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leoalcrights:
Leo never cared too much for the Brass Monkey or any bar for that matter. Growing up in the glitz and glamour of thousand-dollar champagne and wine-drunk socialites, the thought of sitting atop a cracked-leather stool was, as terrible as it sounded, always viewed as… below her. However, while she never grew an affinity for dingy pubs, a small part of her grew to appreciate them. It blossomed once she went to boarding school in a small town in rural Connecticut, where the teenagers’ only way to drink themselves silly (mostly for the rebellious high as opposed to the buzz of alcohol) was to venture out to a tiny bar reminiscent of the one in Preaker. And so, she found herself plopping onto a barstool with a dramatic huff before a voice caught her attention. “Glenlivet? Why not Balvenie?”
Jack turned to look at who would dare bad mouth Glenlivet in front of him with a frown, and then realizing it was an attractive bad mouther, he figured he’d go easy on her. “Balvenie? No way. If you have nectar of the gods, why drink anything less?” He said with a grin. “Glenlivet is always my go to whiskey. Maybe I need to buy you a glass so you can fully appreciate it.”
milliekennedy:
For many reasons, Millie shouldn’t have been in that bar. First and foremost was her age, but if a good fake couldn’t do the trick then, well, her arsenal was full of backups: push-up bras, low cut shirts, skirts that’d give her mother a heart attack. She’d needed only the first tonight. Which was good because she didn’t need resistance. Mils had come for one reason only and that was to get drunk. To forget. And so when she’d heard someone order, she’d sidled up beside them quickly and called out, “Make that two!” A flash of a smile towards the bartender before her eyes rolled, turning towards her randomly-selected company. Upon seeing him, a familiar face, it seemed not so random. “Hope you don’t mind I join you. Straight up, I need a distraction. So—” Mils raised a manicured finger, pointing it in his direction, “— if you so much as mention anything serious I will not hesitate to pour salt in all your drinks tonight.”
At first, Jack didn’t realize who it was talking to him. He supposed that was just the nature of forgetting completely about school in the summer and finally being back. Once he realized it was Millie, he gave her a cheeky smile. “Whiskey tonight? You must be going through it, I didn’t take you to be a big fan of it,” he said with a grin. “You know me, I’m definitely the right person to go to when you want a distraction. And salt in my drink? Sounds like we need to order a couple shots of tequila, then.” He figured he’d keep the conversation light and joke around, as he was definitely not in the mood for any serious talk either. “How was your summer, Mils?” he asked, grabbing their drinks from the bartender, and handing hers over, taking a long sip of his.
Jack had finally settled into his apartment after the big move back to college after the summer. He was exhausted, but not physically, because of course he’d hired a team of movers to move all his stuff. He hated moving more than anything, so he definitely wasn’t about to do it himself. All he wanted at this point was a good cocktail. Figuring other people would probably be at the bars by now, he headed to the one closest to him, close enough to walk, which would be good for the end of the night when he’d had a bit too many. As he walked in, he realized there was a decent level of crowd here, and made his way to the bar, bypassing looking around for anyone he knew. Jack figured anyone he knew would come up to him, thus taking the work out of socializing for him. “Glass of Glenlivet, on the rocks,” he said to the bartender, without meeting his eyes, and turned around to face the crowd while he waited for his drink.
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