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[immybrother.livejournal.com]

[For once in the DeathMatch for a reason that isn't collecting Murphy for social situations. He's sitting at the bar after his first shift at the WildKat, journal propped open next to him, though he's not really paying attention to it. He's got a drink in front of him, and several smaller glasses in various stages of empty around him. Clearly he's just trying stuff to figure out if he likes it or not. He's sporting some wicked burns on his fore arm. Open~]

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[ontheclockpro.livejournal.com]

[He's working and walks past him behind the bar]

Find one you like yet?

[immybrother.livejournal.com]

[Might...just be sulking a little. Isn't drinking out your pain supposed to work? He takes a bit too long to respond before he spots the journal added something]

...No. They're all too bitter.

[ontheclockpro.livejournal.com]

Heh.

This your first time drinking?

[immybrother.livejournal.com]

Nope. I did it one other time, but I didn't really like it then either.

[ontheclockpro.livejournal.com]

[a shrug]

Maybe you just don't like alcohol.

[immybrother.livejournal.com]

[Head tilt]

Is it possible to actually like alcohol?

[ontheclockpro.livejournal.com]

Sure. Why else would people keep drinking it?

[immybrother.livejournal.com]

...Soda won't get them drunk?

[ontheclockpro.livejournal.com]

Heh.

People don't always drink to get drunk.

[hatethatsong.livejournal.com]

[at first tried to ignore him when he came in... but then... started noticing the drinking... and the more drinking. And knows for a fact drunk Clyde is annoying, so he's wandered over to him with a post-it note that he hands over to him, the words "What the fuck are you doing?" scribbled on it]

[immybrother.livejournal.com]

[Glances at the note and then points to his journal helpfully]

Um...Drinking? I wanted to see if there was something I'd like.

[hatethatsong.livejournal.com]

[writing on it from here on out]

Don't.

[immybrother.livejournal.com]

[Blank stare before he pointedly takes a drink from what he already ordered]

I kind of have to now.

[hatethatsong.livejournal.com]

[taking it out of his hands before he's even done with it]

[immybrother.livejournal.com]

[Frowning, and reaches for it]

[hatethatsong.livejournal.com]

[holding it out of Clyde's reach]

You're a really annoying drunk.

[immybrother.livejournal.com]

[Sighing, and propping his chin on his elbow]

I'm not trying to get drunk, and I didn't have a lot.

[imahumanryo.livejournal.com]

[He was going to come in and actually work, but he sees Clyde and he doesn't bounce many people anyway. It's as good excuse as any to slack off. He walks over and waves a hand in front of his face]

Hey.

[immybrother.livejournal.com]

[Startled! Looks at the journal before looking to see who it is. Grins]

Hey, Ryoki.

[imahumanryo.livejournal.com]

[Sits next to him]

How's it going?

[immybrother.livejournal.com]

Alright, I just got off work. How about you?

[imahumanryo.livejournal.com]

Just coming into work, but it can wait.

[immybrother.livejournal.com]

If you're really sure that's allowed...

What is it that you do here, anyway?

[imahumanryo.livejournal.com]

I'm sure.

Head bouncer or some shit like that. I don't think I have an actual title other than 'bouncer', but I hire people when we need them and Travis takes care of the bartenders.

[immybrother.livejournal.com]

That doesn't sound like a bad job. I'm not sure who Travis is, though.