Log: Doug/Garrison/Jared/Farouk/Logan
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Bitter and oft-jilted men drink too much and talk about women. Misogeny happens. A lot.
"See, here's the thing." Garrison put his elbows on the table, leaning forward over his beer in the classic pose of barroom pontification everywhere. "Business is important. I understand that. You understand that. Even Corbo understands that. But is it instant? No. Does it justify leaving a short letter and taking off in the middle of the night? No. I mean, she might as well have dumped me on Twitter. 'Dear Garrison, in under 140 characters, you suck. I'm outta here'". He picked up his beer and took a long swallow. "Women suck."
Farouk glanced at Harry who shrugged in return clearly signaling that he was going to be ho help whatsoever. Quite why Kane the Younger decided to join Amahl at his nook and open a discourse on the eternal perfidy of Eve's daughters was not entirely clear to Farouk. Although he harbored some suspicious, primarily in the direction of the amount of alcohol that Garrison must have consumed on his way to Harry's.
The kind was glaring at him, apparently expecting some sort of reply.
Farouk sipped his drink. "I wouldn't know. I am partial to the professionals, myself. They've always treated me fair."
Kane processed that disturbing piece of information for a quiet moment before determinedly turning away from Amahl to face Logan. "As I was saying. Women suck."
Logan snickered. "Tell us something we don't know." he said around another swallow of beer. "Must be somethin' in the air or something. Seems everyone's decided to bug the fuck out all at once." he observed. "Probably just hormones."
"I'd point that out as sexist, but I'm not any more inclined to be charitable to females than Garrison at present." Doug hoisted his own pint as if in a toast and echoed Kane's words. "Women suck."
"No kidding. I mean, would it really have been that difficult to even leave a voice mail? A chipper card that says 'bet you a dollar you're single'?" Kane tipped back his shot of Crown and waved for another one from Jared. "I think you guys have the right idea. Use 'em and leave 'em, or, well, rent them. Although, as an officer of the law, I have to point out that is illegal and I can't officially support it. So where do they have legal prostitution? Vegas, right? How long to get to Vegas from here?"
Farouk squinted at the dim lamp absently, doing off-hand calculations. "Uhm.. About 40 hour drive, I'd say. Or three - on a plane." The vision of thoroughly plastered Kane and Co loosed on the streets of Vegas momentarily seized his imagination, its glory almost striking him dumb. He wondered how big of a dent in his finances it would take to procure enough alcohol necessary to mitigate Logan's healing factor.
He winced. Then shrugged.
Worth it.
Especially considering that the unanimous agreement on the other side of the table vis-a-vis the evil of the female gender was clearly heading towards some sort of macabre homoerotic resolution.
Doug pursed his lips and took another sip of his beer. "Well, there is Atlantic City. It's like...I dunno, Vegas Lite. No legal prostitution, unfortunately, so if Garrison here's really sold on 'get thee to a nunnery, go' then...yeah." The idea of going to even an upscale 'house of ill repute' with the other three men at the table... "I need more alcohol."
To that comment, Jared flew back to the bar and came back again with a dozen shot glasses. "And now, my specialty: adios mother fuckers. vodka, gin, rum, tequila, triple sec... That will do better than beer." Drinks was Jared's only means of communication since he didn't have such girl issues.
"What, do you keep a spill bucket under the drinks shelf and market it later?" Kane said, although it didn't stop him from upending the shot in one motion. He set it back down with a grimace. "Yurgh."
Logan was far less fussy about his shots - he just downed one and then reached for another. But even he made a face at the taste of it. "Fuck." he muttered as the drink burned its way down his throat. "Heh. Cop boy in a whorehouse. That'll be the day." he teased with a grin. "But the geek's got a point. You need to get lost in someone else, make you forget the bitch."
"Yeah, that didn't work so well last time."" Kane leaned back in his chair, after re-acquiring his hold on his beer. "So, my ex was crazy, Doug. What did you do to yours?"
Doug snorted. "Crazy? You want to talk about crazy, try dating a precognitive." He looked assessingly at the drink Jared had mixed. "Oh wait, that's right, you did," he said sarcastically before knocking the glass back. "And who the hell knows. I got a letter with a bunch of platitudes about things not working anymore, and she was gone by the time I found it. Hell, she barely even took any of her stuff, and this is a woman who packs three suitcases for a weekend trip."
Logan couldn't help it. He barked out a laugh. "Ain't that just a bitch." he said, still guffawing. He only broke up with his last lover because he went feral and she was disappointed and pissed-off that he didn't invite her to watch. Or hell, even jump in and enjoy. There was crazy, and then there was _crazy_. "Fuck, I need more booze." he said to himself as he reached for another one of Jared's nasty shots.
Farouk's eyes narrowed, his interest suddenly and genuinely piqued. A precog radically changing her patterns of behavior was never a prelude to anything remotely good. But it was always something worth knowing everything about.
Unfortunately at the moment it looked like any attempt at a direct question would degenerate into X-Forcer figuring out whether it had anything to do with his better half seeing erectile dysfunction in his near future.
Thankfully there were more ways of killing a cat besides chocking it to death with cream. Amahl caught the bartender's eye and made the universal gesture for More, Stronger and Keep it Coming.
'Win-win, really.' He thought idly as Kane narrowly won his battle against the combined assault of perfidious gravity and treacherous chair. Even if there was nothing to the story - there would certainly be a story by the day's end.
Back from his ballet between tables, Jared left a dozen Mindprobes on the table. What would fit the situation better when talking about a precog. He was way too conscious it was a lot of alcohol for one night, and though he was on duty, he has had his load of it. 'Whatever', he thought, 'who wants to live forever, anyway..."
"Okay, this is as bad as when Lil worked here." Kane helped himself to another shot. "Fuck it. They're all nuts. That's what it comes down to. A mass state of insanity that percolates once they enter a relationship and doesn't end until you're stuck being yelled at because you did something wrong to them in a dream they had and now they want it explained. I'm going to request a transfer up to the Arctic. There they feed women to narwhals when shit like this happens. Narwhals, seriously."
"No shit. Narwhals?" Logan said, clearly amused. "Heard they're vicious beasts, narwhals. As soon fuck you as look at you." he mused. "You ask me, it's all hormones." he said darkly. "Only thing that explains it. They get tits, they start bleeding, then they go mad." he said. "Sucks, but there it is."
Farouk sipped his coffee. "Fascinating theories, all. With that sort of insight in the workings of the inner woman, I am shocked at your present conundrums."
Kane focused blearily in the rough outline of what he assumed was Farouk - or at least his general direction. "At least we don't have to pay for it!" Jabbing his finger at the Arab for emphasis was a slight tactical miscalculation.
Amahl observed interestedly Garrison's desperate struggle to remain upright and sighed with slight disappointment when the Canadian once again emerged triumphant. "Debatable, young man. Highly debatable..."
Certainly a significant investment in a liver transplant seemed to loom in someone's future.
Doug rested his head heavily against one hand. What the hell had been in those drinks? "Someone stop the room, I'd like to get off, please." He had a brief moment of lucidity in realizing that he was going to be paying for this in the morning.
Bitter and oft-jilted men drink too much and talk about women. Misogeny happens. A lot.
"See, here's the thing." Garrison put his elbows on the table, leaning forward over his beer in the classic pose of barroom pontification everywhere. "Business is important. I understand that. You understand that. Even Corbo understands that. But is it instant? No. Does it justify leaving a short letter and taking off in the middle of the night? No. I mean, she might as well have dumped me on Twitter. 'Dear Garrison, in under 140 characters, you suck. I'm outta here'". He picked up his beer and took a long swallow. "Women suck."
Farouk glanced at Harry who shrugged in return clearly signaling that he was going to be ho help whatsoever. Quite why Kane the Younger decided to join Amahl at his nook and open a discourse on the eternal perfidy of Eve's daughters was not entirely clear to Farouk. Although he harbored some suspicious, primarily in the direction of the amount of alcohol that Garrison must have consumed on his way to Harry's.
The kind was glaring at him, apparently expecting some sort of reply.
Farouk sipped his drink. "I wouldn't know. I am partial to the professionals, myself. They've always treated me fair."
Kane processed that disturbing piece of information for a quiet moment before determinedly turning away from Amahl to face Logan. "As I was saying. Women suck."
Logan snickered. "Tell us something we don't know." he said around another swallow of beer. "Must be somethin' in the air or something. Seems everyone's decided to bug the fuck out all at once." he observed. "Probably just hormones."
"I'd point that out as sexist, but I'm not any more inclined to be charitable to females than Garrison at present." Doug hoisted his own pint as if in a toast and echoed Kane's words. "Women suck."
"No kidding. I mean, would it really have been that difficult to even leave a voice mail? A chipper card that says 'bet you a dollar you're single'?" Kane tipped back his shot of Crown and waved for another one from Jared. "I think you guys have the right idea. Use 'em and leave 'em, or, well, rent them. Although, as an officer of the law, I have to point out that is illegal and I can't officially support it. So where do they have legal prostitution? Vegas, right? How long to get to Vegas from here?"
Farouk squinted at the dim lamp absently, doing off-hand calculations. "Uhm.. About 40 hour drive, I'd say. Or three - on a plane." The vision of thoroughly plastered Kane and Co loosed on the streets of Vegas momentarily seized his imagination, its glory almost striking him dumb. He wondered how big of a dent in his finances it would take to procure enough alcohol necessary to mitigate Logan's healing factor.
He winced. Then shrugged.
Worth it.
Especially considering that the unanimous agreement on the other side of the table vis-a-vis the evil of the female gender was clearly heading towards some sort of macabre homoerotic resolution.
Doug pursed his lips and took another sip of his beer. "Well, there is Atlantic City. It's like...I dunno, Vegas Lite. No legal prostitution, unfortunately, so if Garrison here's really sold on 'get thee to a nunnery, go' then...yeah." The idea of going to even an upscale 'house of ill repute' with the other three men at the table... "I need more alcohol."
To that comment, Jared flew back to the bar and came back again with a dozen shot glasses. "And now, my specialty: adios mother fuckers. vodka, gin, rum, tequila, triple sec... That will do better than beer." Drinks was Jared's only means of communication since he didn't have such girl issues.
"What, do you keep a spill bucket under the drinks shelf and market it later?" Kane said, although it didn't stop him from upending the shot in one motion. He set it back down with a grimace. "Yurgh."
Logan was far less fussy about his shots - he just downed one and then reached for another. But even he made a face at the taste of it. "Fuck." he muttered as the drink burned its way down his throat. "Heh. Cop boy in a whorehouse. That'll be the day." he teased with a grin. "But the geek's got a point. You need to get lost in someone else, make you forget the bitch."
"Yeah, that didn't work so well last time."" Kane leaned back in his chair, after re-acquiring his hold on his beer. "So, my ex was crazy, Doug. What did you do to yours?"
Doug snorted. "Crazy? You want to talk about crazy, try dating a precognitive." He looked assessingly at the drink Jared had mixed. "Oh wait, that's right, you did," he said sarcastically before knocking the glass back. "And who the hell knows. I got a letter with a bunch of platitudes about things not working anymore, and she was gone by the time I found it. Hell, she barely even took any of her stuff, and this is a woman who packs three suitcases for a weekend trip."
Logan couldn't help it. He barked out a laugh. "Ain't that just a bitch." he said, still guffawing. He only broke up with his last lover because he went feral and she was disappointed and pissed-off that he didn't invite her to watch. Or hell, even jump in and enjoy. There was crazy, and then there was _crazy_. "Fuck, I need more booze." he said to himself as he reached for another one of Jared's nasty shots.
Farouk's eyes narrowed, his interest suddenly and genuinely piqued. A precog radically changing her patterns of behavior was never a prelude to anything remotely good. But it was always something worth knowing everything about.
Unfortunately at the moment it looked like any attempt at a direct question would degenerate into X-Forcer figuring out whether it had anything to do with his better half seeing erectile dysfunction in his near future.
Thankfully there were more ways of killing a cat besides chocking it to death with cream. Amahl caught the bartender's eye and made the universal gesture for More, Stronger and Keep it Coming.
'Win-win, really.' He thought idly as Kane narrowly won his battle against the combined assault of perfidious gravity and treacherous chair. Even if there was nothing to the story - there would certainly be a story by the day's end.
Back from his ballet between tables, Jared left a dozen Mindprobes on the table. What would fit the situation better when talking about a precog. He was way too conscious it was a lot of alcohol for one night, and though he was on duty, he has had his load of it. 'Whatever', he thought, 'who wants to live forever, anyway..."
"Okay, this is as bad as when Lil worked here." Kane helped himself to another shot. "Fuck it. They're all nuts. That's what it comes down to. A mass state of insanity that percolates once they enter a relationship and doesn't end until you're stuck being yelled at because you did something wrong to them in a dream they had and now they want it explained. I'm going to request a transfer up to the Arctic. There they feed women to narwhals when shit like this happens. Narwhals, seriously."
"No shit. Narwhals?" Logan said, clearly amused. "Heard they're vicious beasts, narwhals. As soon fuck you as look at you." he mused. "You ask me, it's all hormones." he said darkly. "Only thing that explains it. They get tits, they start bleeding, then they go mad." he said. "Sucks, but there it is."
Farouk sipped his coffee. "Fascinating theories, all. With that sort of insight in the workings of the inner woman, I am shocked at your present conundrums."
Kane focused blearily in the rough outline of what he assumed was Farouk - or at least his general direction. "At least we don't have to pay for it!" Jabbing his finger at the Arab for emphasis was a slight tactical miscalculation.
Amahl observed interestedly Garrison's desperate struggle to remain upright and sighed with slight disappointment when the Canadian once again emerged triumphant. "Debatable, young man. Highly debatable..."
Certainly a significant investment in a liver transplant seemed to loom in someone's future.
Doug rested his head heavily against one hand. What the hell had been in those drinks? "Someone stop the room, I'd like to get off, please." He had a brief moment of lucidity in realizing that he was going to be paying for this in the morning.
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Date: 2010-07-07 03:36 am (UTC)Also 'Narwhals'! *snickers*