[OPEN] as long as no one knows, nobody could care

[thatcher owen finley]

Thatcher took his seat at the bar, tempted to switch to AFTERLIFE just so he could sit and talk to Marc. But then again, the boy might not be at work, had been working more of the afternoon / evening shift lately which was why he hadn't shown up at practice much. He was apparently getting slowly used to being who he was.

"Amaretto sour." He told the bartender, tapping his fingers on the bar to the beat of the music. And even though he had an extremely attractive girl sitting beside him, he didn't even look at her; just took his drink from the bartender, and sat the straw on the bar. He took a long drink of it, downing a little over half before he sat it down.

[skylar 'sky' mason ross]

Skylar stepped into the bar curiously, knew Leah had gone for a late night dip in the lake, could care less where Zain was at. He looked around, thinking he should probably be back at the apartment unpacking boxes. But he wanted to get out, see what was around. His eyes scanned the crowd with little to no interest, tongue messing absently with the peircing on his top lip before he headed towards the bar and dropped down a seat over from the guy ordering a drink. He ordered himself, scowling as his looks made the bartender ask for an ID, not that the guy looked much older. He yawned lazily, rubbing at his face a bit and bracing his chin in a hand, somebody calling the bartender by his name, obviously a close friend. Or local.

[thatcher owen finley]

Thatcher looked over at the guy with little interest, finishing off his drink. He ordered a second one, and in a second, it too was gone. But being a pirate, the buzz he started to get didn't last long. He was ordering another drink soon enough, but looked down into his cup instead of drinking it. A million things were on his mind, most of them pointless.

He tapped his fingers on the bar, taking a slow sip of his drink. He looked over at the new guy again, then back down at his cup as he ran his tongue across the back of his lip piercing.

[skylar 'sky' mason ross]

"You need something?" Skylar mumbked after a moment kf feeling eyes on him. She didn't look up, siwrling his drink by tilting the cup back and forth in his hand. He took another swallow of it, had been legal to drink only a few months, but had been drinking before that, anyway. Not to mention he wouldn't be aging anymire any time soon. Pirate, he didn't care that he would not be immortal if he fell in love. One, he was still his current age, it wouldn't kill him right? And two, he wasn't interested in anybody so it wasn't like he was at a risk. Rolling his shoulders, he rubbed at a bruise on his arm from moving boxes thoughtfully, and finally downed the rest of his drink and ordered a new one. He found it far harder to get drunk than before, knew he could probably still drive home on his own when the night was over.

[thatcher owen finley]

"A monkey." Thatcher said seriously. And anyone who knew Thatcher also knew that it was just a joke about his species. He downed his drink, the bartender coming and saying a girl down the bar had bought him a drink. He declined, ordering his own. He looked down into his glass, could see Deacon sitting on the couch years ago, a guitar in his hand. Always backwards. And he was playing and singing. Then the image stopped. He had wondered many times if had been in love with the boy. But he hadn't died, so he must not have been.

[skylar 'sky' mason ross]

Skylar smirked only the faintest bit, taking a sip of his drink. "Not a parrot?" He scoffed. Something about the guy felt..connected. And by the comment, he could only guess he was probably a pirate.
He looked up at the bartender. "Looks like you have paparazzi..." He murmured, voice void of emotion. He looked around without interest towards anything, yawned and stretched.

[thatcher owen finley]

"No, see.. I had a parrot. And I taught it to say 'help, I'm trapped in a parrot's body' and ended up making my neighbors think I was Satan or something. And monkeys can't talk, so I guess I can be semi-normal this time around." He finished off his drink, looking over at him again.

"It's only cause we're weird. They wanna find out if we're as good in bed as they think." He shrugged, tipping his empty glass towards him, silently telling him to think on that before he ordered another drink.

[skylar 'sky' mason ross]

Skylar smirked at that. "That would have been a sight," He breathed, stretched a bit. He glanced over at him through his bangs, tipping his head to the side to flick them from his face, scoffed. "Yeah, well..." He breathed. He'd had sex, wasn't much interested in any of it at all. Distant eyes looked out across the bar a moment before he ran a hand through his hair. He just..didn't feel for people usually. Whether love and affection or not. "Ah, name's Skylar, just moved here."

[thatcher owen finley]

"I'm pretty sure they were debating on whether or not they needed to call a priest to my house." He said with a shrug. He sipped at his new drink, then sat it down on the counter. He nodded at his next comment, knowing exactly how he felt. He had only been with a handful of people, people lucky enough to get him actually drunk.

"Thatcher. I've been here for a good hundred and seventy years." He said with a slow nod. He shrugged again, running his tongue across the back of his piercing in his lip.

[skylar 'sky' mason ross]

Skylar nodded faintly, brown eyes peering around again. He shifted his weight. "Guess you're the best person to ask about what there's to do around here, and where I might find a job.." He downed his drink, asked for another, and leaned forward on his stool.