PURGATORY

Jairus Harding . 36 . owner of the dubliner

[hardingjairus]

jessegreyscn:

“They do, but you’re still my favorite. And don’t tell them that or I’ll probably start getting my beers all watered down.” He says taking yet another sip of his beer and this time taking an actual look at the place despite of going there ever since he could. “Maybe new bar stools? I don’t know, I’m not that great with decor. My sister is the one that’s good at that.”

“Your secret’s safe with me, Jesse.” Jairus took a look around, and could admit that the stools were tearing in some place, and were there long before he took over ownership of the place. “Bar stools are manageable. Think they still make them in green?” He leaned forward on the bar and sighed, “She an interior decorator?”

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adambxchanan:

“Wow —- So that’s how it is. Way to break a guy’s heart, I was about to get ‘em painting overalls ready too. I’m hurt, Jai. Real hurt.” He clutched at his chest in exaggeration to really drive the point home, but the corner of his lips twitched into a grin. “Placebo drink. Turn down the lights, throw in a few tricks, and all that fire and pizzazz will lull ‘em just as if they were three shots in. Guaranteed to have ‘em begging for more.” 

Jairus let out a snort at both Adam’s antics, and his suggestions for ways to ‘wow’ their regulars, “How about this. You manage to pull the wool over one person’s eyes, then we’ll go with your flashy tricks, yeah? But you’re in charge of it, and if you burn the Dubliner down, I will drop you into the ocean with a pair of cement shoes attached.”

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adelcdavis:

“That only happened one an’ I apologized afterwards. Though I don’t think you apologized to the cat you hit when it went out the window.”

“Why apologize? It was a bloody fantastic throw.” Jairus chuckled softly and reached over to start putting together a drink for Adele, “Your usual?”

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elinolans:

“Ah,” Elijah started. “Well, those can always be fixed. I can help, somehow, when I’m not on shift at the TD’s, yanno?” He gave a slight shrug, before rubbing at the back of his neck. A part of him felt like he’d never be good enough for Adele in anyone’s eyes, even his own, but especially on Jairus’. It would’ve been nice to have someone else believe he could be good with her, because in the end, Adele did make him better. “Or not, I don’t know.”

Jairus shifted his attention fully to the younger man and smirked slightly, “You good with your hands, Elijah?”

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jessegreyscn:

“And this is why you’re my favorite, thank you.” he said grabbing the freshly poured beer and taking a drink out of it. “No not really, but do you have to fix the whole place up paint and all? I like the vibe of it to be honest.”

Jairus chuckled softly, “Are you telling me my other bartenders don’t give you a beer when asked? I might have to have a talk with them.” Finished for the moment, he tossed his bar rag over his shoulder and leaned a hip against the bar as he surveyed the building, “I don’t know...it just needs something.” Jairus couldn’t understand why he’d suddenly gotten the urge to redecorate, but he’d need to do something, or he’d go mad.

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adelcdavis:

“It’s the special stuff that I put in there that makes it taste like home,” she countered smoothly with a grin, dropping her head to his shoulder for a breath before she straightened back up again. If anything, he was what made it like home to her as she couldn’t remember any other that fit as well as he did. He saved her life all those years before, the least she could do was not burn the place down in trying to make a Shepard’s Pie. “Right, within reason, meaning no getting crazy with the recipe.”

Jairus chuckled softly, “If I see one brussels sprout anywhere near the pie, it’s going straight out the window.”

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lilyargento:

“Thinking of changing it?” She questioned, as he seemed evidently frustrated at the thought of it not being new, or different. Lily thought change was good, though sometimes it was best to stick to tradition. Perhaps a mix of both was a choice.

“Thinking of tossing a bucket of paint at the wall and calling it done.” Jairus was permanently stuck between wanting to do more, and leave it as it was. 

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jessegreyscn:

“As long as you keep serving quality alcohol the decor shouldn’t matter too much.” Jesse pointed out finishing the last of his drink. “Take it from a loyal costumer who would very much like another drink right about now.”

“Another drink you want, another drink you get.” Jairus poured him a new beer and slid it across the counter to him, “But I bet you wouldn’t enjoy this beer as much if you saw a leak from the roof dripping into the well, would you?”

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athensambrosia:

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so offended in my life.” Her arms crossed over her chest, giving him a raised eyebrow. She took a long look at the bar, before pacing around it and pointing out things as she went; “You take off those horrible paintings, no dark wallpaper, for God’s sake, make it classy, less… bar and more of a friendly environment. We get chandeliers with dim lighting, create a simple yet cozy ambience that will draw more people in, simple and easy. You’d also need to get some nicer decorations and that’s about it. A fresh coat of paint wouldn’t change anything except the walls and that’s… not much.”

Jairus let out a soft laugh, “Really? That offended you?” He bit down on the rest of his comment as she continued, describing the changes that could be made, and strangely enough he could imagine it. Leaning back against the bar, he crossed his arms over his chest and turned to her, “Alright. And how much would something like that cost?”

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lilliantaylor:

“oh, don’t be like that, jairus,” lillian said, taking a look around the bar. “i think the place looks pretty charming, although maybe you could change some of the photos on the walls, seeing as they’re even older than i am.”

Jairus turned his eye towards the photos, and could easily pick out which ones were bordering on ancient, “Alright, I’ll give you that. But I’m fairly certain there’s a few of those paintings that are built into the foundation and are impossible to remove.”

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adambxchanan:

“Just you and me then, but I make no promises that paint won’t end up on you as much as the walls either,” Adam grinned, hands on hips as he surveyed the place along with Jairus. Compared to every other bar the man had worked at, the place looked fine to him, though his standard of fine coasted along the lines of the bare minimum. “Maybe show whoever that’s comin’ in to fix the place up what you don’t like. But I’m just sayin’, vapor shots would definitely bring in a crowd.” 

“Then you are definitely not invited to paint with me.” Jairus looked around the spacing, seeing all of the cracks, and broken spots that needed fixing up, but that he’d never had the time for.  Some days he felt the building deserved a better caretaker than him, but if he tried his hardest now, maybe he could make up for some of the neglect. “Sure, they’ll come in until they realize that air doesn’t make them drunk.” 

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camialdea:

“That’s exactly what it is, you can make a lot of money off of it,” she pointed out, a small grin playing on her lips before she brought her drink up to take a quick sip, and then another. “Older than you? Could’ve fooled me,” she teased, though she looked around once more – the place certainly had charm. “I think anyone would jump at the chance to liven up this place, honestly. You just need to find someone with the same vision as you.”

Jairus let out a low chuckle at her attempt to ‘flatter’ him, used to the way Adele would handle his sometimes self-deprecating ways. “And where do you suppose I’ll find another like-minded Englishman with a fondness for irony?” Because why else would Jairus have taken up ownership of an Irish Pub if he didn’t find the entire situation amusing. “Who has a knack for decorating beyond old ship pieces.”

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adambxchanan:

“C’mon, cheer up boss, it ain’t so bad. Has that old rustic charm to it, doncha think? Don’t know the first thing about paint but maybe you could start with that whole wallpaper peelin’ situation,” Adam shrugged, pointing absently to the walls. "Nah, few drinks in and the whole place blurs out anyway. But if you really wanna throw some paint on the walls, we could call in Adele. Eli. Grab some colors and have a real field day with it.” 

“If we bring in those two, more would end up on each other than the walls.” Jairus took another look around the building, trying to figure out what pieces would be best to toss out, and which to keep. He didn’t know where the sudden urge to redecorate came from, but--things were changing, so why shouldn’t the Dubliner. “At this point I’m willing to just hire someone to do it, but knowing my luck I’d come back to it looking like one of those clubs in the city where they sell shots by the vapor.”

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dantereyer:

“You could always get a few redheads in green running around,” Dante replied half-heartedly in some vague attempt to tease the other. All jokes aside, however, Dante knew the predicament the other male was facing, since he had a very similar dilemma with his own establishment. Warwick was an old building that much like the Dubliner had seen its day and was in need of an upgrade. “Those young street artists always seem to have something new.” 

Jairus couldn’t help the sharp bark of laughter at the image, and he finished pouring the beer he’d started for Dante and slid it over. “I tried that once, a few years ago. Kids couldn’t stop getting hammered long enough to bring in the business.” He shifted his attention back to the building, that he’d fallen in love with from the first moment he’d laid eyes on it, but was in dire need of some attention. “Think it has something to do with what they’re putting in the waters these days.”

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julianemmerdale:

He passively accepted the tampon from the other male, loosely holding the item in his hand. “Uh… okay, I didn’t actually expect you to be carrying one around, but thanks.” His fingers moved around the tampon, deftly unwrapping it, before he eased it into the nostril where blood trailed down to his upper lip, letting out a breath when he was successful. “I guess you can call it a regular accident,” he said, turning to the other, not fazed at the slightest about how he just casually had a female hygienic product up his nose.

Jairus raised a brow in amusement as the young man inserted the tampon into his bleeding nose. He’d had his fair share of brawls, and felt they’d come in handy a time or two, but it was rare for him to come across someone else in need. “Is this the part where you tell me you ran into a door, or do I get the real story?”

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elinolans:

Eli sat at one of the stools, mostly quiet when being around Jairus meant he had to be on his best behavior if he ever wanted his approval. His gaze followed the other man’s, taking in the place before he gave a slight shrug, “I like it the way it is, and people love those classic touches. Why would you change it?” 

Jairus was always hyper aware when Eli was in the same vicinity of himself, or Adele, but played it rather stoic. Enjoying the way the young man would squirm when in his presence. Jairus liked him, well enough, but there was only one person in the world Jairus cared about, and if Eli ever made the mistake of hurting her--they’d never find his body. “Besides the leaking hole in the back corner, and the crack running down the west wall?” Jairus loved the building, loved the charm it held in its foundation, but it needed--help. 

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camialdea:

Camila wasn’t exactly the bar type of person but after a rough shift, she found herself in one anyway, her hand tightly wrapped around a nearly empty glass. “It’d look different, that’s for sure,” she nodded, looking around the place. “Maybe you could hire someone to help you out?”

Jairus paused in wiping down the bar, having been lost in his own thoughts, he hadn’t realized he’d spoken aloud. “Modern art, isn’t that what they call it?” Turning to one of the only patrons in the bar that night, he sent her a small smile, “I’ve considered that, but honestly, who’d be willing to take this place on? It’s older than I am, and I’m entirely certain it’s lived through the Revolutionary War.”