Drinking (open)

[Ravager]

The bartender looked up as another customer entered her bar. Although you sometimes got families on road trips or lost tourists they usually came earlier in the day. At this time of night it was bikers or truckers and this guy was definitely a biker. Although he seemed a little clean cut despite all the black leather, maybe he was just a Sunday biker.

As she watched him smile at the regulars before heading over she changed her mind, lone strangers were usually more weary when first entering the bar. Oh sure, she knew none of the guys would harm a fly, but they didn’t look it.

Performing the roll of bartenders everywhere she asked, “What’ll it be?” if she was surprised by the soft Texan drawl she was more surprised by the request. “I don’t suppose you have any jellybeans, do you?”
She just looked at him and plonked a bottle of beer on the counter.

“Thanks.” He said laying down some money and taking a seat.

[beacon]

The bar wasn't exactly top of the line, which is what Mack was looking for when she pulled off of the highway and parked in the gravel parking lot. It was late, so it seemed that she had one of the few four-wheel vehicles in the lot. In fact, there was a long row of bikes close to the door, something that didn't exactly surprise her. She climbed slowly out of her Camaro, and made sure that it was locked up tight before slipping her keys into her pockets and strolling forward toward the bar.

Mack let her green eyes sweep across the patrons before she slowly made her way to the bar, her heavy, knee-high boots barely making a sound on the aged floor. Gracefully taking a seat, she met the bartender's eyes evenly and offered her a curt nod. "Give me a domestic," Mack nodded her head toward the large cooler behind the woman. "Make it a bottle, no draft."

Complying, the bartender quickly placed the bottle in front of the young woman and turned away, presumably to do a bit of clean up. Mack, meanwhile, quickly twisted the top off and took a long swig before taking another glance around.

Eyes widened in complete surprise as she spotted the man that she had sat next to, apparently focused on things other than her. It only took a moment before the face clicked into place. "Hey, you're the Johnny Blaze, aren't you?" She idly brushed a tendril of auburn hair out of her eyes and rested one elbow on the bar top as she grasped the neck of the bottle. "I heard you were retired."

[Ravager]

Johnny turned to look at the woman who was talking to him "Yeah that's me." He said after a moment "I am retired, I just got back from the war and stopped here for drink before moving on." He said turning to face the woman now so she wouldn't think he was rude. "So what brings you out to a place like this?" He asked before taking a drink of his beer.

Just as he set the bottle back down on the table two men behind them started fighting over something he had no idea what since he really didn't pay any mind to most of the people here.

[beacon]

Mackenzie lifted a brow in Johnny’s direction when he politely informed her that he’d just got back from the war and was just enjoying a drink before heading on his way. She could honestly relate to that one and found herself grinning in spite of herself as she lifted her beer and took a small sip, grinning against the cool glass bottle as the liquid slipped between her lips.

“About the same, actually,” she murmured in reply as she rested the beer back on the bar top. “Not really sure where I’m heading and a beer sounded too tempting to pass up.” Mackenzie paused as the two men that appeared to be fighting over a bit of private betting got even louder. She frowned in their direction even as the larger of the two shoved the smaller man, sending him flailing in her direction. Disgruntled, she merely stuck out her leg and nudged the guy away by giving him a friendly push with her foot. Once he was well out of her way, she turned her attention back to Blaze.

Eyeing him curiously, she briefly wondered if the war had effected him the same way that it had seemed to effect everyone else that had been involved. “So where you heading to anyway? Bludhaven doesn’t exactly seem to be the crossroads sort of place.” In fact, she had no idea what she was doing there. But, that’s what happened when you merely drove wherever the car felt like going. “If you don’t mind me asking, that is.”

Mackenzie knew that she’d have to head back out soon, and wasn’t all that thrilled about the prospect of having to do so too soon. After all, the bikers in the bar were getting more and more riled up. The two men that were fighting seemed to spread their quiet-hating ways to others, as more men jumped to their feet and the sound of breaking glass filled the bar.

“Lovely,” she muttered as she merely took a long swig.