2019-05-14 - Slow Night

Alexander enters, frowning suspiciously at the bar. As if it has personally offended him by having changed even the slightest bit, even just by changing the bartender. He's damp, especially from the knees of his battered jeans down, and leaves a couple of saltwater footsteps as he wanders inside. His clothing doesn't look promising on the tab front: an oversized gray sweater with actual mothholes is pulled over a white undershirt (obvious because of the holes), and even when the jeans and sweater were new, they were not designer wear. He makes his way to the bar, takes a seat, and stares at Easton. He might ask for a drink eventually?

Julia is already at the bar, having finished her shift. She hasn't changed yet, so there might be a bit of an oily fryer fishy odor to her. Hair dragged back in a ponytail, jeans, and her Fish Free tee with its Flashdance scissor cut neckline. She has a shot of tequila in front of her, undrunk, which she stares at like she can see the future in its surface.

Suriel needed a drink after work, which was not always the case. The tall woman with raven hair heads in and finds herself a seat at the bar. She settles down and orders herself a beer before peeling off her jacket and hanging it over the back of her chair. There's a look to Alexander and then to Easton and Julia, "Evening." she nods to them.

Nodding up with his chin at Alexander as he takes his seat at the bar Easton asks, "What can I get for ya?" His face is pleasantly neutral and doesn't seem bothered by the man's clothes. He waits for a moment before smiling at Suriel as she walks in.

Glancing over at Julia, his eyes narrow slightly, she looks familiar. He's probably seen her around on the boardwalk even though he hasn't been here long.

"Who are you?" It's an abrupt demand towards Easton from Alexander, his eyes narrowed. But he reaches into the pocket of his jeans, and finds a wallet. There IS some cash in there, and he pushes a ten towards the man, while never moving that lizard-like gaze from him, until he has entirely retrieved his hand. It'd be nice if he answered the actual question, but instead his gaze flicks over to Julia. "There's a food blogger in town. I told her about your place." And probably made a sterling impression, really. Sariel's entrance gets a brief nod-type-thing in return.

Julia looks over at Suri a touch wearily, but returns the nod with an amicable if tired air. As her gaze slides to Alexander, and she allows herself a faint smile. "Thanks for that. I can almost imagine the critique. 'This tourist trap shack has an impossibly garish decor, with offerings of the sea that only plebians of the lowest order could love'." She doesn't seem to have much faith in food critics. She knocks back her tequila, and wraps her knuckles on the bar top. Thank you sir, may she please have another?

Suriel gets her drink and then there's a look to the others, a bit of a smile at them. She then takes a sip of her beer and there's a bit of a hum for a moment as she enjoys that first post work sip. Then the zookeeper stretches her legs out at the bar and listens to things for the moment. Not in any real hurry to add to a food blog conversation.

Some people in this town go on dates. Since there's not a vast assortment of high-end restaurants and/or bars to choose from, they wind up doing things like strolling along the beach; it's very romantic and stuff. But it's also very chilly, and that's why Alex and Violet decide to quit being romantic and come in out of the chilly air, stopping just inside the door to get the lay of the land. "At least it's a short walk up the hill to the house from here?" he suggests, putting on the brakes the second he's through the door, brows a-climb. "We seem to have hit upon a cache." Of shiny-people! Look at them all!

Up until she steps through the door, Violet's wearing a happy face. It brings out the bright blue of her eyes .. or it would, but the thick glasses dim the brightness. She's wearing a floral sundress for the beach stroll, her frizzy hair tied back on account of the weather, and she probably just put her sandals back on because her toes are still sandy and gritty. But she stalls just inside the door of the bar, blink-blinking at all the people. "Oh," she murmurs, tightening her hand around Alex's elbow. The smile collapses, and she's just left staring awkwardly. ".. Yes. A cache."

Blink. A slightly slower than normal blink from Easton is all the response to the odd reply that he gives physically. Verbally he offers, "I don't know how to make one of those. But I'll pour you a beer." And pointedly ignore the weird accusation / question.

He nods up to Julia as well and decides to pour the lady a shot before worrying about Alexander's beer. Something about the interchange between them sparks his memory and he says, "Oh! Heck yea, I'm one of those plebians of the lowest order then. It's the fish place, right?" Okay, maybe it's because she smells like a french fry that actually jogged his memory.

And suddenly Easton looks up to realize that this isn't quite as slow a Wednesday night as he had hoped for. With an odd hitch in his step, he turns and gets back to pouring beers and taking orders from the latest round of folks.

Alexander says, "Oh." Alexander stares down at the bar for a moment after Julia's reply, saying nothing. "A beer is fine," he adds, in a mutter, to Easton. He wipes his hands on his jeans, back and forth, his gaze rising again to note the newcomers to the bar. He looks around at everyone, and just makes this twitchy sort of nervous movement. He doesn't bolt, though. He does say, "Do you have pretzels? Hold the mind control. But cheese would be good."

Julia flashes Alexander a wider smile at that. "Yeah. I uh, took over for my mom. Until she feels better." Something distracts her, and she shifts in her barstool, twisting her torso to look at the newly arrived couple. Or more particularly, Violet. "Mierda." she says softly.

Suriel gives a look to the newcomers and there's a wave to Violet as she's a familiar face to the zoologist. She then gets to working on finishing her beer off. She doesn't seem to be in a very talkative mood this evening, but she is polite when greeting people.

"I guess we want a drink." Alex teeters his palm a little uncertainly at Violet, like he's loathe to walk away from the door - his hand's not still on the handle, but it could be back there in an instant! And then he lifts that wobbling hand in a wave, since apparently everyone turned to look at them at the same time, so he just gestures for Violet to proceed him into the bar proper. They'll just be down here, waiting for this poor bartender that wanted a slow night to notice them - and apparently not noticing anyone muttering curses in Spanish because Alex's dice suck. But at least he says, "Evening," to whoever is, like, around this general area.

Geoff pushes open the door as he makes his way into the bar, the man clad in a pair of jeans, an unzipped hoodie to fight back the chill and what appears to an iron maiden shirt beneath. Glancing about the establishment he takes stock of those drinking tonight before heading up to the bar and taking a seat by his lonesome on a stool. Raising two finger to get the bartender's attention he calls gruffly to him "Hey could I get a pint of whatever's on tap."

At least Violet manages to get away from the door before Geoff pushes it back open again. Much like Alexander, she's over here making all sorts of twitchy, uncomfortable motions, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth as she tries to avoid making eye-contact with anybody staring. But hey! She's used to this, so she's good at the no eye contact thing. There is a mild smile to Suriel when Violet catches the wave, a quiet murmur to Alex: "That is the keeper of the zoo." She chin-tilts in Suriel's direction. Julia's Spanish-cursing gets noticed by Violet though, because Violet's dice don't suck. "What does 'me-air-da' mean?" These are quiet words to Alex, because she's honestly trying to avoid looking in Julia's direction.

Suri gives a look around and there's a decision made on her behalf. So the older woman pays for her beer and tips the server. She pushes up from her seat and takes her jacket with her. A nod given to those that were at the bar, "Have a good evening." she states. Then she's heading out for the evening. Probably stuff to do. Animals to take care of.

Julia is actually half-smiling at Violet, when she admits unflinchingly, "Shit. It means shit. Sorry, I uh, you just surprised me, is all." She knew in theory Violet would look like Alice, but she really looks like Alice.

"Mister Turner," Alexander greets Geoff as the tattoo artist bellies up to the bar. "How goes the business of injecting foreign substances subcutaneously into people?" He tries to smile. It might heighten the need for a strong drink in his general vicinity, which at least does something good for the bar?

The wave of everyone turning to the door is not lost on Easton, who glances over quickly with just his eyes to take in whoever brought in a chilly breeze with them. And his look lasts just a few moments longer than he means to, because seriously what is that feeling? It's that twinge, like there pinging an unknown radar that he keeps mistaking for a danger signal. He mentally forces himself to relax the grip on the tap as he pulls a beer for Suri.

Geoff's entrance again causes him look at the door. He narrows his eyes at him again wondering if it's just that people look familiar or if he's that screwed up in the head. Sure he knows that he's not quite alright there, considering he's still talking to his dead best friend a year later but he thought maybe that was an isolated thing? "Sure!" He calls back at the request for a beer and doesn't bother explaining that there are multiple craft brews and just pulls a domestic. It's the friendly kind of stereotyping. Maybe.

"Pretzels, yes. Mind control, no." He spins a basket down towards Alexander and takes note of his questions for Geoff.

Leaning forward so he can actually see the person being indicated... right when she's walking out the door... Alex ahhs. "Probably too much to hope that she's off to free the monkeys, hm? Can we get a gin and tonic and...?" He indicates Violet with a chin-tip, whatever it is that she's drinking, he should probably know this but clearly does not. This is followed up by a rapid series of blinks at the translatey question, and it's on the tip of his tongue to ask a follow-up question, when Julia fills in: "Yes. Generally not what people use as a greeting. Buenas tardes?" he tries back at Julia, brow arched all skeptically.

"Oh," Violet blinks a few times, finally turning her eyes up to settle on Julia. There's no flash of recognition, no sense that she knows the woman whatsoever. But that she surprised Julia? Well, that earns a quiet: "I'm.. sorry. I didn't mean to surprise you." A frown flirts with her lips, but she chases it away with another bite to the corner of her mouth, and she slides up onto the stool beside Alex. As for her drink: "Can I just get a tea?" Yes, she just ordered tea at a bar, and not even with a long island in it.

Geoff offers a wolfish grin to Alexander as the man greets him "It goes pretty well, just got done with a rather large back piece. I'm rather pleased with how it turned out, thought I'd grab a beer and be sociable to celebrate." gesturing to his pocket which no doubt contains his phone. Upnodding Easton he offers in a cheery if still gruff way "Thanks bud."

"What sort of back piece?" Alexander asks, picking his head up even more as Geoff grins at him. His posture is almost normal, now, although his hands continue that rough, nervous wiping. At least until his beer is delivered, at which point he'll wrap them around the mug, instead. His attention twitches over to the discussion between Julia, Alex, and Violet. He stares at Violet for a long moment, then says, "You run the book store. Remember that you will die. That one."

Julia manages to look apologetic about startling Violet, and she doesn't want to be all I was locked up in the loony bin with your sister either, so instead she offers carefully, "You look like somebody I used to know."

"You do ink?" Easton asks of Geoff before having to apologetically hold up a finger as he turns to heads back up the bar to get the other patrons a drink.

He doesn't say anything about the ordering of a tea, it's still not exactly summer and frankly this woman looks exactly like the type of woman who orders a hot tea at a bar. He simply smiles and says "Sure thing,." He pours the drinks and then glances between Julia and the pair wondering about the odd greeting but not really saying anything about it yet. He's still trying to get his footing with the job, let alone figure out locals, regulars and what not.

He makes his way back to Geoff in time for him to remind someone of their impending doom.

"Is it too much to ask that 'Remember you will die' is the name of the store? Or some really ill advised self-help book?"

Watch Alex digest all the people saying all the things to Violet - Alexander, who almost makes him sputter the drink that just got dropped off and given a test-sip, with the 'remember that you will die'; then Julia with the 'you look like...' He turns a little on his barstool, watching Violet's reaction to all this - and skipping a glance across her toward Geoff, who he just happened to notice. They go to church together! He totally quick-smiles at the guy, but it's not the time to be all talking about Jesus right this second. He just makes a quiet, "Hmm," sound and holds Violet's hand so she doesn't panic and bolt (or at least takes him with her if she does).

Geoff fishes out his phone and shows off a pic of a bare woman's back with a freshly inked grayscale lithe cherry blossom tree that runs up along her back along the left side with its falling petals taking on the shape of butterflies as they descend further from the tree "It's a fucking work of art that is." Taking his beer he tilts it back and takes a deep swig from it before clinking the glass back down against the bar. With a cocky self assured grin he tells Easton "Damn straight I do ink, best you're gonna find in the state."

"Oh," Violet replies to Julia. 'Oh' seems to be her go-to word. It is a good word. But her cheeks grow considerably more pale than they usually are, and while she doesn't necessarily bolt? She pulls rather hard on Alex's hand, tightening her grip. Poor guy, he's gonna get white-knuckled. "I don't look like anybody!" she insists firmly, then adds quietly: "Except for myself. It must be a coincidence. Or you've.. you've seen me. Around town." Then Alexander was staring and Violet turns to stare right back at him, hard. For exactly ten seconds. Then she drops her gaze. "It's an antique and rare book store, actually," she says in a quiet voice, as though that's what truly matters.

"Hooooly shiiiiit, I was gonna get that exact tattoo!" Easton exclaims with faux sincerity, leaning over the bar to look at the phone. "That's crazy man, how did you know?"

"You got a card?" He asks, with a slight smile still on his lips at his own joke.

Alexander says, "Memento Mori," Alexander tells Easton, with a touch of exasperation. "That is what it means. Remember that you will die. Or that you are mortal." He meets Violet's stare with a flat gaze of his own, but he accepts the correction with the closest thing the man seems to have to grace. "I like it. The shop. And the name." Then he turns away, back to Geoff to look at the phone pic. "That seems...painful. And there's a lot of space for microtrackers." One corner of his mouth curls up as he cuts a sidelong look to Geoff."

Julia's brows hit her hairline. "Wow." she says, her expression turning incredulous as she snags her second tequila and knocks it back. Wincing at the swallow, she says, "I had no idea you were that ashamed of her. But I guess that's just the thing families do around here, huh?" Her tone is perhaps oddly bitter. The question appears rhetorical as she swivels back to face the bar. "Easton? Lemme have a beer, and I'll be done for the night."

Geoff eyes Easton critically before shaking his head "Nah man, you don't want this girly stuff. I'm betting what you want is a nice memento mori." he gestures towards Alexander as he explains "Seriously man, greatest art style to come out of the middle ages." clicking his tongue he gestures with an imaginary tattoo gun "You want danse macabre, jolly skeletons pestering the living and reminding them that death is a round the corner" finally he tacks on for Alexander "I didn't microchip anyone today. Though I did have a guy ask if I'd slit his fingertips to insert magnets."

Alex got a little straw in his drink, right? And a lime? He fusses with those things briefly, managing to pretend like Violet isn't trying to break his fingers with the tightly polite smile he wears, the one that doesn't meet his eyes. "I'm sorry," he begins, using a tightly polite tone to match the tightly polite smile. He even leans forward - being short sucks, guys - so he can offer a handshake over to Julia. "I'm Alex. It's nice to meet you." Then there's Spanish stuff, and since only he and Julia are fluent, the rest of you can remain in the dark.

"Oh!" Easton finally gets what Alexander is saying, he didn't catch it was the name of the shop.

The light in his Easton's eyes goes dim, but he manages to keep the smile on his face as Geoff explains the Memento Mori style. Jolly skeletons pestering the living. Nope. Nope. Noooope. He swallows and manages to crack a smile and says "Nah, pretty sure I want something classy. Like a butterfly above my ass crack, or Barbecue Grill in Cantonese on my finger." He manages to hold the smile until he turns to go get Julia a beer.

Which unfortunately for her causes him to give her a brief glare as the thought of a tattoo commemorating his deteriorating mental health fails to appeal even to his blackest of humor right now. But he recovers with a small shake of his head and hands the beer to Julia. He again tries to figure out the odd dynamic between the three without getting too nosy. It's a tough read though and the language barrier doesn't help him decypher what is up, so he slides back on down to Alexander and Geoff.

"You.. you do?" There's a note of surprise in Violet's voice when she turns her big blue eyes to Alexander, after he says he likes the shop. "I.. thank you. It's my pride and joy," and the tightness of her mouth relaxes some, a briefly bright smile appearing .. and immediately vanishing at the snap from Julia. Her eyes bulge and she jerks backward, the reaction similar to being punched in the gut, her eyes widening as Alex goes and shakes her hand. Obviously there's something lost in translation here. "A-a-ashamed? How could you even say something like that?" It's probably by sheer will that she doesn't burst into tears. But her eyes are definitely damp-looking.

Alexander offers a brief, but nearly real smile to Geoff. "A remarkable art style, yes. I always thought there was value in a reminder of mortality. We forget that, as we move further from it - the less we're exposed to death, the more we work to try to forget it. Sometimes that spares us fear. But it also robs life of some of its verve. Media is deepened by that knowledge, I think." That's downright civil. At least until Alex introduces himself and his eyes snap to the doctor. "/Alex/. Not Alexander. /I/ am /Alexander/." It's very intense, as if the doctor might have plans against his very identity. "And no one likes crazy people." So sayeth the crazy person.

Julia had her back turned, so unless Alex thrust it in front of her, she doesn't see it. With her back still turned, she answers with Violet's own words, her voice pitched slightly higher, a little breathy: I don't look like anyone, it must be a coincidence." She looks over her shoulder at Alex, takes him in with one flick of her lashes. "All I did was say hello. And try to let her know someone else gave a shit." Gave a shit about what? She doesn't say. "I was actually glad to see her, crazy me." The word 'crazy' has some biting emphasis.

Geoff dips into his pocket and puts a fiver on the bar in front of him and says in a low voice to Easton and Alexander "I got five on the sultry latina if this comes to a cat fight." voice raising back up to a more conversational tone he tells Alexander "You know I found the original symbolism of the movement to hold the most sway. Like death comes for us all, so stay true to your ideals and don't waver from the path you walk. Momentary distractions of the flesh are soon passing." taking another swig from his beer he gestures with the glass to Easton "So what's your name bud, I don't think I caught it."

That's cool. See above re: Alex has composure for days, so his hand stays out there, unshaken, and he manages to reeeeeel it back in without looking like the single most awkward person on the planet. He curls it around the base of his glass, and he does what everyone else seems to be doing: he looks intently at someone for a long spell; that someone is Julia, at the moment. "Hmm. So you're very confrontational. Interesting," he decides as if that's just the kind of thing people say to someone they just 'met' at a bar. Then turns toward Alexander over there, pastes on a perfectly fine smile, and does not offer a handshake (fool him once!). "Hello, Alexander. I am Alejandro." See? No name-theft (you dirty name-stealer, you).

Alexander relaxes, fractionally, at Alex's smile and clarification. "Ah. Good. That solves the problem." No shame in name stealing. None at all. He stares at the five Geoff puts on the bar with a blank expression. "Fighting in a bar seems unnecessary. And it's loud in unpleasant ways. Please don't." This last to Julia and Violet.

There's a slow inhale and a very steady exhale of the same breath as Violet sits there on her stool and does her very best impression of a person who wasn't about to burst into tears. It's not a very good impression though. "I.. I.." she starts, blinks a couple of times at Julia, and then just wilts. She reaches for her cup of hot tea and jerks it to her, thankfully not splashing deathly hot water all over the place. "Thank you," is all she says to Julia. "I'm not ashamed." Then the girl who has been practically whispering this entire time turns to stare at Alexander again, before looking very ashamed and properly chastised. "Yes, you're absolutely right."

Leaning on the bar, as if trying to give some privacy to the three having words at the other end of the bar, Easton smirks at the five. He looks back over his shoulder and sizes them up. Innately he knows that there is something else going on, and oddly there's something there that he recognizes? But he still has no idea what any of that is and doesn't have words for it. He instead says outloud "Yea, I'd pay good money for her to slap me around.." which is followed by "...that was my out loud voice." He shrugs it off, not particularly phased by that rather tame admission.

He looks between Geoff and Alexander and their talk of death and fleeting life and momentarily tenses his jaw, but manages to pull that into a nice, tight, fake smile and nod. Hearing them talk about death and the shortness of life makes him want to shout that they have no idea what the hell they're talking about, but he should probably not do that to patrons. Or people in general.

"Actually so long as you don't break shit or sue us, I'm kind of fine with it." He adds on to Alexander's comment about fighting in a bar. He adds, "And it's not pointless! Punching things can be very cathartic. Or maybe hairpulling..." He asides to Julia, "I haven't tried that." He reconsiders that, looking her over and says, "No. Nevermind. You're more of a puncher, aren'tcha?"

Oh, no. Julia turns her head to look at Alexander, of all people. As she talks, her hands flit around her providing emphasis to her words. In fact, her whole body is involved with this. "Excuse me," which is to says, excuse him, "Is this your bar? I don't think it is. Are you the bouncer? I don't think you are. Are you her boyfriend? I know you definitely aren't. So you need to focus on your own booze and mind your business." Turning back to Violet, though more to herself, she says in Spanish, "What is it about men that they have to get into our business all the damn time?"

Geoff nods in agreement with Easton "I'm with you man, fighting actually solves a /lot/ of shit. Once saw two guys, both had been ramping up for weeks had been talking a lot of shit and were about to cause a riot and wide scale fight. Eventually talked them into settling it like men and fighting it out in the showers." pausing a moment he comments "Still got the riot but it was from the fallout. Or a more mundane case, back in highschool fought it out with a buddy released some stress and were able to salvage the friendship.

Alexander stares at Easton, at that fake smile, until Julia turns on him. Then he stares at her, eyes wide and dark. "You're excused," he mutters, almost by instinct. The questions seem to hit like physical blows, and he hunches up and edges away from Julia to the faaaaar edge of his stool. And then he turns back to his alcohol and minds his own damned business, his non-beer hand going up to rub anxiously at his temple. He just shakes his head with a twitchy little motion in the conversation about fighting.

Yeah, so two things happen in fairly quick succession. One, Alex quips back to Julia in Spanish, "What is it about you that you have to pick a fight with someone that you don't even know?" Two, the stool upon which Julia is seated gives a decisively unhappy crack, one of the legs popping free of the spindles so that - in about a second here - the whole thing is going to come unbalanced and tip heavily over on its remaining legs. She should probably stand up super-quick or fall down with it?

Actually, it's kind of three things, because Alex also reaches for his wallet about then, smiling and saying (in English) to Easton, "Sorry about your barstool." He puts some money on the bar, weights it down with his glass.

Almost as soon as the stool starts cracking, Julia stands up. She speaks directly to Alex in a rapidfire pace of Spanish meant for those raised in the language.

Violet has owlishly wide eyes for Julia when she speaks Spanish at her. There's absolutely nothing about this that she understands, that's pretty clear. Too bad Julia doesn't speak Latin. "I.." she starts, but then Alex is answering back, and the stool is falling apart, and Violet looks like she very well might faint. She jerks to her feet, pushes her tea-cup away, and gives Alex's hand a tug when Julia starts rapid-firing Spanish at him. "I.. I ruined our date. We should probably go," she insists. She looks like the type of person that this shit happens to ALL THE TIME.

"It's Easton." Yes, very belatedly he remembers to introduce himself, with slightly raised eyebrows asking for a name in return. They raise only slightly higher at the talk of a fight ... in the showers. It takes Easton about two seconds to go from Military? to Prison, mentally with a quick narrowing of his eyes.

The crack of the barstool though causes him to spin and glare at the three of them. He knows that was the thing. Right? That's not a coincidence, someone is up to hijinks. He looks between Alex and the stool and then at the money. It doesn't take Glimmer to put together, what's going on. "See? First rule was what? No breaking things." He sets his hands on the table but Julia is already up out of her seat and Spanishing frantically at him. So he makes good use of his time to instead pick up the money that was left and see if that's going to cover a barstool.

"You can go now" He waves dismissively at Alex. "Good night." In case he was thinking about staying after that little bit of business.

Geoff 's eyes widen at that first metaphorical punch being thrown, and he needs nothing more then to hop to his feet. Rolling his head with an audible crack to his neck "Knew tonight was going to be fun." The way he holds himself shows that he's no stranger to violence or brawls, though he isn't rushing into any trouble or looking to pick it he seems more defensive. Since people are talking spanish he jumps right on in, his verbage is certainly off and it sounds more like what's he learned is /solely/ useful for picking fights, even if he is saying everyone should calm down using slang and insults he probably doesn't realize are insults. finishing that bout of bastardized spanish he looks between Violet and Alex with surprise "Wait you two aren't related?"

"Oh no," Alexander mutters as people get up and words he doesn't understand are thrown but nothing that is happening here seems to be pleasing him at all. He rubs harder at his temple, and says, "Just calm down. Calm down. Nothing needs to be broken. No one needs to be angry." A pulse of...something accompanies the words, a wave trying to press into the minds around them and, quite simply, calm them the fuck down.

More Spanish is happening while all you people are doing whatever you're doing. Alex rattles off things at Julia, all fast because that's just how Spanish works. Then he reiterates, "I'm sorry for breaking your stool," to Easton, and leaves it for Julia to clarify whether or not they're related. "You," he's talking to Violet now, taking her hand because they're cute like that (all evidence in here tonight to the contrary), "didn't ruin anything." He calls Julia like a lot of bad words in Spanish on his way out the door.

Julia leans back in against the bar, looking for all the world like it is indeed Miller time. "No," she says in English. "I know Alice." She lets out a sigh, lolling her head to look back at Easton. "Sorry for the trouble, E. Come by during the lunch rush tomorrow and I'll comp you some salmon, okay?"

And just like that Julia has suddenly calmed down, but Easton is still fired up like he's about to jump the bar. Not that he sees anyone he'd consider actually punching in that situation, it just felt like that was about to happen and then.. what was that?

He looks around, as if scanning the room visually is going to show him who just tried to do something to his head. He shakes it off and grumbles to himself, "Why the fuck did I come here again..?" He breathes out a hard sigh and announces, "Okay, next one's on me. Let's reel this back in and enjoy a friendly drink, yea?" Thankfully this didn't turn out to be the barren wasteland of a Wednesday night that he was promised so he can afford to buy a couple drinks to get things smoothed over.

Violet pins a look in Alexander's direction, though there's nothing at all said. Instead, she squeezes her hand around Alex's own, and puts her head down. She's going to get the hell out of here, and probably go have a good cry.

Alex shakes his finger at Julia on the way out the door. It's a real 'look what you did, young lady!' gesture. And then he's onto all that cursing he's doing in not-English, taking his poor lady home. He didn't even get his one GD gin-and-tonic.

Alexander meets Violet's stare with one of his own for a long moment, although he doesn't say anything to her, either, and she's soon swept away. He puts another ten on the counter, and disengages without a word, sidling away from the group as quickly as he can without running into Alex and Violet on the way out.

Geoff settles back into his seat at the bar and shakes his head slowly as everyone seems to vacate the bar after that explosive bout of action, commenting wryly to himself "Well that went nowhere." and with that he tilts back his beer and finishes off the rest of it, getting another pint as he pulls out his phone to check up on something or another, probably reddit.

As others walk out, Erin walks in. She's an Addington and she looks like one. Acts like one. Her tall, willowy frame is graceful as she approaches the bar taking a glance around at who is left. Very few it seems. It doesn't stop her from sidling up to the bar and planting herself on one of the stools there, even leaning forward a little to give the bartender a charming smile before placing an order for a mimosa, assuming naturally they'd have what she ordered. Then she takes the time to turn in her seat and offer a look towards the familiar Geoff, a brow arched as she considers him a moment. "It's been awhile." Deliberately sounding vague, but curious all the same.

Julia finishes her own beer, pays her tab, and with a nod for Erin, starts heading for the door.