Post by Deleted on May 15, 2013 16:41:51 GMT -5
Friday night and, for once, Jessie was without a case. At least, without a case that didn't require transportation of the reliable sort. Her old charger was acting up so she'd had to give in to Colt's lecturing and left it with a mechanic to work on. Since that mechanic just happened to be her big brother himself, she'd beaten a quick retreat out the front door, snagged the keys to his GTO and taken off to Curse's place for a bit of R&R.
No way in hell was she being stranded where her older sibling could ring a peel over her head about what she should, could and would be doing in the near, far and very distant future. Nor was she in the mood for his poking at wounds that weren't quiet healed. Hell no. What she needed was a bottle of tequila, some loud music and a few hours to get rip roaring drunk. If she was lucky, maybe she'd even get lucky and meet up with a guy who was worth a few hours distraction.
Then again, maybe not she decided as she stepped inside the Pirate Flag and got a gander at those gathered. A shudder went through her at the thought of doing the bedroom tango with any of them. Yup, definitely going to need some tequila to wash those mental images away, she thought to herself as she hurried towards the bar and spied Curse tending.
"Hey Jordan... Please tell me you got some Jose back there because ... I gotta feeling its going to be that sort of night." she called out, sliding on to a stool and perching there with a wry grin.
The sandy haired weapons expert arched a brow and shook his head before moving down the counter to pick up the gold label bottle. "Your stomach, Coulter. You want to rot your gut, guess thats your problem but no getting sick on my floor." he snarked back, giving her a wink. "You want a beer with that?"
Nodding at her friend, the brunette was glad she'd dressed in a pair of cut off shorts and a tank top for the night. The California heat was still in full force and Curse liked to keep things on the ecomony cycle as far as comfort in the bar. Jessie half suspected it was a ploy to sell more cold beers. Whatever it was though, no one ever complained as it wasn't unbearable and seemed to fit the theme of a beach island paradise.
"Anything interesting happening around here?" she asked, wincing as Jimmy Buffet sang about Margaritaville and she had to mentally roll her eyes. "And as long as you keep the tequila flowing, i'll be as good as gold."
As the first shot slide in front of her, she glanced at the paper on the bar and blinked. Arching a brow in disbelief, she shook her head and looked at the bar owner once more. "Are they still petitioning to move that graveyard? I swear... You'd think people would learn. Why wake the dead if you don't have too? That graveyards been there for... well...ever. The town cant be that desperate for expansion...Someone should raise a few bodies for them and put the fear of god into the greedy council men."
Watching him ruefully, she continued to shake her head.
"Not to mention... Thats right on your back door step isnt it? You could be looking at a few unexpected guests..."