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maskormenacelogs2017-04-14 08:49 pm
musclemothers) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-04-14 08:49 pm
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CLOSED LOG
WHO: Rusty Venture & Alfie Solomons
WHERE: [ Insert Seedy Bar Here ]
WHEN: Backdated to approx. April 5th, prior to Alfie's arrest
WHAT: Two assholes meet in a bar.
WARNINGS: Likely crude language; will be updated if necessary!
[ On the face of it, Doctor Thaddeus Venture has had a very successful life here - arguably more successful than he ever managed to truly be back home, now that he gets to make things of his own creation instead of coasting off of his father's laurels. He has no children to hold him back, a business that is by all means successful, and, well...
He's bored as shit. He's constantly bored as shit. That means that most nights, somehow, he winds up at a bar so that even if he's bored, he can be drunk and bored, which is magnitudes more entertaining than the alternative. He's still got Helper with him in case things go sideways, as they tend to do in bars like these, but he left the robot by the door beside the coatrack with a coat flung over his head, patiently waiting for his master to finish up and stumble on home.
He scans the bar, finger tapping against the glass of the frightful fruity alcoholic concoction he has in his hand, and waits for something - or someone - entertaining to cross his path. ]
WHERE: [ Insert Seedy Bar Here ]
WHEN: Backdated to approx. April 5th, prior to Alfie's arrest
WHAT: Two assholes meet in a bar.
WARNINGS: Likely crude language; will be updated if necessary!
[ On the face of it, Doctor Thaddeus Venture has had a very successful life here - arguably more successful than he ever managed to truly be back home, now that he gets to make things of his own creation instead of coasting off of his father's laurels. He has no children to hold him back, a business that is by all means successful, and, well...
He's bored as shit. He's constantly bored as shit. That means that most nights, somehow, he winds up at a bar so that even if he's bored, he can be drunk and bored, which is magnitudes more entertaining than the alternative. He's still got Helper with him in case things go sideways, as they tend to do in bars like these, but he left the robot by the door beside the coatrack with a coat flung over his head, patiently waiting for his master to finish up and stumble on home.
He scans the bar, finger tapping against the glass of the frightful fruity alcoholic concoction he has in his hand, and waits for something - or someone - entertaining to cross his path. ]