2019-11-20 - Husbands AF

Summer blew past and it's well into fall now and rapidly approaching the holiday season. And though Geoff and Easton have gotten some time here or there, it's been mostly text messages or Easton showing up late and passing out drunk on Geoff's couch. So finally some time is set aside for a proper night of drinking. Easton leaves the Jeep parked outside, well aware that he more than likely is drunkenly stumbling back to Geoff's to crash. Calling out to the barkeeper as soon as he's in the door, "Double double!" and she shakes her head at him while rolling her eyes, as all the bartenders do here. He's loud and ridiculous, but tips well and hasn't thrown up since that shot contest where he slammed his head on the ground and lost to the Kelly boys, something they regularly remind him of. By the time he takes a seat, there are two shots of whiskey and two beers ready and waiting, he hands over his card because a tab is most definitely required.

No sooner is Easton sitting down then Geoff is pushing his way through the doors, pausing only to glance around to spot his bro before heading for the man with a purposeful gait. Taking a seat beside Easton he flashes the other man a grin and says "Finally I get a chance at being the one to get you drunk, not just enjoy your drunk ass." Clapping the man on the shoulder he says "It's been too long since we last got to just chill, man."

With a light shoulder check of greeting back to Geoff, Easton laughs and says, "I want to get 'college girl' drunk tonight." Because on the scale of drunkness, white girl wasted is even beyond Easton in terms of drunkness. "Which means you get to carry my short ass home." He pushes one set of the drinks down to Geoff and says, "Now shut up and drink your damn shot."

Geoff is not one to argue when a shot is put before him, taking the glass he tilts it back and downs it before returning it to the bar upside down with a cocky grin "I'm not sure man, if you're getting college girl drunk tonight I'm not sure I can save you from the frat bros running train on you." with a sigh he shakes his head "I'm guessing I'm getting us an uber home because I have no plan on being good to drive when we leave here. That or we walk home and fight everyone on the way, which not gonna lie. It sounds good."

Easton's shot is likewise downed and flipped. He laughs about Geoff having to protect him from frat bros. "Did I tell you I ended up at a college party on Halloween? Some of my waitresses invited me. I felt so old. And I opted out of the spin the bottle, which was probably a mistake in hindsight." Not that he's thought about it since. Spoiler, he has. "Ugghhh, that sounds so good. I would love to get into a good fight tonight. Last fight I had was ... not so great. I got my ass handed to me by a very cute Irish chick at Kelly's." He's not hiding the fact that he got whupped, but he's also not excited about it either.

Geoff shakes his head slowly "You turned down spin the bottle with coeds and cute waitresses. The frat party god is frowning on you in shame." Reaching out he takes his beer and tips it back to take a sip "As for getting beaten by a cute Irish chick I can think of a hundred worse things then that. Though it doesn't really help when you want to vent some stress. Tell you what, we'll walk back to my place and if we find any other drunks we'll beat their asses." rather out of the blue he adds "We need to go bowling sometime soon man, and by that I mean you and I need to make bowling team shirts."

Grinning and shaking his head Easton says, "I know. I'm disappointed in myself, I have failed everything I stand for." He smirks and adds, "And maybe I thought it'd be a bit awkward if I madeout with someone on my staff. But the real reason I jetted was one of their roommates he uh.." Easton takes a big gulp of beer before admitting, "He looked just like Tom. Banks." He is glad to be broken away from that train of thought by talk of beating drunks, "Yes to beating drunks. And absolutely to bowling shirts. Team name? Husbands." He laughs loudly at himself and takes another gulp of beer.

Geoff offers his fist out for a fist bump, just letting the bit about Tom kind of drop there "Husbands as fuck. I'm thinking we have the team name along the shoulders, with two bowling balls and a pin embroidered on the back with flames around it." What doesn't need to be added there is what his tone indicates /for subtlety/. "So man, what's been up with you lately man? Doesn't seem like we ever get a chance to just catch up."

Easton and Geoff are busy getting drunk at the bar and yelling loudly between the two of them, making the bartender roll her eyes. It's not a terribly uncommon sight for the two of them to be taking up stools and talking far too loudly, though it's been a while. Easton bumps Geoff's fist and says, "Damn straight." to the pitched design of what their bowling shirts are going to look like. "Usual stuff. Funerals for serial killer ghosts, investigating tiny ghosts with Clayton, possibly dragging your ass back into the other side for some intel gathering. What about you? And how have you not inked me yet? This is unacceptable Turner."

Thewlis slips into the bar, with Jade on his arm. A bar, of all places. There might even be some people staring to see Thew Moore in a bar. Hell, Thew Moore in any place but a diner for dinner, the cemetery, or the hardware store.
His head is down, eyes flicking from point to point, practically clinging to Jade as they make their way in.

Geoff slams his fist down on the bar "You what? There are tiny fucking ghosts and you didn't tell me man? What the fuck. Like big ghosts can get fucked, but tiny ones? That's something I didn't even know I wanted in my life till I knew it was a thing." When the subject turns to what he's been up to he cocks a grin "Kind of been busy with Harper, you know catching up on missed time hanging out. Things have just been right since we started dating." pausing to take a deep drink from his beer he then gestures to Easton with teh glass "As far as getting you tatted up? That's just because you never visit me at work. Then again you could just drag your ass to my trailer and tell me what you wanted. It's not like I don't have a rig there too."

Jade squeezes at Thewlis' arm as they make their inside the Pourhouse. She glances around here and there, though in a curious fashion rather than paranoia, a smile on her lips. Seeing the loud men at the bar, she leans her head towards Thew and murmurs, "You want to pick a table or something? Or brave the bar?"

Easton doesn't seem all that surprised by Geoff slamming his hand down. They are easily the loudest patrons in the bar, but that's always true. "No. See tiny ghosts are dead kids ghosts and ain't no one wants dead kids ghosts, they're the worst. All needy and wanting shit and creepy as fuck. Give my hot slutty ghosts who like didn't get wild enough in life and roam the earth trying to get their freak shit on." He smirks and says, "Somehow Tom never mentioned getting any ghost ass, but I like to think that was a thing for him." Past tense.

Easton looks at Geoff with a blank look of being very unimpressed when he talks about Harper. "Catching up? You mean fucking like rabbits to make up for the nights you spent in prison thinking about her." He just shakes his head, disappointed in the lack of candor. "Yea, I need a tat sherpa though. I don't need anything more on my ass, I'm thinking chest? Something geometric?"

The hand slamming and yelling makes Thew flinch, repeatedly and he looks to Jade, brow knitting. "I. Don't. Could. I." he looks to the tables, and then the bar. Nothing where he can truly put his back in a corner. He walks, robotically, headed towards the bar... easier to leap over if need be, pulling a stool out for the lady on his arm. "Chucky's name, the man who went into the doll - Charles Lee Ray was assembled from Manson, Oswald, and James Earl Ray - three killers for one name." walk getting a little straighter as he begins feeding her trivia.

"Brad Dourif was also part of another very famous horror series.. which one?" Jade responds by asking Thew something horror-movie-related, smiling up at him. She lifts her free hand towards the pair at the bar. "Hi there. Jade Rivera, this is Thewlis Moore. Did I hear someone say ghosts? If you've got ghost stories, I'd love to hear some. On record, if you don't mind, so I can get a transcription for the research and to let my partner in film get his own take on it." Her smile briefly becomes a grin before looking back to Thewlis, "Wanna get a pitcher?"

Geoff pats Easton on the shoulder consolingly "We'll get you some ghost ass buddy, I'm sure it has to be out there for you. As for tiny ghosts." he wrinkles his nose there "I thought you were just talking about like midget ghosts which sound like a /riot/. Can they even reach the door knob to rattle it?" he downs the rest of the beer and gestures towards the passing bartender, calling out "Two more!"

And then they are moving back to Harper and he offers a grin "While I'm not going to deny that, it's also been more like going out and doing things. Amusement parks, orchards, got a plan to go backpacking. We've got more then just physical shit to catch up on that we missed during all those years. Figure if I'm alive I might as well act like it." pulling out his phone he sends off a quick text with a grin pulling at the corner of his lips

"Exorcist, Alien and Halloween if you count remakes." Thewlis nods and looks to the tender, then back at the bar, then at the loud men when Jade introduces herself. Watching them a moment and then looking around the bar with a a fear in his eyes like he was waiting to be attacked. "Pitcher... sounds. Works good." At least the fever was gone and the Dreams had stopped...

Devlin comes into the bar, his eyes sweeping the room before he heads for the bar. "Hi Thewlis, Jade." He then makes his way in their direction. "I'm taking a bit of a break from my studies.. " He smiles a bit as he gets closer to the couple. "Hope you two are doing ok."

"Fuck yes midget ghosts. I would party so damn hard with tiny adult ghosts." He agrees quickly with Geoff, becuase yes, obviously that would be awesome. But then Jade is introducing herself and he looks at her and then at Thew and says, "I have nothing to say on the record about this. Sorry." But he offers a friendly enough smile before turning back for his next round, being sure to finish his beer as well, least he fall behind.

Easton seems duly impressed when Geoff rips off a list of terribly wholesome activities. He skeptically echoes, "Orchards?" And then pulls out his phone when he gets a text from Geoff. He laughs as his phone plays something. He texts back before sliding his phone away. "Fine. But we will do wholesome shit together then."

Jade clucks her tongue then looks back towards Thewlis with a bright smile, "God you're sexy when you're spouting trivia." Kissing his cheek, she takes a seat on her stool, only to immediately swing around and lift a hand towards Devlin with a grin. "Hey Dev! How's tricks? We just got a pitcher, wanna join us?" Turning back towards Thewlis, she smiles, "Alright, you win this round, Mr. Moore. Hit me with your best shot and lets see what you got."

"See, this is why we're married. You get me." Geoff says as if there was ever any doubt why they got married "You know...I can't think of anything good that's ever come of talking to someone on the record. Plus ghosts, midget or not deserve their privacy." This is said with a completely straight face, whether or not he believes it is another matter "Yeah man, if you want to go picnic in an orchard and talk about highschool then we can do that to. You know I can't say no to you."

Easton doesn't argue the facts of their marriage. It's just plain truth. He also nods from over Geoff's shoulder about ghosts privacy. "Right to be forgotten and all that." Nope, that's not what that means, but it sounds kind of smart in the moment, at least to his ear. He is taking a drink but almost chokes when Geoff offers a picnic in an orchard with a straight face. He coughs and sputters taking napkins to clean up his beer spray. "Damnit Turner." But he can't help laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of the offer. "Can we hold hands and talk about our feelings?" He can't quite wipe the grin off to say it with a straight face but he makes an effort.

"Devlin. Hi. Seeing you... It's. Hi. Good." Thew nods a few times at the man before he is blushing with his head down at Jade's praise of him. He watches her request get shot down, but he does allow himself a moment of thought. "William Katt film with a cameo by Richard Moll in 1986 - was a horror film which had its sequel play out as a horror comedy?" he watches her, looking at each of the bar patrons before back to Jade... and... well he hovers there a moment before he continurs scanning the bar again.

Devlin says, "Hey there." He smiles, "Sure.. I'll buy the appetizers Jade. What would you two like, Wings, cheese sticks.. something else?" He then hmms, "Playing horror trivia again, I see... pitty.. not very good at it myself. Mind you.. I can think of my one and only tough one.. horror movie where many doctors were killed by things like bats, bees, locusts, and a killer frog mask as examples.""

Jade cants her head at Thewlis and lifts a brow, "But House was from '85, not '86... he did Perry Mason in '86." She reaches for the pitcher, pouring out three glasses of beer. One goes to Thew, one is held out towards Devlin, and the other stays near her. "Oooooooo, cheese sticks! Please and thank you." She flashes a grin at him, "Cabin in the Woods."

"Guarantee you House was filmed 85, released 86." Thew takes his beer and nods a little in thanks before sipping. "Buh-be-et you... a..." he blinks and blushes, looking down at his hands before looking to Devlin, "Thuh-tha. You. Appreciate it... Thank." he looks back to Jade again, brows raised.

Easton gets another text on his phone and groans. "Shiit." He chugs his beer when Geoff looks up to wonder what is up. "I gotta go, pipe broke at the bar, water everywhere." He signals the bartender and makes plans with Geoff to drop him off home on the way through back to his bar. "Dammit this is not college girl drunk! I demand a do over!" The two men laugh and push each other as they make their way out of the bar, which seems suddenly much less rowdy once the two have left.

Devlin orders the cheese stix and a moment later his phone rings. His tone annoyed, "What now?" He looks at his phone, "Damn.. it's my lawyer in California.. I need to go." He pays for the stix, "Sorry.."