[ hopefully all of y'all are in the "think fast" kind of mood, because there's literally no warning at all before some guy just throws his stupid tiny bag right at one of the windows.
he has the reflexes to duck when it comes ricocheting back pretty much immediately, dropping down so that it sails over his head!
but do you? ]
ii. dos deck
[ like 0.3 seconds after bag-gate, ash has just dragged his ass up the ladder and is sat the bar area - there's a glass tumbler in front of him, and he's leaning on one elbow and pouring a solid glass of what looks like whiskey into the tumbler. if you sit yourself down at the bar opposite him, he does literally nothing to acknowledge you and certainly doesn't offer to pour you a drink. in fact, he kinda looks like he'd rather you just kept walking. ]
Other drinks are available. Feel free to grab 'em.
[ and touch his at your peril.
... unless you're a blues native, in which case he still won't offer you a drink, but rather than brush you off, eventually pipe up: ]
I didn't actually think I'd miss that stupid house, but at least it had a bit more legroom.
iii. seating area
[ ash is here, and he's nabbed one of the cushioned sofa seat... things, and sprawled out in it. he's not really paying much attention to what's around him, but he does frown thoughtfully at the dart board hanging on the wall. ]
...
... if this shit is what I think it is, then having sharp, shiny ass darts hanging around like that's kinda like pouring gasoline right next to an open flame.
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[ hopefully all of y'all are in the "think fast" kind of mood, because there's literally no warning at all before some guy just throws his stupid tiny bag right at one of the windows.
he has the reflexes to duck when it comes ricocheting back pretty much immediately, dropping down so that it sails over his head!
but do you? ]
ii. dos deck
[ like 0.3 seconds after bag-gate, ash has just dragged his ass up the ladder and is sat the bar area - there's a glass tumbler in front of him, and he's leaning on one elbow and pouring a solid glass of what looks like whiskey into the tumbler. if you sit yourself down at the bar opposite him, he does literally nothing to acknowledge you and certainly doesn't offer to pour you a drink. in fact, he kinda looks like he'd rather you just kept walking. ]
Other drinks are available. Feel free to grab 'em.
[ and touch his at your peril.
... unless you're a blues native, in which case he still won't offer you a drink, but rather than brush you off, eventually pipe up: ]
I didn't actually think I'd miss that stupid house, but at least it had a bit more legroom.
iii. seating area
[ ash is here, and he's nabbed one of the cushioned sofa seat... things, and sprawled out in it. he's not really paying much attention to what's around him, but he does frown thoughtfully at the dart board hanging on the wall. ]
...
... if this shit is what I think it is, then having sharp, shiny ass darts hanging around like that's kinda like pouring gasoline right next to an open flame.