Difference between revisions of "Log:It's Always Evening Eventually"

17 May, 2018

Ink and Olivia randomly meet in a bar and get to know one another. They talk of breaking and entering, music, and their families before she's offered a place to crash for the night (don't worry... its not like that).

Cyclone

It's an evening. It's always evening eventually. This evening finds Olivia back home, more or less. She has a single bag at her feet, and a guitar case tucked in close. There are a few empty glasses on the table in front of her, and one that's still mostly full that is occasionally brought to her lips. She looks thoughtful as she skims over some display on her smartphone, one foot propped up on a chair across from her, half sprawled in a less than glamorous fashion.

The door opens as Kevin, or as he's known now, Ink enters the bar. His mask has him appear as he did before he was taken, tall with a muscular built, dark hair and beard. Unzipping his black hoodie he slips out of it to show the deep crimson t-shirt he wears under it that shows off his tattooed arms. The hoodie is tossed onto a stool as he reaches into the back pocket of his back jeans while saying to the bartender, "Hey there. I'll get a double jack and coke, follow it up with another when you see me getting low please." There is a smile as he takes out payment and lays it on the table, looking to Olivia with a smile.

Olivia looks up as the door opens, gaze falling on the tattooed man that appears. She tilts her head somewhat curiously, her eyes moving over him in a somewhat assessing manner as he makes his way to the counter. The bartender dutifully mixes the drink, placing it in front of Ink with a clean glass. Clean! Olivia's lips quirk into a bit of a smile in response to the one she's given, her head tipping in his direction as she lifts one hand to wave. "Evening."

There is a wave as Ink looks to the stool beside her then all the empty ones and still sits with her. "Hey there." A look is given to the glasses and then the device before her. There is a slight smile as he looks back towards her eyes, "Mind if I ask, what're you reading or looking at there?" One dark brow lifts as he takes a testing sip of his drink and then nods before taking a longer gulp.

"Reddit." It's a simple response, the screen flipped around briefly to show him before Olivia sets the device down. "Only somewhat interesting tonight." Olivia picks up the cup with liquid in it, raising it to her lips to take a liberal drink. "So what are you doing here tonight? Just here for a drink?" Her brows rise curiously as she pulls her foot off the chair, leaving it free to be sat upon if he chooses to.

"Reddit... I see." Nodding his head he does take that seat as the first Jack and Coke is downed and the glass is swapped out for a new one. There is a nod towards the bartender as Ink smiles. "Tonight I was just out for a drink. Get away a bit and enjoy myself. What about you?" That second drink is lifted to his lips as he looks over to her over the rim.

Olivia nods at his answer, straightening her posture a little bit so she is slouching a lot less in her seat. "Mostly out for a drink. Checking to see where the spare house key was stashed. Been out of town for a few years, so my old house key probably doesn't work anymore." She squints thoughtfully for a moment before just shrugging. "It shouldn't, anyway. Lots of exploring to do eventually, when it's less dark."

With the drink mostly to his lips, Ink pauses to smile, tilting his head to say, "I'm a little confused by that. You mean your house key was here in a bar? Or ... You went to go home and found you couldn't find the key?" Downing the second drink he mouth with the back of his tattooed hand. "If you need help getting in I can help."

"That las... wait what?" Olivia squints at him a little bit, looking more curious than concerned. "I've been out of town for years doing the whole music thing. My old house key is... well, old. I haven't figure out where they stash the spare, so I have to wait until someone gets home or gets up to let me in." She smirks a little bit and takes another drink, setting her glass down. "I wouldn't advise breaking in, but it'd be interesting to watch if you really want to. I can just get a room for the night."

"Oh? Why not?" There is a smile and then he shakes his head with a a wider grin. "Big time security? Could be worth it to wake someone up..." There is a laugh as he holds out one tattooed hand, the knuckles scarred and the palm calloused. "I'm Kevin... Kevin Alexander."

The name causes her brows to perk, expression shifting to one of amused interest. "Well breaking into a house is generally frowned upon, but that name explains... a lot." Olivia reaches one hand over, long fingers curling around his own. "Olivia. Utridge. Usually just go by Liv."

His hand shake is firm but polite. "Liv. Its nice to meet you." The understanding she shows at his family name makes him laugh and then he shrugs. "Well its more an offer to help and less out the opportunity to commit a crime." A look is give to her drink and then he asks, "So, you just arrives like now? Where did you come from?"

"Uh huh, sure it is." Olivia grins at him, seeming unconvinced, but not put out. She squeezes his hand in response before withdrawing, leaning back again in her seat. "A few hours ago. Tried the key. Came here. Got some bar food, which is overpriced but fills the hole, and been drinking some." The question of her arrival causes her to look thoughtful for a moment, eyes rolling up towards the ceiling. "Ah... started in LA, not entirely sure I wholly remember where I stopped along the way, stopped here."

There is a wide grin at that /uh huh/ as Ink gives a wounded look. "I'm wounded, hurt even that you think so little of my family name." There is a slight wink to show he's teasing before he quiets down to hear the rest of what she says. "Well. Welcome home. You said you play music? What kind? I ... I have no cool skills like that. I've never been creative in the arts."

Olivia reaches one hand over to lightly pat the guitar case sitting beside her. "This. And some singing. And thank you for the welcome. You beat my own family to it." She grins at him and then gives him a somewhat incredulous sort of look. "You pick locks. Are you going to try to claim that is not an art? Really? That is very fine work. Unless your plan to get through the door is to break it down. There is less art there."

Chuckling at Olivia's response he shakes his head and says softly, "I don't know how good I'd do. I was a locksmith at one point in my life so its more technical than art... But thank you." Looking away he motions for another round of drinks for him and Olivia. Ink looks back to continues on, "The door? Through it? No I think a window would be the better call."

"Windows ARE easier to break," Olivia agrees with a nod. "They're vaguely more annoying in that they can cut you or anyone else that happens to come by, though. If they're not careful." The empty glass is gently nudged to one side as refills are acquired. "Still, I'd say work as a locksmith is far more practical than playing an instrument or singing. Though my job is more fun."

"I'd have to agree. Though the key is, I'd GUESS... When one breaks a window to make sure all the glass is broken out and no sharp edges are left in the frame. Then... You'd climb in... I'd guess? I've never done it myself." Ink nods as if to give credibility to his words but its obvious he's no stranger to breaking and entering. Taking his drink in hand he lifts it in salute, "Well. Welcome home and I hope you all the best now that you've made it."

"No never," Olivia says a bit drily, smirking as she raises her own glass towards his in response. "That's purely an educated guess, of course." She brings her glass to her lips and takes another drink, pouring a good portion of the liquid down her throat. "Mm... thank you. I appreciate it. Nothing like a warm welcome. Any hotels or the like that I should avoid?"

"You're welcome." Ink drains that third drink in two long gulps. The glass is returned to the bar and he pays for that round. "I'm horrible to ask as I've recently returned as well. I was away for a long time. So..." Pursing his lips he looks to her guitar and anything else she has. "This is purely a friendly offer but, you are welcome to come crash at my place."

A single brow arches at the offer, and she slowly finishes off what's in her glass before setting the last empty down. "Taking advantage of a drunken woman?" Olivia asks wryly. She considers the offer for a few moments before shrugging and pushing herself up onto her feet. "Well sure, why not. Not like you're going to get too far if you do try something."

There is a laugh and he says softly, "Oh don't worry I won't try a thing. I live in a cabin with my long time girlfriend. This is honestly a friendly offer to someone in need of a place to crash till they can get with their people. I'd hope if I ever found myself in a like position that someone would do the same for me." Nodding he slips out of his stool and puts on his thick black zippered hoodie. "Can I carry anything? My Jeep is out front."

"I'm not worried." Indeed, she doesn't sound terribly concerned. Olivia picks up her guitar, a single piece of luggage sitting nearby that she reaches for. It even has wheels! "Nothing to be carried. Just pulled. Thanks, though. Lead on, chariot driver!" Her chin lifts, hands too full to gesture to the door.