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Post by bluesy on Oct 20, 2013 20:55:38 GMT -5
Pat sat on the open side of the booth he and his friends used to occupy so frequently. There were a lot of good memories at this bar. He offered one of the beers to Shiera. "It's strange being here without Jack. Almost too quiet."
The dim atmosphere had once felt warm and jubilant, even comforting. Today it was almost oppressive. How could it change so much when everything was still the way it had always been? The glasses hadn't changed, or the sign, or even the dated decorations on the wall. He supposed it was them, this bar wasn't their bar anymore, because so many of them were gone. It can't be the same if they can't share it with the people they cared for. He frowned as he looked at his open bottle.
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Post by AnT on Oct 20, 2013 21:05:51 GMT -5
 "..." She felt soaked in the atmosphere, unable to talk...but drink. |
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Post by bluesy on Oct 20, 2013 21:16:28 GMT -5
"I'm sorry... You had to be there, Shiera.." Pat looked over at her. "I should have been there. I could have helped." He took a drink from his own bottle.
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Post by AnT on Oct 20, 2013 21:32:08 GMT -5
"Right, sure. Like you had any reason to go to London." she grumbled, taking another chug. She felt sick that she didn't stop that ice-freak. Suit or no suit, she could've crushed that guy. |
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Post by bluesy on Oct 20, 2013 21:46:31 GMT -5
Pat sighed, "Shiera... " he took another drink, unable to think of a way to comfort her. "Do you remember the mission in Canada?" His smile was sad but he was fond of the memory."Jack refused to stop talking in that horrible Canadian accent."
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Post by AnT on Oct 24, 2013 21:43:35 GMT -5
"Yeah but...did that involve that big-headed snot, Brainwave?" he chuckled. |
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Post by bluesy on Oct 24, 2013 22:05:44 GMT -5
Pat chuckled, "Yeah, can't remember for the life of me what he was doing, but damn if Jack didn't piss him off with that accent and the comments. He had a way of handling himself..." A grin crossed his face, "remember in New York? Up against tigress? "If I said you had a nice body, would you hold it against me?" He was fearless." He bit back a laugh. "I was so glad when he started joking and stopped being as serious like when he first joined."
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Post by AnT on Oct 27, 2013 2:11:45 GMT -5
Laughing hard, "Hahahaha...! I liked it when he called Brainwave 'Pimple-head'. I mean, his head does look like a giant pimple." |
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Post by bluesy on Oct 27, 2013 2:57:03 GMT -5
Pat laughed, sharing stories like this it felt like old times. He knew they weren't, and soon the jovial mood would turn again to tears, anger, and guilt. He intended to keep her spirits up as long as he could. "He really does. Jack would not lay off him either, he was so mad and distracted, he didn't even notice you behind him!"
There'd be time for comfort later, now was for memories.
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Post by AnT on Oct 30, 2013 20:32:26 GMT -5
"He got over that coma, right?" |
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Post by bluesy on Oct 30, 2013 20:39:59 GMT -5
Pat grinned and waved his hand dismissively. "Yeah about a month or so later. Didn't even do any lasting damage."
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Post by AnT on Oct 30, 2013 20:56:29 GMT -5
"Huh..." Shame the laugh didn't last long. "I...I can't believe the last time I spoke to Jack...he wanted me to join that new Justice Society." |
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Post by bluesy on Oct 30, 2013 21:03:35 GMT -5
His smile died slowly as he reached over and put a comforting hand on her forearm. He didn't know what to say, he knew sometimes what wasn't said was mattered.
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