( open / closed ) old black water, keep on rolling

[righteously]

WHO: Dean & Others
WHERE: Various
WHEN: OOC July, IC May/June
WHAT: Catch-All
NOTES OR WARNINGS: adult language, violence, alcoholism.

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[righteously]

[ Narrated by David Attenborough:

The Winchester is a peculiar species whose characteristics seem to change with the seasons - a sociable creature in the spring and summer months, but a dangerous predator in the darkness of winter. There is, however, one constant trait about them: their natural habitat is a bar. A Winchester can be found rather consistently in a nest he will have claimed as his own, returning to it on a near-nightly basis to perform a strict set of rituals.

Unlike most semi-solitary animals, Dean isn't territorial of this nest. Quite the opposite, in fact, he seems to derive joy the more populated it becomes. He also develops a certain rapport with other frequently returning visitors.

End narration.

Thanks to the simulation Bellamy was a familiar face even before he started swinging by, but now they've got an easy understanding and a pretty regular rhythm. He comes in, Bellamy gets him a double without even asking anymore. Dean nurses it on a good day and switches to beer, or shoots it on a bad one and plunks the glass down for round two. He usually spends a couple hours here shooting the shit before he packs it in, whether it be playing pool with anyone who doesn't know better yet or just occupying a little space with other solitary-social drinkers to make small talk.

Tonight it's the latter. It's a Friday, and the place is absolutely slammed. That's not unusual in the slightest, nor is it unusual that a few people are getting maybe a little too carried away. It's not typically a problem, particularly for the displaced who have a pretty level respect and understanding for the owner and the staff.

Locals are another thing altogether. There are two of them tonight; a sturdy man with hair down to his shoulders and a wasted-looking woman in his lap, lulling to either side. One of the guys at their table makes the crucial mistake of pointing out maybe the girl's had enough, and in the way angry drunks are wont to do it escalates from zero to sixty in no time.

The girl hits the floor, because apparently her man cares more about fighting over her sobriety than her physical well-being. It isn't all that noticable at first over the din of noise, the what did you just say to me, the following hey man, calm down--, and then don't you fucking tell me to calm down--

It's when he grabs the table and flips it over that the patrons around them get quiet to observe the sudden scene. A quick glance around the room doesn't show the guys who work security right off - probably handling something in the back, or caught behind the wall of people forming. They'll surely get there, but it'll take a few minutes. ]

[jettisons]

[Bellamy was never planning to work at Red Wings, but then Clarke asked him, and followed it up with I might need you to have my back, and here he is. He's found that he doesn't mind the supervisor thing so much, when it's just working with staff. He doesn't even mind most of the customers, because a good chunk of them are the Displaced and the rest just want to hang out for the novelty.

It's the problem patrons that drive him up the wall. Bellamy's never been one for drunken revelry, as Clarke has so often pointed out to him, and he's already getting a reputation for being a hardass when it comes to customers overdoing it. He has no patience for drunken fights or those guys who are only into getting drunk and flirting obnoxiously. But hey, Clarke did say she needed help preventing trouble.

Dean's one of the regulars that Bellamy actually likes. Even if they weren't familiar, they have a routine going, and Dean doesn't talk Bellamy's ear off when he's busy or expect endless discounts just because they're acquaintances.

No matter how pleasant the company, though, tonight was destined to be a nightmare. It's slammed, they're understaffed because of some call-ins, and people are getting rowdy. Usually, Bellamy would be on top of it sooner, but he can't be in five places at once, and so the little group at the bar gets out of control before he can even pick up on any tension. He hears rising voices, though, and he's on his way when suddenly it spins out of control and there's a table being flipped and people start freaking out.

Bellamy pushes his way through the crowd, and luckily, someone's helping the girl to her feet, so he can focus on the assholes. With a sharp hey, he reaches for the instigator's arm, and... of course earns a punch to the jaw for his trouble. Apparently this isn't going to be a one person job.]