Open; I lie in wait with open eyes

[knocker]

Date & Time: July 25th, evening
Location: The Bar
Characters: Walter White and YOU
Summary: Walt decides to go to the bar and get more of a feel for this place.
Warnings: None, Walter White is such a nice guy



Walt sat at the bar, and calmly and slowly sipped his scotch.

It vaguely reminded him of the last two times he can remember being at one--neither of which he had fond memories from. He had asked Jesse here just as a change of scenery; but also, when he thought back on it, he never did take Jesse up on his offer to get drinks. Why not now? He didn't have much to do around here, anyway.

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[hostage]

[Jesse's not as suspicious of the invitation as he might have been a month ago. Weeks and weeks have gone by and Mr. White hasn't made a single move. He would've done it by now if he wanted to, wouldn't he? Jesse certainly hasn't done anything to provoke him.

Still, he's not happy about it. In another life, he wanted nothing more than a chance to sit down at a bar with his friend and have a relaxing evening that didn't involve plotting murder. But he hasn't been able to return to that place within himself. He wants to - very badly - but even with Mr. White doing all the right things, there's still that barrier. That feeling that makes Jesse drag his feet and force himself to smile because he can't feel the way he used to. When he walks into the bar and slaps Walt on the shoulder and settles onto a bar stool beside him, it's all a deception.]

'sup.

[knocker]

[Startled, he turned towards his partner who, he noticed, still seemed a bit distant to him. They worked together in the lab but something wasn't right still. That magic that they had before isn't there now.

Regardless, he smiles.]

Hey, I've been waiting.

[He flags down the bartender.]

What'll you have?

[hostage]

[Jesse glances down at Walt's glass.]

What's that? Scotch? I'll have that. It's the only thing they get right around here.

[knocker]

Yes it is. [He tells the bartender the order and soon it's placed in front of Jesse on the bar.

Walt turns to the other.]

Is it? I haven't tried anything else around here.

[He then holds up his glass for a toast.]

To friendship and an excellent partnership.

[hostage]

[A bullet to the head would have been kinder than this. It's a slow torture. Jesse's throat goes dry as he raises his glass, making the toast an unintentionally silent one. He at least manages another smile in the brief moment before he gets the opportunity to hide in his drink.]

So... How'd you like the mission? Dinosaurs, huh. That's pretty wild.

[ringbeast]

Kousuke doesn't drink much, at least not when he's not on vacation with free alcohol, of course. But the idea of a pint and something to eat at the bar sounds good to him, especially since it's been so awkward at home.

He's still not sure about Oriko, even though they'd talked out their problems a little bit. I mean, how sure can you be about somebody who tells you to kill a guy so you won't have to kill the monster that's about to kill him from the inside. And of course, things were tense between him and Haruto... He's still not exactly sure how to breach the topic of their drunken makeout session.

He elbows up to the bar and orders a pint, glancing at the guy to the right of him and trying to figure out if he was a transport or native.

[knocker]

Walt had been staring off into space, awaiting his partner. He was in an amiable mood. He lifted his glass in acknowledgment.

"How goes it, stranger?"

[ringbeast]

"Oh uh," he gazes into his beer and sips it before answering. "I mean, I'm just hangin' out here to avoid goin' back home to an empty apartment, so you tell me." He's obviously glum, not really trying to be a fun companion. "It's a... romance thing, I guess."

Because I fucking can.

[lazyinlove]

So, the beach was great. Sunburns and all, it was still great. There were tiny dinosaurs, there was booze, there were girls in bikinis and apparently kids in full body armor just wandering around getting sandy in awkward places. As far as vacations went, Stan couldn't have really asked for more.

For that reason, suddenly being back in the land of perpetual rain and shredded fall out shelters and deadly plagues wasn't exactly sitting well with him. So, like any kid who had discovered he could now get away with it, he had decided to liven things up with a few drinks and some random conversation. He'd already had a few rounds with a couple of locals by the time he saw the old guy sitting there looking so intent. These days, locals were pretty bummed, and for good reason. Maybe this guy was one of them too.

So Stan dropped into the seat beside the guy as he waved at the bartender for another round. Most old locals really liked kids. He could probably score a few more free drinks if he played his cards right. "Afternoon."

Good.

[knocker]

He eyes the younger one up and down. A year and a half ago, he might have judged this kid to be a good-for-nothing druggie dropout or something along those lines...which he certainly looked like, at least to Walter White, but well...he wasn't as quick to judge anymore.

"How are you doing? Uh...are you allowed to be in here?" he questioned as nonchalantly as he could. He did look young, after all.

[lazyinlove]

That was a good question, honestly. Stanley didn't really know the answer to it though, so he shrugged. He wasn't quite old enough to drop out yet, but he wouldn't be surprised to hear that someone thought he looked the part. He spent as little time at school as possible anyway.

Well. Back when there had been school to go to, that was. Now, he just avoided training whenever possible. But if there happened to be a legal age here it wasn't very well enforced. Or maybe he just looked eighteen. Either way, he wasn't complaining. "Nobody's kicking me out."

Sure enough, the bartender even brought the drink over in the same disinterested way he'd served the rest of the customers. No ID check, no complaint, not even a wink to indicate it was a special treat. Things seemed to work differently here.

[5055034455]

[Saul has a tan, a sort-of-girlfriend, and super strength.

Is he finally ready to deal with Walter Fucking White?

...actually, no, he'd much prefer going on with life pretending like Walt doesn't exist, but that's impossible and he needs to deal with this shit before Sonya kicks his ass. So here he is, entering the bar like he had no idea he'd run into Walt here — despite the fact that he's been tracking the son of a bitch since day one thanks to Stephanie — and shouting, as bright and obnoxious as ever:] There you are! Jesus. I've been looking all over for you.

[knocker]

[Walt would recognize that voice anywhere. If not from personal interactions, then at least from his cheesy daytime television commercials. He instinctively winced at it. It was loud and boisterous in the atmosphere they were in.]

Hey, Saul.

Where else've you been looking?

[5055034455]

Up hill and down dale.

[He strides right up to the stool beside Walter and makes himself cozy on it, hooking one foot over a rung and leaning sideways, elbow resting on the bar top.

So cool. So calm.]

How's life?

[knocker]

[He turns so that he's facing Saul more fully. He shrugs.]

Well, other than a lot of the weird things that go on around here, can't complain too much. And you? What have you been up to?

[5055034455]

Oh, y'know. Got my fingers in a bunch of pies — keeping busy, getting paid.

[Look at that grin, Walt. Didn't you miss it? DIDN'T YOU??]

Is it safe to assume you've settled in alright, then? Accommodations to your liking? Work treating you well?