Alone in the Bar (Open)

[Dante Grixis]

Dante sat alone at a table in the crowded bar. He watched the people around him drinking and talking amongst themselves, carefully inspecting each one. After a few moments he pulled a small box out of one of the pockets on his hiking style backpack.

He opened the box and placed a pack of rolling papers and a plastic bag full of bright green marijuana on the table and put the box away. He carefully began to break the herb into small pieces and placed it into the fold on the paper. After breaking up a little more than a gram he put the bud back into its bag. He carefully rolled the paper into a cigarette and twisted the end, put it into his mouth, and ignited it with a Zippo lighter.

Dante took a long hit from his joint and slowly exhaled the smoke. He began to feel lightheaded. Another hit and the noise in the room dulled. Another and the colors became brighter and had higher contrast. He felt happy, he felt like he wasn't in the dirty bar in the City, but somewhere else entirely.

When he was finished he extinguished the roach and pulled a cigarette from his metal cigarette case which he produced from the pocket of his duster and lit it. He slowly took hits from it, lost in his thoughts.

[genesis]

Genesis sat playing poker amidst a crowd of greasy looking gentlemen, doing the two things he did best- hustling and running his mouth.

"I'd love to stay a while and take even more of what you;ve got gentlemen but the bar is calling my name and I feel like putting what I've got to good use. So with that I will bid you adieu; better luck next time!" He slid the pile of odds and ends into his bag and strode over to the bar, ever the slightest hint of a swagger in his walk.

"You'd best be careful," the bartender began, "Those guys are trouble and I'd bet more than what you just took from 'em they'll be lookin' to recover what they just lost."

Genesis just ordered a drink and smiled.

[Dante Grixis]

Dante glanced around and was shocked by the bright red coat he saw. He watched the kid in it walk up to the bar and smugly order a drink. Dante hit his cigarette grabbed his bag and approached the bar. "Hook me up with a beer would you?" He said to the bartender. He sat on a stool that was in poor condition and looked at the guy in red. "Where the hell does one find a coat in that color?" He asked. His speech was slowed from the drug and his gaze seemed to look through him rather than at him.

He took a gulp of his beer and took a final hit from his cigarette before butting it out in the nearby ashtray. He glanced at some angry looking gentlemen and back at the kid, "I think you pissed them off." He commented with a chuckle.