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Post by Owen Nicholas Knightly on Dec 24, 2011 23:03:24 GMT -5
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Ariel. not exactly the best place for less then honest folks such as the crew of the Steamhardt. But Toni needed some parts and captain wanted to stock up on things. Owen had no real use around here so he hung around the ship most of the day. When working out and cleaning his guns got boring, the man went and bothered Jim until his friend decided it was worth going out to find a little bar more suited to their tastes. Immediately Owen wanted to play a game of pool. After he found a couple worth while people to go against, he ordered a round of the local brew and got the rounds started. When he really got into a game of pool, nothing could break the head mercenary’s concentration. One thing his father taught him well was how to play games such as pool. While it may require a bit of basic math skills-which Owen lacked-it came together for him with a stick in his hand.
While he savored in his victories, he hardly said much else. Until the last game when he had already had a few within him. He began to let out little comments here and there. That’s when he took the hint that perhaps he should take a little bit of a break. He probably had just a couple less then kind words he had said but he hadn’t cared much. He was still pretty bitter about his fighting with Toni. She still hadn’t come around and things were on the icy side with them. Unfortunately that meant when he had a few drinks in him he let his words he wanted to say out. In a sense. He couldn’t exactly tell the guys they were playing against they’re such a girl and that it was only sex. What didn’t help is Owen was a guy and guys do not talk about their feelings.Even while at a table with a pitcher between him and a friend as they relaxed back after moving from the pool table. As he watched a new game start he turned to Jim. ”So we’re in for a REAL treat soon. Going to visit my ma’s place and she’s going to take care of us all.” Owen tended to emphasize words a bit too much when in that state between drunk and totally hammered. This was that state of mind.
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Post by Jim James Dalton on Dec 25, 2011 4:31:47 GMT -5
The pool stick hit the ball into the green ball. The ball the the man had aiming for. Everyone surrounding the pool table watched as the ball rolled slowly till it came to a sudden stop just short of the hole. The area around the minor event in the small bar let out a held in breath most people didn’t realise they were holding. The shooter cursed while his opponents let out sighs of relief. Jim gave a sympathetic grimace too the man in question before returning too his drink. Jim had to admit the bar wasn’t his usual scene, then again having just been introduced into the ways of the verse Jim wasn’t really sure what his scene was exactly. Jim mostly came here just so Owen would stop bothering him so much on the ship, the man seemed to be incapable of shutting the hell up sometimes. So Jim had suggested (rather forcefully) they go out and explore the place. Of course it didn’t take long for Owen to find a rundown bar he fancied so their sight seeing had been short. Still Jim didn’t mind so much, the game had taken Owens attention and focus for awhile, giving Jim some small amount of peace. Jim soon found out however that it was only a temporary cure. Owen soon reverted too his smack talking, regular self which was even more annoying once he had had a few. Forcing Jim to step in and once again make a suggestion (again rather forcefully) to Owen. Owen thankfully took the hint and sat down. Truth be told Jim had been half tempted to let his friend take the (probably well deserved) beating that was coming too him, but Jim didn’t like the look of the guys he had been messing with and new that in all likelihood that he would’ve been dragged into it somehow.
Speaking of the devil Jim’s attention was brought back to earth as his friend started too talk in a slightly drunken slurred voice. Jim snorted at Owens sentencing not helping but too hear the innuendo in the words growing up with half a dozen brothers had given Jim an ear for words that could be taken differently. A skill he was not always grateful for. Knowing his friend wouldn’t take kindly too it however Jim covered his smile into his glass as he said “Oh yeh looking forward too it.”
Which was when the group of drunks sitting next too them joined in on the conversation in snickers “Yeah, I’d look forward to your mama giving me a REAL treat too son”. The man must have been a comedian because his group howled with laughter at the poor tasting joke. Jim sighed and downed his drink in one go before ordering another “jǐyǔ wǒ you”. Jim didn’t know how Owen would react, but he didn’t think it would be particularly pleasant. Although in this case if Owen did start it Jim could really blame him. If someone talked about his mother that way they’d already be out cold. Jim hoped he could down another before things got hot and heavy. Besides two glasses too smash over heads was better than one.
((jǐyǔ wǒ you))
((give me another))
((lit: provide me another))
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Post by Owen Nicholas Knightly on Jan 1, 2012 21:27:32 GMT -5
I ' V E. B E E N. C O L L E C T I N G. Y O U R. W O R D S.
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When it came to drinking and games, Owen was always the first to play. Especially recently. His drinking had gotten a bit heavy. Not all of it had to do with the blond mechanic. He kept forgetting what day it was. And in just a few weeks it’d be the day his old man had died. The two had been fairly close as a father and son so while he didn’t say anything, the death hadn’t taken too well with him. After all he had left home only a few months after. When leaving he told his mom it wasn’t because of that and it wasn’t a complete lie. He had never been one to stay in a little town and breed little spawn of his own. Owen wasn’t a fatherly figure at all. Even his father who had loved to drink himself was a good day. Nope, not the younger Knightly. He did not have a loving bone in his body. It was why he had dragged Jim out of the Steamhardt and insisted they go out. At that moment he was in an alcohol induced state. He really didn’t care about if his friend was tired or in a bad mood. He simply didn’t want to go out on his own. There would be a day perhaps he would wake up because even deep in the back of his mind, he knew that he couldn’t up like this. For the moment he had his own demons he had to work through before he could be a better person. If that better person existed.
Owen rubbed at his face before turning to the man in question. First thing he could do was raise his brow. While Owen wasn’t looking forward to going home with all the issues with Toni, he loved his family. ”If you’re talents in the sack are anything like you’re talents playin darts I don’t have to worry about my mum. She’ll laugh you to shame.” No, he wasn’t one to just throw a punch first. Well, at times he was but right now he had too much anger in him to be the first one to go. If he did so then he’d just lose it and probably do more damage then he wanted to. Usually he had Toni to talk to about these things but that was obviously out. Leaning back in the chair, he pulled out a coin from his pocket and began to spin it on the table. ”Do you want to find someone to go another round or cards instead? With both of us we can kick some more of these chwen’s behinds. Owen didn’t really try to hide his sarcasm as he looked about the bar.
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