Darrow - Goodnight @ Bar

[quinientos]

It's becoming a habit to go to a bar when the day is done. Vasquez has a somewhat regular job now on weekdays, between the gun range and then the odd jobs he picks up in the fields. It affords him the money to spend on liquor and fine clothes and cigarettes, playing to all of his vices. He's been learning about the future, too, and he's starting to get better at it. Not perfect, but better. When he comes into the bar for a drink (maybe hoping to see a familiar face), he does end up finding that.

It's not the one he expects, but he still finds one. Vasquez tempers his disappointment, because Goodnight is still a decent man to drink with and he's becoming closer with him and Billy both (Billy is being helpful teaching him knives, there's no closer you can get than a man teaching you how to kill). He slides into the seat beside him and raises a hand to the bartender, then gestures to Goodnight. "Another for him, and one for me of whatever he's drinking," he says, giving Goodnight a nod of greeting as he settles into the seat beside him.

He's wearing modern clothes, but one of the pair of jeans Sweeney had picked out for him and one of the cardigans he'd found for himself, over a plain t-shirt. He's starting to enjoy those, sadly, maybe because of how comfortable they always are and look. "Where's your deadly half?"

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[goodnight_robicheaux]

Billy had taken a night shift, so Goodnight took himself to a bar that he liked. He'd had a mind to just stay there until Billy's shift was up, maybe insist that he come get him because he would likely be too pickled by then to even walk home.

But, maybe he should pace himself and send himself home earlier than that. He hadn't really made a decision yet, though he was a few drinks in when someone joined him at the bar and ordered him another. Vasquez.

"Gin and tonic," he reminded the bar tender. "Billy's working tonight, so I've taken myself out for the evening."

As always, he made sure he looked put together before leaving the house, though tonight he was rather casual: a dark sweater, with the collar of a lighter shirt neatly cuffed over the top, and black jeans.