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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2014 0:42:59 GMT -5
Selina sat down next to Renee and raised her shotglass. She wasn't a huge fan of tequila, but she'd do at least one. She preferred her Jameson to his agave. Clinking her class with the other's, she elbowed him for the Bivins quip. Maybe the kid was just having a hard day. To be honest, she hadn't asked any of them how their day had gone.
Grimacing as the tequila burned, she was on her beer in a heartbeat, looking back and forth between the three PD, silent as Bullock spoke. The only real sound was her puffing on her cigarette, and ashing it.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2014 8:08:15 GMT -5
Bivins nodded to Montoya and then sighed and then sipped another bit of the drink, he was feeling nauseous again trying to keep it down, but he forced himself to keep the vile stuff inside. "Yeah, Montoya. . . I guess you're right. . . but shit, I mean. . . fuck" He sighs and then grins as the other two come back saying.
"Hey, boss! I can hold my liquor just fine, I just tend to do it for a shorter period than most individuals before I go into the dark abyss of inebrification." He smiles as he says "And the PB and J shots make me feel like a kid in a bar! Happy, but a little dirty and inappropriate inside!" He smiles as he rests his head on the table, closing his eyes for a moment. "It's like the room's rocking me to sleep already, the world loves me, boss. . . and the world . . . it's loving . . . me . . . boss."
He grins a bit, acting like the idiot again, warm and fuzzy inside. "We was just talkin about a case. . . " his head on the table, he's facing Selina "You got pretty eyes" He reaches out with his hand and then stops to look at it, wiggling his fingers, then putting it back on the table. He notices his drink and says "Fuck! I better finish that. Waste not want not." He drinks it down, and then coughs a bit, gulping and making a frowny face, then sipping some water and resting his head back on the table.
"I'm not drunk, I'm just enjoying the way the table sticks to my ear."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2014 9:57:37 GMT -5
Bivins isn't the only one feeling a little nauseous, and Montoya tends to think that it's got less to do with the alcohol than... Other factors.
Tequila. Oy. She definitely does not feel up to it, but she does not intend to let Bivins know that. Not after that little speech. A little part of her wonders whether it's fair to him to act like its his responsibility to bottle up all that shit when she herself is still being flooded with it.
The shot of tequila feels like a better idea than a hug.
The glass makes a tiny clink, and then, all at once, it's burning its way down her throat. It's not the greatest she's ever had. Too young. Older ones are more mellow... This one's a shock-value drink, designed to get you off your feet.
She makes a bit of a sour face until the burn subsides, then rises out of her seat. "'Scuse me a minute. I'm gonna go powder my nose. Or nose some powder, or whatever."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2014 18:07:27 GMT -5
Harvey chuckles at Montoya and shakes his head as she walks off. He gave Selina a sideways look at her elbowing him. He looked over to Bivins and smirked.
"You alright kid? Don't worry, we won't get you tore up without making sure you make it home or to someone's couch safe and sound."
When the waitress brought him six more shots of tequila he nodded to her with thanks.
"Hey, sugar, you mind bringin' my young friend over here a Shirley Temple?"
The waitress smiled and gave him a wink and nod. She took off to get that drink.
"Now this drink you'll really like. Nice and light, not too much punch to it, alright?"
Harvey figured the young buck didn't really know what a Shirley Temple was, he would need the sprite anyway, it would help keep him from puking, the grenadine syrup would just soften it and sweeten it for him.
Harvey slid a tequila shot to Selina.
"You want another, eh?"
Harvey downed two without hesitation, he'd be able to down the rest if the other two ladies didn't want anymore of it. The tequila was a bit sub-par and weaker than he was used to, but at least he was a mountain of a man and could handle the liquor without much trouble. He took a long swig of his beer and then set it back down and made a nice little groan.
"Yep, this is alright with me, hmmm."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2014 19:04:51 GMT -5
God Bivins was wound up. More than the kid normally was. And Renee? Well she was a bit more focusedly quiet. Her day had been decent. Busy. But not as traumatic as theirs. "Thank you, Leo. I get them from my mom, I've been told." Ashing her cigarette, she glances between Theo and Renee, her eyes curious if she should be worried about him. She's been around the station enough to know he's usually bonkers, but something is just off.
"You need backup?" Selina asks quietly, her hand on Renee's wrist as she stands. The woman is off with a shake of her head and Selina laughs at the next drink order.
She still has her two shots of Jameson before her, huddled off to the side. As more tequila is scooted her way, she gives him one of Jameson in return. One is gone, then the next in quick succession, before she takes a hearty swig of her beer. Ugh. Tequila is vile. But she'll drink it.
Leaning close to Theo for a minute, and considering Renee is gone, and, well, Bivins is making a special sort of love to Ms. Temple, she realizes this is a good time to ask. "What case is he so worked up about, and why is Renee....more quiet than normal? How bad was today? Seriously." She's concerned for all of them, and narrows her eyes at the mountain of man beside her. She snaps his suspender again. Balancing the delicate dance of cigarette, shot and beer, she's a master and puff, sip, and slam. She learned from one of the best, afterall.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2014 14:18:40 GMT -5
"Shirley Temple. . . is that like an ambassador Black? That so sounds like a supervillain . . I AM AMBASSADOR BLACK! KNEEL BEFORE BLACK." His head still resting on the table, it's sticky, and comforting, like passing out on a theater floor. Wait. . . that's not right, there's no popcorn. That makes no sense, oh God, there's a sprite. What was he drinking about again? RIGHT! The girl!
"Skeletor" he giggles and then stops "Oh, I made a sad." He blinks and looks up at Selina again. "Amazing. . . I didn't know that ocular transplants were so advanced." he reaches a hand up in the direction of her face. "Can I touch them? Wait, eyes are for looking not for touching! I know boundaries." his hand plops on the table.
"Boss, any word on the kid?" He looks up, semi-lucid for a second. The case was . . . nasty today. No supervillain, no plot, no malice, not even profit. Just . . . people. People doing horrible things behind closed doors, people that would be out and around at the S-Mart, buying Cheese-Doodles and wearing a flag t-shirt. Normal people.
Sometimes those are the ones that do the worst things. It had been an education today, and frankly it was an education Bivins hopes he'll forget.
But some lessons sear the mind.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2014 10:02:13 GMT -5
In a place like this, it's a miracle the bathroom even has mirrors, even ones with graffiti scratched into the glass. The etched "JOKERZ" tag stares Renée in the face. It's been here since they pushed the gang out of this neighborhood, but it still feels like a slap whenever she sees it. This place is a cop bar now, has been since she was a uniform, but it'll never feel totally safe. Not with that tag and its little attached smiley face laughing at the memory of chaos from years ago.
Worse than that, though, is what remains of another tag on the lower-left corner. The faintest silhouette of the head of George Washington is still visible, along with the edges of the big X that used to cross it.
The tag is almost completely obscured by heavy scratches. Renée scratched it out herself after No Man's Land. She tries to ignore it.
The white porcelain of the sink is yellowed with age and, in places, covered in burn marks. It smells like some confused drunkard tried to piss in it. Renée turns on the faucet to try to flush that out... Then she finds herself with hands on the edge of the sink, forehead against the mirror, shaking.
"Carajo!" she says sharply, and it echoes through the empty stalls.
That smell. That awful smell. The stink from the sink is starting to fade as the water slicks it all away, but in her mind, it hasn't left. It couldn't. And the look of horror on Bivins' face. And the sight of that poor little girl, shaking.
Let it go, Renée, she thinks. Be here. Be now.
She washes her face, slowly and deliberately. Then, she slips back out of the bathroom and makes her way back to the bar. She murmurs a "Sorry," then grabs the next shot of tequila. In a second, it's down her throat. The burn... It's almost comforting. The warmth fights the chill in the pit of her stomach.
"... Hey. What are we even listening to, Harvey?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2014 20:21:00 GMT -5
"Hmm, Bivins, lets not talk about work here, alright? How's that sound?" It had been a rough day, he did not want it in his mind right now. Just alcohol, nicotine, and some tunes." "The Smiths, Monty, The Smiths." Harvey tapped his toe to the last few beats of the song before it faded into the next. "Now some Fleetwood Mac, and I picked it for my two favorite gal pals, eh?!" Harvey bobbed his head at them and smirked. "Eh, eh? Good right? I coulda been a disc jockey." Harvey did pride himself on his tastes. That was something that became abundantly clear once he allowed you close enough to get to know him at all. He considered his taste in music and film the most artistic part of his personality. Between he, Renee, and Leo is was hear no evil, see no evil and then speak no evil with Leo. Montoya was visual, Leo was wordy, and Harvey was a man of listening. He sighed finally and leaned back in the seat. He looked around for a moment before picking his beer back up. "Man, I almost forget how long I been comin' to this place now."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2014 20:44:28 GMT -5
She snorted. He ignored her questions, clearly focused on experiencing and unwinding. It wasn't long before Renee came back, and did a shot with ease. She finished her beer, and followed it with one whiskey shot, and offered one to Montoya.
At least the music was good. And she was starting to feel a bit more at ease as she excused herself for minute, drawing her fingers through Harvey's hair as she passed him.
Time to cue up a few of her own songs. He had fantastic taste, but she had a few up her sleeve as well. And she'd never deny anyone their Stevie. That was sacrilege. She didn't often go to church much these days, but she understood the sanctity of music.
Pressing buttons took a bit of time, her hip slamming into the machine when it wouldn't take a quarter of hers. After slipping money into it, she made a line to the bar, picking up another slew of shots she then deposited to the table.
"You slackers need to catch up." She stated with a devious wink, and an elbow into Montoya's side. Sliding two over to Harvey, who she was wedged between with Renee on her other side, she clicked her tongue at him.
"You're too old to be thinking of numbers that high, Theo." She said with a wink. Everyone was too somber for her drinking.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2014 23:09:51 GMT -5
"Right, sorry boss." He remembered the advice he read online, conceal, don't feel, let it go. . . But FUCK, seriously. Fuckfuckfuck. Bivins put his fist by the side of his temple and closed his eyes and then sat up suddenly,reaching over to grab one of the shots of whiskey. He knocked it back and it felt like a punch to the throat, sharp and painful as it went down.
He swallowed it and scrunched his face up into a ball, and tried to forget. The whiskey hit his stomach like a punch, and he opened his eyes again. He was dizzy, he was dreaming, he was in a place far away from where he was, and that was okay. It took the edge off, it distracted him. He took another whiskey shot and knocked it back again, enjoying the way his tongue went numb and the fact that he couldn't taste it anymore.
Just press it down. Listen to the music, stay strong. His hands were still shaking. Bivins was quiet now, closing his eyes he listened to the music and then said. "So what was this place like, boss, back in the day. I mean. . . did you have to like say a password at the door or like drink the bathtub gin? Or was it a soda fountain to get around prohibition?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2014 13:22:04 GMT -5
Words can't adequately describe the level of eyerolling Renée's managing right now. "Sure you could have, Harvey." She shakes her head. "Could have run your own record company or been the next Dick Clark or something, right? Better put a lid on that ego, or I'm gonna go put somethin' on. Maybe that Harvey Finevoice you love so much."
That bit of graffiti on the mirror leaves her a bit shaken after she says it. Why the hell are so damn many people named Harvey? Cristo.
Her Old Fashioned was refilled in her absence by a barman who knows his job. She passes up the shots and returns to it. Amaretto always brings a smile to her face, or at least more than tequila does.
"... C'mon, rookie, you think the uniforms were any less corrupt back whenever than they are now? Place probably just put up a sign in the door saying 'No Liquor Here, Coppers' and called it a day. With all the actual crime goin' on in this rathole of a city, who's gonna want to push out their only source of the sauce?" She glances over, playfully continuing Bivins' joke. "Bet you used to drink here all the time when you were a baby in uniform, right? Hell, probably even before you left the academy, you got sloshed here on your way to marathon dances with girls in leather headbands."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2014 20:41:05 GMT -5
Harvey sneered at Montoya and made some brotherly sound at her. He sneered at Selina too and have her a more growly sound. He started to give Bivins a bit of a steel look, but smirked at how drunk the young man was. Yeah, someone was going to be carrying him out of here and Harvey had a feeling he was going to get out up to him. Harvey downed a couple more shots himself before throwing his hand up on Bivins' shoulder, giving it a hefty post and squeeze.
"Ah, I love this kid. Never shuts the hell up."
He turned his head to Bivins.
"Nah, it was just a bunch of mutton chops and assholes back then. When was your age the older officers would get me drunk and make me do a few lines. Never cared for that shit, just made me jittery. You guys shoulda seen me at seventeen, that was a sight. My eyes were as red as they could be, I smoked enough weed to call it a forest fire."
Harvey pulled out from his wallet the picture of him flipping off the camera, long black hair, a bloodied nose, and a look that was like gasoline burning in his eyes. He showed it to the others.
"I looked like Charlie Sheen in Ferris Bueller's Day Off."
Harvey just shook his head with a hint of a smile at the thought of the belligerent teenaged punk he was, a long time ago.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2014 19:23:24 GMT -5
While they sit and chitchat, she had shifted her shot glasses, and gathered the empties. Making her way to the bar she puts in another order for a few more rounds of shots, whiskey of course, and a tall drink for her. A bit of mint, a lot of gin, and she makes it a double. It's a bitch to make, but she's ok with it.
Turning and sitting on a bar-stool, she catches a bit of laughter, then returns with a handful of shots and her tall glass with mint and gin. She's mixing alcohol tonight, but she's doing it the right way.
When Harvey starts doing his growl at her, her hand is in that silvery chocolate mane of his in an instant, her lips whispering to him "You sure you want to start that here, with Renee and Leo present? Careful there, Detective." Her lips are close enough that she could bite his earlobe if she really wanted. Before leaning back into her own seat and shooting one of her shots. The rest are pushed into the middle of the table, free for the taking, despite her pulling another one closer to her. Tonight is going to get shitty, and fast, but at least two of them live within walking distance. Or stumbling, if you want to be serious about things.
Waving away the photo, she sipped at her mojito. "Seen it. Been there, done that, heard the story. Pain in the ass teen becomes cop, saves Gotham. Goes on to save other teen, lifelong friendship continued, blah blah..." She rambles, tsk'ing her tongue before he can get a word in edgewise.
She's starting to feel that fantastic floaty feeling after hitting round five of alcohol, the gin, mint, and lime concoction going down smooth. Rolling the sleeves of her shirt, she's starting to feel that sharp, vivid feeling of either starting something, or asking something she'll probably regret. Leaning back in her chair she smirks at Renee, then nods over to Bullock and Bivins getting all brotherly.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2014 5:29:55 GMT -5
"Twenty three skidoo, boss" He looked a little queasy, actually drinking a bit of water now. "Is it true what they say about . . . the polyester back then, boss? Did it really try to take over Gotham?"
He coughs a bit and rubs his eyes, he's starting to get dizzy, so he figures the best solution is another shot. Right? That makes sense, alcohol will make him stop caring about being ooh, that song was pretty. . .
Wait does he know the lyrics to that one, he opens his mouth, bobbing his head to the music before saying "I love this song. . . I don't know it, though, it sounds like . . . another song I liked, the one that went like . . . " he looks closely at the drink for a moment.
"Did you know that all major Tequila distilleries are connected to the same organization of distillers? Their purpose is sinister. I want a headband" He whispers the last part, then stares at the shot glass and knocks back another shot. He's wasted.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2014 23:28:01 GMT -5
For Renée, on the other hand, everything seems like it's starting to slow down. She can't remember the start of the day as anything more than a distant memory, or a TV show episode of someone else's life. The motions are disconnected.
She's tired. No, that's not the word... Weary. It's showing through on her face, where the dim, ripply light of the bar lets shadows make the faintest underlines... of that wrinkle forming on her forehead, of those laugh lines that seem like such distant memories.
Yeah... Renée just caught herself staring in the mirror and judging herself like she was sizing up a dead victim.
The Old Fashioned is no friend, the way it stings in her throat and her mind. Friends... Aren't these her friends?
No. No, they're not. Not right now. She catches her own posture. Profiling herself is natural. Shoulders held up, in, and tense. Making herself small. She's been looking down almost the whole evening, if she cares to admit it to herself, which she really doesn't in the slightest. And she catches herself thinking that.
Not engaging. Hiding. She's the little girl in church again. The little girl at the window.
She starts to hum quietly to herself. F E F... D A G... hmm hmm hmm hmm, break of dawn...
It's almost imperceptible, given the background noise... But at least it helps her relax her shoulders. Until she starts paying attention to Harvey and Selina again, and her neck starts to disappear between her shoulders again.
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