Post by Bethany Barone on Sept 27, 2014 11:07:09 GMT -5
"That's so nice. Makes me wish I had siblings." Beth was a little envious. She always wished she had a sister. Beth was their only child.
The shooting range. There was one place she really needed to go. Sure, she can shoot. But her accuracy needed work and she really needed to work on getting a new firearm that suited her better. Bethany really knew close to nothing about this stuff besides her minor internet research. "Shooting range? That sounds fun. Maybe you could take me next time I'm in town." In the past, Bethany would have never proposed to go out with a complete stranger somewhere.
His mention of the shooting range which seemed to be his only hobby, hinted again that he could possibly could have been some kind of law enforcement. The thought on how he checked her ID came back to her mind.
"I'm sure there are plenty of things to do around here." Since she wasn't from here, she really couldn't give any suggestions. A place couldn't be that boring.
Post by Alan Jameson on Sept 28, 2014 20:34:24 GMT -5
"Yeah, well. I think she'd forget to eat if I weren't around to throw food at her face." Alan would say, in response to the comment about siblings. He was exaggerating a little, sure, but he knew his sister well enough to know that without someone to maintain order around the house, everything would inevitably follow the law of entropy. It was a miracle that she ever went outside or got out of bed as it was he supposed, so for her to actually manage to live on her own might have been a little too much to hope for.
Regardless of his sister, there was a reason that the temporary bartender only went for occasional trips to the range, and that reason was ammunition. Prices for the required quantities of cartridges were going up and showing no signs of slowing down any time soon, especially given all of the 'anti-gun-violence' crap being thrown around. Alan had enough common sense to know that the area was a bit of a touchy subject for some people though, so instead of going into a rant on the injustices of people not knowing what they're really doing, he merely said "Might be waiting for a bit, it's expensive to go out wasting ammo at a range these days. I can point you in the direction of the good places though." and was done with it. He needed to save up his ammo and money for hunting anyways, it might be his last fall-back point for a career if things didn't get sorted out soon.
This lady sure was talkative for someone just passing through, not that Alan really minded. The personal questions were a little odd, but he was fairly confident in his ability to wiggle his way out of them, just like his ability to wiggle out of the social 'obligations' that people seemed to love throwing at him, no mater how many times he dodged them. It wasn't like he didn't have anything to do or anywhere to go, he just didn't find himself needing or even wanting to go do things. He didn't have a lot of people that he considered to be friends, at least not anymore, nor did he have anywhere outside of his home that he particularly needed or liked to be. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he realized he really wasn't actually a people person. "Eh, I'm sure there are." he would say, and leave it at that.
Post by Bethany Barone on Sept 30, 2014 22:49:42 GMT -5
Instead of speaking of the subject further, Beth nodded as she tried to be understanding about the ammo situation. She would have to teach herself someday, the sooner the better.
This guy really was private. It was a little surprising he had even brought up his sister. It was really tough for her to try and keep up a conversation with the man. Maybe she was wasting his time, or decided she wasn't worth talking to. Either way she gave up in a sense, and continued with her meal. She had to get back on the road soon anyway.
Beth was quiet the rest of the time until her meal was complete. She was ready for the bill, and had sat around long enough for the little amount of alcohol she consumed wouldn't effect her driving skills. It wouldn't hurt to wait a little longer just in case. Once she left here, she'd get herself a good night's rest before continuing home. The thought of a nice cozy bed was comforting.
Post by Akutenshi Kyoushi on Sept 30, 2014 23:54:10 GMT -5
It was such a nice day for the daemon to make a drive through the city. A rare day of sunshine in the rainy city. And while he was used to the warm Mediterranean weather and scenery, he also liked to get around and see potential sites to possibly set up a casino or 2 and makes some money. The state of Washington seemed to be big on tribal casinos so he thought about approaching one of the tribes and cofounding a new one somewhere in one of the larger cities. But today was just a day to sight see and maybe see about finding a companion for the evening. He drove up in a convertable to a local bar, figuring it'd be as good a place to start, though it may be a little early yet for the crowds. That didn't bother him though as he got out wearing a black leather jacket, aviator sunglasses sitting on top of his head and black jeans and shoes and a denim shirt. His black hair was pulled back into a small pony tail that fell just past his shoulders. As he entered he did a quick look around the place, noticing the only patron in the bar at the moment and smiled as he moved up to take a seat next to her "Good day. How are you folks doing?" he glances to Beth with a smile before looking to the man behind the counter "Do you have any bourbon?"
Post by Alan Jameson on Oct 2, 2014 1:01:09 GMT -5
There are many cases in life where one might say something only to regret it, remember some small detail that needs to be elaborated on, or sudden find themselves realizing that what they just said isn't actually true. This, if not rectified quickly, may of course lead to some problems for multiple parties, be they involved or not, later on. The consequences of such a mistake may be harsh, irrelevant, nonexistent or otherwise, but it is usually a good idea to rectify the aforementioned mistake anyways, unless of course it was made on purpose. For Alan, it was a matter of the second and third cases.
As it turned out, Alan's father and brother just so happened to both be in the same security firm, which just so happened to offer some fairly exclusive arrangements now and again. Most recently, they had extended the offer to train a select few individuals that were important to the company, had some political sway, or who managed to wiggle their way in through an invitation by one of the previous parties. Alan, having some very close blood circulating within the ranks of the firm, was of course invited.
Normally Alan wouldn't have thought anything of the drills and training courses that were being scheduled and offered as time passed by at that moment, but it dawned on him that the lady chowing down on the sliders in front of him might appreciate the practice and knowledge. She had only asked for some time at a range, and there was a section of the training agenda that pushed it's attendees through some shooting, but it would also mean being pushed through all of the other drills and practices as well, like it or not. The roughly-a-week-long session would cover a variety of things such as 'self' defense, countering, disarming, some legal business, shooting from multiple positions, cardio work, and conditioning, from what the rooted Jameson pair passed on to their son and brother, Alan. Thinking that she might not be completely up to the task, but figuring he might as well ask anyways lest the consequences later on come back to bite him in the ass.
"How long did you say you were going to be in town for? I just remembered that there's actually a private security firm offering some drills and training pretty soon, if you're up to it. Supposedly it's gonna go over some self defense, condition, and shooting. Think the guy who told me said it'd be about a week long, few-hour sessions every day. I could probably get you a ticket in if you're interested, got a few friends in there." the bartender would say to the recently-quieted woman, his tone of voice remaining passive and a little hushed. "Might be a bit of a workout, but worth it if you're interested in some self defense classes." he would finish, and then take another drink from the convenient bottle of water nearby.
Some time afterwards, the newest arrival on the scene would be greeted by Alan with a curt nod, and his question answered with a simple "Yeah, right up."
Post by Bethany Barone on Nov 17, 2014 23:06:56 GMT -5
Bethany showed much interest in the training the bartender forgot to mention just a moment earlier. He probably assumed she would either have no interest in it, or just couldn't handle it. A few months ago, she would have assumed the same. Right now her strength might not be impressive, but she was better off than she was already. Beth wanted to prove to herself that she could do it. The phrase "no pain no gain" came to her mind. This sounded like a good personal challenge. "I could definitely be here for that." She replied calmly, hiding her excitement.
She had almost forgotten where she was until the stranger took a seat beside her, and interrupted her thoughts. Beth returned the smile to the new man and replied "Doing fine, and you?"
Her thoughts moved back to the bartender. It was very kind of him to make an offer like that to a complete stranger. She started to wonder if there was a catch.
Post by Akutenshi Kyoushi on Nov 18, 2014 14:59:56 GMT -5
He smiles at the woman as she looks his way "I'm doing well. The day doesn't seem terribly bad today. Though I'm from New York so this weather is a tad depressing, wouldn't you say?" he liked the looks of this one and wondered if he could get her to spend a night on the town with him. It was always more fun to have a partner to see the sights.
Turning to Alan as he went to get the drink he pulls out his wallet and pulls out a twenty "how much for the drink friend? If the price is right I might have a double" then back to the woman "Can I buy the lady a drink?" she smiles that devilishly charming smile her way before putting the money down on the counter as he waited for his drink to be served. "Are you from around here?" he decides to make a little small talk while he sat there.
Post by Alan Jameson on Nov 18, 2014 20:48:40 GMT -5
"I'll write the info down for you. Let my people know I found someone who'd be interested." The man would say, followed by a quick "Should be some good fun, if you're into that sort of stuff." as he found a small pad of paper to write on.
The pen would quickly but elegantly scratch over the first free sheet of paper in the little notebook, a glistening trail of neat blue letters outlining information following in it's wake on the stout sheet of white paper. The saying "The devil is in the details" came to mind as Alan watched the ink flow from capsule to nib to wood-pulp, and it was especially true in this case.
There happened to be a few guidelines and requirements for participating, though they were all relatively trivial. No eminent health conditions, recent operations, histories of felonies, et cetera. The real work was in all of the supplies that participants were encouraged to bring with them. Several bottles of water, food would be provided but healthy and substantial snacks were encouraged, and then there was the matter of clothing. Shorts and short-sleeves were a must, but hardy running and exercise gear was preferable. Sturdy shoes were an absolute must. A few extra changes of clothes were also expected, as the first pair or two may or may not get much dirtier than the wearer is comfortable with. The bottom of the list constituted more specialized safety items, but they were only optional, as it would all be provided by the facility itself. They were included just in case someone wanted to bring their own safety glasses or ear muffs, or protective pads/gloves.
The very bottom of the paper had a security firm's address on it, as well as a phone number with the name "ALAN JAMESON" written next to it. The paper would be slid, ink-down, across the table to the woman as Herr Kyoushi decided to walk in. The price of bourbon would be answered with a discrete "Five" displayed on one hand, with another gesture indicating "Eight" for a double. The question being answered and the money deposited on the table, the bartender would wait for the man's decision between the two to set a dig a small glass out and fill it nearly to the brim with an amber colored fluid. Once done, it would be set down in front of it's recipient with a short "Enjoy."
Post by Bethany Barone on Nov 18, 2014 23:02:14 GMT -5
"Oh New York?" Some good and bad memories came to mind. "I stayed there for a little while, but I'm originally from Arizona." She refrained from saying how she really felt about the city, though upstate is quite beautiful. The man next to her offered to buy her drink, which she politely declined. She already had her share before his arrival, and she would be on the road again soon.
The bartender slid her a piece of paper with everything she'd need to know, including his phone number. She was really going to do this. Beth wondered how much she'd actually improve in just a week's time, but she was excited to find out. "Thank you so much." Now she just had to make sure not to make too much of a fool of herself in front of Alan. She looked at the paper again. Alan Jameson. The same seemed fitting for him. "By the way, I'm Bethany." She figured it was about time for a proper introduction.
Her attention moved back to the man beside her. "What brings you all the way out here then?" He was quite handsome and she figured he was very charming to most ladies. He seemed very confident as well.
Post by Akutenshi Kyoushi on Nov 19, 2014 14:51:42 GMT -5
He wondered what it was that had been handed over to the woman, unable to see what exactly was on the paper and could only guess at it. When the woman introduced herself to the man across the bar, he figured it was probably a name and number to get a hold of him. When she turned back to him he simply smiled "I am thinking of putting a business out here. I'm the owner of a few casinos. But they are mostly in Europe but I know the people here are always looking for fun and I know the Native Americans out here do well with their casinos. So..." he shrugs before continuing "I thought I would find a place off of the reservations and start one up myself." he looks back to Alan "Give me a double" as the glass was set down he picks it up and takes a sip and sighs "ahhh... very good. Not the best I've had but pleasant"
Post by Alan Jameson on Nov 19, 2014 22:08:53 GMT -5
A nod was given to the lady in acknowledgement and a thumbs up was given to Bourbon. The nearby bottle of water offered Alan's mouth a brief moment of filtered respite before the moisture of the docks and the sky re-stuck themselves to his lips. Not that the moisture of Washington was a bad thing, quite the opposite. It was one of the reasons that Alan was still in-state, rather than somewhere else. He loved the generally cold and rainy weather.
The bottom of the plastic bottle, now only halfway filled, would softly hit the top of the rear counter as it's owner casually placed it there. He'd move further down the long counter to tend to the needs of one or two of the other patrons of the bar he currently worked. Wasn't much of a paycheck in comparison, but it was still food on the table for him and his sister.
Thinking of family, Alan realized that he hadn't heard a whole lot from his mother as of late. A mental note was made to give her a call when his shift was done, check in with the force too. Maybe ask about his second half, and how she was doing.
Post by Bethany Barone on Nov 19, 2014 22:44:19 GMT -5
She slid the piece of paper into her pocket while listening to the man speak. Being the owner of a couple casinos was pretty impressive. She wondered how one would do in this area. "I hope things work out for you then. Maybe I'll go once it's finished."
As Alan placed the glass near the man next to her, Beth remembered the one time she went to a casino. She had gone with a few friends and actually had fun although she didn't enjoy gambling. Luckily she didn't lose too much money that night.
Alan had gone off to some of the others, leaving her with the casino owner. "So you heard my name, but I haven't gotten yours yet." Chatting with a nice man made her forget she had to be getting on the road again soon. She had to get some things done in Arizona before she came back to do this training course with Alan.
Post by Akutenshi Kyoushi on Nov 19, 2014 23:14:58 GMT -5
The man gives a slight nod to her "I am sorry. Most people I meet call me Tenshi. It is nice to meet you Bethany and I do hope that you would come by when I do have the casino set up." he takes a drink of his bourbon and smiles as he looks at the drinks color "If you weren't busy perhaps you'd like to accompany me around town to find a place to pick as a locale?" he looks back at her then with a smile. He thought about asking her to dinner but he didn't want to scare the woman off. If she agreed to the proposal he might consider asking after they made their way around the city. It was all part of the game to him
As he sat there he pulls out a card and sets it on the table for Bethany to take. Perhaps if things worked out she might consider giving him a call. Though he wondered on her take to spending time with a married man.
Post by Alan Jameson on Nov 20, 2014 23:07:03 GMT -5
The minute hand was ever so slowly ticking by inside of the glass and brass case resting on the bartender's wrist. The leather-strapped band was secured just tightly enough to where the skin underneath of it had started to grow pale from the constant lack of light, something caused by it's owner's habit of keeping the watch on his person at nearly all times of both day and night. It had been a gift many years ago, and since then had been a very faithful companion to Alan, and it wasn't about to give out on him now. Not when it had outlasted his high-school friends who had since moved on to bigger things, not when it had outlasted that very short relationship those many years ago, and certain not when it had already been through hell and back right there with him.
Alan appreciated his faithful timekeeper to no end. All of it's spots and scratches might as well have been his scars and bruises, not that any scars and bruises or spots and scratches would ever have any effect on the two of them. Both were built to last through the ages, and at least one was built with quality in mind. In fact, most of Alan's garb and accessories were constructed strictly with quality in mind. He tended not to purchase things that would fall apart after a year or two, much less a few months. The clothing in the drawers of his dresser was pretty much the same set that had been there three or four years ago, his shit lasted so long.
In any case, he only had another hour left at the max before his relief would walk through the doors and give him the go-ahead to head home for the night. The guy was looking forward to going home, getting some sleep, and hanging out with his college-bound sibling.
Post by Bethany Barone on Jan 17, 2015 1:32:39 GMT -5
"It's a pleasure Tenshi." Beth only hoped she said his name correctly. It was not a name she had heard of before. His name seemed unique unlike hers which was pretty common for a woman.
Hmm? She was a little surprised at the invitation around town, but recalled that she was sitting at a bar. Beth was not the kind to go running off with people she just met. Lately she had been pretty careless. Her thoughts briefly went to Marcus again. She tried to imagine how he'd act if he was here now to witness this. If he'd act the same as he had in New York, or if it was only when he had been drinking. Bethany gave a smile as she recalled the past and came back to reality. "Sounds nice. I warn you though.. I know nothing about the area since I'm just passing through myself." Maybe her new meeting with Alan would change that. "If you still would like the company I'd be happy to tag along."
Alan had been glancing at his watch in the background she noticed which caused her to check the time as well. It was already getting pretty late. Beth could only assume they were getting ready to close for the night.
