log: bar post for losers

[alphawho]

Who: Whoever wants to hang out at a bar, also Church
What: Bar post!
Where: Eagle & Asp
When: 2/1-2/7
Warnings: Church

Comments

[depthlesslock]

'Sure, but unless Epsilon moves out for good, that's not going to be for a while yet.' Isn't Gamma fourteen? So that's at least another four years.

[alphawho]

"Still better than they're living now, though. I think. You've probably seen the place."

[depthlesslock]

'I've seen the old place but not the new one,' he says. 'Delta says it's good though.'

[alphawho]

"So life's not all shitty fire and brimstone right now, huh?"

[depthlesslock]

'No, it's not,' he agrees, nursing the bottle.

[alphawho]

"But still shit enough to need to drink as much as possible." So noted. "How's Sigma?"

[depthlesslock]

'You're the one dragging silver linings out of the clouds here,' he grumbles. He's not a negative person, but every now and then, all the shit just gets to him and he needs some time to moan about it.

The mention of his boyfriend, however, breaks the metaphorical clouds up a bit. 'He's doing good, been trying to figure out how to get rid of the gunk from last month. The two of us are gonna wat-sh Theta and the twins during the move.'

[alphawho]

"I bet Omega's flipping out about that. Fuck him."

[depthlesslock]

'Wouldn't surprise me in the slightest.' He glares at the bottle.

[alphawho]

"Sigma'll take good care of the kids. Bet you will, too."

[depthlesslock]

'We'll do our best,' he says, nodding. 'They're great kids.'

[alphawho]

"Anything for me to help? Or just keep applying booze until it doesn't hurt anymore?"

[depthlesslock]

'Right now, I'm gonna go for the latter.' He takes another swig.

[alphawho]

"Always happy to help on that front."

[depthlesslock]

'Yeah, it's your job,' he says. 'And you're doing it well.'

[alphawho]

"Good to know I'm earning my keep."

[depthlesslock]

'You're welcome.' He looks down at his bottle. It's nearing on half empty.