Here’s a long one for you (and the reason I’m over-tired again).
So, I’d moved to a city--don’t know which or where--and my sister came to visit along with a cousin, so I showed them to a local hangout. It was a bar that the best I can describe it as being a mashup of Hipster, Old West, and Irish. Not sure how that all came together, but it did. And was kinda cool... An idea to think on later...
Anyway. Apparently by the time they’d visited, I’d made friends with the owners/workers of the place as they all knew me and my drink of choice (something that was rather like a Bellini but not necessarily as sweet). While we were at a table near the counter, and my sister was working with the waitress to find out which drinks were gluten-free (O_o), I spotted an Ex- across the room. At first I didn’t think he noticed/remembered me, but he did acknowledge me as he went to flag the bartender down. It was... anti-climactic, I guess.
After however much time there, my cousin and sister went home and I went back to my apartment (which felt like it was in Disney's version of New Orleans) and I kinda liked the layout, honestly. (Another thing to look into at a later time.)
A day or so must have passed and I found myself at the bar again, for dinner as it was still light out, and the Ex- was there again. Which led to a fuller conversation, wherein he told me that he’d quit his job. That he hadn’t been happy there and didn’t feel as though what he got from staying there was enough in exchange for his happiness. Even if he was barely bringing in $150 a month (at least, I think that’s what he’d said. I'd had drinks by that point and it was rather loud at the bar). Then he left. From the window, I saw him meet with his wife and they had a little blonde boy who happily walked between them.
I went back into the pub (for lack of a better word) and wandered upstairs, passed a room where one of the waitresses was bemoaning issues about the man in her life (he was apparently going to leave her). I guess that the waitresses kinda all lived at/near the bar in the same boarding house, think a place like on Agent Carter, because the land lady was trying to console her. I left them be and went to join the rest of the people I knew (I think the night was over and it was just workers around a table at that point, so yay for time-jumps) and someone had put out drinks for me (which I remembered the quirky name of until 10 minutes after waking), so I started on one. It turns out that my old Disney roommate was there (and maybe that’s how I had such a connection to the place) and she asked for a taste of the drink I liked so much, so I tipped some of the second glass into her cup, which everyone found amusing.
I took my time going back to my apartment, admiring the architecture and the strangeness of the building, when I ran into the landlord’s son, whom had a bone to pick with his dad over taking up the family business. Somehow I ended up following him into the offices, though I was talking with the secretary, and found out that his father was apparently Arthur Darvill. Just... Older?
And that's when I woke up, while the two were arguing business and the son’s reluctance to take up responsibility. *shrug*