A Friendly Drink [Open]

[Emmett Coupland]

Some nights were busier than others. Owning a business made keeping a normal schedule almost impossible, especially when she remained her own only employee. But the cards fell in her favor that day; Emmett was caught up entirely with the vehicles in her garage. She could only hope there wouldn't be any emergency calls for a tow, because today had been shit. It was a drinking night.

She leaned up against the bar, having yet to take a seat as her thumb dragged along the edge of her collins glass. The harsher gin was mixed with something a little sweeter. Either way, it was more than halfway gone.

Though it took more to impair her senses, and she certainly wasn't done this early in the night. The mechanic tipped the glass to her lips, abandoning the straw that had came with it and finishing the contents inside.

With a lift of her hand, she waved the bartender down, pointing to her drink for a refill.

[Vince Cooper]

Another ass-beating. Underground boxing had really gotten the best of Vince in the last few weeks. The whole illegal part totally faded from his mind. It was so well done that the thought of them ever getting into trouble was completely out of the picture. 

Anyways, Vince had gone out the the warehouse to spar. With his recovering shoulder, his right hooks were slower, lighter, and far less accurate then before. His partner was boneheaded idiot who never knew when to stop. Vince, of course, knew this and thought that he had the big oaf under control. 

One this led to another and Vince had swung, missed, and left his lower kidney wide open. Seeing the obvious opportunity the guy swung and Vince fell the the ground. The pyro's pride kicked in when he got back up and continued to fight, swaying from side to side. With these underground guys there were no morals. If there was an slight chance of total domination, then these guys would fully seize the moment. 

To skip ahead, Vince had a rough night. He got home, bloodied and bruised. A black eye shone across his face and cut right below it stung as he showered. Once changed he decided to head out the the bar for a pain relieving drink. 

The guy wasn't in his total right mind. Vince may or may not have had a slight concussion. The first var he saw as he walked downtown, he entered. Totally oblivious that this wasn't his regular, Vince slammed down into his seat next to a woman. He threw his arms down and leaned his head up against her shoulder. "Get me a drink! I need to be fucked up in the next half hour or my heads gonna explode." He gestured to the woman. "And pay for her's too..." He may have been shouting but everything was ringing inside his head. 

[Emmett Coupland]

When Emmett heard the scuffle of feet come up next to her, she felt the first tug of a grin. It sounded like some poor girl had a few too many drinks from the heavy footsteps, but when she glanced to her side, she was surprised. Not because the person next to her wasn't drunk, but rather, it was a guy.

Did he even realize what sort of bar he was in?

But she didn't question the way her drink was paid for. Only an idiot would pass up free alcohol, as long as she could keep her eyes on it. Though admittedly, she had become quickly distracted by the way he was using her like some sort of pillar. Even in the dim light, she could see the way his face was bruised.

She pressed a palm to his shoulder, a small pat before laughing. "Look man, it looks like you've had a rough day, so I'm sure this is the last thing you want to hear." Still, she was grinning considering the circumstances of a stranger being suddenly up in her business. "You're at the wrong place if you're looking for a good time."