[OOC][PLOT] Planning for Arc 1 - Arrivals

[Rajvik]

hey, the talk about Callahan's, i dont know that bar/restaurant chain, so i'm going to basically be putting it here in Maguires Irish Pub or rather in the building, does it match even closely?

Thety are referring to a fictional bar: Callahan's Crosstime Saloon from a novel series by Spider Robinson.

alright, then try this on for size.

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I don’t know when the Maguires in Pensacola changed into a Callahan’s, but it still was a decent bar, with the usual pub grub and booze so I wasn’t one to complain. Quite frankly, with the time I was having with the two crews integrating and getting used to living in my world, I needed a night out. That and the ability to be alone in a crowd was starting to wear at me.
 
Unfortunately for the last bit, even sitting at the bar listening to a good guitarist play in another room, I was still alone in the crowd. It was my curse really, something about me made me just blend into the surroundings. Thankfully, my sense of obligation was able to keep me from being a complete drunk like the platinum blonde down the bar. Loud, raucous, and absolutely beautiful, there was something about her that twigged my memory, like I had seen her somewhere before. I let out a sigh and stared at my cola, it wouldn’t matter if I knew her or not, I was not one of the beautiful people, and I was not one of the important people. That was something that was usually left to Washu-chan who qualified on both accounts, (especially when she showed her older self,) and Belldandy-sama. Hell, even Skuld-sama was more important than I was, but then again, I couldn’t begrudge the fact that the goddess of the future was such a cute little cuss.
 
“Oh, who’s the gloomy Gus?” a voice said loudly in my ear. Glancing over my shoulder, I found the drunken blonde practically pouting right at my shoulder. “Mike,” she called to the bartender. “This man needs something strong, a drink to liven him up.” The bartender nodded and pulled a bottle from the shelf starting to poor the shot even before I could refuse.
 
“Miss,” I said starting to turn on my barstool, “I appreciate the drink, but you don’t want me drunk in my current mood. It wouldn’t be a good thing.” She turned back as if to argue with me and our eyes locked, that and I noticed the bright blue mark on her forehead. “Urd-sama,” I whispered, my eyes going wide. How had I missed the mark of power when I saw her the first time, how had I missed the obvious gold bangles and other hallmarks of her appearance? None of that mattered as in the next moment her lips were pressed fully against mine.