Fire up that fiddle, boy, and bring me one last drink [open]

[truthsandlyres]

Who: Apollo and YOU, please

What: Having a drink

Where: One of the taverns by the inn

When: Sukkardi (Saturday)evening

Notes: Multiple threads okay!

Warnings:Tipsy Apollo?

Apollo was not unfamiliar with battle. He'd watched dozens of them. Hundreds of them, maybe. He knew how war worked, understood that people were drawn to bloodshed, believed that world peace would never be achieved. Still, it had never mattered before.

He had never been in the middle of it before.

The whole event had left a bad taste in his mouth, which was why he found himself knocking back drinks. More than ever, he was eager to get back home, to be able to distance himself from all the unpleasantry again. "Another," he called out, pushing his empty glass back. Half distracted by a woman down at the other end of the bar with dark eyes and a large chest. Eyeing him less than discretely and he felt nothing. A sigh of disgust. What was wrong with him?

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[truthsandlyres]

Apollo slammed his palm against the bar top.

"Hello" he announced, suddenly feeling quite cheerful as the man sat down nearby.

"There was a bug," he said by way of explaining his slamming his hand on the counter. There hadn't been a bug. Sometimes it just felt good to hit something.

Maybe he should have gotten more involved in that battle after all.

[edsidlemirth.livejournal.com]

Eddie glances for the bug that isn't there, but isn't going to complain about the lack of some gross dead thing on the bar, or someone explaining that to him. Friendly people who initiate conversations are awesome. So, he continues to grin.

"Hello. Bugs? We're under attack again? That would be unfortunate."

He holds up a hand, apologetically, to excuse himself while he orders himself something to drink. Soda at the bar. He's one of the big kids, now!