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.

Comments

[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.