Cheers To The Weekend (Open)

[Levi Alexander Wolfe]

It was Friday night, the start of the weekend. For most it would be considered a great day of the week. No work or school until Monday. Just the weekend ahead of them, but for Levi it was like any other day of the week. The thought of the weekend didn’t affect him much. Time was a fluid concept to him. The hours blended with days, days with weeks, weeks with months and so on. So here he was, twenty-seven years old back in his hometown after years of bouncing around in Europe. It felt like just yesterday that he made the most troubling decision to return to Kalispell. Perhaps it was in a moment of weakness that he felt reminiscent and craved a more steady and permanent place to call home. No matter of his past, this will always be his home. That thought terrified and disgusted him, but at the same time it was also oddly comforting. Christ.

Days like today, days where the thoughts came one by one fluttering to the front-line of his mind was when he tended to take a walk down to his favorite bar in town. His visits have been become more frequent since he first returned two years ago. Levi entered the all too familiar bar and to his luck his seat at the bar was wide open waiting for him, beckoning him to come. He furrowed his brows slightly irritated with himself. As he approached the bar stool, the one thought he dreaded the most, the one that would set him off, hit him the hardest it had ever done so before. What are you doing with your life? Levi let out a small huff as he took his seat at the bar. He nodded politely at the bartender who had already so kindly had prepared his drink for him as soon as he had entered the bar. Was he that predictable? Guess so. Levi threw back his Whiskey sour as if it were a shot. The bartender had his second one line up already. This one he would take his time with, hopefully.

Levi had been so caught up in his own head that he completely missed the person seated next to him. He glanced over as he took another large sip of his drink. The bar was as it usually was, a few people sprinkled about. He came he to drown his thoughts, not sulk about and dwell on them. That’s what tomorrow was for, until Levi figured out something else to distract him. Perhaps he’d take his babies for a trip in the woods. Who knows. That was for the tomorrow Levi to figure out. The present Levi wanted to not think tonight, shut his mind down. He looked at the person next to him who seemed lost in their own thoughts just as Levi was. Shrugging he lifted his glass at the person, “To the weekend, I guess.” He said, as he shrugged once more and downed what was left of his drink.

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[Drew Conner]

Drew Conner wasn't old enough to drink, let alone be in a bar. He wasn't one of those kids in their late teens who grew facial hair and looked well over the legal age limit either. While one of the handful of ID's he carried in his wallet did say he was just months passed his twenty first birthday he was used to the skeptical looks he received when it was brought out. Thankfully for him, a silver tongue coupled with a few well placed bills was usually more than enough to get the benefit of the doubt. Matt's Hole in the Wall was the type of place that probably needed less than that to get the staff to look the other way.

The college sophomore hadn't anticipated meeting up with anyone at the bar. He was merely here to people watch as he was wont to do. Drew always loved sitting back and taking in the different interactions between people under various conditions. He enjoyed travel and sitting in airport terminals never ceased to keep him entertained. It was almost a case study, at this point, where he attempted to study and isolate the subtle nuances of each person's body language, demeanor and facial expressions. Drew would never let it be said he didn't suffer for his art.

"That's a good a reason as any." Drew replied without missing a beat as the stranger beside him spoke. He followed suit, lifting the glass that had just been freshly filled with ice and bourbon and took a sip, his eyes shifting to look over the older man. Carefully he reached out with his power, letting the telepathic link barely graze over the man's thoughts. The way the rest of whatever he'd been drinking disappeared made Drew believe this could be quite an interesting encounter. "What're you drinking?" He asked glancing to the bartender and waving them over. "Another round, on me."

[Levi Alexander Wolfe]

The pungent taste of the whiskey lingered momentarily on his palate while the burn rushed down his throat. He slammed his glass onto the bar top, savoring the last few moments of the taste that filled his mouth. His eyes were locked on the glass, his hands were tightly wrapped around it. He truly enjoyed the taste of whiskey. There was something about it. It was his favorite liquor. His mind was reminiscent of his time back in Europe. More specifically when he traveled to Ireland. He made it a point to visit every whiskey distillery that he could during his time there. One in particular came to mind. It was when he was in Dublin. He had visited the Jameson’s Bow Street Distillery, which he found absolutely fascinating. It had seemed so far, that his reason for coming here tonight was working. Although there was a small part of Levi that felt like he was treading in dangerous waters.

With his mind still replaying his time in Ireland he simply shrugged at the stranger’s reply to his own salut, which was a pathetic attempt to toast to something. He straightened his back and slowly released his grip around the empty glass. His hazel eyes shifted from the glass to the stranger beside him. He looked too young to be here, but who knows. If he was, good for him. Levi recalled the day he got his first fake ID. It was so poorly made, but it worked. Some people just didn’t care. That, or it reminded them of when they tried the same thing when they were younger. Either way. It didn’t matter. Having a drinking age was stupid. Levi had his first drink when he was fourteen. He had broken into his father’s beloved scotch collection. It was hidden in his office, locked in a very nicely made wooden liquor cabinet. He distinctly remembers the sound the ax made when it came crashing full force onto the oak doors. Levi smirked at the thought.

“Whiskey sour.” Levi said, a bit absentmindedly. The bartender knew Levi’s drink of choice all too well, and kept his tab open for weeks on end. He was good for it, but he would never pass up a free drink. “Thanks.” Two years. It’s been two years since he’s returned and nothing has change. Another drink was most definitely needed.

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Tag: Drew Conner

[Drew Conner]

Drew couldn't help but let a telepathic link graze over the surface thoughts of the older man beside him. The images he received were... different and a bit on the confusing side without running the risk of being discovered by digging a little deeper for context. People were always such strange and fascinating creatures. There was something about being able to pierce the veil and look beyond the haze to pick out true intent and thoughts. This mind, however, went much, much deeper than most and Drew was left intrigued.

After lowering the glass from his lips, Drew glanced toward the stranger briefly, taking in the subtle cues of his body language. "You know." Drew started, dropping his gaze to the glass sitting on the bar in front of him. "They say most men drink to either remember, or forgot." He mused, a bit of a smirk playing upon his features. "I think that's a narrow minded take on it." Drew lifted the glass, moving it in his hand to watch the ice cubes clink around in the swirling, brown liquid. "Is it so unreasonable to think one can drink simply because they like the taste of aged bourbon?"

[Levi Alexander Wolfe]

Levi raised an eyebrow and narrowed his hazel eyes on the stranger next to him. He was slightly taken aback by his comment. It was odd, but yet so true. Most people did think that. And here Levi was, drinking for all three of those reasons: to enjoy the taste, forget the bad, and remember the good (and bad if he allowed himself to). But is it possible that he just found someone who also enjoyed whiskey?

“Is that why you’re drinking?” He asked gesturing to the stranger’s glass in hand. His mind was still filled with thoughts of the Irish whiskey distilleries. Yet, the thought of his father was starting to creep its way back. “Cause if it is, you have good taste my friend.” Levi said with a half-smile.

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Tag: Drew Conner

[Drew Conner]

In all truth, Drew had so very little he could possibly be drinking to forget. Yes, he carried with him not just the weight of a young man transitioning into adulthood but also the expectations of a corporate heir and son of one of the most influential men few had ever heard of but all in all Drew's life was pretty damn good at the moment. He paused a moment to contemplate this, a thin smirk touching his lips as he went down the list. The girl of his dreams was now his wife, he wasn't even old enough to be legally drinking the aged bourbon in his glass and he was already the CEO of a company he founded (with his parent's funding, of course), one of his rare, precious personal friends had recently made their way to the Academy and he was now sitting in a bar, far too young and yet feeling damn near untouchable.

"There's something to be said for both." Drew said after a moment. He turned, leaning against the bar top as he looked out over the room with a calm, stoic expression on his face. "Although usually I'm just here to people watch." He admitted, casting a glance toward Levi and issuing a bit of a chuckle. "They're fascinating, really." His gaze went back to sweeping over the rest of the patrons in the bar with a certain sense of amusement gleaming in his eyes. "If you really know what to look for it's better than any nature show on TV."

[Levi Alexander Wolfe]

Levi thought about the taste of his drink. With every sip he took he let the liquor lingering in his mouth longer than most would. He wanted to remember positive things, like the distilleries, like (most of) the entire trip he had across the vast countries of Europe. He even wanted to remember Aurora, but as happy most of those memories were they were also painful, and for that, he drinks. The one major thing he wanted so desperate to forget was simple: his father.

His life wasn’t necessarily bad, but it was great either. It was neutral. Levi wanted nothing more for that to so desperately change. This wasn’t the time to be thinking about this. No. He was here to forgot, to let go, and not to think. Yet here he was, all in his head again.

Levi nodded in agreement. There was something about the way this guy carried himself. It was more than confidence. Levi followed lead, and his hazel eyes scanned over the crowd. He spotted the blonde middle-aged woman who would always give a flirty wink. He averted his not wanting her to know he noticed her. It would only give her the satisfaction. He let out a small chuckle, “That’s one of my greatest pastimes.” He said, giving his drink another sip. “The bar is probably one of the best places to do so.” He leaned over slightly to the stranger. “Lowered inhibitions.”

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Tag: Drew Conner