(Open Log) You gotta know when to hold 'em

[bindlestifflost]

Who: George Milton, Nick Valentine, and anybody who shows up
When: April 22, starting around 6 PM until
Where: Apartment A-3
Summary: A night for playing cards, drinking beer or b.y.o.b. if harder, snacks and unwinding. Feel free to thread jack and jump all around, at least in my threads. This is just for some relaxed down time and catching up or introductions in a smaller, casual space.
Warnings: None expected. If your characters get to discussing anything triggery or get up to anything spicy, please CW in your individual threads.



Over the past week or so, hand printed signs drawn in sharpie on plain paper have shown up taped to walls around the apartment complex and on any easily accessible bulletin boards at ADI. A couple of them were also delivered to the flophouse with the request they be displayed somewhere the residents might see them.

They read:
Cards and Beer
Friday April 22 6 PM
Apartment A 3
George and Nick's place
You want more than beer
or chips and popcorn
bring your own.
Extra decks appreciated.

The night of, the door to A 3 is propped open. In addition to the dining table, a couple of card tables and cheap folding chairs are set up for games. Two bowls on the coffee table contain chips and popcorn respectively. There's a cooler on the floor in the kitchen filled with ice and cheap beer.

George or Nick will greet people as they come in and tell them to make themselves at home.

((OOC: Feel free to top level with your own character and make whatever prompts you like. George is generally easy-going, but if he catches anyone stealing, getting too hot and heavy in a bedroom, or otherwise being a general jerk about the apartment or the other guests, he will try to throw the offender out. If you want that kind of thread or want to succeed at something nefarious, let me know so we can work it out.))

Comments

[bindlestifflost]

Another guy with a boyfriend. Unlike with Malcolm on the bus this time he doesn't shoot him a hard look or have much of an outward reaction at all. It's weird. He's not sure he'll ever get used to the way people are here, so open with things. Not just relationship things. Feelings. Their past. It makes him miss Slim something fierce just now.

"Yeah. I don't think bein' human'll ever come too hard to me. I don't know any other way to be. Fighting things that ain't? Still settling into that idea."

[lowficharm]

Sometimes you get to be in the future and have feelings, George. It's fine. It took a really long time for him to get to the point of saying boyfriend anyway, so it's probably a good thing George can be at least quiet about it this time or he'd probably never say it again. Anyway.

"I think you'll fit in really well here then. I mean, not that-- of course, i-it would be better if we were all home, but. Even if it doesn't seem like it, I, I think you're going to be a lot of help here to a lot of people. We all need reminders about being people more than we need, uhm, fighters with guns or something."

[bindlestifflost]

He's not so sure it'd be better if he was at home. It'd be just as bad, only a different kind of bad. As it is, it's the kind of bad that follows him anyway, like hearing the word gun and what it does to him. He's glad it's dark.

"I ain't much a fan a' guns. No worries there. Jes' consider me the cards and beers fella."

[lowficharm]

There was some sort of shift in him, and Martin doesn't pry for more context, instead just giving him a soft and sympathetic smile.

"I'm sure it'll be appreciated. I mean, I, I think it already is, from the commotion in there." He gestures vaguely back towards the party. "Maybe next time ADI will let us use one of their facilities. More space to, uhm, get more people involved, or something? Not that it isn't nice, the-- the smaller amount." Okay Blackwood, pull it together, now you're acting like a fool. "But I mean, I, I'm getting ahead of myself. Planning later, p-party now, right?"

[bindlestifflost]

He finds himself smiling. Not a big grin, but something quiet. Genuine. He likes this fella. He's gentle. Isn't enough of that in the world. The guys at the bunkhouse would've eaten him alive. He prefers what they've got going on here, however ragtag and strange.

"If we had more space, we could put on some music and have us a little shindig dance next time. Ain't a bad idea at all."

[lowficharm]

It's a practiced art, George. If Martin's careful and you're lucky, it'll stay like that and nobody needs to see any more of it.

Martin smiles in return, obviously happy to see his idea not being immediately shut down, and nods. "Yeah! Yeah, I think that'd be great, actually. I'll, uhm-- you know, remind me when we're actually working. I do some work for Administration, I'm sure I can get them to let us use some space." It'll be nice, planning something for once that maybe won't get interrupted by some cosmic horror. At the very least, they have to try.

[bindlestifflost]

"Oh yeah? Then I'll do that. It'll be a good time. We can put on some good dance music and get everybody out cuttin' a rug." Everybody might be a hard sell, and people's opinions of good dance music might differ a lot. It's still worth a shot.

"I'm gonna head back in, make sure Nick ain't letting everybody burn the place down." He is quite sure he isn't, but he's also a host, which means he can't duck out too long without being rude. "Sure glad you could make it. It's been nice meeting you."

[lowficharm]

Everybody is absolutely a hard sell, but Martin would settle for even the people just included in the room already. It's a nice thing to think of, and that's really what they need.

Martin just nods, smile still on his face. "Oh, of-- of course. Gotta do all the, uhm, h-hosting things, I won't keep you. It's been-- been really nice to meet you too."

All of it has, really. It's just nice to have someone else who's... nice. It's difficult to find sometimes, but this conversation was better for him than a lot of the recovery he's attempted in this world. So thanks, George. Ya did good.