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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2013 13:43:59 GMT -5
Daniel walked into the mule, grabbing his regular seat at the bar and waving to the bartender with a faked smile. He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand groaning afer a long day, at least he was dressed in his civvies now, a pair of blue jeans a plain white t-shirt and his aviator's jacket. He sighed and waited for a tall beer to come to him, the bartender knew what he liked so it shouldn't be long. Today did not go how he had planned at all, he had spent most of the morning by getting chewed out by various Airforce brass, it was the same old story, he was a loose cannon, a danger to his wingmen blah blah blah. His flight had gone well enough, the new F-35 was responsive but in Hawk's opinion it was too bulky more like a flying brick. That's what happens when you let suits and ties in Washington decide what a new aircraft needs instead of the engineers and pilots who actually see the damn thing.
When the beer came, Hawk brought it to his lips drinking nearly half in one gulp. He was not always a heavy drinker but having a full bird Colonel screaming in your face would drive anyone to drink. He had not made any friends since his transfer to Orlands and his wingmen were jealous of his skill. If only Rich were here, he reached in his pocket grasping his friend's dogtags.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2013 0:05:49 GMT -5
With a ring of the door bell dangling above, Julius entered the Mule with a hefty sigh; He felt utterly defeated by the terrible work day that was thwarted by his ignorant ‘comrades’. They had disrupted Julius during a crucial point of his experiment so the entire thing fell apart right in front of him. All his hard work, for nothing. He needed to soothe his nerve and the Mule was the perfect location to do so. Sauntering dejected and depressed, Julius fumbled to his favorite stool and crashed his forehead onto the counter. “Sally... the usual please.” With his face plastered onto the bar table, his lifted a weak arm into the air, waving a finger above him like a surrendering white flag. His usual waitress sighed, concerned for her favorite customer, however Julius was never one to expose his issues openly to the public for he knew most would find it disturbing. So, most of the bartenders experienced inaudible complaints through out the night.
As Julius continued to wallow silently he turned his gaze towards the other patrons around him and noticed an odd man sitting by himself, swigging half his drink in a single gulp. Rough day probably. His face molded in distress as the memories of his day flooded back to him. With a loud thump Sally placed his drink in front of him and stepped away to continue serve the rest of the customers at the bar. Julius shot a thirsty glance to the brew bubbling in front of him and wasted no time to gulp it down. Just like his distance neighbor he gulped down almost half of the beer before releasing a heavy breath. “Ridiculous whelps...” He grumbled, the faces of his co-workers flooding his tormented mind. “Whoever decided to hire those intern is a moron.”
With another cautious glance to his neighbor, he observed the man. A pilot most definitely. Julius, surprisingly had never spoken to this man even though he was just as popular here as he was. They always were wandering about the Mule however this was probably the first time the Axium scientist ever acknowledged him. Should he converse? He was never one to talk with others and it seemed alien to him. What to do, what to do? Should I risk chatting with a flying jarhead?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2013 19:10:03 GMT -5
Daniel looked over to his side noticing the man with his face on the bar. This guy looked like he had a shit day too, although he supposed that was the whole point in bars. He raised his glass to his lips downing the rest of his beer quickly. He looked over at the man again raising his empty glass.
"You look like you got kicked in the balls by the same boot as me pal. Well here's to life kicking ya every step of the way."
He placed his glass back down upon the bar top waiting for the bartender to refill it. He was holding onto hope that things would turn for the better. Daniel stood and scooted into the stool beside the man, draping his arm over his back. Maybe it was the alchohol or maybe he just related to this guy but Hawk had a feeling he liked him.
"The name's Daniel, but people call me Hawk."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2013 4:27:51 GMT -5
As the stranger shifted towards the Axium scientist, Julius’ body language grew rigid; the man was never one to socialize with others especially during his down time at the at the Mule. These friendly actions from the pilot were alien to him for many who observed Julius were astute in keeping their distance. He was not a social individual obviously. However, the scientist could do little in mustering an effort to shoo this fellow patron away for he was took exhausted from his troubles to even bother at the moment.
There was a long pause as Daniel attempted to converse and the Axium employee jumped, internally disturbed from the pathetic physical contact. Julius held his ground, tossing his irises to the counter in a useless effort to deter any more unneeded conversation. Maybe he hadn’t thought this situation properly for Julius was beginning to regret the little opening he had left for the two of them. However, it was too late now. The stranger was now introducing himself and although the Axium worker was rather impolite most of the time, he did not want to portray himself as a barbarian. I did ask for it... He grumbled irritably chugging down the last half settled in his glass.
“J-Julius. Nice to meet you.” He tried not to mumble his words but it failed miserably. Man I am seriously not cut out for chatter. He followed suite with ‘Hawk’ and placed his empty glass onto the table in an effort to draw the bartender over to fill up his own glass.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2013 22:58:51 GMT -5
Daniel clapped Julius on the back in a friendly manner while smiling at the bartender who was currently refilling their drinks. He then turned his head to look back at Julius with a warm, inviting smirk.
“So Julius what do ya do for work pal? Are you a lawyer? Cause ya kinda look like a lawyer.”
Daniel took a sip of his drink instantly relaxing a bit. It had been a sh*t day and he needed to unwind, he would have talked to anyone really but Julius was there and looked about as miserable as Hawk. Heck maybe this guy even had a worse day than Daniel. He laughed when he thought about that, it was very unlikely that anyone could have had a worse day. He nearly smashed his F-35 into the ground during a training maneuver, Hawkins was of the opinion that almost didn’t count but his superior officers were still none too happy.
“At least the beers are nice and cold right? Gosh man let me tell ya… I sure as f*ck needed one after the day I’ve had.”
He took a swig of his beer enjoying the taste as it sloshed down his tongue to his throat. He held the beer up leaning forward on his stool, elbows leaning on the bar. Hawkins was looking at the other man analyzing him for a moment, trying to figure the new acquaintance out. He came down to it, the guy reminded him of some of the science geeks back at the base.
“You know you’re not real talkative man, It’s ok you can tell me what’s bothering you. I’ve got all night and as long as I’m payin, Suzie here will keep pouring.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2013 21:11:09 GMT -5
With each friendly thump, Julius’ frame grew increasing uncompromising and this pilot obviously read the scientist like an open book. The pathetic man attempted to open the doors further for conversation, this time questioned Julius of his day at work. He had never found himself in such a predicament, since the employers were drastically less pushy than this fellow because it was obvious he expected some sort of answer. Granted, Julius was prepared for this situation if it were ever to arise however he didn’t expect to use it on a simpleton; most normal individuals kept to themselves... just the way Julius enjoyed it. “Interns. Fucking everything up.” The scientist responded curtly, his lack of communication skills screaming like a banshee as he sat at the bar, flustered by this state he was presented. Why did I have to look at him... I couldn’t have just been a hermit, just how I like it.
“Agreed, i-it is good.” Julius snatched his tall glass and took an enormous gulp feeling the burn with each heartwarming swallow, small droplets trickling down his neck as he consumed more than half this time, as if trying to drown away his sorrows and irritation. He really was stuck with this jockey was he? Why are you still dwelling on this, you dug your own grave Julius, now deal...! He tried his best to remind himself, but the annoyance still bubbled within. He continued to remind himself, maybe this was best for him? Maybe he was the problem, not the interns.
Fuck that shit. I was doing what I was supposed to but then they showed up... He took another swig, however this one was less dramatic than the last.
Julius decided it was best to draw attention away from his personal life, so he softly muttered, glancing his drawl eyes towards his ‘guest’. “How about you Hawk, how much did your day suck?” He questioned bluntly.
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