone could suggest coming home with him.

His finger tapped the lip of the whiskey glass he was holding. It was a slow night, and the only person he had talked to thus far was the tender behind the counter. Things were going well so far. He looked out behind him, to see that the rain hadn’t subsided enough to head home. He shrugged, not minding as much as he turned back to the counter. Only to see that the tender was staring wide-eyed at a figure on the sidewalk outside. Leeroy raised a brow at him, but ultimately didn’t obtain the effort to turn back around. He just looked into his glass, to let whatever would happen just happen.

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Batty · Jun 17, 2016

Just as the teacher off duty lifted his glass to take another swig, a flash of lightning strong enough to illuminate the entire small bar turned every head in the building. Unfortunately the unlucky strike didn’t compliment the looming figure outside, even causing the bartender to cower a bit, and some customers to sit at the edge of their seat. Leeroy however just raised a brow yet again. As a powers teacher, Leeroy had seen quite the odd set of students over the years. And he himself would be a hypocrite to be afraid. After all, he was the guy who could rip off his limbs and regrow them like some sort of burly starfish.

So, despite the unfriendly welcome from the other patrons in the establishment, Leeroy looked at him with a gruff half-smile on his face. He tipped his hat a bit, before looking back at the bartender. The way he saw it, it was more business. So why not welcome him in?

"Hey. That fella outside looks like he’s had a bit of a day. Could use a drink I reckon after standin’ out in tha rain like that." He tapped his own empty glass, signifying his need for another.

"First one’s on me." At the sound of promise for more business, the bartender straightened up, and put on a bit more of a welcome persona. Leeroy smirked, before looking back down at the fresh whiskey placed in front of him

Batty · Jul 12, 2016

It seemed that the friendly gesture finally lured the eldritch stranger indoors towards the warmth. While the tender struggled to keep a composure, and the rest of the bar still had an eerie silence about them, Leeroy was totally unphased.

All he did was take another swig.

That was, until the bone-laden lad came to sit next to him. Ordering gin, which was a price he mentally noted on his tab. As soon as Leeroy’s glass tinked against the lacquered counter, the stranger spoke up. In a voice that was certainly welcome on Leeroy’s ears.

"Well, I ‘spose. Didn’t expect it to pour down so hard." He muttered in a tone appropriate for the conversation. He side-eyed the other, though not in a hostile or unwelcoming fashion. "Looks like it caught ya good. You alright?"

After assessing, he shook his head slightly. Snorting a half-chuckle. "That’s funny that ya haven’t. I’ve been on this island for years." He lifted his drink, hovering the glass to his lips.

"But I’d understand why ya wouldn’t. I teach up at the Academy, so that’s got most of my time wrapped up." Another sip, before the glass was empty. He finally turned his head towards him, though his hat obscured a portion of his face.

"What bout you? Are you new here? Like I said, I don’t get out much." He chuckled a bit more, despite that being the truth. Maybe that wasn’t the best thing to admit to a total stranger, even in jest.

Batty · Sep 18, 2016

Well, that was good. Being a teacher had lent Leeroy the natural instinct to worry about the wellbeing of others, be them strangers or students. "Well, that makes two of us. The advantage of being super human I guess." His tone was bland, as if somewhat spiteful. Not towards the other, but towards himself. His gift was a curse all the same.

But he had gotten used to it. Besides, he wasn't sure if the other could quite relate given his completely different... Species? It was good to establish a common ground though, he thought. "A nomad, eh? Nothing' wrong with that." He said lightly. "Lets ya see what the world has ta offer. I wandered for a long time, too, but ultimately settled here."

When he told him his name, Leeroy smiled a bit. It was an unusual name, but judging by his background it must have fit. He really didn't look of the mortal world, which was admittedly fascinating. "Nice to meetcha, Adnachiel. I'm Leeroy." He looked back to his drink, and shrugged. "Or Mr. Bradshaw professionally."

"So, how long have ya been 'round here? It's been a good couple'uh years for me."

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