Open to: Everyone
Location: Somewhere Downtown
It has been three months now, three long and annoying months without his brother, and now with Niall taking over the family business. The Waltons were old money, with their multiple farms around the area, and even with all the ignorance Niall has been getting from his dad, he still is trying his best to keep things going. Sometimes is still hard for him, he had a life out of Crescent Harbor and had to give up on almost everything to come back to town after so many years. He was tired, but as usual, there he was, enjoying his weekend by a local bar, having a couple beers with his suit hanging by the chair and enjoying some moment of social, it has been a while since last time he went out, his party boy side was begging for some alcohol and good conversation.
There were this Baseball game going on apparently, all the tvs were streaming the game and more than half the people by the bar had their eyes focused on it, Niall didn’t knew much about baseball so he was mostly on people watch, the person sitting nearby apparently were doing quite the same as some guys celebrated something about the game and they didn’t even looked at the tv. “You don’t seem to be watching the game, thanks, that actually made me feel like I’m not the weirdo here.” He nodded at them with a short smile. “Don’t know a thing about baseball.”
Callie knew the town like the back of her hand, even with having moved away for college and returning some years later, still lacking the essentials to be approved by her parents. She knew the best places for greasy food, cheap beers, quiet places to getaway to if you wanted your own company. Still, she happened upon this particular establishment out of pure coincidence; and a developing interest in the exterior - she was almost certain it had been something else before she’d left the town.
Callie enjoyed a quiet drink, it gave her time to reflect and decompress whatever shit-storm she’d had to deal with during the day but, that evening, with the goddamn baseball, she could barely think about anything other than the constant cheering and shouting at the plays. So, she basically succumbed to the atmosphere. After a brief celebration on the larger group of friends’ account, the blonde turned to the neighboring patron and nodded emphatically, “Those guys can never know. We’d be tossed out on our asses.” She smirked, “Just cheer when they do, curse when they do.”
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